In a flash of lightning, Sirius had a guess in his heart.

He immediately turned to look at the three Janas.

The three of them were sitting on the sidelines in front of transparent people, they were not enough in terms of magic skills or combat experience, and they were young, they had just graduated from magic school, and they had not been affected by amnesia, so they naturally had no say in this meeting.

Even when others talked about them, several remained silent.

"Janus." Sirius said solemnly, "Do you three have seen the life memories of the townspeople?" ”

"Life memories?" Jenas immediately responded, "No, sir. ”

"Yesterday the three of us were maintaining the windsurfing board and didn't have time to communicate with anyone else."

"What about you, Biske?" Sirius looked at the three technicians again.

"We?" The leader Biske said tiredly, "Craig shared what they saw after returning from the island. We."

None of you are stupid.

Instead, they are all the most elite wizards of the Federation.

Sirius' casual tapping made them understand everything.

"You're saying that amnesia is based on those memories?" Mr. Bisque's eyes widened and everything cleared up in an instant, and only the three Janas didn't share the memories of the townspeople on the Camelot, so they weren't affected - so it was!

Everyone else reacted.

"Merlin's beard!"

"What kind of attack is this? Unprecedented, unheard of. ”

"It's unbelievable that there is such strange magic in the world?"

On the one hand, Miss Zhang was strangling the black qi above the heads of those wizards, and gradually everyone came back to life.

"Thanks—" Winston began.

His thoughts were quick again, and his body was warm, it was the potion he had drunk that was working—no amount of pick-me-up he had drunk before.

"Be polite to me!" Zhang Xiaolin smiled slightly, and then waved the folding fan again.

After a few minutes, everyone present was 'purified'.

There was silence in the conference room for a moment.

Although the exhaustion subsides, the spirit does not rebound immediately, and it takes time to recover.

After a short silence.

Sirius finally spoke.

He leaned forward, his hands crossed on the table.

Said coldly: "So now, what should we do with this town?" ”

"Do you have any ideas? Miss Zhang? ”

His eyes fell on Zhang Xiaolin's body, and after confirming the guess in his heart, this town is self-evidently inextricably linked to the outer gods, perhaps those people are all believers in the outer gods, and they are members of the so-called gods.

Since this is the case, he naturally has no worries.

Treat your enemies like a storm in the Arctic and destroy them completely!

"Me?" Miss Zhang raised her eyebrows, and then said cruelly: "I-I'm kind-hearted." ”

"Why don't you burn this island to ashes!"

——————

The Camelot's dome opens again.

The next moment, countless 'poof' sounds rang out.

The wizards apparitions left the deck and reappeared, they were already in the middle of the town.

It's getting dark, and it's time for the church to be lit up again.

As before, the townspeople gathered in the church.

Sirius organized the manpower.

The wands held by the black-robed wizards seemed to drop white silk, and a huge curtain slowly fell, enveloping the entire church.

It's a curtain of multiple ultimate protection spells coming together, and when used in reverse, it's the best prison ever.

Zhang Xiaolin took the lead, and she was full of anger in her heart.

It's still that church.

At the guest of honor, Mr. Bishop was still holding his ancient scriptures in his hands and praying, and his believers were like marionettes, sitting on the benches and listening quietly to the church, even if the church was useless, the puppets only needed to be controlled by the strings, and the words of the tongue were just stories told to themselves.

Miss Zhang held a folding fan in her hand, and walked by the crowd as lightly as a willow leaf falling into the lake.

Now she came to Mr. Bishop.

"Hey—hello!" The girl said through gritted teeth.

And the man in front of her was still reciting an ancient eulogy, and the rhythmic words were like notes on the strings, with a wonderful rhythm.

Seeing that the other party didn't pay attention to herself, Miss Zhang didn't bother to talk nonsense.

Her other hand was placed on Mr. Bishop's shoulder.

"Emperor Yan—"

In an instant, a flaming tornado emerged from the ground and devoured it directly.

