"I've heard a local proverb about yours that says there's always a mouse under a tree. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info it seems that even a sacred tree that has been favored by the gods is not exempt from vulgarity!"

"You mean there's room down there?" said Knight Reynolds couldn't help but frown.

"No, the answer is right in front of you!" Dawn stepped forward with a smile and casually raised a puff of green powder - "Enya's breath", Dawn finally learned the detection skill of this druid. As the illusory face of a goddess appeared in the courtyard, bursts of fluctuating air dispersed, and traces of the surging elements everywhere were intuitively displayed in front of everyone.

Dawn couldn't help but smile slightly, because in front of him, a continuous black shadow trail stretched all the way to somewhere on the side of the big tree before disappearing.

Hansel stepped forward slowly, walking to what seemed to be a protruding dirt bag, but did not find anything unusual. He took out an ancient silver cross from his bosom, the cross was in the solemn shape of a Maltese cross, and after touching the air, it broke away from the palm of Hansel's hand, and hovered leisurely above the land without any abnormalities, gradually emitting a scorching brilliance, a halo of light flickered, and soon a dark tree root slowly broke through the ground and rose to the ground.

"Well, what now?" the priests asked, no longer chattering and dissuasing.

"No matter how powerful an enchantment is, it is only built up by countless fragile nodes, and as long as one of these points is destroyed, it will no longer be stable!" Reynolds muffled, pulling out a huge sword behind him and slamming it into the root of the tree. There was a sound of glass breaking in the air, and a faint space appeared in the void not far away, and twisted cracks appeared in the air.

A familiar glow of the morning light flashed, a small golden mirror flashed in the air, and the somewhat unstable space immediately quieted down, although there was still a trace of ripples in the air, but it was calm at all.

"Stabilize the treasure of the space, this is very difficult!" Reynolds did not know the existence of the magic mirror, and when he saw the current situation, he couldn't help but sigh.

"It's not too difficult, like you said, the barrier is made up of several spatial nodes, we just need to disrupt their layout!" Dawn looked at the gradually calming void with some disdain, forced a few drops of blood from between his fingers, and a small Hell Summoning circle appeared directly below the tree roots. Feeling the evil aura of hell, before the priests present could react, the huge plane tree began to emit bursts of majestic holy light, and the image of a seraphim appeared in the light, and it seemed that the holy angel Michael under the seat of Yahweh had indeed appeared here.

The holy light emitted by the giant tree caused the unformed Hell Summoning Circle to disappear directly into invisibility, and the spatial annihilation caused bursts of turbulence, and the enchantment that had been finally calmed down under the effect of the mirror could no longer remain stable this time. With the appearance of spatial cracks one after another, it finally collapsed in front of Chenxi and the others like a huge bubble, and a somewhat gloomy hole appeared impressively, and the air seemed to be much colder, but the strange thing was that the plane tree full of holy light did not react to this at this time.

"How is it possible for a good and evil existence to appear in the church like this!" A priest exclaimed incredulously.

"You have done few things that are angry and resentful, and nothing is impossible. Now that it's there, it's time to fix it. Otherwise, after Humes, the Holy See will have another joke, but this time it is you who are the protagonists!" Renaud smelled the strong smell of blood in the air, casually scolded the priest behind him, and led into the cave.

"Dawn, this doesn't make sense!" said Hansel, turning his head.

"Hansel, have you ever heard of a phrase?" Dawn asked, looking at the cave in response.

"What?"

"I've heard that there is a saying in your Holy See that even God will forgive sins committed because of love!" Dawn frowned, and followed in the footsteps of Reynolds and the others, but the spear of the Elven Guard was already in his hand.

"Because of love, can you be unscrupulous, how can it be?" said Hansel, grumbling as he hurried to follow. Clearly, he did not feel the need for such an evil place to be protected by God.

The area of the underground space was not particularly large, and the group stopped in a place that resembled a small altar. The space where the altar is located has been carved into a small hall surrounded by paintings and sculptures of Joan of Arc. However, it is not as holy as the Holy See proclaims, but more simple, more like an ordinary girl in the countryside.

Dawn walked up to a statue and took a closer look, the stone statue was carved of Joan of Arc as a girl, gleaning ears of wheat in the field, and the young girl's face seemed to glow with a holy white light, which was incompatible with the evil and bloody atmosphere around her.

"What's the matter, is she flawless!" A gloomy voice suddenly appeared beside Chenxi, and the fast Chenxi couldn't even react at least. But Dawn seemed to be unaware, and responded: "Joan of Arc has always been just a peasant girl, and always has been, whether or not a holy angel has found her. I'm just curious, what made her give up this comfortable life and choose to charge forward on the battlefield?"

A monster covered in pustules stood behind Chenxi like that, looking at the statue in front of him affectionately, not caring at all about the great enemy of Han Sell and the others: "Actually, I'm also curious. This was the first time I met her, when rumors of her divine favor were still circulating on a small scale, but at first glance, I was convinced that all the rumors were true. ”

The monster stepped forward slowly, stretched out his disgusting hand and gently stroked the pretty face of the Joan of Arc stone statue: "I was born in the French aristocracy, and I have lived in the barracks since I became a knight at the age of twelve. When the French army was defeated again and again, and even the adults of the upper class abandoned the honor of their country one after another, I saw such a gentle smile in this barren country. At that time, I was convinced that she must be a messenger of God, and that she was the only light in my heart. But such a saint was betrayed by her comrades in front of my eyes and burned alive on the cross of the church. ”

The monster slowly turned its head, a pair of eyes that seemed to burst out of its body at any moment, and looked at the morning light: "You say, is it still possible for me to continue to believe in God?"

"Yes!" Dawn looked into the other man's eyes without the slightest fear: "Baron Gil De, even if you have committed many crimes, for Joan of Arc's sake, Jehovah is still willing to let you live in his church, so of course you have reason to believe in God!"