Seeing Snow in front of him, gasping for breath and still looking unwilling, Ron knew that he, like Herman, had met a certain being.

It was under the manipulation of that existence that he became the host of the black beast.

It's just that compared to Herman, who had almost completely lost his mind in the third stage, this guy's sanity has been preserved to the fullest, and it hasn't disappeared even now.

Ron admired this guy's will a little, and he didn't know what kind of strength it was, which had always supported him and kept him from collapsing.

Perhaps, just hatred for herself and Serafina?

Just the desire to see yourself die?

Hatred, as expected, is a very terrible force.

Snow's kidnapping of Serafina's father should have also been arranged by that mysterious person, and the purpose was to forcibly stay here when the Great Sage Christian left.

If he didn't care about Serafina's feelings at all, that guy should have other plans.

"Who is he?" Ron took a breath and asked in a deep voice.

Snowch laughed loudly, he wouldn't speak, he just stared at Ron quietly, and then yelled and pounced on Ron.

Bang......

The ironwood staff slammed into Snow's head.

Snow's body fell to the ground, his head completely shattered, and viscous liquid splattered everywhere, and then Ron smashed Snow's chest before stopping.

Those who don't deserve to live, will die!

Ron's eyes shrank slightly.

What is someone who shouldn't live? Is it a life destined to die in the world line?

Is it Ron, who should have died a month ago, just after the crossing?

Is it Gerrard, who should be destroyed along with Larnaca City?

Serafina, who fought to the last moment to protect the people of Larnaca?

Still is...... Cecilia, who fell into madness because she was corrupted by evil gods, and was finally cleaned up by the church?

Snow's voice was still echoing in Ron's mind, and he glanced at Serafina not far away, Ron had already made a decision in his heart, and he walked towards Serafina and the Marquis of York.

This marquis, probably the first time in his life that he had experienced such a thing, although he was out of danger, his face was still full of shock, and there was not a trace of blood on his lips that were constantly trembling.

"Serafina, you can take the Marquis home first."

"I'll take care of the rest." Ron said quietly: "If you go to inspect the outside of the city after the things are arranged over there, I am worried that there may be trouble outside the city." ”

Serafina looked at Ron silently, then nodded.

Ron, as for him, turned around and ran straight in the direction of Morol Church.

Serafina can't be allowed to go to church.

……

The other side.

Virgil, with a large number of members, appeared at the gates of the Cathedral of Morol.

Before he had even stepped into the church, he just looked at the closed door, and an indescribable sense of evil made Virgil's heart tremble.

The indescribable fear gave Virgil goosebumps.

He quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then pushed the church door open with both hands.

Call......

A strong smell of blood came to my face.

Blood!

Blood!

Blood!

The once quaint and holy Cathedral of Morol has now turned completely scarlet, and the floor and walls seem to have been painted with blood.

The scarlet on everyone's face changed, no one knew what was going on in Morol Cathedral, why there was such thick blood, and where were the rest of the church?

The goddess is above, is this hell?

Indescribable fear filled everyone's chest.

Beside her, Irelia opened the magic book, accompanied by a soft chant, and circles of light spread out all around.

Where the dawn shines!

Removes the fear of allied units in a large area around it, increasing the physical recovery of all allied units by 10% and mana recovery by 10%!

Immediately afterward, the second chant sounded.

Wind favors, increasing the agility of allied units in a large area by 30%.

The third, fourth, fifth......

The soft chant, like the murmur of a goddess, echoed in the ears of every priest, dispelling the fear that had been suppressed in the hearts of the priests, and although the blood in front of them was still terrifying, at least they were able to raise their courage.

Taking a deep breath, Virgil stepped in front of the curve, stepping into the scarlet courtyard.

The feeling of adhesion under his feet made Virgil extremely uncomfortable.

Just looking at this kind of bloodstain, without the deaths of hundreds or thousands of people, it is impossible to create this kind of picture, but ...... What about corpses?

There was viscous plasma everywhere, but not a single corpse could be found!

There were hundreds of people behind him, but the entire scene was a devastating silence, and there was hardly any movement heard except for the sound of everyone gasping.

Resisting the tingling of his scalp and the smell of hairiness all over his body, Virgil continued to walk forward, and at the door leading to the Sanctuary, he suddenly saw a figure.