The flames were like swimming dragons, directly igniting the entire church, and a large hole was burned in the ceiling, and the wooden floor under the feet of the two men also penetrated in an instant, and the heat scorched the earth, painting red on the brown soil.

After a few breaths, Miss Zhang withdrew her hand.

"Bang!"

On the ceiling, burnt wood fell to the ground.

Miss Zhang, who had a sneer on her cheeks, stared coldly at the coke in front of her.

He could barely make out a little bit of a human form, but if you insisted that he was a human being, you would be messing around.

"Lynn!" Mr. Winston rushed over, he stared at Zhang Xiaolin with some anger, "He's still useful, we need to pry some information out of his mouth, how did you kill him-"

"Your worries are unnecessary." Miss Zhang said, and then glanced at the pool of coke.

As if to confirm her words.

The charred body, which was so black that no human figure could be seen, suddenly made a crisp disintegration sound, like ice about to melt slowly crumbling, a little black charcoal fell to the ground, revealing the skin intact, and then more and more coke collapsed, and the bishop came back to life, and the new body was even younger than the previous one

"Cut, even the clothes have been repaired." Miss Zhang complained inexplicably.

Behind him, Mr. Basil's eyelids jumped when he heard the sound, and his face was a little resentful, and he really didn't know what the girl in front of him was full of.

"Alright, Miss Ben will just say a word, take us to the mound, and open it."

After she escaped that day, she fell asleep in the church she had agreed with Basil. When she woke up, she wanted to explore the mound again, but when she arrived, she couldn't find the door made of vines.

On second thought, it may have to be opened by special means – for example, in an ancient language that I didn't understand at all.

"Okay." Unexpectedly, Mr. Bishop agreed.

Smiling, he turned and walked out of the back wall of the church that had been burned through the flames.

"So easy to talk to?" Miss Zhang was a little surprised, she raised her eyebrows in disbelief, "I thought I was going to use some means." ”

"But—" she whispered to the two beside her, "this guy must be holding back and preparing for a conspiracy, so we have to be careful." ”

"Hah—I can't imagine that one day, be careful, this word can come out of your mouth." Winston teased. "I thought you had deleted the word from the dictionary after three days of angry scolding the shamans."

"Looking for a fight, aren't you?" Miss Zhang glared back at him. "The little shaman dares to curse us, what's wrong with me scolding them?"

"How many words are that?"

"And—didn't you kick someone's table first?"

"I kicked them at the table? Cooking is so unpalatable, I just state the facts, and a few old things will put on a face for me, and I am used to it, that is, I am not beaten. The girl didn't give up.

"We are guests, guests are at their disposal. And it's raining heavily in the middle of the night, so it's good that people can give us stuttering, and you still pick and choose. ”

"Which side are you on?"

"Me? If I hadn't been chased hundreds of kilometers later, cursed, almost exhausted, and broken one of my wands, I would have been on your side. Speaking of which—the wand I broke off—can you pay the reparations? ”

"I think you're itching." Miss Zhang raised her foot irritable and was about to kick him.

However, this was deftly dodged by Winston.

Mr. Basil was on the sidelines, smiling and not speaking.

When the amnesia is lifted, the happy memories of the past come flooding in, and everyone relaxes.

The wizard who cast the curtain tore a corner for them. Sirius had some wizards continue to surround the area, and the townspeople, while looking fine, knew if they were disguised by a group of dead people.

He himself, along with several other wizards, walked towards the distant hills along with the trio of South American refugees.

The road is not long, and the surrounding scenery does not attract much attention. While it seems that the island doesn't have anything to put them in danger after solving the amnesia, only Sirius knows that as long as there are outer gods involved, then nothing will be easy.

About ten minutes later, the group came to a hill.

Before Miss Chang could give the order, Mr. Bishop began to recite the prayer, and as he had seen that night, the green grass on the earth suddenly began to grow rapidly, and it was pulled out of the ground like vines.

