The hidden vigilance of the dark whistle is actually an extremely inefficient vigilance behavior, and it is said that in the magic kingdom of Lorraine, magicians have long since completely used detection magic to replace manual vigilance. But in the Church of Light, this kind of work is an ancient tradition, not only for the sake of warning itself, but also to exercise the endurance and endurance of the clergy.

Being able to become a referee priest at a young age, Warren Jeremiah is undoubtedly the most outstanding of this generation of young priests, and it is also a talent that the bishops focus on investigating and cultivating, so this time the list of infiltrators led by His Majesty St. Anthony has Warren's name.

From the bottom of his heart, Warren is not like an ascetic, but a young man who yearns for power, wealth, and glory. "Let's do a good job of adjudicating the priests! Anyway, there are many people who are willing to sacrifice their bodies and minds to serve the gods, and it doesn't have to be my turn. But speaking of which, if His Majesty St. Anthony's crown really thinks of me and insists that I become an ascetic, shall I refuse? or accept it?"

The whole person lay motionless in the bushes, but Warren's heart was thinking wildly, although the person was there, but his mind no longer knew where it had drifted away. He let his thoughts fly like this, until there was a very subtle sound of rustling around him, and the veins of the vine in front of him trembled slightly, which made Warren come back to his senses.

"Damn! What is this?" "Since the strange wind blew, the surroundings had returned to the previous oppressive, almost suffocating environment, so that the slightest sound and the swaying of the leaves seemed extremely abrupt, and Warren secretly prayed in his heart that he would not be so unlucky, and that he would really encounter some special event.

Soon, a strange-looking bug peeked out of the back of the leaf. The bug was not much bigger than an ant, but the obvious mouthparts at the front were a bit hideous.

"Shhhh

Just when Warren relaxed his vigilance, there was a sudden fluctuation under the vein of the leaf he was concerned about just now, this time, I don't know how many insects were exposed under the wide leaves, and they all stared at Warren lying in the bushes, and countless pairs of compound eyes were full of hideous bloodthirst.

Warren, who was still thinking about the ground, suddenly noticed that the insect he had just seen was close to him, and it was poking its head out from under a leaf in front of him and making eye contact with him.

"Whew!" Warren blew lightly, trying to get rid of the uninteresting little guy, and at the same time secretly praying in his heart that he would not make any mistakes because of a bug. You must know that the bishop who oversees the adjudicating priests is an iron-masked man, and once he falls into his hands, he is afraid that he will shed his skin if he does not die.

Unfortunately, things did not go as Warren had prayed, and instead of being scared away by Warren, the bug became agitated because it sensed the breath he was exhaling. Feeling a little strange, Warren suddenly noticed that almost every branch and leaf around him began to tremble slightly as the insect continued to writhe its body and make an extremely small clicking sound.

This unusual discovery made Warren suddenly have an ominous premonition in his heart, but before he could decide whether to get up or not to warn, he saw that the insect in front of him suddenly jumped to his head, and Warren could even hear the sound of the worm colliding with his skin clearly.

Almost at the same time that the bugs jumped to Warren's head, Warren felt a tingling sensation in his head, followed by a burst of paralysis, and in the last moment of losing consciousness, Warren was horrified to see countless bugs jumping out of the surrounding bushes, and their targets were obviously himself.

Warren who fell on the ground became a feast of flesh and blood for the Gu worms, the blood-sucking Gu worms sucked all the juice on his body clean, not even the slightest smell of blood leaked out, the flesh-loving Gu worms devoured all the flesh and blood in his body, and in the end, only a pile of bones that had been cleaned up like specimens were left there.

Warren was not the first to be killed, nor was he the last. The speed of the insects' attack and devouring and digestion was very fast, and one after another church sentinels disappeared into the mountains and forests without a sound. A large amount of flesh and blood replenishment not only satisfied the Gu worms, but even many Gu worms evolved and split because of this, and their population became larger and larger, and the cleaning speed became faster and faster.

With the assistance of the probing Gu worms and the command of the insect flute of the Baodong flower slag, the Gu worm army wiped out all the hidden sentinels they detected along the way from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside. Due to the concealment of the Gu worms and their extremely high killing efficiency, by the time the Bishop in charge of arranging the guard posts found that he had lost contact with his men, it was already too late.

While the Gu worms of the cave scum were constantly cleaning up the outposts on the periphery of Razor Peak, Immorton avoided all the guard posts and magic circles in the open and in the dark, and successfully followed his sense of the light element to the place where the strong magic fluctuations erupted just now. Here, he also successfully met the person he was looking for and rescued on this mission, the old man Feng with superb swordsmanship.

"Master Feng, that's what King Pritz calls you, I can't imagine that you, a swordsman with superb swordsmanship, would succumb to such a small and newly established kingdom. What the King of Pritz can give you, the Church of Light can double the offerings, and there is a proverb on the continent that does not say, "A wise bird will choose a safe branch, and a wise man will choose a suitable pigman." You're supposed to be a smart guy, right, so why do you have to be on the big tree that is about to fall in Pritz?"

Although he didn't have much hope, Bishop Leslie was preparing to activate the killing moves within the light barrier, and his mouth was still persuading Feng Xifan. It's a pity that his flattering eyes were thrown to the blind man, and Feng Xifan closed his eyes and concentrated in the holy light barrier, ignoring Leslie at all.

Gently pacing to the side of the Sacred Light Barrier's offensive auxiliary array, looking at Feng Xifan, who was still stubborn in the Holy Light Barrier, Bishop Leslie's face showed a trace of viciousness and cruelty.