Locke Dorjee and Xiu Mass glanced at each other, and both of them had an expression of disbelief in their eyes, but it was this common expression that made him believe that everything he saw at the moment was true.

Half an hour earlier, they had left the obelisk, for it had been too long since they had agreed with Lyon, and it was too dangerous to linger in that little square.

Locke Dorjee's intuition and curiosity about the Mass led them to choose the direction with the animal totem relief. That's Hugh Grant's territory.

Unlike Huang Zifang's eastern part, Hugh Grant was obviously more in crisis, and his part was filled with more black-robed monks, and after the morning class, he began to concentrate on another building, as if preparing for some big event. The building was low and ordinary, it looked like a small chapel, but one after another monks walked in and didn't see anyone come out, as if it was a magical space inside, which could be enlarged infinitely, which made the two mercenaries immediately determine that it was just a camouflage entrance, and the small chapel must be able to lead to a larger space, and the place that needed to be camouflaged was often the most important place.

Locke Dorjee decisively attacked a lone monk around a corner, and wrapped his black robe around himself, and after seeing the monk's skeletal face, he felt that he had just killed a dead man again, and the monk had not even shed a drop of blood after being pierced by the red black thorns.

Xiu Mass was the most qualified thief, and it wasn't long before he got a robe by his own means, and the two men merged into the black crowd without a trace, and followed the silent monks into the inconspicuous building.

In the middle of the chapel there was a cellar-like entrance, and Locke Dorjee and the monk hid their faces deep in the hat of the monk's uniform, and followed the monks' steps, following the narrow stone steps.

Then came the hardest part, a rudimentary tunnel beneath the cellar, diagonally deeper into the ground, and dark. The two men had to huddle together to prevent them from getting separated, but it was easy for them to find each other's shoulders, as the other monks around them had a much lower body temperature than them.

After walking for about five minutes, it suddenly became clear in front of him, a wide arc-shaped passage led straight into the distance, Locke Dorjee could not observe more details of this passage, he had to hide his traces with his head half-bowed, looking around was too obvious, and the people around him seemed to be hypnotized, walking silently with their heads bowed,

"Do you think it's wise to follow them, the person we're looking for shouldn't be here" Xiu Mass couldn't help but send brainwaves, although Leon repeatedly warned them that this place had strange surveillance methods, so it was easy not to use them.

"It's too late now," Locke Dorge replied quickly, and Xiu Mass looked up and saw an open stone door through the folds of his hat.

Then, the two couldn't help but look at each other, just as Leon had just seen the place, in disbelief.

Unlike Lyon, what they saw was even more magnificent, the huge column in the center of the square was not an ordinary stone column, but had a smooth and transparent appearance, like a fish tank filled with large crystals, exuding brilliant colors from top to bottom, and the top was integrated with the colorful air mass in mid-air.

Locke Dorjee and Xiu Mass did not communicate more, but quickened their pace and walked towards the square, there seemed to be some blurry images inside the transparent pillars, too far away for them to see clearly.

However, just as the two of them walked more than a hundred meters away from the pillar, there was a crisp jingle in the square, and the sound was so familiar that Locke Dorjee immediately stopped, and at the same time, the surrounding monks also stopped their movements as if they had been recited a petrification spell. The square became quieter, even the sound of clothes rubbing as he walked disappeared, but there was a restless mood brewing in the air, and everyone seemed to be waiting for something. Locke Dorjee looked into the distance through the gap in his hat and saw countless monks standing in the square, I don't know if it was an illusion or under the influence of those colored light clusters, he felt that there were tens of thousands of people standing here.

"Let us pray for him to complete this sacred ceremony......" Hugh Grant's voice rang out abruptly, echoing in the distance in this huge and empty square, and Lockdorge immediately found the owner of the voice, the tall figure standing under the pillar, and he was accompanied by a group of people, dressed in the same robes as monks, but carrying a large dark red cross like rust in front of him. What's weird is that they also carry a long box on their shoulders, which looks like a coffin from a distance.

Hugh Grant stood in this eccentric atmosphere and continued to pray calmly and gracefully: "Thank God for allowing us to be guided by the Tower of Time to be gathered here and become the makers of history, and thank God for giving us another chance to undo the foolish wrongs of mankind......"

"What is he talking about?" Xiu Mass couldn't help but ask with brain waves,

"Calm your guilt," Locke replied coldly, and he saw another group of people walking over with a woman, the figure of which he was all too familiar with, it was Lolita, and it was obvious that the coffin-like thing was for her.

