Evan Hall had just returned from the death penalty of Rigoletto, and he found that the Queen Mother Regent was really crazy and wanted to use prisoners to tease the former minister. The warlock had already told him of his plan www.biquge.info be sentenced to death and disappear from the imperial capital and return to Paliva without a trace, so he was also ready for the "secret nails" of sacrifice. It's just Odin, how did he know that the Queen Mother had such a crazy idea?

At this time, his mind was a mess, and his cranky thoughts were just to kill a sense of fear.

Because he was walking down the crosses of the Imperial Sanctuary.

The sanctuary was a part of his life, the chapel of the Deep Valley, the Imperial Sanctuary, which he had visited countless times, and on the day of the weekly day of repentance, the day of the monthly payment of the indulgence, he knelt on the red and white carpet of the chapel and looked up at the gilded icon of Osiris.

He was not religious, but believed in the existence of the true God.

However, this was the first time he had stepped into the depths of the Imperial Sanctuary, surrounded by statues of saints looking down on him, hands folded and expressions of silence. The walls and floors were covered with gold-plated and mythril circles, with large sections of incantations etched into inky blue and gray-cyan materials. The fire was dim and stretched towards the dome.

There were also countless saints' eyes watching him on the dome.

No, it wasn't enough to terrify him.

He was followed by ten attendants, each holding a very precious ritual, including the antlers of the white spirit deer in Sinai, the Bihui stone from the Yin of the north, the snowbird crystal of the polar day, the black pearl of Nanfeng Lightning Ridge, and the partridge stone of Haiyan Lansen. This is the collection of Deep Valley City for many years, and any lord of the empire who has studied magic is willing to exchange a part of his territory for these rare raw materials.

The attendants followed him into the cross-corridor, and as he passed the first pillar of gold, there was a whistling sound in the air, and the sound of the wind came from behind Evan, and he froze under his feet, and subconsciously thought that there was a fire, because he had just returned from the execution ground, and anything burning could tug at his tense nerves.

When he turned around, he saw a white firework, and instead of radiating high temperatures to the surroundings, there was a cold current, like a cold wind with snow in winter.

The flame appeared exactly where the last attendant stood, one man tall, and burned silently, and there was darkness all around.

Then, he saw the antlers of the White Spirit Deer rolling out of the white flames, the horns of this rare beast were invulnerable to ice and fire.

The white spirit antlers rolled into a yin carved rune, which was densely written in the ancient imperial Chinese, surrounded by intersecting circles, triangles and crosses, and a small cluster of white flame tongues began to spread from the edge of the antlers, and then slowly surrounded it.

At this time, the white light of a person high began to weaken, and a blue light appeared, and the black shadow inside could be faintly seen, as if twitching and writhing, looking like phosphorus fire in the field.

The white flame was getting colder and colder, and Evan felt like his fingers were frozen, and he couldn't take a step under his feet. Finally, the light became more and more dim, and when it shrank on the ground, it became only the size of a palm, like a lit rope, and it was extinguished after a few strokes, and the whole process was dead silent except for the sound of the wind rolling.

Eri came over in vain, and it was an entourage that spontaneously combusted.

Despite the cold, Evan felt like sweat was all down his spine.

He looked at the grimacing, silent guide in front of him, the Archmage Corelli, a professor at the Imperial Theological Seminary, hoping for some explanation, but the thin middle-aged man was just walking forward, seemingly unhappy with Evan slowing down.

When passing the second pillar of gold thread, the second attendant also spontaneously combusted silently.

His colleague's face grew paler and paler as the air grew colder, and it seemed that with each step forward, it would turn to frost. They chanted prayers in low voices, asking for forgiveness from the true God. Because I don't know when I'm going to turn into a white flame.

However, this did not help, because the third attendant also ignited, and the people around him could not bear the terrible scene, and fell to their knees, tears streaming down their faces, but the moment they touched the runes on the ground, the other person also caught fire instantly.

Evan Hall felt his teeth shiver, his muscles contracted, and the veins in his temples throbbed—whether it was cold or fear.

"Hurry up, what a pleasant night, and I wouldn't have wasted my time in this place if I hadn't been entrusted to it—the manuscript was so interesting, and I was about to read it for the fifth time. Corelli didn't seem to notice that anyone had disappeared, and his tone was full of dissatisfaction.

The archmage noticed that the people behind him were getting slower and slower, and turned impatiently, to find Evan Hall standing in the middle of the cross like an ice sculpture with a chill all over his body.

"They're dead, go away. Corelli grimaced.

"Why?" Evan chattered in his teeth.

"Holy Spring has eaten it, it's a trap, the same principle as the animal trap. Don't look at it, the inquisition is still letting people bleed, what's there to be surprised about, hurry up. The archmage urged, as if it were not a human being who died, but an animal.

"Follow behind, be careful not to get eaten, then I won't get the second volume of the handscroll. I'm going back to the thirty-second spell test. ”

At this time, the voice of the monk came from the side room, to the effect that the holy Osiris let the sheep into the sheepfold, so that they could experience the horror of death and thus be afraid.

Evan Hall felt his nerves numb all over his body, and it became more and more difficult to walk.

Two more retinues disappeared.

Evan only felt that the saints who looked down on him had become blue-faced and fanged demons, countless sunken, black eyes staring at him.

When he reached the door of the altar of the Holy Spring, there was no one behind him. His nearest squire turned into air twenty paces from the altar.

His hands were empty, beads of sweat came out of his forehead and back, but his whole body was cold and he was shaking like a pendulum.

Corelli pushed open the gilded door, and ten priests knelt around the fountain, chanting hymns.

The brilliance of the cross circle flickered on the white stone, like the stars of the Milky Way, and the holy spring was like a candle lit by a candle, glowing with golden red brilliance, and the surface was calm and boundless.

Evan remembered the words of the archmage, and they were eaten by the Holy Spring, and only felt a tumbling in their stomachs. He managed to keep himself from trembling, and squeezed out a gentle smile, but his throat was like a lump of lead.

The priests did not stop chanting, and they held a pinch of holy spring and put it on their foreheads, cheeks, and chins.

"Nourish the world with the blood of the true God. ”

They drank the water from the spring.

The fear that Evan had managed to suppress resurfaced as he looked at Archmage Corelli, while the thin middle-aged man looked straight ahead, undaunted by the Sacred Fountain Altar.

"Why did you bring mortals here?" asked the chief priest without getting up, not even opening his eyes, and turning his back to the archmage.

"I don't know the trivial things of mortals, anyway, he said to give me a hundred blue ochre. Corelli replied impatiently, turned his head again, and said to Evan Hall in a wooden voice: "The Holy Priest is in the spring, he can hear you, and if there is anything to say, I will go back for the thirty-third experiment." ”