The Scroller of the Evil God could not receive an oracle here, and this misty town was never something that an angel could do.

"Have you ever been inside that church?" Crane shifted the conversation back to him.

Although Mr. A has strong mood swings, he seems to be caught up in his own world and completely unresponsive to other things.

The shadow writhed resentfully, and a suppressed voice of pain was heard: "What is the content of the oracle?" ”

Before Crane could organize the language, Mr. A muttered in despair and madness, "I'm guilty!" I repent! I'm guilty......"

It seems that the act of asking a pagan about an oracle is in itself a denial of the meaning of one's own existence, a blasphemy of a lifelong faith.

It's completely uncommunicative.

Crane made no further attempts to talk to Mr. A.

There was another creaking sound in the shadows, as if the teeth rubbed against the knuckles of the fingers.

Do you go crazy when you eat your fingers, or do you love to eat your fingers when you're crazy?

The crimson that seeped through the room suddenly darkened, and Crane immediately looked into the shadows, thinking about what he could say about the Aurora Society. He wants to lure Mr. A into chasing him so that he can collide with Panatia, which is what he does best.

But I can't give my middle finger up and shout, come here!

Perhaps, however, Panatia complimented me on the deliciousness of my fingers.

But wouldn't it be rude to shout "the true Creator doesn't want you anymore"? Perhaps it would be polite to change it to "You have been forsaken by your Lord".

Before he could speak, the shadow in the corner of the wall suddenly recessed inward, and in the blink of an eye, the shadow returned to normal, and Mr. A was gone.

Crane's instinctively outstretched left hand paused in front of him, and he raised his hand to press Gelman's silk top hat, and then remembered that he was now dressed as a caretaker of the Church of the Goddess, without a top hat.

No longer lingering, Crane allowed his figure to be engulfed in flames, while igniting the leaves in the direction of the church.

No sooner had he leapt out of the flames than Crane heard Panatia's frantic and playful voice:

"The way you are struggling in pain and despair is truly delightful."

She curled the corners of her mouth and laughed a few times, then lowered her face again, and said in an eerie voice:

"Food has to be like food!"

Crane snapped his fingers again, but this time the violent cough affected his balance, and he snapped to the ground, on top of a spreading ice.

Panatia stepped on the transparent silk thread and looked down at the prey that was about to be frozen into amber, revealing a sweet and eerie smile.

"Got you......"

The glove on his left palm was pale and transparent, and the moment Crane got rid of the restraint, he slammed into the wall in front of him with force, and his palm touched the wall, and Crane stepped into the church.

Crane was panting violently against the wall, feeling hot and his throat was itching, if he hadn't known that there was an unknown danger hidden in the church, Crane really wanted to run to the window immediately and taunt Panatia: "Hahaha, you can't catch up with me, I'm not afraid at all." ”

Of course, this is just a fleeting reverie of the brain to relieve tension and fear of the unknown. But if it were Anderson, he would have been more moved than acted.

Sighing silently, Crane focused on the dark church, barely making out the figures hanging in mid-air.

Crane had expected this, but he didn't know who hung them here, and he secretly slandered himself in his heart, thinking that it should be the monster in the magical creature illustrated book presented by Arodes.

Suddenly a cold wind hung in the church, and all the noodles turned to Crane, rolled their eyes at the newcomer, and said "Hornachis...... Fregela ......'s unobtrusive welcome.

Crane was stared at so much that his scalp was numb, and speculations quickly formed in his mind, and he began to think that all this was arranged by the lamp god or someone, and even if he didn't steal the book, he would be sent to climb the mountain in other ways.

Is this my final place?

Ever since he entered the church, Crane felt that some danger was approaching little by little, and when he saw these figures swaying in the wind, he quickly turned on the vision of the spirit line, and was horrified to find that his spirit line was being attracted to float upward.

He finally knew what was it that made the demigod witch feel great danger and had been triggering his spiritual alarm.

He pulled back the thread of his spirit and explored deeper into the church.

Then, he saw the statue of the Eraser Angel who had sent him in, and an old NPC sitting diagonally behind the statue.

No way...... Is this dungeon really a transfer NPC?

The old man opened his eyes and said the line as if he had been triggered: "Finally, another soothsayer has arrived." ”

Crane was stunned for a moment, he remembered that most of the mentor NPCs who used to play online games and hide in the corners of the hidden profession also said the same: "Finally xx is here......"

He adjusted his emotions and couldn't help but say, "Hello, is there anything I can do to help you?" ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, feeling that the people who came this time were probably not normal, and he said in a deep voice: "I need you to bring my ashes back to my hometown Trier. ”

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Crane looked at the person in front of him suspiciously, the old man was not in a soul state, could it be that there was another seal like a lamp god? The spirit of the ashes?

Seeing people neither asked about their own state nor how to get out of here, the old man could only take the initiative to explain.

He spoke a long sentence in a hoarse voice, and Crane always felt that it was full of lies, especially when he told himself such important information, but only wanted the ashes to be scattered in the river of his hometown, and it was not reasonable to think about it.

After listening to so much mission background and not seeing the other party introduce his identity, Crane finally couldn't help but speak: "Please forgive my faux pas, what should I call you?" ”

The old man let out a long sigh, and seemed reluctant to say his name, and he replied with a smile, "You can call me...... Zarathu. ”

it!

Crane figured it all out at once.

Thinking of the out-of-control monster and the battle for the Source Fort that the God of Lights said, this Zarathu must not be dead, not to mention that she has already experienced the miracle master, just say that she tried to persuade everyone to open the door on the main peak of Honachis, she must have a big plan.

No, as soon as I open the door, the history and fate here will be connected to the outside world, and she will be able to get out of this strange state, return to the out-of-control ontology, awaken reason, and become a sequence of angels who are no longer crazy.

Am I going to uncover the seal of one of the final bosses with my own hands?

But if I don't open the door and go out, where will I have the future?

Looking at it this way, is that eraser angel sending himself here just to let me out of Zarathu? Isn't that ...... The goddess is also willing to see this development?

No longer hesitating, in the spirit of the enemy's wool and not white attitude, Crane asked for the secret puppet and fish, the ability buff, the magician potion recipe, and also asked the name of the sequence three and many questions.

Of course, he also tried to ask for the potion recipe of the ancient scholar, but the other party seemed to have seen through his inch, and just smiled and said nothing.

If you look like this, you will be beaten by the god of lights.

While waiting, Crane had been thinking about his next course of action.

Suddenly, a crimson glow shone into the dark church, and Crane, who was already standing by the wall, immediately pressed against the wall and walked out of the church.