The younger elves didn't know what was going to happen next, and they were still full of excitement and curiosity about being able to enter a building of this size as the main church of the Church of the Mother God of All Things, and their eyes were looking around.

But those pregnant women seemed to have vaguely guessed something, and their faces turned pale one by one, and their bodies couldn't stop trembling.

They wanted to get out of here, but the surrounding rows of black-masked figures blocked the area.

The breath in the air is oppressive.

A group of people lined up in a row.

They walked through the front yard of the Church of the Mother of All Things, and in the middle of that wide courtyard stood a stone statue...... It was a statue of the Mother Goddess of All Things, but it looked a little weird.

The originally carved exquisite stone statue, I don't know if it was because of the darkness, under the moonlight, it actually showed a strange black, like countless mildew on the surface of the stone statue, which was dirty and filthy at a glance.

On top of the mold, there seems to be some fluffy stuff swaying in the night breeze, more like green fluff.

It is obviously a goddess statue, but there is no sacredness and elegance at all, only gloomy and weird.

What made these elves even more creepy was that the goddess statue suddenly broke off at the position of the neck, and the upper half of the neck and head disappeared.

A cold wind blew, even the youngest elf, the body couldn't stop shivering, a bone-chilling chill swept through the body in an instant, and the skin was full of delicate small bumps.

Compared with the coldness of the body, the kind of coldness that penetrates through the heart and penetrates directly into the soul is even more unbearable for them.

In the midst of the gusts of wind, you can even hear a sharp voice crying in your ears, the voice is mournful, hazy, intermittent, and only makes people's scalp tingle.

With such a treacherous place, who would have thought that it would be the main church of one of the seven orthodox churches, even if it was the main altar of the cult, it would not be so gloomy.

After passing through the front yard, there is a deep corridor, and when you get there, the atmosphere changes again.

Originally, although it was gloomy, there was still a little moonlight, but now the moonlight was blocked by the corridor, leaving only the ceiling overhead and the walls on both sides of the inlaid stones, I don't know what the attributes of the magic stones, flashed with a cold and dark brown light, shadows and shadows, reflected on the faces, making the originally handsome faces of these elves become hideous.

It's been a long journey.

With each step forward, the gloom suppressed in everyone's heart will be a little thicker.

After half an hour, the group finally stopped.

What awaits them is not an altar, nor a cell, nor a secret room, but ...... A gate.

It was a door that I don't know how to describe, it was as black as ink, and the façade was carved with dense, indescribable patterns, obviously it was a darkness, but under the blessing of those patterns, the gate looked like a kaleidoscope of illusions, and in the middle of the illusion was a dark and deep whirlpool, and all kinds of bizarre illusion fragments were slowly but never stopping to dissolve in this dark whirlpool.

It's like chaos that engulfs everything.

Around the whirlpool, countless dense, black lines stretched out, like some kind of indescribable claws.

The huge whirlpool is like a living heart, it expands, contracts, and sways.

It's really hard to describe that kind of image in words.

However, that kind of breath clearly penetrated into the soul of every living being.

Is that...... Desecrate.

It is the ultimate evil.

Just smelling that kind of breath even made the elves' abdomen constantly squirm violently and roll, as if they might spit out at any time.

The door suddenly opened.

The figures with strange masks on their faces and rags on their bodies were writhing their limbs like poisonous snakes like lost bones, these were elves, some of them were dancing their hands at will, and their mouths were letting out inexplicable howls.

Some elves, with flutes made of white bones in their hands, play hoarse music.

There are even some elves, armed with twin hammers, beating a violent drum.

No one can describe the atmosphere of the scene in front of this dark door at this moment.

Crazy, evil.

Even the youngest elves could feel the strangeness of the atmosphere in front of them at this moment, their faces pale and their bodies trembling.

Immediately after, the hoarse sound of the flute and the violent drum beat began to pour into their ears, and these sounds converged and gradually evolved into some kind of frenzied music, and in a short time, their sanity was destroyed.