Looking at the box more closely, he remembered a sight that made his heart beat faster, it was seen in an underwater pyramid before they left Squid Island, and it seemed to be full of such boxes, like a morgue, except that the coffins were empty.

Locke Dorjee was certain at this moment that Hugh Grant had some kind of connection with the ashes of war, whether it was the carving of the beast pattern totem or the box in front of him, which closely connected the bishop with the ashes that had killed countless people.

As the ceremony continued, Lolita fell silently to her knees in front of Hugh Grant without the slightest sign of resistance or struggle.

"My dear, you have to remember your mission, this is not a condition for your survival, but your destiny, your destiny is to go there and make changes, your wisdom and your beauty are the most powerful weapons, we will pray for you" Hugh Grant said in a low voice, as if she was talking to her dearest family, but Lolita, who was kneeling there, began to tremble, the rusty red cover on her body could not hide her fear, she was really afraid.

Hugh Grant's face stiffened slightly, he waved his hand silently, and the two monks stepped forward and took off Lolita's cover, revealing a beautiful young body, she knelt naked, her hair had been shaved, and her blue scalp reflected the cold light, and continued to tremble.

Locke Dorjee somehow began to feel a heartache, it was his sister, his own sister, kneeling on the cold stone, exposed to countless indifferent gazes, and was about to fall victim to some ritual, although he hated this cunning and cruel woman, but she was his sister, and they had the same blood in their bodies.

As if driven by some kind of force in the underworld, Locke Dorjee walked forward silently, and when Xiu Mass found it, he only had time to grab a trace of the corner of his clothes,

"What are you going to do!" asked Xiu Mass in a panic,

"At least, it wasn't someone else who killed her," Locke Dorjee walked forward firmly, passing through the stiff monks, and it was extremely eye-catching.

Hugh Grant obviously noticed the movement here, and he silently looked up at Locke Dorjee who was walking towards the altar, still smiling,

"Look, your relatives have come to see you off, it's God's will," he said to Lolita when he saw Lockdorjee's angry and tangled face. However, without waiting for Locke Dorjee to get closer, he motioned to the crucifixion,

"The ceremony can begin"

At the same time that Lok Dorjee hurried towards the altar, Lolita was grabbed from the ground by the monks, and like the hunters of primitive tribes lifted their prey, Lolita was held high in the air and walked towards the box.

"Stop!" Lockdorjee began to run, but the dense line of monks blocked his steps, and he had to push the skeletons on the left and right, and marched with difficulty, but the so-called ritual went too fast, and Lockdorjee watched as the Cross monks stuffed Lolita into the box.

As he approached the altar, the monks on either side suddenly moved to seize him, and Hugh Grant's soft voice sounded again:

"It is a great honor for you to have the opportunity to see this sacred ceremony, and you should be proud of your family, who have been chosen as God's apostles to contribute to history, and may tell you that Lolita will join your father Kanai to become a war ......doctor in 1940 A.D."

"What are you talking about, what are you talking about" Locke Dorge's mind was in a mess, and he only felt his eyes sour, and a wet mist began to rise, "Give her back to me" He said in a choked voice, and Hugh Grant said with a cold gaze:

"Let's get started"

The Crucifixion lifted the lolita box and walked towards the transparent pillar, which still glowed mysteriously, and in a dazzling light, slowly sent the box into the column,

"No!" Locke Dorjee cried out frantically, he broke free from the powerful monks, the black robe on his body was torn and cracked, and the red black thorns on his legs instantly bounced into the palm of his hand, he no longer knew what he was doing, and he shot a red bullet without thinking.

Locke Dorjee's speed was too fast, the two big guns had become a part of his body, and it had become a knee-jerk reaction of his body to draw a gun and shoot, and no one could stop him at such a speed, so the red bullet swirled, with reluctance, with regret, and shot towards the colored cylinder.

A loud bang echoed, a kind of spatial shattering hiss was fleeting, everyone seemed to be stunned by this change, no one made any more movements, only Xiu Mass ran over like crazy, he didn't know what was going on, in fact, everyone didn't know what was going to happen.

"What did you do, you bastard!" Hugh Grant cursed, but ran to the column, he nervously watched as the box was still slowly sucked in by the column, but the slightest spatial fragmentation seemed to cause a lot of distortion, and the bishop stared at the intense light despite the sourness of his eyes, until the box and the bright light disappeared at the same time. After observing for a long time, he silently turned around, looked at Mu Ran's Locke Dorjee and said:

"I think you can go and check the name Cleo Petola, she was twisted to 55 BC, maybe that era would be more suitable for her" Hugh Grant suddenly laughed,

"The Queen of the Nile?

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