Three people walked in.

Their footsteps were approaching, and the rich fragrance surrounded the alchemist.

The room was burning with rosin, but it could not hide the smell of the person coming. It was so sweet that the alchemist hiding in the secret passage was itchy. He hurriedly covered his mouth and nose before sneezing. Who were the people coming? Li Ou became curious and approached the hole, trying to see the person coming clearly.

The desert warrior stopped him with his eyes. "Don't look." Connor Brandik said with an extremely vigilant voice, "Listen with his ears, don't look with his eyes. They will find us."

This made Leo even more surprised. Who are they?

A voice came from outside the stone wall. "Master Bishop." This should belong to a maid.

"Close the door and go out." A man's voice rang out, his voice was rough.

The door was closed.

They walked closer, and the shadows swayed in the holes. Then the pads stuffed with feathers rubbed for a while. They sat down.

"The preparations are done," said another middle-aged man's voice. His voice was in line with the standards of missionaries, gentle and magnetic, especially suitable for bewitching stupid and mentally retarded people. "The ceremony will be held on time in four days. I promise this will be an unforgettable event."

"It is guaranteed not to just listen to your words. You have to let us see the results." The middle-aged man said before, "However, until now, we have not seen anything worth watching - except the bronze statue." His clear and cold snorted in the quiet room, revealing cruel coldness. "A meaningless bronze statue."

The man at the beginning hurriedly defended. "I am trying to let God's glory illuminate the city."

"The sun's light is fierce enough. Do you still need a candle? Or are you a blind man? No, no, the blind man can't see anything." The magnetic voice seemed like a sharp sword unsheathed, and Li Ou could feel the chill in it. He imagined the other party pressing step by step. "Instead of trying to please us, it's better to think about how to make up for the mistakes you made."

The man stammered and trembled. "I...I... just acted as ordered..."

"But I don't remember."

"This, this is just..." The man couldn't justify himself, and he couldn't find any reason or excuse. All his words were stuck in his throat, as if he had committed a serious stubborn disease, lost his voice and lost his tongue.

"There are four days left, Monroe Celte." The middle-aged man's voice sounded gloomy. He was reminding another. "You better pray that you have not forgotten the will of the great Mother of the Desert: her will cannot be violated by mortals; and do not forget who you are now, you are the Lamb of God. She can bless you, and she will definitely punish you."

The so-called mother of the desert, whether it was a beggar full of abscesses or a rotten female corpse who had climbed up from the ground. Leo scoffed at this and believed in his heart that this was just a false statement that confuses the public. Blessings and punishments? The effect is probably the same - they all end up with death.

"But," the man spoke tremblingly, the hesitation and fear in his tone were clearly visible. "But that..."

"But what?"

"We...the city...and everyone..."

The middle-aged man interrupted him sharply. "The consequences are not something you should consider." He shouted decisively, "You only need to obey orders, obey arrangements, and complete the decree issued by the great desert mother!"

"if……"

The man's voice suddenly became lighter, and Li Ou could hardly hear his whisper. He turned his head, looked at the desert warrior who frowned and suppressed his anger, and carefully approached the bright, thumb-sized hole - although the effect was limited. He raised his ears.

"...what if she was wrong?" the man finished speaking the blasphemous words in one breath.

With a "bang", Li Ou seemed to see a flash of lightning through the tiny hole. He couldn't help but wonder if he had an hallucination, but from the horrified face of the desert warrior, he knew that it was not an illusion, and they all saw the lightning. In an instant, the magic that suddenly began to rush into mania proved that everything was not illusion.

In the room separated by a wall, magic began to stir up, whistling like a sandstorm. Li Ou heard glass, enamel, shallow plate, candlestick, table, wooden chair, wooden board, portraits, pottery, sculptures... everything hit the wall, making a broken sound that made people grit their teeth and cover their ears. Magic seemed to be a crazy wolf, roaring in a low voice, sharp claws digging the ground, as if fingernails were scratching the glass.

Through Monroe Celt's screams, through the sound of collisions, noises and noises, through the silent curses of the desert warrior Connor Brandik, through his fearful and chaotic pulse, the alchemist heard the middle-aged man speak hard in the storm, begging weakly, and flatteringly flatteringly.

"Woman, ma'am. My dear lady." He begged, "Please stop. Please stop."

"Please stop, please stop." Monroe Celte's voice was trembling, fear must have climbed up to his face.

"Your faith is not firm enough." The woman's voice rang.

A young voice was unexpectedly nice, soft and gentle, and there was no feeling of anger. It seemed that the anger and crazy magic that was heard by her command was completely their hallucinations and delusions. However, with her voice, the magic was rippling, just like a bodyless lamp spirit, changing its body in the smoke, and constantly expanding due to anger.