It was a priest.

Virgil swallowed and sped up.

Grabbing the magic book in one hand, he walked towards the priest who had fallen to the ground motionless.

The distance grew closer, and at last, Virgil walked up to the priest, unable to feel his breath or heartbeat, as if he had died.

Frowning, Virgil opened the priest's body, and what he saw was a large hole in his chest, and the heart was gone, and the wound was extremely rough, like a sharp claw reaching into it, forcibly plucking it out.

Rao is Virgil has been accustomed to all kinds of terrifying and bloody scenes, and when he was caught off guard, his heart was also chuckled.

Rise!

At this moment, the corpse of the priest on the ground suddenly opened its gray eyes, opened its mouth full of blood, and pounced on Virgil.

The sudden movement startled Fergil, and his body instinctively retreated, and at the same time, his raised right hand was ready to smash the magic through.

However, the distance is just too close.

Seeing that dirty teeth were about to bite Virgil's body, a magic wand suddenly flew from behind.

Poof.

The wand struck the head of the priest whose heart had been gouged out with precision, and his entire head was instantly shattered.

The corpse that had lost its head waved its hands in mid-air twice, and finally drooped to the ground in a limp of weakness.

Virgil gasped for breath and climbed up from the ground, only to find that he was completely drenched in sweat.

A short, cricket figure walked by, pulling the staff back from the ground.

"Archbishop Gerald......"

That's right, it's Archbishop Gerald.

Gerald was supposed to take someone to clean up the stumps outside and inspect the black beasts that might escape, but after Ron, Virgil and the others left, the more Gerald thought about it, the more he felt that the situation was wrong, and immediately chased after him from behind.

"You don't want me here because I'm going to die here, right?" Gerald said quietly.

It was obvious that he was talking about something very terrible, but the archbishop's voice was very steady, and he hardly felt too many emotional fluctuations.

"That's kind...... However, the lives of your young people are much more precious than my old bones. ”

As if to speak to Virgil, and as if he were just muttering to himself, Gerald's gaze looked at the sanctuary and the inner courtyard within, and in it, he could feel something strange and familiar.

It's like the giant toad I once encountered, but it's obviously different.

"Be careful, a lot of people have died here, but not even corpses, not even soul residues......" Lydia's figure also walked up from behind, her little face was slightly pale, and only one of the necromantic knights had been summoned by Lydia.

As an undead witch, Lydia is extremely sensitive to the fluctuations of her soul...... It is said that in this kind of place full of plasma, it is not an exaggeration for the soul group demons to dance wildly.

But in reality, there is nothing.

Gerald took a breath and exhaled it slowly, he just grabbed the magic wand in his hand and held it high:

"For the glory of the Goddess of Dawn!"

"For the glory of the Goddess of Dawn!"

With the sound of shouting, the crowd rushed forward.

The deep and narrow corridor was also covered in blood, as if it had just rained heavily, and no matter where you walked, you could hear the sound of clicking.

Gerald's goal was the Templar.

The church is the holiest place in the church, but at this moment, the closer you get to the church, the more you can feel the kind of evil that makes your scalp tingle.

Finally, the long road came to an end.

The front suddenly opened up.

And the sanctuary, which was supposed to appear at the end, disappeared.

There was nothing but a pile of ruins on the ground, and even the extremely beautifully carved statue of the goddess of dawn collapsed to the ground at will, and the idol split in the middle and split into two halves.

It's like a crushed faith.

In place of the Sanctuary, a large tree appeared on the ruins.

A never-before-seen, eerie tree, or rather, a treeman.

On her upper body, she could barely make out some traces of humanity, but her legs had completely turned into densely twisted roots, rooted in the ground.

The position of the trunk, an abnormal bulge, resembles the belly of a pregnant October.

The outstretched arms turned into two thick branches, and the thick hair turned into vines and branches.

Shadows, drifting with the wind.

With an indescribable mood, the gaze slowly raised, and when they saw the moment they saw the air, almost everyone felt the most violent impact on their hearts.

In mid-air, what is that......

Corpses hung in the sky, swaying like wind chimes.

Their heads were hung down, their chests were full of broken holes, their hearts were missing, and viscous blood was slowly dripping down their chests.

The fifth chapter is sent, and today's update is done.

(End of chapter)