Daughter?

Duke Morton's face froze, and some bad legends about the priests involuntarily came to his mind.

"Ah, Duke Morton, I'm sure you must have misunderstood something." Simpson smiled slightly, "We've been following your daughter for a long time, and she's a highly adaptable carrier."

High-fit carriers?

Simpson didn't hide anything, and stood up gracefully: "Guys, I'll take you to a place, please come with me."

As he spoke, Simpson turned and walked to the back of the Sanctuary, where there was a secret passageway.

The four of Prislett and Morton looked at each other, and after a brief hesitation, they still followed behind Simpson, circling all the way down the secret passage.

The inside of the secret passage does not look dim, the magic stones inlaid on both sides can provide a soft light, even brighter than the inside of the sanctuary, and the secret passage is very spacious, even if the two of them walk side by side, it will not feel crowded at all.

They know that they are about to see the secrets of the scorching sun and the ruling church, and sometimes it is not a good thing to know too many secrets, and it is likely to bring unwarranted disasters to themselves, but there is an inexplicable curiosity in their hearts that drives them to keep moving forward.

Under the reflection of the magic stone, you can feel a thick and miserable white mist in the air, and the further down the fog becomes, the thicker the fog becomes, and in some places it is even difficult for the light to penetrate.

The walls on either side are also painted with the coat of arms of the sun, as well as large expanses of strange distorted limbs.

Gradually, some indescribable voices began to be heard in my ears, like a hoarse cry of pain, and the four old men were obviously very strong, but they couldn't help but be frightened.

Finally, they descended to the bottom.

The ground looked tattered, and there were even signs of being burned by the fire.

As he moved step by step, Preslet suddenly saw a dark red lump under his feet, and his pupils dilated, it was blood!

It's not new, but it's not dry either, like someone dragged something covered in blood through not too long ago.

Obviously a ninth-order powerhouse, but Preslet felt a strange fear, as if there were countless fluffy bugs crawling behind his neck. His throat squirmed, but he didn't make a sound, and he didn't tell his companions what he was seeing.

Simpson didn't care about the anomalies on the ground, and led the way straight ahead.

A small door appeared in front of everyone, and the smile on Simpson's face intensified, and he reached out and pushed the door open.

The rich smell of blood came to the face.

Inside is suddenly wide.

As far as the eye can see, it looks like a small square.

There was also an altar in the middle of the square, and scarlet slime was flowing down the edge of the altar, falling to the ground drop by drop.

The high platform is covered with all kinds of twisted and weird lines.

Looking at it, the four of them trembled unconsciously, and there were more than a dozen or twenty corpses lying in a mess on the high platform.

All the corpses, the way of death is surprisingly similar.

Their heads had exploded by some mysterious force, their necks shattered, and blood gushed down where they had been broken.

The blood stains on the ground that I saw on the way here may have been left by dragging these corpses.

Just below the altar, there were dozens of young girls and teenagers with chains wrapped around their bodies, each of them pale and trembling, as if they knew what kind of end they were about to usher in.

On the altar was also a young man in a white robe, with a pair of glasses on his face, and he looked polite.

However, the action was rather rude, and he casually raised his foot and kicked a corpse on the ground to the side, vacating the very center of the altar. Look at the book

With a gesture of his hand, two clergymen led a young man to the center of the altar, and the boy was terrified, his mouth wide open as if he wanted to scream, but he couldn't make any sound.

His body had been suppressed by the occult arts, and he couldn't move at all.

Dressed in a white robe

The young man's face was even more indifferent, ignoring the young man's horror, and began to recite strange spells in his mouth, which even a powerhouse of the level of Preslet could not understand at all.

Call......

The wind was gusting in the secret room, and the smell of blood slapped on everyone's faces.

On the altar, the boy's body began to spasm.

He seemed to be in pain, in pain, in unbearable pain.

His hands gripped his face hard, his fingernails were stuffed with shredded flesh, and his face with his mouth wide open and screaming silently only made his scalp tingle.

The limbs were even a little twisted, and the clicking sound of the bones could be clearly heard in the ears because they were too twisted.

Just above the young man's head, there was a hazy and soft white light at some point, so dazzling that the light cast by the magic stones on the surrounding walls became gloomy and distorted.

An invisible force was gradually burrowing into the boy's body, and strange traces could be seen squirming under the skin.

Behind the boy, a phantage of two wings gradually emerged.

Angel?

Bridgelet was horrified.

At this moment, Simpson turned leisurely to face the four Preslets, his face was full of holy and gentle smiles, and he opened his arms, as if embracing some great being: "Everyone, have you heard of the angel coming......

Smack!

There was a strange sound behind him.

After all, the boy's body could not withstand the force of gradual expansion, and his head exploded.

The headless corpse lay on the altar, still twitching nervously.

The smile on Simpson's face suddenly fell, and his outstretched arms shrugged, "Damn, failed again."

