Odin crawled out of the mirrored space—the Sanctuary right in front of his eyes. In fact, there is only one step from the "imprisoned" circle to www.biquge.info the sanctuary.

While invoking the city circle to emit "holy light", Saint Priest John did not forget to create a spell cage so that the enemy could not escape his control!

Odin walked up the stairs crookedly, and Archmage Rose, who had just said he was going to ask him a question, disappeared again.

In front of him, there were hundreds of corpses. Some of these corpses had been burned to death by the Nightmare and their bodies were covered with holes, some had been "holy" erased with only half amputated or severed arms, and some had their souls sucked out alive - undamaged from their bodies, their eyes were wide open, but only the whites of their eyes and no pupils, and the souls were more often Templars.

A layer of transparent light mist poured over the corpse, then turned into filaments and twisted into a ball, like a long worm entwined together. The bugs scrambled toward the center of the Sanctuary, but a strange force dragged them backwards.

If you listen closely, you can hear a white, writhing mist of light, and a terrible cry.

Odin had used the puppetry on the human parchment scroll to reshape the "spirits" of Souss, and he knew that these white mists were the souls of the dead. But these souls - in a very strange state, as if they had been swept into a lair by a behemoth.

However, he could not care about any of this, for the chanting of St. John the Priest surrounded him from all sides, and reverberated against the white marble walls of the church.

It seems that the Holy Priest hated the enemies who wanted to rob the Templars of their hidden power.

Odin's perception was declining—he was losing his keen sight, his vision was blurry, he was losing his hearing, all sounds were mixed up and clogged up like cotton outside his eardrums, and the pain of tearing and squeezing was disappearing, and he could barely feel his physical presence.

His mind was crystal clear—Odin knew that his human body had reached its limits in the process of exporting his Origin power and resisting attacks.

The only thing that could save him now was the mysterious source of power in the Templar. It was his biggest gamble.

He could barely see the phantom of a staircase, a transparent mirror, a soft ray of daylight.

Odin fell headlong.

From Archmage Rose's point of view, the dark sorcerer, who calls himself the "Phantom Extinguisher", staggered through the alabaster prayer corridor, through the hall of atonement filled with statues of saints and Osiris, through the ceremonial chamber filled with gilded paintings "Towards the Firmament", and finally reached the altar of holy water with a dense array of runes.

The stained glass on the golden dome casts sunlight on the holy water altar, and closely surrounding the altar is a smooth and flat stone wall with golden threads, and the stone wall is not depicted with the image of the god Osiris, but is engraved with dense ancient imperial Chinese incantations. Along the perimeter of the stone wall, an octagonal array of patterns is scattered throughout the sacrificial chamber.

In the center of the golden-white stone wall, there is a holy spring that is several meters wide and extremely clear, but the bottom is not visible.

On the edge of the holy spring, there is a huge stone wall of golden thread, full of ten people high, leading to the outer edge of the temple, which is engraved with the deeds of the true god Osiris and the saints, and there is a spring in the center of the stone wall, from which clear holy water seeps out and drips into the holy spring.

The Dark Warlock did not chant or bow down, but poured it directly into the pure and immaculate fountain.

Miraculous sights appeared.

The waters of the Holy Fountain boiled, and white foam poured out one after another, engulfing the dark sorcerer. When he fell into the spring, he was gone!

Then, the bubbling and foaming holy spring made a terrifying echo, like countless monsters howling in a deep well, and the white gas became thicker and thicker, and the whole spring looked like a pot of boiling water.

Archmage Ross was filled with guilt and the excitement of sin, he had never crossed the rules even a step, but now his betrayal of the Templar had torn his heart in half!

He looked at the scene in amazement, wondering what was next—the fate of the dark sorcerer. St. John the Priest possessed immense strength to resist the washing of the blazing spring water and sleep with the holy spring. This dark sorcerer, who looked so weak that he was dying—was he eaten by the holy water, or was he healed by the holy water?

The next moment, Rose was shocked by the sight in front of him!

Like a cannonball, the spring water spewed out and rushed straight to the golden dome nearly twenty meters high, swallowing all the light and shining like a giant dragon crashing into the stained glass of the dome!

All the runes on the stone wall glowed, like twinkling stars in the dimness!

The mist splashed and scattered, and the violent impact made the entire sacrificial chamber shake, and the piercing roar vibrated back and forth between the stone walls, and the water column swooped into the spring with a golden light under the obstruction of the dome!

Rose had no doubt that the falling spring would cleanse and destroy everything!

And after this holy spring fell into the spring, like a cannonball that destroyed everything, it exploded, swirled, and made a popping sound, and the stone wall was smashed out of countless large pits, but the spring water could not escape the confinement of the stone wall - the entire spring was surrounded by extremely hot white mist, and in the middle of the spring, it turned into a black whirlpool, and the white mist was sliding towards the center of the whirlpool!

The archmage far away from the spring felt that black vortex had an irresistible attraction, and all the energy was quickly swept into this black hole!

The process lasted for several minutes, and everything was calm again—the roar of the spring was hidden, the ground no longer trembled, the stone walls no longer emitted light streaks, the fog disappeared, the air became unusually cold, and even the light became unusually dim.

The archmage cautiously stepped forward, wanting to see the black hole formed by the holy spring—however, the clear, unbounded and bottomless spring was only one person deep, and where it should have been filled with holy water, there were now weak scarlet flames jumping around!

The entire light chamber is now like a tomb niche with ghost fire jumping.

As soon as he saw it, the small flames spread rapidly as if they had been stained with oil, filling the entire spring. It looked like the spring water had turned into a dark fire, and the flames were sliding back and forth on the flammable surface.

And the dark sorcerer in black robes actually got up from under the empty spring.

In Scarlet Spring's eyes, his half-bulging spine appeared, and the black cloth was still on top of him, undamaged—he looked like he was lying on his stomach in flames.

Then, the thin black robe cracked in the middle, and a piercing streak oozed from it.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the archmage felt that the dark warlock had even split his spine in half, and his back muscles were torn apart alive, as if there was a creature with terrible power that was about to burst out of this body.

The next moment, he saw a pair of pure white wings emerge from the cracked crack in the light!