He could already feel that this black smoke contained a strong evil aura, the smell of rotting corpses, the unwillingness of resentful spirits, and the curse of the dead, all of which were mixed together, causing uncomfortable small bumps on his skin. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Perhaps, only light magic can banish it.

Chris ran out, out of the hall, through the long, winding porch, and without looking back, he could always feel the smoke approaching.

Hell yes!

After a slight inspection of himself, he found that the Swiftness Technique had reached the cooldown period, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly jumped forward in a vertical step, and then immediately cast it.

His footsteps quickened, and in a short time he rushed out of the cave.

The darkness of the night and the icy wind swept in his face, which lightened Chris's tired nerves, but he did not dare to forget the strange black mist behind him like maggots on tarsal bones.

He gritted his teeth, raised his left hand, and a faint qi elemental mass suddenly erupted in the palm of his hand—a flash technique.

The blinding light lit up all around, and Chris closed his eyes as he rolled backwards a few times.

There was a terrible howl in the wilderness, and Chris's head was dizzy.

This cry is directly acting on the spirit!

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the black mist had dissipated a lot, twisting unwillingly in the air, but the center suddenly flashed in front of him and burrowed into his wound.

Worst!

As soon as Chris had the idea, he noticed that several wounds began to ache violently, and he couldn't help but fall to the ground with a "bang".

What the hell is this?

Pandis appeared at the entrance of the cave, and when he saw Chris on the ground, his face turned white with fright, and he quickly helped him up, trying to let him lean on his arms.

Who knows, Chris shook her away with all his might, and fell far away with a "poof".

Ignoring the pain, she got up and cried out, "Chris, what's wrong with you?"

I saw Chris groaning in the dark, as if he wanted to sit up, but suddenly lost his strength and fell to the ground again, motionless.

In the eastern part of the Booth Empire, between the Otis Mountains, in a deserted land with few people, there is a huge valley, which is surrounded by woods, and a huge river runs through the middle, and the abundant water vapor in the valley does not disperse for many years, forming a fog that even the sun cannot penetrate, and there are hunters or accidental entrants who can never leave safely, and the bones of wild beasts can often be seen at the junctions outside the valley, and people always call it the Misty Valley in fear.

However, it is said that when the Imperial Griffon Knights flew over, they occasionally saw the spires of some similar buildings looming in the fog in the valley, but they never went down to investigate out of curiosity, and of course, some reporters were warned from above.

Therefore, they will never know that in the Misty Valley, there is a majestic building.

The walls of the huge, white rocks were its perimeter, and with the blessing of divine power, even the worst weather could not leave a trace of filth on it. A large brown-red Manro-style domed tower stands in the middle of the valley in the shape of a "pin", the neat square red brick walls are inlaid with rows of semicircular windows at the top, various strangely shaped creatures are surrounded by the outer railing of the rooftop, the semicircular arch makes the whole building solidify a heavy atmosphere, and the slender bridge connects the towers to each other from the air, forming the entire main hall.

The statues of the Twelve Apostles, scattered around the main hall, are different from their counterparts in the main hall of the Booth Empire, they are all wearing armor, holding large swords or maces, and assuming a fighting posture.

A wide scarlet carpet with silver trim stretched from the doorstep to the prayer table, and huge cross-shaped banners with swords and hammers hung in batches on twenty-four pillars carved in relief, and frescoes in orange and yellow covered the entire half-arched zenith, and the sunken sun, the purple clouds, and the defeated aliens all prostrate themselves to the ground, praying to the heavens, and the countless angels of light who spread their wings.

The morning light poured through the multicolored glass windows, pouring into them, and the holy and solemn atmosphere was enough to make the less devout believers kneel down with tears in their eyes and confess their depravity to the seal of light hanging on the main wall.

Oppression, majesty, and sacredness are the first impressions of every newcomer, and certainly without the groans of endless pain and despair that loom from the deepest depths of the earth. The Inquisition Hall of Inquisition is the name of this place.

A tightly wrapped carriage appeared beyond the valley, stopped, and slowly stepped down a man in a brown robe, who stood at the mouth of the valley, looked at the mist of the valley from afar, took out a horn, and blew softly.

The sound of "woo~" continued to echo in the valley, and then, he withdrew his horn and stood quietly in place, the horse and coachman behind him were silent and motionless.

After a while, the fog was cut open, and a figure appeared in front of them, a Templar in armor of light, who walked up to the person with a blank face and held out his hand.

A badge appeared in his hand, and the Templars checked it, nodded slightly, still did not speak, and only cast a "Holy Light Blast" into the sky above the valley, and then, a cable car appeared at the mouth of the valley, and the two of them walked up together, and then the cable car began to move inward rapidly.

Outside the valley, only the carriage was still waiting.

The cable car stopped, and the two of them walked to the stone platform on the side together, and walked slowly down the steps.

As the fog faded and the Inquisition Hall appeared, the Templars gestured toward the main hall and disappeared without a sound.

He was the only one left.

He reached out and pulled the hood away, revealing a kind face that would surely make countless believers kneel down in the streets if they appeared on the streets of the Booth Empire.

Fernando, the deacon of the main temple of the Temple of Light, may not belong to the high priesthood of the Holy See, but the cardinal in general cannot but be respectful in front of him, perhaps, with another image of the title that better represents his status: the papal secretary.

Fernando rubbed his right knee, his feet aching from the damp conditions, he sighed softly, moved his hands slightly, and walked towards the hall door.

When he stepped up the steps and walked into the main hall, there was still no one around, but the faint howl in the hall made him frown slightly, and the faint sound of cloth flats on the red carpet, he walked to the prayer platform calmly, bowing his head slightly.

"What is it this time?" a voice suddenly sounded behind him. (To be continued.) )