Although the mysterious young man on the altar was accustomed to this situation, he still showed some chagrin, he waved his hand, called a group of priests to clean up the corpses on the altar, and muttered in a low voice, "Sure enough, it's better than that girl."

A hundred years ago, he once saw a girl with an explosive adaptability, who seemed to be called ...... Called Louise?

That's the girl he's ever met, and it's the most suitable girl to be the carrier of the advent angel.

He was extremely sure that if he used that girl as a carrier, he would not need to change his body for at least a few hundred years.

It's a pity that when he met the girl, the girl was still too young, and he wanted the girl to continue to grow up for a few years, but the girl died, and this incident became the biggest regret in his heart.

Seeing the stiff faces of the four Plislet, Simpson sighed helplessly, and his face was full of smiles again, and he briefly explained the concept of angel advent in a slightly exaggerated and seductive tone.

"Of course, I admit that even if we judge a relatively high degree of fitness, it is easy to fail, as you can see, the success rate is only about 1 in 70."

"Failure is death...... Ah no, it is to return to the bosom of the great eternal scorching sun, and to enjoy the warmth of the sun forever."

"Duke Morton, your daughter is a good carrier, and her fitness is twenty percent above average."

Duke Morton has a pale face, he only has one daughter, and he only has a heart and soul baby when he is sixty years old, and he has been spoiled since he was a child.

Now the probability of having your daughter come to Bo is 1 in 70?

What's the difference between that and sending his daughter to death directly?

"Guys, I think you should be well aware of one thing, the Burning Sun and the Church of Judgment have no reason to provide you with protection, and that demon was provoked by you, not us."

"It's a fair deal, you provide the carrier, we provide shelter, if you don't want to, then please leave the church now, and you won't be far away."

Duke Morton's face turned pale for a moment.

If you leave the church now, you may be approached by Roger's madman at any time.

Seeing that the threat was almost over, Simpson suddenly changed his tone, as if he were evil

The demon's whisper echoed in the ears of several people, "Everyone, think about it, this is a very good thing for you, isn't it?"

"You have worked hard all your life to have your current family business, are you willing to give it up like this?"

"I admit that the mortality rate of the angels is slightly higher."

"But if it succeeds, your daughter will become an angel, O angel of the scorching sun and the judgment of the church, how glorious is that?"

"There is an angel who will be able to hurt you and your family from now on?"

"What's more, your daughters and sons have become angels, and they are deeply bound to the scorching sun and the ruling church, no matter what happens, the church will support you behind your back, regardless of the cost."

"Don't say it's a duke, even if you want to become the king of Lowell, it's not an easy matter."

"Think about it, all you need to pay is a daughter, it's as simple as that...... Of course, I promise you that even if the angels fail, the Church of the Scorching Sun and the Judgment will still provide you with refuge."

Duke Morton's throat kept squirming, and after a full dozen seconds, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Simpson: "Okay, I agree."

"Wise decision."

Simpson nodded in approval, then looked at Plislet, "Your Excellency, your youngest daughter is also a good qualifier!"

"Ah, Lord Elliot, although you don't have any offspring on the surface, we know that you have an illegitimate child, and he is very adaptable."

Seeing that the faces of several old opponents were gloomy, pale, sometimes crazy and sometimes distorted, Wycliffe secretly rejoiced that he had always been a believer in the Church of the Scorching Sun and the Judgment, otherwise, his only remaining son would probably also ......

"By the way, Lord Wycliffe, I am grateful that you have donated more than a million gold pounds to the church, but this money is not enough for the church to provide you with all-round shelter, so, your little son......

Wycliffe's face instantly stiffened!

The other three were much more balanced in their hearts.

On the other hand, after Christina leaves, the second princess Elvia returns to Ballet's mansion, and the playful-looking princess brings what Roger wants.

"Mr. Roger, this is all the potions of the second, third, and fourth orders of the six major churches." Elvia placed a small box in front of Roger.

"There's also a vial of the Fifth Order Potion of the Sky and the Church of Immortality."

A sharp light flashed in Roger's eyes: "How much?"

The total is about 90,000 gold pounds...... Elvia wanted to say this, but after all, she didn't have the courage, and a pair of small hands quickly waved in front of her: "No, no, my brother said that you have done the royal family a great favor, this is a little bit of the royal family's heart, how can you collect money?"

"Well, then you're welcome."

Elvia is about to cry, don't be so polite, 90,000 gold list, that's 90,000, you can kill a lot of people if you change it into coins.

The second princess, who was super picky, barely grinned at the corner of her mouth: "It's okay, you don't have to care, ah, by the way, there is one more thing to tell you."

"Plislet, Morton, Wycliffe, and Elliott did not flee the kingdom, they entered the church of the Church of the Scorching Sun and the Judgment."

Roger's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the scorching sun and the ruling church ...... This place again!