Bitter howls, excited laughter, desperate wails.

All sorts of sounds and agitated music began to play out in front of the gate, and bodies crawled on the ground like humble worms, struggling, squirming, and screaming.

Wisps of gray-black mist gradually diffused from above these figures, and then were absorbed by the vortex on the door.

And the vortex seems to be replenished with more energy and energy, and the frequency of expansion and contraction becomes faster.

Here, all living beings are in a state of madness.

Even the tall figure at the back was no exception.

Hepferson's eyes shone green, like a hungry wolf waiting to hunt.

He grinned as if he were in a bloody mouth, his scarlet tongue swept across his pale lips, his heart beating violently, and he had a hunch that it would not be too late.

It's just that Hepfersen, who was in the excitement, didn't notice that on the surface of his body, indescribable dark brown tentacles had quietly grown out from the back of his body, like crawling with poisonous snakes, slowly wriggling.

……

The other side.

Granville territory.

Barren mountains and mountains.

After talking to Ron for a long time, Mirabelle ate a little, although she had been in a coma for seven days and seven nights, she was too tired for more than two hundred days, and her body was still very weak, and she soon fell asleep in Ron's arms.

Holding a soft body in his arms was supposed to be a pleasure, but now for Ron, it was pure torture.

There was no way, even if Ron was a beast, he wouldn't toss Mirabelle when she was very weak.

Looking down at the woman in his arms sleeping so soundly, Ron's mood was a little unhappy, he raised his hand and slapped Mirabelle on the buttocks, and muttered in a low voice: Sooner or later, one day I will clean you up.

It's a pity that now it's just taking advantage of the mouth, and you can't do anything after all.

This time he was eaten to death by Mirabel, holding such an elf in his arms, he really couldn't sleep, looked up at the sky, and estimated that in another four or five days, he should be able to enter the territory of the Sibang Sect.

Let's go overnight.

Ron sighed, and his body drifted into the air.

A white shield enveloped Ron and Mirabele's bodies from the slightest cold wind.

Ron, who was flying towards the Spont Sect, didn't notice the elf in his arms, and two red clouds floated silently on his white and tender face!

……

Spell Sect Nation.

Intramuros.

Palace.

King Barumunge. Douglas is receiving a special guest.

In fact, if you really want to count it, the Douglas family is not the orthodox royal family of the Spanny Sect, and they have only controlled the royal power for 3,000 years.

Eight thousand years have passed since the fall of the Dusk Dynasty, and for the first five thousand years, another family has held the power of the Sibang Sect, but this family doesn't know why, and suddenly everyone ate their stomachs overnight, and then they died.

A kingdom shall not be without a king for a day.

As the most powerful nobleman at the time, the ancestors of the Douglas family finally ascended to the throne of the king after many resignations.

This is not a rebellion.

Nor is it an invasion by another country.

Therefore, the dragon clan did not intervene in this chaos of the Sibang Sect.

For the dragon clan, they don't really care who is in charge of the power of the Dusk Continent at all, as long as there are a lot of offerings every year, they don't care at all.

Ambition, everyone has it.

The conflict between royal power and divine power has always existed in the Dusk Continent, and the contradiction between royal power and aristocracy has never subsided, especially for the Douglas family, when they were able to sit in the position of king, it was also completed with the support of the nobility and the church, which also led to the fact that although the Douglas family became a royal family, they also had to cede a lot of interests to the aristocracy and the church.

In the initial chaos, he had to rely on the power of the nobility and the church to consolidate his authority, but after the authority was secured, no careerist would allow others to share too much of his interests and power.

The Douglas family had always wanted to establish the supremacy of the royal family, and they could allow the church and the nobility to exist, but the clergy and nobles could only kneel before the royal family and swear to submit, rather than share authority.

