Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

The followers of the undead are very well-behaved and answer all questions.

After receiving affirmative answers to several questions, Bai Yu thought thoughtfully: "If what he said is true, then the sacred object must be in someone's hands at the moment."

"But if you want to meet him, you can only rely on luck." Thorns sighed: "I really can't understand why these demigods want Michael's right wrist."

"Who knows, Michael specially reserved his hand. He must be suffering from some serious illness, right?" Bai Yu spread his hands.

The undead believer laughed dryly and said: "I don't know either. I am only responsible for offering sacrifices. I have never thought about sacred objects."

"How many sacrifices did you make?"

"Zero so far."

"You are so weak."

"Everyone's head was stolen by the Cult of Pain."

The believer of the dead knelt on the ground: "I have said everything I can say, can you let me go?"

Thorns said: "Yes, I will take your breath away right now."

"No, I still want to live, I don't want to die."

"You look like you've obviously been dead a long time ago."

"I was forced to join the secret sect. Now that I'm like this, there's no place for me in Rome!"

"Then how did you die and how did you become like this?"

"It starts from when I was short of money that day. It's a long story..."

"I'll give you three seconds."

"I robbed a bank and was shot dead on the spot."

"Hey, no wonder you have a hole in your head and gave a performance to the police station."

"I was shot to death by myself."

"Um?"

"The barrel of the gun was jammed at that time. I was curious about what was going on, so I looked inside and pressed the trigger again."

Both of them couldn't hold it any longer.

Bai Yu said: "I suddenly felt that this kind of talent... a ghost could be sent directly back to the Secret Sect of the Dead. Maybe it would be a great merit?"

Thorns said: "I agree...but let's go out and talk about it."

The Necromantic Cultist was clearing the way ahead with a miserable look on his face. If he encountered any magic wash, he would be there to carry it.

Walked through several empty rooms or with corpses and blood stains on them again.

Bai Yu stopped and looked at the formation on the ground: "I have been to this room before, but there was no such formation at that time. It should be used for sacrifices, right?"

"Yes." The Necromancer cultist said weakly: "This magic circle is a bit strange..."

"What's weird?"

"Generally speaking, magic circles have designated sacrifice objects, but this one does not." The Necromancer squatted on the ground and observed: "It has not been designated for any demigod. This sacrifice should be impossible to succeed."

"you sure?"

"You're kidding, I'm a top student in the Secret Cult of the Dead, how can I be wrong about this kind of common sense!"

Thorns smiled and dragged the Necromancer to the side to give him a lesson with a stick: "A top student, right?" "Sacrifice with common sense, right?" "You're quite proud, right?"

Bai Yu watched on the ground, walked around the magic circle for sacrifice twice, and suddenly said: "I understand."

"What do you know?" the Necromancer asked, holding his head.

"The goal of this formation is to fail in the sacrifice." Bai Yu said: "Think about the consequences of a failed sacrifice?"

"It will bring..." The chin of the Necromancer's skeleton suddenly fell to the ground, and then it immediately picked it up and put it back together, and immediately said: "Theoretically, the sacrifice circle will collapse directly, but there are certain Maybe, there will be space cracks!”

Thorns didn't understand: "So?"

Bai Yu felt that the explanation was too slow, so he instructed: "Activate this magic circle."

The Necromancer did not doubt his presence, and it was also curious about the outcome, so it tried to activate the magic circle.

The next moment, the formation suddenly lit up, and as expected, a floating black spot appeared in the middle.

The thorn saw something, stretched out her hand and reached into the thorn, pulled it back, and suddenly a wooden box fell into the palm of her hand.

"Fuck!" Miss Knight said rudely: "Holy object!"

"Sure enough." Bai Yu said: "Since it is dangerous to carry this thing with you, it is better to hide it directly. As long as it stays inside the maze, there will be a way to get it back sooner or later. Tsk tsk tsk... The Tantra has a really dirty mind."

The Necromancers also admired: "Whoever came up with this is really a genius."

"It's a pity that he also ignored that we also have geniuses here." Jingjia said proudly: "Instead, he made us wedding clothes in vain."

"Mr. Que." Bai Yu nodded: "I'm really lucky today."

"Jiejiejiejie..." The Necromancer cultists also laughed: "That's great!"

Snapped!

Thorns gave it a scratch: "Why are you laughing? Are you in the same group as us?"

The Necromancer was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly said: "Yes! I'm from the Secret Cult!"

Sister Jiji fanned even more vigorously: "Do you want me to remind you?"

Bai Yu commented: "Those who are close to vermillion are red and those who are close to ink are black. This spirit of the dead is very connected to the underworld."

Jingjia handed the holy object to Bai Yu: "Here, take the things."

"why me?"

"Because you are stronger than me." Jingjia said seriously: "I'm afraid I can't take it back, but I feel more relieved if I leave it to you."

"to be honest."

"Even if it's lost now, it's not my fault!" Sister Knight patted her chest.

Bai Yu looked at the severed wrist in his hand, feeling filled with emotion.

After going around in a big circle, Michael's eldest wife was finally back in my hands.

This is probably life.

