"I really feel strange that there is no fight...... "Kaija is obviously not very happy, as a ghost, only fighting can stir up its heart. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But it just so happened that this time Marcos summoned the ghosts and gods not because of the battle.

Marcos sneered, "It looks like you're very disappointed. ”

"Ha, it's also a good experience to go sightseeing once in a while. Kaija quickly swept away the gloom from his face and turned to a grim smile.

"So, let's get started. Marcos slung the suppressor to his waist and, after calculating the sprint distance, he began to run backwards.

Almost as soon as he ran, the sound of footsteps alarmed one of the guards closest to the house he was in. But he just muttered a few words, perhaps thinking that it was just the sound of a mischievous black cat, so he didn't really care.

Marcos leaped forward as he sprinted to the edge of the roof, by which time the alarmed guard realized that it could not be a cat sound, and immediately looked up at the roof. However, all he could see was air, and he began to wonder if he was exhausted. He shook his head and whispered, "This must be a hellish hallucination." ”

With the help of Keja, Marcos put his body into the void the moment he leaped out, and he didn't even need to make psychic communication, and Kaija immediately hid his own visible phantom after helping Marcos to sink into the void. It's its forte, and the Void is all too familiar to it.

Marcos grabbed the edge of the window on the side of the church with both hands, and he secretly congratulated himself that he had enough distance to run, otherwise he would have faced the upset guards. After taking a deep breath, he began to climb up along the window. Usually, there is a ceiling at the vault of the church that can be opened, from where the interior of the church can be accessed by a ladder. It was intended to be used only by the workers who repaired the windows on the upper part of the church, but Marcos had been to so many churches that he knew it by heart.

After climbing up for about a dozen meters, he finally saw the outer corridor on the side of the church. It is generally a convenient place for people inside the church, and it is unlikely that people who come to the church to pray will have the opportunity to come here. In fact, Marcos didn't need to worry about this, because he didn't expect anyone to come to church to pray in this gang-infested town in the first place.

Once in the hallway, Marcos immediately began to search for the ceiling, and although he could relax his aching muscles first, he didn't do so. He slowed his pace as slowly as he could, and when he stepped on the smooth ceiling, all he could do was be careful not to slip, he didn't want to make himself bruised.

After searching one by one, Marcos found the ceiling that led to the interior of the church. If all goes well, there will be a wooden ladder waiting for him under the ceiling. In fact, the wooden ladder did exist, but it was now almost crumbling because of its long lifespan. But this will not stop him, it is really a trivial matter compared to the plans of the Empire.

Marcos cautiously placed his left foot on the ladder, and then slowly moved his right foot up as well, but the ladder did not collapse. So he gently closed the ceiling above his head and carefully descended the ladder.

He also paid attention to the inside of the church, which, strangely, was dead silent. Poor church, in this filthy town, even the priests and clergy abandoned it with doctrine.

Marcos's feet managed to step onto the patterned floor of the church, which was no different from that of most towns, and in fact many clergy and priests did not care much about the church, but only with doctrine and light. Of course, this church is in no way comparable to Huttonmar Cathedral, both in terms of architectural size and style or arrangement.

Through the light of the candles, the thick dust covering the rows of benches proves that no one has been here for a long time. Marcos watched everything here, and although his beliefs were not so clear, he also felt sorry for the ruined church.

Half of the stained glass windows at the end of the hall are broken, and these beautiful stained windows are usually used in churches, which emit a rainbow of light during the day when the sun shines. But alas, now its beauty is gone.

Marcos repeatedly checked that the two heavily armored guards at the entrance of the church were looking inside, and after reassuring himself, he began to look for something that might exist here.

First, he searched all corners of the hall on the first floor for possible secret door mechanisms, although it was highly unlikely that the church would have them. But if it was the Imperial Army stationed here and then transformed, it is not impossible. Unfortunately, he couldn't find a similar mechanism, and it seems that the Imperial Army didn't give a damn about the church. Maybe there's nothing here, and all the plans you want are in the tents around the church. But it is an absolutely inviolable forbidden place, and unless he is sure enough, Marcos will never move his mind there.

Marcos looked at the podium at the end, for it was the only place that had not been searched by himself. With the only glimmer of hope left, he walked towards the podium, which, strangely intact, remained in the midst of the ruins. He was not even different from the brand-new pulpit built by the carpenters, which Marcos believed had been properly maintained.

There was only a thick book of doctrine on the pulpit, and nothing else. Marcos picked up the doctrine and opened it, most of which he could not read, but having prayed many times, he at least knew that it belonged to the teachings of Remidia, the religion of the clergy of Huttonmar Cathedral.

After turning a few pages, Marcos saw a mark that had clearly been altered. No, it could even be said that it had nothing to do with Remidia's teachings at all, because the lines of the different handwriting were full of sarcasm on the teachings, and the clergy would never do such a blasphemous.

"God used the sacrifice of the Lamb to show that sin harmed the innocent, and if that is the case, how can the sacrifice of the Son of God harm the innocent. How does God deal with sinful injustice......" Marcos frowned, "What the hell is this?"

This doctrine has been completely desecrated, it is full of vulgar words from certain people, and any clergy member who sees this doctrine will be angry and ask God for sin, which is really terrible. Marcus put the doctrine back in its place, and said to himself with some disappointment, "It seems that there is nothing else here." ”

Just as the doctrine was being put back in its place, the doors of the church suddenly closed as if they were being manipulated by a mechanism. Marcos stared at the closed door in amazement, "What the hell?" and he immediately realized that it was a trap.

There was a sudden clapping of hands in the empty church, followed by a confident voice: "I think a guest is coming." ”