The solemn Red Apple Church.

On the outer wall of the minaret building at night, the side face of the angel relief overlapped with the purple moon, and a round of demonic light appeared.

A dense sound of footsteps came from the end of the street.

Two heavily armored guards with the red apple logo on their chests took the lead and marched towards the church with torches.

They were followed by a long queue of dozens of church guards.

A few guards still held dog leashes in their hands, and rotting hounds draped in red cloths obediently followed the procession.

In front of the church, the long dragon fish rushed in and entered through the gate in an orderly manner, leaving only two guards at the door.

Interior of the church.

Prayer room.

A young woman collapsed to the ground in disheveled clothes, a deep scratch on her throat and blood splattered all over the ground.

Apparently she had been dead for a long time.

Stuarton's fat back in a monk's robe was standing not far from the corpse.

He was armed with a dainty dagger with blood dripping from its shiny blade.

"Rose, why hasn't there been a response yet......"

Stilton wiped his sweat with his other handkerchief, and his small eyes were fixed on a golden goblet on the prayer stand.

The cup was filled with blood, and from time to time it rippled outward.

It's been a long time.

An old voice came from the goblet:

"Stuarton, this is the third time you've called me...... Hope you can give me a reason to convince me. ”

"Your Excellency, Bishop!"

The fat friar was overjoyed, and he hurriedly approached the goblet.

"When are you leaving for Emerald Town? The transcendent who destroyed the prison of the apple orchard is most likely hiding here now......

As long as you come, that guy won't be able to run away! ”

The blood in the cup was silent for a while, and just when Stuarton was a little confused, the old voice came again:

"Will reminded me that it now seems that the sinner was probably a transcendent member of the 'Society of History and Rituals', who disguised himself as a sacrifice and slipped into the prison and finally killed our priest Carter......"

"Their purpose is very clear, it is the pot of sunflowers......

The church's higher-ups have briefly speculated that it is most likely the remnant of the Sage who caused the collapse of the Tourmaline Royal City more than ten years ago. ”

"If it weren't for the double pressure from the Church of the Sun and the Asylum, Lord Rafa wouldn't have secretly transferred it to a marginal town like Emerald Town......

It's just that how did those hateful rat-men know the ...... of this news? ”

The old man's voice was filled with extreme anger, and Stulton wiped his sweat frequently.

He wanted to remind but didn't dare to remind the bishop, he didn't want to know these insiders at all.

"Is there a traitor in the church?"

Steulton asked in a whisper.

The blood in the cup stagnated.

"You're a pig's brain, Stuarton! Who would dare to betray those who believe in roses!? ”

The old voice scolded, and then seemed to suppress its anger, and gradually calmed down.

"Forget it, you won't understand it......

Now you only need to know one thing, sinners can't run away, and the church will turn him into fertilizer in the garden. ”

"After Carter's death, the Church's extraordinary combat power in Emerald Town will be vacant, so you don't have to worry about him for the time being......

No matter where he flees, he will eventually join his accomplices with the stolen goods. ”

"Now that the church has locked down the people behind this operation, I can't get out of it for the time being...... But their time of death is near. ”

"You should be silent for a while, and you don't need to call me again if there is nothing important."

The old voice faded, and the blood in the golden goblet became silent.

After listening to the bishop's words, Stowlton was not only not relieved, but became even more restless.

Since the death of the priest, he has been in a state of extreme insecurity.

"I stayed in church during this time and didn't go out......"

He let out a long breath and turned to leave.

Suddenly, he saw a big black mouse on the ground, looking up at him.

"...... rats?"

Stowlton was stunned.

The big black mouse squeaked, and in the blink of an eye it ran away.

The Fat Friar's uneasiness grew stronger as he watched the rat flee.

"How could there be a rat ...... all of a sudden?"

He had heard of some strange supernatural abilities in the occult realm, and just in case, he hurriedly followed the direction where the mouse had left.

But as soon as he walked out of the prayer room and came to the courtyard outside, he suddenly saw the corpses of the guards lying on the ground.

Without exception, their necks were twisted 180 degrees, and there were many small tooth marks on their bodies that had been gnawed.

The flesh is blurred, and it is extremely tragic.

“！！”

Stowlton was startled, and shuddered as he took a few steps back.

"Come on...... Here it comes! That guy really killed him! ”

Why didn't you hear any movement? It's all in the church!

Stowlton immediately ran back to the prayer room, grabbing the golden goblet and a crossbow hidden under the prayer table.

Then head back to the courtyard and run towards the back door of the church.

He pushed open the iron fence of the courtyard, and suddenly heard a terrible dog barking.

Immediately afterward, the mangled body of a rotting hound was flung to his feet.

It gasped for breath and looked like it was going to die.

When he looked up, he saw a man hidden in a cloak snatching a short sword from the hand of a church guard, stabbing through the other's body.

The guard screamed, spraying blinding blood.

Thump!

The body fell and rolled to the side along the brimming hat.

Immediately afterwards, Stilton saw several large black rats gather around the cloaked man, and one of the familiar rats jumped into his palm and squeaked.

It was as if she was whispering to him.

The scene was so strange that Stuarton felt creepy.

Is this man the sinner who killed the priest and stole the strange thing......

Chen Lun laughed dumbly after listening to the little mouse's report.

It turned out that the casual nonsense at that time was reported to the Red Apple Church by Will's guy.

It's no wonder that they want to diverge, the group of transcendents of the History and Ritual Association who take the path of the [Earth Faction] do like to steal things, especially stealing things from other people's graves.

But what Chen Lun didn't know was that it was precisely because the History and Ritual Society had recently dug up the grave of a high-ranking member of the Red Apple Church that they were convinced of this inference.

Chen Lun bent down to let the mouse go, then turned his head to look at Stearnon.

The latter suddenly felt a chill down his spine, like falling into an ice cave.

"Heresy! Death! ”

The sound of the urn and the roar of the urn exploded in my ears.

Two heavily armored guards strode from behind Chen Lun, spears in their hands smashing down on his head.

Syllable!

Chen Lun turned around and raised his hands and grabbed the handle of the gun under the spearhead.

The powerful swing suddenly stopped.

The two heavily armored guards were slightly stunned as they noticed that the cloaked man's exposed hands and palms were covered with dark golden scale armor.

His gaze shifted slightly, and he saw that under the hood of the cloak was a pair of vertical pupils like poisonous snakes.

"Die!"

The two of them only listened to a bland word.

The next second.

Boom!! Boom!!

The surging force was accompanied by severe pain, and the two heavily armored guards flew upside down.

Bang!

The heavy body slammed into the ground, and the stone pavement was full of cracks.

Many bricks crumbled into rubble and flew everywhere.

The cuirass of the heavily armored guard seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer, and a large pit was recessed, and the body hidden in it was probably not spared.

Under their fully enclosed helmets, bright red blood slowly gushed out.