A delicate crystal chandelier glows softly, surrounded by a navy blue screen, and a pot of verdant broadleaf plants sits at the head of the bed, surrounded by incense.

Ji Yan lay on the white bed, his expression showed a trace of helplessness, and quietly listened to Professor Salom's chatter, and his words were self-blame and guilt for his dereliction of duty.

At the end of the sentence, Professor Salom seemed to have a dry mouth, so he picked up the glass of water on the table beside him, and drank it with a few grunts.

Then he held the cup with both hands, stared at the mouth of the cup with water stains, and said with a slight emptiness; "Ji Yan, this matter actually depends on me, I was negligent for a while, don't have any burden in your heart."

Ji Yan was dumbfounded for a while, in fact, the real reason why he lost consciousness was that the system was buggy, but he didn't expect that when he fainted and fell to the ground, Professor Salom's experiment suddenly had an accident.

It can be said that it is too much of a coincidence, and even Ji Yan can't help but sigh at the wonder of fate.

Therefore, there is no need for Professor Salrom to blame himself for this, even if there is nothing wrong with this experiment, it is still necessary to come, and it is not a matter of so-called strength.

"Professor, it's not your problem, it's just that I'm not strong."

Ji Yan can't explain anything about the unconscious coma this time, do you want to tell everyone that this is a family inheritance, and it happened to have an attack during an accident in the experiment?

He didn't even believe in this excuse, so he could only follow everyone's ideas to conclude that his strength was not good.

"Mysterious experiments are full of uncertainties, do I have to give up the experiment every time I do it in the future, because of some danger?"

Ji Yan, who was lying on the bed, laughed, as warm as the warm sun in spring.

The mystical research experiment is to lay a solid foundation for the production of reagents, and the various gains and recovery effects of mystical reagents have an extremely powerful effect on the realm below the Morning Star, and there is also a small increase on the Morning Star.

It can be said that even if you don't know how to make it yourself, you need to know something about it.

Professor Salom was stunned for a moment, and then said with a little relief, "I am really happy that you can think so, as a teacher. ”

"You're about to go up to 0.1, here are some things that will help you with your cultivation, you can use them first." He took out three items from the spatial treasure and placed them beside the bed, all of which had a mysterious glow.

Without waiting for Ji Yan to refuse, he spoke again.

"Prepare well, don't be in a hurry about the course."

When Professor Salom wanted to say something more, the words came to his lips, and he swallowed again, but said to Ji Yan: "You can rest here for a while." ”

Then hurried out of the lounge.

The atmosphere in the lab was very silent until the door to the common room was opened and everyone saw Professor Salome come out.

Victor hurriedly surrounded him and inquired about Ji Yan's situation.

"Professor, Ji Yan is fine."

"It's fine." Professor Salome didn't talk about the reason why Ji Yan fainted, he instructed the students present: "Let's familiarize yourself with the experimental process today, so as not to make any mistakes when you get it." ”

After the professor finished speaking, his eyes revealed a little loneliness.

Maybe his home shouldn't be in the lab or in the classroom.

When it comes to conducting research and imparting knowledge, the secret council is better at these two points, and he will only send people to meet the god of radiance.

If it wasn't for the fact that he had been stuck in the Morning Star Realm for so long, why would he be stumbling around here.

……

Tonglin Town.

It was an ordinary town, small and populous due to its location on the remote border of the Ottoman Empire.

In the middle of the town there was a barely flat piece of land, surrounded by logs, and the long wind and sun had caused cracks in the pillars.

This is the place where the town holds meetings and holds events.

It's not a big holiday, but it's almost all the hundreds of people in the town.

The townsfolk gathered around a hastily erected platform, their expressions tingling with trepidation and unease, their lips twitching but not speaking, and some of them silently had tears on their faces and a hint of struggle in their eyes.

But most people are only numb, they can't control themselves, and everyone is forced to look up at the stage.

There was a person on the stage who was spitting and falling into a state of self-forgetfulness.

He was dressed in an all-black priest's outfit, his face was not clear, and he wore a black necklace with an inverted cross around his neck.

The priest holds a Gospel book in his right hand, the twisted text on which is faintly visible, and his left hand is open to the sky, as if embracing the world.

His tone was impassioned and his voice was sonorous and powerful, and he faced the hundreds of numb crowds in the audience, proclaiming the great deeds of the gods he believed in.

Not far away, there was a raging flame, and the holy armor loomed inside.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Supreme Lord of Twilight will bring us the baptism of the soul!"

The priest shouted with reverence in his tone, and at the same time raised the Gospel in his hand, and a force spread from the pages like a decaying life.

It passed through the crowd and entered the body of the crowd with the power to deceive people.

All the townspeople began to move, and suddenly, a strong smell of rust rose in the air, with a strong reluctance and curse, surrounding the town for a long time.

A light rain began to fall in the gloomy sky, but soon the rain became more and more dense, and finally lightning flashed in the sky, and the sound of thunder resounded throughout the margin.

A carriage was galloping down the road, and a foggy shield of light stopped it as the bean-heavy raindrops fell.

Inside the carriage, a priest and three paladins sat down.

Yesterday, they received news from far away at the border that the Order of Twilight was operating there, and that it was very powerful, and they needed to call for support.

After hearing the news, the main church sent a priest with a strength of 0.8 and three paladins with a strength of 0.7 to rush over day and night.

"The Lord of Radiance is above, are you sure that this is the place?"

The white-robed priest asked with a frown as he listened to the heavy rain outside the carriage.

The paladin beside him took out a map, examined it carefully, compared it with reality, and finally nodded in confirmation.

"How have these heretics been unusually active lately?"

A tall paladin across from the priest sighed slightly.

"Do you know the Bishop's See, which is located in the heart of the continent? I heard that the holy bell rang there, but I don't know what happened. Another paladin interjected.