He originally wanted to put it back in the toolbar, but Bai Yu suddenly thought that maybe, maybe, it could be an excellent bait?

I was worried that I wouldn't be able to meet an expert before, but now that I'm holding this in my hand, maybe those esoteric cultists will soon follow their lead and find them.

"Next, we just have to think about finding a way out."

As Jingjiajie was talking, he saw Bai Yu passing through the portal in front.

Then the exit door stood just a dozen steps away.

"?"

"The exit is here."

"??"

"I said I'm very lucky." Bai Yu shrugged: "If you want to go out, just leave."

"I want to leave, let me go!" the Necromancer shouted.

Thorns kicked it: "You will die if you go out at this time. If you don't find the holy object, the demigods outside will raise their hands and kill you."

"Then I abandon the darkness and turn to the light?"

"There is no way the Holy Church will accept a half-dead defective product like you." Thorns was too lazy to pay attention to the wailings of the Necromancers, and looked at Bai Yu who had already turned around: "Aren't you leaving?"

"I still have things to do."

"What's up?"

"Find someone to collect the body."

Bai Yu stepped into the portal and disappeared.

Thorns wanted to persuade her, but it was too late. She hesitated whether she should go back together or leave safely for her own sake.

After all, staying in the subspace maze is like an ant staying in the palm of a demigod.

She tends to leave.

Just when she was hesitating, the Necromancer had already turned around and ran towards the door, but she was unable to stop him.

Just then the skeleton laughed: "Aha, I'm free!"

The Necromancer who shouted for freedom was struck by a slash the moment he passed through the door.

Beside the exit, the silhouette of a huge tauren holding a battle ax appeared.

"The Minotaur... By the way, this is its labyrinth, and it is the gatekeeper. You have to pass through it to get through."

Thorns was thankful that she didn't leave immediately, otherwise she would have been the one to suffer Louis XVI's happiness.

Gurgling, a dead head rolled to the feet. The body of the Necromancer was avoiding the pursuit of the tauren, and the head shouted: "Run, run!"

Thorns took a deep breath and kicked the skull away to attract attention.

Then he jumped back into the portal with a sliding step.

As soon as her feet landed, two cold little hands pressed on her shoulders.

"Don't move!"

…

In the hall.

Mother Dragon's lazy expression suddenly became startled.

An unnatural blush appeared on her face, as if she had tasted something delicious or smelled the smell of fine wine.

Licking his lips.

"Ah, a delicious offering."

She sighed from her throat: "It seems that my followers are working very hard to collect sacrifices."

"This fresh flesh and blood, this living life."

"They are all high-quality sacrifices."

The Mother of Dragons laughed in front of Augustus: "It's so pleasant."

Augustus watched with cold eyes. Even if Dragon Mother began to comfort herself in front of her, he would not change his expression, just like looking at a piece of dead pork.

But the Dragon Mother would not miss the opportunity to mock the emperor.

She raised her hand: "Want to see the sacrifices sent by my children?"

"The sacrifice this time is very large. I guess there will be many people you know in it, right?"

"It's just not complete, it's part of them."

The mother of dragons licked her lips, raised her hand, and the light flashed.

Her sacrifice fell to the ground and poured onto the red carpet of the cathedral, immediately making a large area dirty.

The thick smell of blood spreads everywhere.

The Roman emperor suddenly changed his expression, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but be moved.

He almost stood up with a look of shock on his face.

When the Dragon Mother saw the emperor's expression, she was extremely satisfied. She thought that there must be the head of the queen or a saint among the sacrifices.

I don’t know who worked so hard, so I should give him some reward later.

As the dragon mother turned her head and glanced lightly, she was waiting for a delicious meal.

stunned.

……What's this?

A question mark appeared above her head for a second.

Looking at the pile of heads with familiar shapes, she fell into the most speechless silence in her life.

His eyes changed drastically in just a few seconds.

Joy, solidification, doubt, astonishment, incomprehension, shock and anger, depression.

A wonderful change of face was caught in the eyes of the emperor.

There is quite a sense of a wonderful reversal in which a female brat jumps in the face and taunts her on the spot, only to be slapped in the face.

Moreover, the live broadcast has not stopped yet.

The 300,000 people in the square outside the cathedral all saw the change in Dragon Mother's expression on the big screen, as well as the pile of sacrifices that fell next to it.

It's all brains.

It's all... faucet!

Although the live broadcast was forcibly cut off in just one second, her transformation from confident and calm to arrogant and angry was still fixed in everyone's memory.

For a moment, the believers of the Holy Church couldn't hold it back and laughed.

None of them were professionals, so they couldn't help themselves.

In the cathedral, the Dragon Mother looked at the pile of sacrifices and counted... there were nine dragon heads.

All are the heads of the Dragon Priest.

Those delicious sacrifices are all her children and followers...

It can be said that he was so devoted to her that he did not forget to present himself as a fruit plate even after his death. How loyal and loyal he was.

The Roman Emperor couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes and said: "It seems that your followers are really working hard to collect sacrifices... Pfft... cough cough cough!"

The dragon mother's five fingers turned into claws, and she almost turned into a dragon on the spot.

This sacrifice.

Although the damage is not high, it is extremely insulting!