These black-robed people were all third-order professionals, but they were helpless in the face of the attacks of unknown enemies.

Their vision gradually dimmed, and they heard the sound of the rain in their ears, and they were in the thick of the night.

Raindrops beat the rubble, and a hoarse wind blows the foliage.

"What's the matter, why am I in hell again?"

"Damn! My head hurts so much......"

"Where is this?"

A groan of pain sounded, and most of the black-robed people fell into a state of madness, shaking their heads desperately, trying to open their sour and misty eyes.

They were still standing in the dilapidated church, surrounded by scrolls of paintings hanging on the walls, the contents of which were very blurred, except for classical buildings, a large number of black skeletons, and some strange-looking monsters.

Outside the tattered window, the night sky was dark, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Boom ~ Boom ~

Torrential rain poured, thunder exploded, and black clouds overheaded.

The black-robed man in the room gradually came to his senses and found that he was still alive, and looked around in surprise.

"Don't stand stupidly, hurry up and find someone!"

The black-robed man in the lead scolded and beckoned his subordinates to continue the search.

The group of five searched for a long time in the ruins of the church, and finally found a hidden path and galloped towards the mountains and forests to the west.

"Adult ......"

The black-robed man in the lead suddenly stopped and looked at a towering tree next to him, his eyes revealing doubts.

The trunk of the large tree is curved in the shape of a half-moon, standing straight and towering, with a height of more than twenty meters, and the branches are luxuriant, and a huge oil painting hangs on the branches.

On the oil painting, two huge devils dozens of meters high stand in the desolate and barren forest, looking up to the sky and roaring.

One of them was human-like with wings on its back, and the other was human-headed with a bird's head, thick pillar-like arms, a spear, and ornate armor.

The two devils looked hideous and fierce, wrapped in black mist, exuding a monstrous aura.

The black-robed man raised his arm, carefully observed the figure on the scroll, and muttered to himself, "This should be a portrait of the devil, it looks very realistic......"

He pulled out his magnifying glass and made it carefully.

The male devil's face is blurred, and he can't see his face clearly, and he can only barely make out the outline of a slightly immature and resolute side face;

The female devil is dressed in armor, holding a shield and a sharp sword, and her face is hazy and illusory, and she cannot see her age, but only a pair of green eyes that are bright.

Although the painting is not exquisite, it is quite beautiful, and the characters in the painting seem to have wisdom and have a temperament and posture that is very different from ordinary people.

"Do you mean ......?"

The black-robed man in the lead was thoughtful, stretched out his left hand wearing black leather gloves, gently pressed it on the scroll, and pulled it down hard.

Swish~

The painting is torn open, revealing a hollow underneath.

The leader of the black-robed man had a solemn look in his eyes and took the lead into the tunnel leading to the basement, while the rest of the black-robed man rushed in, going deep along the winding tunnel and digging downward.

They light torches at intervals and use the light of the fire to illuminate their surroundings, keeping watch out for them.

However, as it continued to decline, everyone's mood became heavier and heavier, and their faces were gloomy, as if they were in a swamp of death.

The black, viscous liquid soaked on the ankles, wet and slippery, with a fishy smell.

The black-robed man's eyes gradually regained focus, looking at the mucous membranes on his legs, and the tentacles that climbed up along his ankles, his face showed an expression of sudden realization, and exclaimed, "These...... It's a resentful soul that dwells in the flesh......"

There are five black-robed people, distributed in the center of the five-pointed star pattern at the end of the passage.

Everyone was wrapped in slimy, wriggling black shadows, constantly gnawing at the bones, from flesh to tendons to skin, inch by inch, devouring and devouring.

"Uh-huh!"

Terrible screams came and went, and bright red blood oozed from everyone's skin and pores, and soon dyed the pants in a bright color.

The five black-robed men wept bitterly and fell to their knees, praying for salvation from the Lord God.

The black mist surged, turning into black silk threads that burrowed into their bodies, nourishing their wounded and mutilated limbs.

After just ten seconds, their bodies were completely healed, but everyone's faces were filled with fear and tiredness.

The black-robed people supported each other, moving slowly and cautiously.

Suddenly, there was a crunch sound ahead, like something shattering.

"There is danger! Withdraw! Hurry back! ”

The faces of the black-robed people changed suddenly, and they instinctively dodged backwards, while drawing their knives to protect their bodies.

Syllable! Syllable!

The black mist twisted to form two portals, one dark blue and cold, and one gray and gray, corresponding to two wooden doors.

A large cloud of black mist erupted from the cracks in the wooden door, like an open mouth, enveloping everyone.

"Get out of here!"

The black-robed people raised their swords to resist, slashing out Dao Dao swords and various elemental magic.

However, the black mist was extremely flexible, allowing the blade to slash, never shattering, but instead gathering and absorbing all the blades, and transforming them into pure black energy, making it even more terrifying.

"Ahh

A black-robed man let out a panicked and high-pitched shout.

I saw that the right half of his body quickly decayed and festered, turning into pus and melting into the black mist, leaving only a thin and emaciated head.

Hiss! Hiss!

The black mist twisted and writhed, swimming like a snake python, wrapping around the black-robed man's neck and hanging him in midair.

The black-robed man let out a miserable howl, his whole body convulsed, his skin quickly shrank, his eyes bulged, and the look in his pupils quickly faded.

In a few moments, the corpse was completely lifeless, turning into a lifeless corpse and falling on the stone staircase.

"Ahhh

The others were terrified, screaming and fleeing in terror.

The black mist did not pursue, it stood still, and seemed to be consuming the spirit of the black-robed man.

After a while, the black mist slowly wriggled and turned into a black-robed man again.

"This is a cellar with a lot of rare materials......"

The black-robed man looked around, frowned, and said, "There are no magic fluctuations here, and there are no other dangers, so there must not be too strong evil spirits......"

As soon as the words fell, the body of the black-robed man suddenly stiffened and remained motionless.

"Everyone be quiet, wait for a while, wait until the darkness clears, you follow me!"

An old hoarse voice came to his mind, and in an instant, the entire sealed cellar became dark and cold, and the oil lamps on the walls were extinguished.

The black mist churned, converging into a skeleton dressed in purple, suspended in mid-air, staring at the corpses on the ground.

His body was extremely shriveled, like a dead ghost crawling out of a grave, his skin was loose and wrinkled, his eye sockets were sunken, his cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were blue, full of dead silence and despair.

"You're Dead......"

He stared at the many black-robed people and smiled hoarsely, "Now...... I need a carrier ......"