"The higher-ups didn't say anything, just told us to be on our guard." The tall paladin replied.

The paladin, who was sitting next to the priest, just watched them talk, then opened the curtain with his big hand covered in layers of steel, and sighed softly through the pouring rain as he looked at the town looming in the rain in the distance.

It wasn't until they slowly approached the town that several people in the carriage looked stunned.

They glanced at each other and exchanged glances.

They asked about a rusty smell, strong and disgusting.

The carriage drove slowly towards the town and then stopped at the gate of the town.

The priest let out his senses and slowly spread inside, discovering that the entire town was devoid of the breath of the living.

Tell the crowd about their discovery, and they are silent and decide to find out.

The priest and the paladin dismounted from the carriage on alert, then drew their weapons with a cold light, changed formation, and surrounded the priest inside.

They slowly walked into the dead silence of the town, their eyes in their helmets looking at the empty houses with great vigilance. Even if there is not a single living person in this town, they dare not relax in the slightest.

The further you go inside, the stronger the smell of rust becomes, as if the rain can't wash it away.

The group came to the center of the town and saw the tragic scene in front of them at a glance, almost all imaginable and unimaginable tragic scenes are here. The red liquid was bubbling up through their feet and flowing outward.

The first impression is the word Devil's Cave.

Even though they have experienced countless scenes, they are a little creepy for a while, and their hearts are full of chills.

"Gott~"

One person seemed to be unable to bear the cruelty in front of him, and he couldn't help but retch.

A few people looked back, and then stopped paying attention, and in the face of this scene, their hearts were a little unbearable.

In the middle was a rough and rotten platform, on which there was no human figure.

They cautiously stepped over the obstacles, only to see a pile of debris that had been extinguished.

Something seemed to be shining in the debris, and several people walked in to take a closer look, and found that it was a piece of iron reflecting the light.

Seeing the material of the iron sheet, a sense of bad luck rose in everyone's hearts.

One of the paladins threw the debris away from it, revealing a suit of armor in the same style as the one they were wearing at the moment, and the flame emblem on it was so dazzling to the eyes.

"The Lord of Radiance is above, it's the paladins stationed nearby."

The priest came to a conclusion, then crossed his hands and prayed for his fallen colleagues that they would live peacefully in the kingdom of God in heaven.

The three paladins also mourned their colleagues, and then adjusted their mentality and continued to guard their surroundings.

When they had explored the town and found nothing, they retreated to a nearby church for a rest.

After the day and night of the journey, as well as the picture that shocked their minds just now, they all need to adjust their state.

The doorstep of the town.

The white horse, which had stopped there, seemed to sense something, and tread the muddy earth with its hooves with some uneasiness.

All around, a dark shadow surrounded them, their faces solemn and their eyes closed.

Looking at the face, it turned out to be a person from a small town.

The priest at the front of the crowd stepped forward, looking at the restless horses and smiling.

The white horse began to retreat step by step, and it was full of spirituality that it could feel the horror of the person in front of it.

"Don't be afraid, join me in believing in the Great Lord of Twilight."

The priest even talks to the horse about his faith again, and wants him to follow the priest to the Lord of the Dusk.

Open the Gospels, and the smell of decay reappears.

The horse, who had been nervous in front of the priest, snorted slightly, and began to slowly lower his head and reach out in front of him.

The priest touched his white sideburns with satisfaction, looked at the four figures from the town, and extended a sincere invitation to them.

"I wonder if you are willing to abandon your faith in false gods and serve my lord instead?"

At this moment, the four people who were walking out of the town looked at the black and oppressive figure in front of them, and immediately entered a battle state.

Hearing the black-robed priest's invitation to them, a look of anger appeared on the white-robed priest's face.

"With the God of Radiance above, it is ridiculous that you cultists still want to shake our faith."

One of the paladins also roared, "Our faith in the Lord of Light is not something you can guess! ”

After speaking, he raised his sharp blade at the black-robed priest.

Looking at the figures that had surrounded them from all directions, the four of them knew that only by fighting a bloody way could they survive.

The black-robed priest gave them a sympathetic look and commanded the faithful: "It is time to bear witness to our faith in the Lord of the Dusk." ”

"Let them start our way!"

The black figures changed dramatically in an instant, they wailed and tore the clothes on their bodies, and their bodies quickly swelled up like inflation, and the whole person exuded a smell of decay.

The four of them looked at the already inhuman hideous monster, held their breath, and used all the reagents on their bodies.

The captain of the paladin swallowed the last bottle of reagent, his eyes were full of murder, his teeth were clenched, the blade in his hand shook, shaking off the rain on it, and he roared loudly.

"Prepare for battle!"

"Roger!"

……

Ottoman Empire, imperial capital.

An elegant white carriage is parked at the entrance of the train station, and the residents who walk by it are saluting with respect.

Several white figures walked down from above, and the white robes on their bodies were embroidered with intricate golden lines, indicating their noble status - bishops.

They did not enter the station directly after they came down, but waited respectfully like students.

Inside, there was an old figure, exuding an aura like an ordinary person, unremarkable.

His movements were slow, but the bishop who was waiting beside him showed no disrespect, and when the old figure stepped on the ground, they all followed him.

A crowd of people swooped into the platform, where a special train was already waiting.

"I wonder what's going on with Newman?"

One of the bishops grabbed the other in the back and asked in a whisper.

Newman was his disciple and naturally had to pay attention.

The bishop who was pulled away glanced at him and said flatly.

"You have to trust your disciples, and under the light of the Lord of Light, any heresy will vanish in smoke."

Newman's master sighed softly, his heart pounding, as if to foreshadow something.

"The train to Coral City is about to depart, please come to the station as soon as possible."