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A small amount of light source sheds a cone of light from a high place, illuminating a hazy circular platform in the dark space.

And around the circular platform, one after another dark coffins were arranged obliquely along the edge of the circle.

These coffins surround the platform one after another, like an upside-down cone, with the opening upwards, extending to the end of the darkness.

squeak—squeak—

Like an old door opening and closing, there are sharp and piercing chewing sounds in the dark night.

It seemed that in the depths of this silent darkness, something was gnawing at something.

And just between the rhythmic sounds of these gnawing sounds, an orange-gold light suddenly lit up on the platform.

Immediately afterwards, three figures covered with rays of light appeared on the platform, standing in the center surrounded by all the coffins.

With the appearance of these three rays of light, the whole world suddenly became quiet.

"This door-knocking stone body is really good, and it really came in directly. Is this the bottom floor of this heresy church?"

The thin man standing on the left glanced at the round platform with a radius of less than 50 meters under his feet, and then looked up at the group of coffins extending into the dark depths, "It doesn't look very good."

"These coffins are filled with the remains of spiritually advanced people,"

The scar-faced man standing on the right glanced at the endless coffins around him and said in a low voice, "The believers in Winter City alone cannot gather so many highly spiritual corpses. These heretical believers will most likely come from other places." Branch churches in the city also brought many corpses.”

"Have you built this city as your base camp?"

The skinny man sneered, "They haven't even taken control of the city yet, how stupid."

"What these heretics preach can easily make ordinary people believe that it is only a matter of time before they take control of the city,"

The man with the scar face lowered his head, "What's more, we don't have a city under our own control. Strictly speaking, if we hadn't developed for a longer time and have been passed down from the cataclysm era, our current strength is worse than that of these heretic believers. Bigger."

Hearing this sentence, the thin man's face darkened, "You also believe in these heretical nonsense? What is the kingdom of God after death that will never be hungry? They made the eternal kingdom of God that the world will eventually come means destruction and new life , distorted into this kind of fictional thing to satisfy desires, it is simply tarnishing the glory of eternal light."

His voice became louder and his anger became heavier, "These heretic believers should be killed."

"I'm just talking about things,"

The scar-faced man glanced at the skinny man, and added, "I won't hold back when I meet these heretics."

But obviously, his answer did not satisfy the skinny man.

The skinny man opened his mouth, waiting to question the scar-faced man again about his faith.

"Now is not the time to discuss this,"

The bespectacled man standing in the middle snorted coldly. He glanced at the stone in his hand that was emitting a little golden light and looked like human finger bones, and put it away.
"Rockaway went to find out the underlying weirdness of the problem, and he will be back soon. The gift of the ceremony will not last long. We must find the target before he returns,"

His eyes looked at the rows of coffins closest to them, "According to the information given by the leader, the target's corpse should be placed here, either in the first row or the second row. We will search separately. Be careful not to step into the dark. Places without light are very dangerous.

"If you don't find the first row, step on the first row of coffins to open the second row of coffins."

"understood,"

The thin man responded lazily. He raised his head and glanced at the densely packed coffin again, "These heretic believers are really willing to use the resentment of so many highly spiritual dead to build the church. No wonder this church is so weird."

"Less talk, more work."

The man with glasses glanced at him, and quickly walked towards the coffin closest to him.

The thin man waved his hands and walked to the other side, while the scar-faced man walked to the remaining side.

These dark coffins are suspended in the air, the upper fifth is a semicircle, and the lower four fifths are an upside-down slender trapezoid.

There are patterns of divergent rays of light painted on the coffin. These patterns are very beautifully painted, but under careful observation, it seems like strips of slender worms are desperately wriggling out from the coffin lid, densely packed.

"These heretics really like to do weird things."

The thin man glanced at the coffin in front of him, then took out a dagger, inserted it into the gap in the coffin lid, and raised it sharply.

At the moment of prying, he felt a strong suction coming from the coffin, as if the coffin lid was about to be sucked tightly, hindering his movements.

The coffin lid is an ordinary C-level one, so I'm afraid it can't even be opened.

A thought flashed in his mind, and the thin man raised his head vigorously, directly lifting the lid of the entire coffin.

And the moment the coffin lid was lifted, the suction force that sucked the coffin lid suddenly weakened, and the entire coffin lid opened to the left like a sliding door.

Lying in this coffin was a beautiful young girl wearing a long skirt with a pierced chest. She put her hands on her lower abdomen, her eyes were closed, and her face was serene.

"No."

The thin man shook his head, then turned and walked to the next coffin.

And the moment he left, the girl's closed eyes suddenly opened.

Her body instantly melted, turning into a pool of bright red blood, seeping from a corner of the coffin, and falling into the silent darkness.