"No, no, please listen to me."

"Stop talking." The woman's voice sounded, and Monroe Celte's voice stopped abruptly, leaving only a whimpering sound, as if someone had strangled his throat. Although he could not see the real situation, Leo was still shocked and shrank back involuntarily until his back was against the cold wall, and then he realized that his back was covered with cold sweat.

"There are four days left, and you still have a chance to make up for your mistakes."

"Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo."

"Do as you told me." The middle-aged man's voice sounded again. His tone seemed to have some degree of relief and weakness. "Otherwise, those city lords..." He paused, "You will not forget their lessons from the past."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Monroe Celte's voice should agree. Leo guessed.

"No mistakes can be made." The middle-aged man reminded the other party again.

Responding to him was still a puppy whimper.

Then, Leo heard the sound of them walking, and their footsteps gradually faded away, leaving only Monroe Celtic gasping in the room, and his throat made painful screams from time to time - like a mute.

"Let's go." The desert warrior gestured to Leo, "There's nothing to hear."

Li Ou nodded, but he glanced at the light-transmitting hole in the wall, and finally did not suppress his inner impulse, and squeezed past the desert warrior and looked outside. He did not see other guys, but he happened to see the woman's back-

A graceful back covered in a thin black veil.

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"You will expose us when you do that." As you return along the ladder of the iron ring, the desert warrior shouted at him, "We, no, and your companions will be in danger."

Of course Leo understood. But the impulse was unstoppable. The oracle heard by the desert warrior - if he could say so - was obviously the young female mage. Curiosity was like a devil. The alchemist sighed. He did not refute the duties of the desert warrior and returned silently.

However, just after passing through the collapsed passage, the faint sound of cursing and metal colliding came.

What happened? Li Ou was anxious. "Didn't you say this underground is safe enough?" He asked loudly, "Why did they fight?" He ran quickly in the temple with a little memory.

Connor Brandik remained silent and followed in his footsteps.

At a fork, the chaotic sound became clearer, and the curse and shouting of common words made Li Ou's heart multiply. "Quick!" he urged. While running, he poured a bottle of potion that stimulated potential - it would make his wound more difficult to heal - into his mouth. He didn't care about that much, he was afraid that a step at night would see Rosie swallow the bottle of potion.

"Go from here." The desert warrior pointed out the mistakes in his memory.

Li Ou cursed inwardly, panting and leaping over a collapsed stone.

The last passage was almost tormented. Leo could hear the fierce fighting sounds, the screams of those women, the shouts of the knights, and the strange screams made by the crows when fighting, and even the loud curse of Rosie, which was also indispensable for the enemy to whisper the Valiant curse. Pain and screams followed by, and the inner worry magnified like bubbles. He was worried that there were those who were among them. He would blame himself if anyone was injured.

He jumped out of the corridor, and a golden scimitar happened to be facing him. The alchemist showed no mercy. The long sword pierced his heart from behind. When he pulled out the sword, blood sprayed his face. Whether black or white humans, the blood was the same hot and bright red. The man's howl before his death attracted the attention of other enemies. They divided several people to pounce on them.

The short spear thrown by the desert warrior roared through one of the people's leather armor, skin, muscles and bones. The spear tip of the spear was deeply inserted into the ground and kept trembling. The enemies were terrified and flinched.

However, Leo seemed to be a big bird pounced in it. A guard waved his nail-head hammer and was easily blocked by him, and the other golden scimitar flew past his nose.

It was too slow, he thought to himself, it was really too slow.

The sword flew over the guard's neck. The sword was so clean that the opponent's body was still in a defensive posture, but his head had rolled to the ground. His steps kept rotating his body and letting an axe. The shining sword drew a dazzling silver light, cutting off the wrist of the golden scimitar, followed by his arm. Another guard tried to attack, but he stabbed the abdomen with his backhand. It was too slow. He thought again, ending the golden scimitar's life.

The desert warrior's fighting style was not elegant enough, but effective enough. His axe chopped the face of the last guard, and the opponent's skull cracked in response to the sound. Blood and white brains sprayed out, flying into the air, spilling like raindrops.

The leading golden scimitar was completely in fear.

Li Ou, who was chasing closely, used a magic seal to easily bind the other party - he didn't even feel any struggle. "Tell me, how do you know what's here?" The long sword was placed on the other party's neck and gradually increased the force.

"I, I don't know." said the Golden Scimitar in fear, trembling. "I just accept the order."

"Who sent you?"

Jin Sabuya swallowed, "I can't say it."
Chapter completed!