It is precisely because of this greed that on the surface, the royal family, the aristocracy, and the church continue to maintain relations through marriage, but behind the scenes, the Douglas family has been planning how to weaken each other's influence.

A thousand years ago, Douglas was closest to his goal.

At that time, there was a woman in the royal family who served as a saint in the church and was very influential.

At that time, eleven of the twenty-seven archbishops of the Church of the Heart of Nature were bought by the royal family.

And the pope at that time, also died suddenly for inexplicable reasons, that time, the royal family originally took advantage of this rare chaos, completely grasped the divine power in their hands, once the divine power, the royal power was controlled by the Douglas family, and it was easy to suppress the aristocracy.

Once successful, both the church and the nobility will become glamorous mascots, and the authority of the royal family will no longer be shaken.

But who would have thought that the Douglas family's plan would be ruined by the Marcelino family who suddenly appeared.

At that time, the Marcelino family did not have a great influence in the church, and the ancestor of the Marcelino family, although nominally the vice-pope, did not have much actual power, but this guy did not know where to get a testament left by the previous pope.

What are you kidding, the former pope died suddenly, where is the time to leave a legacy?

The Douglas family naturally questioned the authenticity of the edict.

However, what people didn't expect was the Church of the Heart of Nature, twenty-one of the twenty-seven archbishops were members of the ancestors of the Marcelino family, and even five of the eleven archbishops who were bribed by the royal family rebelled on the spot.

Seeing that it was impossible to control the power of the church, the Douglas family could only admit it.

Since then, for thousands of years, although everyone is harmonious on the surface, the Marcelino family has always been the biggest enemy of the royal family.

The goal of every king was to suppress the Marcelino family, which was passed down to Barumonge, and never changed.

Barumunge. Douglas.

The current king of the Spann Sect is ninety-eight years old and has been in power for thirty or forty years.

Although he is nearly a hundred years old, he looks like he is only in his thirties, and the years have not left too many traces on him.

His strength is also one of the strongest in the Sibang Sect, and he rarely encounters opponents.

It's just that Barumunge, who is always fierce on weekdays, seems to be a little sluggish at this moment.

There have been so many worries lately.

First, the plan of the Spont Church to invade Granville was inexplicably leaked, causing Granville to prepare in advance.

If that's all there is to it, Barumunger wouldn't be too worried, Granville is a bunch of wastes living on fertile land, and they don't have the slightest wildness in their souls, Barumunger believes that as long as the army of the Sbang Cult goes out, even if the opponent's army is ten times the number of his side, the warriors of the Northland can easily crush the opponent.

Although the Kingdom of Granville is rich, it has been busy with infighting, and according to the intelligence, the opposing army's army is not worth mentioning.

But who would have thought that Delores, the princess of Granville, suddenly rose, directly suppressed the nobles, plundered a lot of wealth, bought the hearts of the army, and in a short period of time, she had already entangled an army that was willing to die for the eldest princess.

What's even more exaggerated is that this Deloris even staged a coup d'état, directly ousting Holt 474 from power, completely controlling the authority of the kingdom, and at the same time reconciling with the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, and the power in his hands has increased unprecedentedly.

Although the fighting quality of these troops is already very poor, at the very least, the morale of the army is many times better than before.

In addition, Delores plundered the nobles, and had countless riches in her hands, and the weapons in the hands of those soldiers, the armor on their bodies, and the maces and animal skins on the side of the Spont Sect were not of the same grade at all.

The Cult launched a tentative assault on the border, with only a 1-2 casualty ratio.

Although the Sibang Sect still has the advantage in name, considering the numerical disparity between the two sides, the other side can completely drag the Sibang Sect into hell with several times the population.

In desperation, the Sibang Sect could only temporarily suppress the restlessness in his heart and wait for the opportunity.

But before the next chance to attack, the orc leader was actually ready to stab the Spong Sect from behind.

Eight thousand words, and there will be a chapter later, which should also be three thousand, or four thousand words

(End of chapter)