The thin man was already opening the next coffin, and the three of them moved quickly, directly using a machete or a dagger to violently open the coffin to check the corpses inside.

Just after the three of them opened several coffins, thick blood stains surged in the darkness.

It slowly flowed out from the darkness, and after flowing onto the platform, it quickly divided into three parts and flowed behind the three of them.

Then the three pools of blood squirmed at the same time, forming three blood men with slender limbs.

The blood man raised his hand to touch the shoulders of the three of them.

A dense array of invisible blades emerged under the brilliance, aiming at the backs of the three of them, each blade shone with a little bit of cold light, and slowly pressed down along the blood man's raised hand with a terrifying power that was suppressed to the extreme. Down.

"die!"

Just at the moment when the blade was about to fall completely, the man with the scar turned around instantly, and cut off the blood man behind him with a icy cold light with the machete in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, he didn't stop, the blade was as fast as a streamer, and he cut out thousands of knives in the blink of an eye, cutting the slender blood man into pieces as thin as cicada's wings.

At the same time, the thin man not far from him raised his hand before the blood man's hand touched his shoulder, and the dagger in his hand cut the blood man's neck instantly.

Thick ice spread out along the blood man's neck, freezing the blood man in an instant, and then the ice cubes shattered and turned into pieces all over the place.

"cough-"

The man with glasses coughed lightly, and the bloody man stretching out his hand behind him instantly melted and turned back into a pool of blood.

All this happened extremely quickly, and in an instant, the wreckage of the three blood men fell to the ground, squirmed, and did not get up again.

"This is the so-called 'Blood Sly' who guards the bottom of the church, and every clone has a B-level combat power?"

The skinny looker took a look at the ice scum that was still melting and wriggling on the ground, and kicked it, "It's not that bad."

"We have sacrificed so many 'sacrifices', and now we have a gift, and our own strength has been increased to a relatively strong B-level level. We must be careful and guard against it. Do not let your guard down."

The man with the scar glanced at the blood he had cut out on the ground, and said in a low voice.

The thin man's face was slightly grim, but he didn't say anything.

"'Blood Cult' will not die. After it is seriously injured and disintegrated, it will have a 15-minute 'recovery' time, so act quickly."

The bespectacled man immediately walked to the next coffin without looking back.

The scarred man and the skinny man also immediately turned around and continued to open the coffin.

The three of them all had the gift booster at the moment, and they all moved very quickly. Before, they had to guard against 'blood treachery', but now they had no defense, and they did their best, and soon the coffins were forcibly opened one by one.

And the corpses in the coffin that was opened at the back did not turn into new blood monsters, and lay quietly in the coffin.

"found it!"

After most of the coffins in the first row were opened, the man with the scar yelled excitedly. In front of him was a coffin that had just been opened. Inside lay a burly man with a gentle face. young man.

He groped while groping around the man.

"Have you found anything?"

The man with glasses turned his head immediately and asked in a low voice.

"No," the scarred man's face became darker as he groped, "It seems that he didn't bring it with him, could he be at home?"

"impossible,"

The man with glasses walked quickly towards the man with the scar, "That kind of thing will affect the mentality of the holder, and the holder will subconsciously carry it with him. To seal it, you must have the secret method of the wizard in the era of cataclysm. It is impossible for anyone to understand it now." These things are gone.

"Especially with his level of fit, he can't resist the temptation of that thing."

"Will it be given to other people, such as his wife and children?"

The man with the scar groped around again, but still couldn't find it, and asked in a low voice.

"It takes a lot of perseverance for him to separate this thing, not to mention that he is an ordinary person, even if he can have the perseverance to give it away, but the information we got is that his wife and children are all dead..."

The face of the man with glasses became more and more serious. He glanced at the middle-aged man lying in the coffin, reached out and groped around, but couldn't find it.

"But there's really nothing left with him."

The scarred man said in a deep voice.

"Where's his wife? His wife is also an ordinary person with high spirituality, and the corpse should be here."

Man in glasses looks around.

"At this."

At this time, the thin man also opened a coffin. He stood in front of the coffin and looked back at the man with glasses.

Inside the coffin lay an intellectual woman with crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.

The thin man turned his head and glanced at the person in the coffin, "It's quite beautiful, with a good temperament."

"There is a problem with the intelligence, take both coffins, and we will leave here immediately."

The face of the man with glasses sank completely, and he took out the stone that resembled a finger bone again.

The thin man immediately closed the lid of the coffin, and forcefully dragged the suspended coffin from its position.

The scarred man on the other side also closed the coffin lid at the same time, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't drag the coffin down.

It seemed that a huge force had acted on the coffin, making the coffin as heavy as a mountain.

