The outer cloister in the middle is not covered by a dome, but when the professionals look up, they are greeted by an even darker outline of the cathedral.

This doesn't make sense.

Everyone stops here to observe their surroundings.

There are too many questions.

"There's something wrong with this place."

The Druid, who had excellent perception among the professionals, said bluntly, "You see, the church is like a veil of fog, and the sun can't shine in. ”

Before, when they looked at the cathedral from afar, it was indeed a sacred sight bathed in light. But in reality, it's just light floating on the surface of the shadow.

Only when you walk here and look up can you see the whole picture.

The whole cathedral turned into something in the mist.

The light is covered in large shadows, clinging to the façade of the majestic building, as well as to the corners of the cloister.

Traces of brown darkness began in the corners of the house and spread to the ruined clock towers and eaves, and even the towering columns.

The marks were like cobwebs, vines, all sorts, damp and shady things.

Who knew what the church under the light would look like?

Shocked, surprised, dignified.

The professionals whose expressions changed slightly began to speak.

"That's not a good sign."

"I felt a smell that made me uncomfortable."

“...”

"Are these shadows remnants of evil breath, or are they something alive?"

The sharp-eyed Amazon stared at the shadows, "They squirmed like mist. ”

"Have you ever seen a monster like this before?"

"I've seen a lot of monsters with special forms... It's the first time that the fog looks like ... If they're monsters. ”

Everyone's opinion on the trail of gray fog is unanimous.

"Maybe it's some kind of plant."

The eldest druid's eyes flickered, "There is a large forest south of Canduras that is occupied by dark demons, and I have participated in the battle to repel them. ”

"In the three months following the success, black fungi that emitted a gray mist spread all over the forest, killing all living creatures, and the sage of the time investigated the tragedy and guessed that they were plants from hell, and it happened that the seeds were brought by the dark demon."

Very interesting story.

The professionals present were thoughtful.

The Hell is a harsh environment filled with lava flames, and the plants that survive there are tenacious enough to grow even without the Evil Breath.

It is also possible to survive in the human world, and even mutations will occur.

But speculation is speculation.

"Let my ravens take a look."

Turning in the direction of the church, the druid made a gesture.

The flowing magic condensed over his shoulders, a few gray feathers fluttered, and the chirping echoed away with the shadows.

It's a high-level summon that's fast.

The red-eyed crow fluttered, approaching a low eaves somewhere on the left side of the church, and at the same time saw the "shadows".

It was something made up of countless tiny floating white silk balls, like countless eyes.

"Spider... Gossamer? ”

The druid, who shared his vision with the red-eyed crow, was shocked to witness this scene.

How frightening is the fact that the entire cathedral is shrouded in grey spider silk?

It's like a giant net that envelops them as little bugs that pounce.

Before he could explain all this to his companions, several invisible transparent thin lines appeared in mid-air, just right to surround the red-eyed dark crow.

The latter do not perceive the crisis.

Swish.

The thin line instantly contracted, cutting it into several sections, and blood burst out.

"Hmm..."

His vision darkened, and his mind tingled, and the druid held his forehead and frowned, "My crow is dead..."

High-level red-eyed crows are not ordinary birds with fragile bodies, they can deal with monsters around Lv10, and they will never die easily.

"Be ready to fight."

Explaining the spider silk outside the cathedral, the druid poured the antidote, "We don't know anything about the types of monsters in the church, but experience has taught me that spider venom is deadly. ”

"There must be enough antidote."

The professionals nodded their heads in agreement.

"Wait."

Senior's surprise at the determination of the prostitutes, "Since the monsters in the cathedral are not yet known, shouldn't we go back to Camp Rog first to report the situation?" ”

"This is Andariel's lair, so we should be more cautious."

"Merois said that evil has not yet completely dissipated."

Silence fell.

Everyone's eyes were immediately focused on Senior, an assassin from Westmar.

That's the difference that comes with perceptions.

At least in the eyes of the professionals of Canduras, dealing with the unknown monsters of the Cathedral first is the highest priority.

What's more...

"Go ahead, after all, we haven't seen the monster yet."

"I'm not here to see the scenery, if necessary, even if it's a fight with Andariel."

A barbarian rubbed the greatsword behind him with his large hand, his eyes as calm as the surface of a wide lake.

Go without saying.

Those present were some of the toughest professionals in the Rog camp, ready to fight the hidden monsters when they set out on the expedition.

There can be no fear, and there is no need to back down.

But in Senior's opinion, these are indeed a bit reckless.

"Amber Melois."

He stared at the beautiful blonde mage who was silent and a fellow Westmar professional, and he believed she understood.

"I don't want to make a fuss, Senior."

Amber didn't hesitate, "Everyone is on the same page. ”

"Okay then."

In response unexpectedly, Seniore shook his head, "I don't want to be taken for a coward by you..."

"You're already a coward."

One of the necromancers in the team said unceremoniously, and at his urging, the group of professionals prepared to accelerate in the established direction.

If there are no surprises.

As Amber readjusted the golden disc, a hint of white air oozed from the edge of the gray wall on the left.

"The wooden door on the right—"

Amber held out her index finger and pointed to the stone brick path to the right of the group, ignoring the chaotic broken brick wall that led to a wooden door.

Everybody looked there.

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying black shadow climbed the wall on the left, its sharp claws cutting into the eaves of the wall, making a subtle cracking sound.

They spotted the last two in the line.

It is also the moment when their gaze stays on them.

The cold breath spread rapidly, and the air became cold.

A faint blue light dripped from the female mage's fingertips to the ground.

Click, ice-colored light covered the walls upwards, and the ice crystals spread wildly, crushing their claws.

Rumble!!!

It was followed by a giant sword that shimmered with cold light, directly shattering the gray wall, and countless fragments of ice crystals rose from the shattered hole, as well as seven or eight hideous black shadows that screamed.

"I didn't think it would be these things."

Zhu Lan reacted quickly, she turned to look at the thorny monster jumping around, her face was solemn, and there was still a blue light left on her left hand that had not yet dissipated.

"Be careful, the aura of these monsters is not weak."

"I know."

The barbarian glanced at Zhu Lan, the female mage beside him who had just released the frost nova, drew out the giant sword that was inserted into the ground, and roared wildly towards the three black shadows.