Cyril took Jindred and advanced rapidly in the underground palace.

The state in the underground palace was completely different from the last time he entered with Peragios Hris.

At that time, they saw Stanny Clemens a few steps forward, and now, just like all the magic plains he experienced in the game, the terrain is complex and the mechanisms are numerous.

However, he easily cracked the wheel door lock, coral maze, crossbow arrow corridor, and magic traps.

Jindreid watched the half-elf boy in front of him slapped on the wall on the right side, triggering the mechanism in advance. The lit blue pattern triggered a rain of arrows in front of him, so fierce that he would turn into a hedgehog in just one second.

"You've seen this?" she asked in unskilled La Rochelle words.

"If the magic plain is classified as s, a, b, c, d, e difficulty, this plain can only be ranked at c-level." Cyril quickly passed through the safe walkway ahead and turned around, "But the sorting of these mechanism arrays is very interesting, if it is not a hurry..."

He suddenly drew out his long sword and slashed upwards. Two black shadows fell from the ceiling in front of him, and were cut straight by the sword he swung, breaking into four sections and falling to the ground. They were all half-human creatures with long fish tails, gradually dissipating into a pool of water stains.

"Water Elemental Elf."

Cyril glanced at the remaining water stains on the ground, which was the main monster in this magical plain. The specifications of the single-story underground palace limit the size of the magical plain, and in terms of scale, it is far less than the plain in the Ellekin jungle.

He looked ahead and saw a corner of a stone wall, with a darker tone than the area I passed before, making it more solemn. The materials used in the stone wall are also several levels higher.

It's over.

He signaled Jindreid not to make a sound and walked slowly. He did not dare to use the wind-listening technique. In front of Stanny Clemens, even the magic fluctuations of the wind-listening technique were as eye-catching as the candlelight in the dark.

However, just as I approached the corner, Cyril heard a low moan and gasped weakly.

He frowned. The sound sounded like Stanny Clemens could not be hooked at all. Then the sound was...

Before he could think of the answer, the gasp suddenly turned into a scream, making Cyril feel pain when he heard it.

But he also immediately recognized the owner of the voice, and a look of surprise appeared on his face-

"Peragios Hris?"

The only one who has his own strength, Prince Ao Saint Emma, ​​has never triggered the mechanism along the way. How did he get inside before them?

What made him scream?

And as his thought emerged, a deep voice sounded from the stone wall:

"young people."

"Eavesdropping outside is not in line with the manners of an earl."

The sound made Cyril's body stiff—it sounded deeper and more trembling than the usual sound, like a man who had just climbed out of ice water to the stove and roasted the fire.

But by deciding carefully, one of the unsuppressed desires could be heard, as if it was about to break through from that reason.

And this voice belongs to the bishop of Harbor Temple.

Stanny Clemens.

Cyril took a deep breath, adjusted his condition, gave Jindreid a standby gesture behind him, then stood up and walked out from the corner.

The scene presented in front of him stunned again-

This is a space similar to the main hall of St. Mill, a small church furnishing. The red carpet paves from his feet to the front, not far away in front of him:

The future emperor of Aosaint Emma was now disheveled, his face was tied to a stone pillar with blood, and a blue tube was inserted into his chest, and dark red plasma was flowing out of it.

And in front of him was the red coffin.

At this moment, the corpse stored in the coffin has been moved out, and the coffin lid serves as the table for placing the corpse. This is a female corpse, wearing a long skirt intertwined with light blue and white.

Her head was facing Cyril, with beautiful brown hair scattered and drooping to the ground. Death did not make it dry and curly, but still retained its beautiful luster.

The face that was no longer young but showed a mature and generous beauty under the long hair was exactly the same as the face of the statue of the Saint in the Taranto district of Port New Orway.

Yes, it was consistent with Cyril's previous guess that the body lying in front of him was the former saint of the Harbor Temple.

Clauris Benjamin.

The other end of the tube inserted into Peragios Herries' chest was now tied under Clauris's skirt.

Peragios Hris, who saw Cyril walk in, seemed to have seen a savior, and his tied legs kept kicking, shouting heart-wrenchingly: "Save me, Earl Adrien, save me, save me, save me!"

As if he had not seen him, Cyril crossed him and the stone pillars tied to him, and came to the end of the red carpet and the end of the church.

There, there is an statue of a god.

The statue of Yurira.

The tall bishop faced the statue, holding his hands in front of his chest, as if he was praying sincerely.

Cyril put one hand on the hilt of the sword, and the other hand had already appeared. He spoke softly, and his voice steadily reached the end of the church:

"Stanny Clemens."

"His Highness--" Stanny's voice came, but he was not Cyril. "Earl Adrien arrived much faster than I thought. I'm really sorry for them to see His Highness's ugly appearance."

"Madman, madman!" These words made Peragios scream even more crazily, but just now he shouted, the blue tube suddenly poked heavily inward, causing his eyes to turn white, leaving only screams.

"Please ask Your Highness to complete your mission quietly."

Stanny Clemens finally turned around. He was wearing the bishop's robe that he would wear at the most solemn ceremony. The blue edges were decorated with gold edges, and the robe was painted with a long halberd and chariot representing the sea god Yurira, which was luxurious and elegant.

In his right hand, he was holding a long golden handle, which looked like part of a weapon. In his left hand, he was holding a wrinkled book "Sea Nervous".

The face that was not old-fashioned was radiant at this moment, and his eyebrows were raised, showing extreme joy, but this joyful expression that was not in line with youth only made Cyril feel creepy.