Then they hooked up with each other at great speed to form a door.

"It's weird." Winston said with a little surprise on the side.

He didn't feel any magic fluctuations just now.

Mr. Bishop, though he is immortal, is always a Muggle, how did he manage to trigger the magic mechanism here?

Despite his infinite curiosity, Mr. Winston did not speak now.

"It's very strange - Lynn, you found it yesterday?" Mr. Basil said.

"Well—but it's been a bit of a struggle." Miss Zhang said flatly, recalling the hardships and dangers encountered here yesterday.

She was too careless, otherwise she wouldn't be so embarrassed.

The crowd gathered around the vine-made door, and it seemed to have life, swaying gently in the breeze, emitting a faint scent of grass, and Mr. Bishop knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened, and the Mr. Thorn appeared in front of everyone.

Zhang Xiaolin was not surprised that this group of unknown creatures came back to life.

Although last night she almost chopped it into a puree, and burned it clean. But if Mr. Bishop can be resurrected, then it is not surprising that Mr. Thorn can also be resurrected.

The crowd drew their wands.

His eyes burned at the vine door.

"Don't rush in." Miss Zhang hurriedly grabbed Mr. Basil, who was about to move, and also stopped Sirius.

"That thorny man is amazing." She said.

Then he waved the folding fan and threw out a large ball of clear water, and the water floated out, wrapping the burly man in front of the door in the blink of an eye.

"Multiple Freezes!"

With the experience of the past, since the water prison can't lock him up, it will freeze up.

"It's all petrified!"

The cold air instantly froze the water prison, and Miss Zhang felt unsafe, so she immediately threw out a petrification spell again.

Then she looked up at the prison like a blue jewel, and she still felt a little scared - the hand that grabbed her neck last night left some psychological shadows on her.

"Winston, can you find a way to lock him up completely?" She skimmed to the fat wizard beside her.

"Locked up?" Winston nodded, and quickly pulled out a palm-sized box from his waist pocket.

Each of the six sides of the box is inlaid with a gemstone and intricate ancient runi carvings on it.

He opened the box and threw it over.

The box made of unknown materials cut a graceful arc in the air, and then suspended above the 'sapphire', and then suddenly a huge attraction came from the box, like opening a bloody mouth, and swallowing the gem in an instant.

Winston flicked his wand, and the box that had fallen to the ground returned to his hand.

"So?" He said with some smugness.

"Well-I can't see it, you've grown a lot in the past few years." Miss Zhang jokingly said, "Unlike some people, who are addicted to the red tape of the federation, they must not have grown at all." ”

Winston smiled and didn't retort.

He knew that the "certain people" in Zhang Xiaolin's mouth meant Mr. Basil, and Mr. Basil just scratched his head, looking indifferent. This kind of teasing between them has become a habit for them, which not only increases the fun of the journey, but also relieves the tense atmosphere.

"Can we go in now?" Mr. Basil quickly changed the subject.

"I guess it's fine." Miss Zhang's brows furrowed slightly, and her gaze wandered among the crowd.

She couldn't make up her mind—the experience of the previous night had made her aware of the dangers of this place, and she hadn't gone any further, and she didn't know what the dangers lay ahead.

She didn't want to see anyone hurt here.

"Alright, you follow me." Sirius stepped forward and said in an unquestioning tone.

Without giving the others much time to think, he drew his wand and headed for the vine door.

As soon as he stepped on it, it was as if he had arrived in some plant kingdom.

In front of me was a dimly lit corridor, the walls, ceiling, and floor were all made of vines, and small white flowers protruding from the gaps emitted a faint light.

Sporadic light, like fireflies in the night, does not illuminate the hallway.

"Ultimate fluorescent flicker." He whispered.

A white glow erupted from the tip of the wand and followed within ten feet of him.

Then everyone else followed.

Step into this strange world of vines one by one.

(End of chapter)