He raised his head and found a white hand protruding from the darkness, pressing on the coffin.

Those slender arms were like a big mountain, tightly pressing down on the coffin, preventing the scarred man from moving.

And behind the slender arms, a figure slowly walked out of the darkness.

The scarred man's complexion changed, and he immediately pulled out his scimitar and slashed at the figure.

His sword skills were very fast, like a phantom of light, so fast that his movements could hardly be caught in the void.

He relied on this kind of knife technique to slice the blood into countless pieces in an instant.

boom--

Two light-white fingers lifted slightly, gripping his blade, "Talent Sequence 121: Bandit, well mastered."

A gentle and peaceful voice sounded in the silent darkness.

The figure twisted his fingers and broke the sharp blade directly.

Then the next second, the broken and flying blade pierced the scarred man's throat.

"Hetero... heresy..."

Blood with orange brilliance spewed from the scarred man's throat wound, he struggled to lift half of the scimitar,

But the figure no longer looked at him, but walked past him, patted his shoulder lightly, and the golden light completely sank into his body along the fingertips of the figure, destroying his vitality.

The light on him gradually dimmed.

"You... why are you here!?"

The bespectacled man stared at the figure walking out of the darkness and raised the finger bones in his hand, but no matter how hard he pressed, the golden light on the finger bones did not move at all.

He looked up at the figure, "You closed this space?"

"No,"

The figure replied gently with a smile, "It's just blocking the abnormal path."

"This time it's all false information you gave on purpose?"

The face of the man with glasses sank like water, and he reached into the clothes room.

"I surrender,"

But before he could speak, the thin man beside him immediately put down the coffin in his hand, raised his hands, and looked at the figure,

"I have long wanted to join your secret sect. I have worshiped your teachings for a long time, but it was a pity that I met the wrong person at that time. I only regret that I didn't have a chance. Now that I have such a chance to choose, I choose to join the righteous side! Abandon the darkness and turn to the light!"

"you!"

The man in glasses looked at the skinny man angrily.

"Abandon the darkness and turn to the light?!"

The figure who came out of the darkness smiled and glanced at the thin man, "You are very good."

The skinny man smiled and heaved a sigh of relief.

But before he could react, he saw the figure lift his steps and appeared in front of him in an instant, then grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

"I...I surrender..."

The thin man stared blankly at the figure with his eyes wide open. A trace of ice spread from his neck to the figure's hands.

"Talent Sequence 75: Demon Warrior, um, your ability to solidify is quite good, you are a good seed,"

The figure smiled gently, "It's a pity that I don't have the duty to accept heretics."

He lightly shook off the icicles on his hands, and then slammed the thin man into the gap between the coffins, into the darkness where the light never shone.

The thin man struggled hard, trying to grab the coffin board beside him to prevent himself from falling completely into darkness.

But at this moment, from the depths of the darkness, hands covered with corpse spots grabbed his body, grabbed his shoulders, covered his glasses, and covered his mouth.

As he struggled, these hands grew more and more, and finally completely covered his body, pulling him into the silent darkness.

squeak—squeak—

There was a chewing sound in the darkness.

"You also put eyeliner around the leader?"

The man with glasses stared at the figure who turned around, his face darkened, "I'm the one who told you this time, I'm willing to bet and admit defeat,"

He slowly took out a white corona-shaped object with a vertical pointer from his clothes.

"Corona of Glory?"

The figure looked at the man with glasses and raised his eyes slightly.

"Is this what you want? You know that in order to break the shield of the main church, I will definitely bring it here."

The face of the man with the glasses turned completely cold, "Whether you can get it or not depends on your ability. I will hold you back, and I have an explanation to the leader."

The figure smiled and stared at the golden disc in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Bright light suddenly flickered in the pitch-black space.

Immediately afterwards, two figures as fast as phantoms jumped and collided between the coffins.

Streams of light and shadow suddenly flickered across the entire space, and the closed coffins continued to explode along with this flickering light, disappearing into the deepest darkness.

Wait until the light fades away.

"What kind of monster are you..."

The man with glasses stared wide-eyed, holding the corona in his hand, lying back with his body pierced by several golden spears, staring blankly at the figure in front of him.

The figure walked towards him step by step.

Boom—boom—boom—

At this moment, not far from the two of them, there was a light knocking sound from a coffin in the third row.

Immediately, in the dark silence, the tightly closed coffin lid was suddenly pushed open.

A blood-colored butterfly flew out of the dark coffin, spread its wings, and landed on the top of the coffin lid.

Immediately afterwards, a bloody pale hand stretched out from the coffin in an instant, and with a bang, it held onto the edge of the coffin.