The underground passage is full of disgusting aura, and the mixture of death, resentment, and evil breath is no longer clear. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The smell of vomit filled the tunnel, and Made, covering her nose, hurried down.

Stolas was like no one else, these breaths didn't have any special feelings for him, but they were still a tonic for a demon like him.

"It's funny, what is hidden beneath the Temple of Light?" a wicked smile appeared on Storas's handsome face.

At the end, Mader pushed open the heavy darkiron door, which made a screeching sound.

"What is this?" said Made, as she looked at her, anger rising in an instant.

In front of Made's eyes was a pile of experimental equipment, a large number of glass containers containing the inhabitants of GLP, wrapped in a dark green liquid, and their bodies took on the appearance of the bishop's angelic words. On one side, the cesspool was connected to the underground waterway, and on top of the cesspool were corpses that had not yet melted and the inky black stench of blood. Next to it is a waste label with a failed product.

The table next to it was still steaming with a translucent liquid, steaming hot. A few notes burned in the burning brazier, and Madeh waved his hand to extinguish the flames in the brazier and grab the remaining notebooks.

Another door on one side was open, Made's brows furrowed, and Prince Marfa's knights quickly came to Made's side, "Young Master, are you okay?"

"It's all right, you chase through that door, and you must chase the escapees back to me. Made, holding the tattered notebook in her hand, said coldly.

"Yes. ”

The Knights obeyed Made's orders and pursued the fleeing Cult of Light with vigour.

"What's your kid carrying?" Stolas looked at Made's note with interest.

Made's hand flipped through the notes in his hand, and after reading a few pages, "Some of them are missing, this is the experiment log, it is estimated that they can't take it with them and plan to destroy it." ”

"What experiment?" Stolas stood beside Made, with his arms crossed.

Made's eyes narrowed, and she looked at Stolas's "Artificial Angel Project." ”

The statue of the Goddess of Light emits a soft shimmer, and the light shines throughout the church without a single shadow. An old man dressed in a golden and white robe stands beside the statue of the Goddess of Light. Below, a paladin knelt in front of the old man, "Our experimental plan in Stolas has been exposed. ”

"Oh, it's revealed so quickly, but it doesn't matter, who did it? Marfa has been contained, except for him.," the old man asked, turning to look at the paladin.

"His Royal Highness, the Pope, is the son of Marfa, Made. He is said to have done it. The paladin answered the Pope's question.

The Pope's staff smacked on the ground: "This family is really causing us trouble." ”

"Our plans have been exposed, and I'm afraid it will affect our temple....."

Before the paladin could finish speaking, the Pope interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "It's okay, just say that the bishop there has fallen into the devil's path." It is also possible to suppress the Dark Temple, remembering that our Light is everywhere and the necessary sacrifices are needed. ”

The paladin's eyes were filled with crazy sincerity, "Yes, Your Majesty, our Cult of Light will one day stand at the top of the continent. ”

"Right now, your day won't be long..."The Pope looked at the statue of Light in front of him with a crazy look.

Stolas took the mutilated note in his hand, "I see, is it a plan for artificial angels, the church is really good at playing, but it seems feasible to look at it this way..."

"It's not just feasible, the angel has already been created, what is the Cult of the Illuminati trying to do?" Made, looking through the other journal materials, trying to fully understand the man-made angel plan.

"The Bishop is nothing more than a failure, and judging by the materials gathered, what they want to create is a false god-level angel. Stolas said, shaking the clear reagent in his hand.

"You're a semi-finished product?" Made, looking at the reagent in Stolas's hand, asked.

Stolas nodded, opened the seal, and poured it down.

"Hey, hey, are you crazy?" said Made, looking at Stolas with a confused expression, what if this guy thinks that thing is juice?

"Stolas smashes it, smashes it, smashes it, "It tastes a little sweet, it has angel blood in it, and... There's divine power inside... Kindness.. It made me recover a few points. ”

"Don't drink these things, what should I do if I drink bad stomach?" Made, giving Stolas a blank look, put the sorted documents into the spatial ring.

Stolas smiled, "It's okay, my body is still God's body, this thing can't kill me." But what do you want to do when you find out about the Cult of the Light?

"No, no one will believe it if it is exposed, and even if anyone does, the Temple of Light will place a crime on this bishop, such as what he has taken refuge in the darkness. Mader shrugged her shoulders, this is not the Kingdom of Far, the Kingdom of Farr rejects the Cult of the Illuminati, but Elder is different from the other two kingdoms, they believe in the Cult of the Illuminati very much.

"I'm expecting the Knights to catch the gang that escaped, but it's probably impossible, since they've already planned a way out, the chance of catching them is definitely very small, and the next thing I'm going to face is probably the assassination of the Temple of Light or a show of goodwill. Mader walked back to the tunnel, intending to get back to the ground.

"I guess it's a gesture of goodwill, after all, you're the prince's son, but the current situation... If you and your father don't like the Cult of Illuminati faith, the chances of assassination will be greater. Stolas followed Marder back.

"Probably impossible, assassination and overtures are probably not going to be done this year?" said Marder with a smile to Stolas.

"Oh, why?" Stolas tilted his head and looked at Made, confused.

Mader pointed to the calendar on the wall, "December 1, 136 in the Holy Calendar, there are twenty-four days left until the House Tournament, and with the stinky nature of the Temple of Light, I guess they will kill me in the competition, right?"