It seemed like an old man was crawling on his body.

"Count Adrien—" He dragged his tone, with a strange upward ending sound in every word, and such a new Orway sounded extremely strange. "I thought you would stay and help that devout believer, but you did not expect that you would abandon him so decisively - this is inconsistent with the teachings of The Navy."

"Her Excellency Stanny Clemens, I respect Lord Yurira, but I do not believe in Him." Cyril replied calmly as he could.

"That's a pity. You will miss a carnival of believers." Stanny was dancing with a smile, but suddenly frowned and whispered in a strange tone: "Why haven't he come yet? The breath of the reptile has disappeared for so long..."

Cyril did not hear the whispers from Stanny clearly, and Stanny had returned to his spirit. He opened his arms and showed the picture drawn by the golden pattern on his robe before Cyril:

"But it's good, it's good, let the believers of other gods witness His resurrection, let the rest of their faith accept the greatness from Him, believe me, when you can see this scene, you will definitely kneel down and cry, hahahahaha!"

He suddenly laughed wildly: "He will come, and the light of the temple will shine from the abyss of the distant sea to every coastline. When a new sun rises from the sea level, and when the waves begin to surging, everyone will feel the power of His only-"

“He will overtake the world, He will sprinkle His mercy, He is perfect, He will walk at the end of civilization—”

“By that time, by that time, I will become the pioneer of the times, and I will become the great one under greatness—”

"And you—"

The fanatical expression suddenly disappeared, and the blue eyes appeared muddy, staring coldly at the young Count who was separated by the entire church.

"I don't even want to call me, Bishop."

Cyril's back was filled with goose bumps because of his gaze. He subconsciously jumped to the side. The ground where he was standing just now made a harsh buzzing sound when he left, and then a bubble burst out of thin air and scattered all over the ground.

Cyril felt the magic impact that almost smashed himself, and sweated coldly all over his body - he didn't even feel the magic fluctuations of Stanny Clemens' attack, and his spell had been quietly deployed.

Even if Philip Benjamin is not the same professional route as him, it would be too amazing to smash it silently, right?

He felt in his heart, and did not dare to stop. He jumped onto the long table beside him, stepping on the long tables and benches, jumping in disorder. Stanny Clemens just stared at him coldly, and the tables and chairs behind him were soaked and broken that even a grain of wood chips remained.

Crazy, this bishop is completely crazy!

Cyril shouted wildly in his heart, and from the moment when abnormal joy appeared on Stanny Clemens' face, he realized it was no longer normal - no, from the moment he saw Peragios Hris tied up, he realized it.

However, he came here to end all this. The person who tied the bell must know how to erase the "Vishlingen" outside was Stanny Clemens who planned to summon him.

But in the current situation, what should he do to stop all this, and what can he do?

The wind element provided him with a good speed, allowing him to flicker in the chapel, and the magic power kept bursting behind him, and every time he was beaten a beat slower.

However, Cyril did not have the slightest glory of surviving, but was even more panicked. This playing tricks on him like a cat playing with a mouse made him even more confused. What exactly Stanny Clemens wanted to do!

With just a few breaths, half of the church was demolished. The stone pillars erected on both sides broke due to the collision of Cyril's trampling, and the statue placed beside it was blown to pieces. Cyril tried to fight back at Stanny Clemens from afar, but he couldn't even get distracted and gathered magic for a moment.

"Damn it!"

At this moment, he clearly realized the gap between the profession level and the extraordinary level, which he could not cross at any rate.

But he couldn't just be fooled like this. His face was tense, his mind was gathered, and while maintaining the speed of movement, he suddenly pressed a few steps closer to Stanny Clemens. The effect of Yadonis's curse armor was activated together and came to Stanny!

This curse caused Stanny's magic to stutter for a moment, and Cyril took this opportunity to quickly draw out the sword, while his other hand was pressed on his pocket.

The coral portrait, which can give him a reminder, represents the sea god, was placed here before - Cyril placed his hope on the coral portrait, hoping that Yurira can give him some way to break the deadlock in his most dangerous moment.

However, when he pressed his hand on it, his heart felt cold: the touch of the human figure that should have appeared there disappeared at this time, as if he had never let the portrait go there.

The portrait is gone?!

Cyril felt a little panic, and the curse effect of the curse armor given by Stanny Clemens was at the end at this moment. The stagnant spell began to flow again, and another burst of bubbles were shattered behind him.

This time, Stanny's spell was even more manic than before, as if to punish the young man's "sudden cold arrow".

Cyril was almost covered by his spells when he was not in a position to defend himself. He hurriedly supported the shield with his backhand, but heard a burst of explosions from the shield, and the skeletons on the surface were all

However, when he pressed his hand on it, his heart felt cold: the touch of the human figure that should have appeared there disappeared at this time, as if he had never let the portrait go there.

The portrait is gone?!

Cyril felt a little panic, and the curse effect of the curse armor given by Stanny Clemens was at the end at this moment. The stagnant spell began to flow again, and another burst of bubbles were shattered behind him.

This time, Stanny's spell was even more manic than before, as if to punish the young man's "sudden cold arrow".

Cyril was almost covered by his spells when he was not in a position to defend himself. He hurriedly supported the shield with his backhand, but heard a burst of explosions from the shield, and the skeletons on the surface were all

This time, Stanny's spell was even more manic than before, as if to punish the young man's "sudden cold arrow".

Cyril was almost covered by his spells when he was not in a position to defend himself. He hurriedly supported the shield with his backhand, but heard a burst of explosions from the shield, and the skeletons on the surface were all
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