Underground at St. Samuel's Cathedral, in the dark sanctuary, only the lantern in Yager's hand emitted dim light, illuminating the surrounding objects and the young man wearing a monocle in the front right.
They have successfully entered behind Chanis Gate.
Here is the hub of the Church of Night, the real cornerstone supporting this behemoth.
Behind the rows of neatly arranged crimson cabinets are countless potion materials and sealed objects, and even some secret information about the world is sealed.
A few minutes ago, when the projection was still 'dancing' at the entrance of the cathedral, they had already searched most of the area and reached the deepest part.
A place where sealed items above level one are stored.
"I'm going to get my target." Green, who was walking in front, said, turned around and stopped in front of a cabinet.
Yager saw the sign above from a distance.
'1-80'
'A dream that can seal items between reality and illusion.'
What does Green want with this?
Yager tilted his head and secretly memorized this clue.
Although with Meng's character, he would definitely not do anything good after taking this item, he didn't really care about this sealed item that was only useful for the 'item'.
Just pay attention to it later.
The hunter with only his left eye exposed crossed the green and continued walking deeper, picking out possible targets.
In his soul space, there are already many sealed objects owned by the Church of the Night. Although most of them do not cause much damage, they all have many interesting effects.
Unfortunately, most of the cabinets above the first level are empty, and the most interesting sealed artifact 0-08 introduced is completely missing.
Only the most corner was left, a wooden coffin that had not yet been checked.
The wooden coffin has no introduction sign.
"It's sizzling..."
Just when Yager was about to reach out, the board suddenly moved twice on its own and slowly opened...
Revealing the rear, a beautiful lady with her eyes closed.
The lady's skin is creamy, her eyelashes are long, and her fair arms are rosy and shiny, as if she is just sleeping.
However, she showed no sign of being "alive" and her breath was dead.
This seems to be a doll.
what?
After a brief glance, Yager frowned, ignoring the faint corrosion emanating from the opponent's body, and reached out to pull out the two thin items held between the opponent's fingertips.
The front is a piece of white letter paper.
“the one who took shall give in return.”
"Those who take things should give corresponding rewards."
This is actually the same text as the label on the needle in his soul space.
Behind the letter, there is a metal holy emblem of the Church of the Night, which exudes a tranquil atmosphere, deep and noble, and seems to come from a high and high true god.
...
When the abnormal noise in the palace appeared, the mess in St. Samuel's Cathedral had already been sorted out.
In the corridor next to the hall, members of the Church of the Night held several sealed artifacts and gathered around the disembowelled Selt, trying hard to treat the demigod who was out of danger.
In addition to them, the large army followed Bishop Anthony and rushed towards the Chanis Gate.
It was obvious that the people who attacked them had ideas about the Sealed Artifacts of the Church of the Night, and it was impossible for anyone with normal IQ to just break in head-on.
Although the attacker this time does not look normal...
While running, a red-gloved captain suddenly discovered his missing team member: "Where is Leonard?"
"He went to the archives. Today when investigating the murder case, a level 2 sealed item happened to be placed there. He is going to use it to see if it has any effect." Another team member from behind answered.
"I know. Oh, I hope it works."
…
And Leonard is indeed on his way to the archives.
He ran down the broken corridor on the first floor of the church.
In order to facilitate the field work, the archives room was established not far behind the prayer room and is usually managed by ordinary people who know the mystery.
When frequent use is required, field staff will occasionally place some secure seals in a tightly guarded iron cabinet behind the archives room to simplify the application process.
What is stored here today is a sealed item for tracking.
"Save it, kid." In his mind, Pales' hoarse voice slowly persuaded him, "The projection has the strength of a demigod. How can a level 2 sealed object give me any clues about myself?"
"I have to give it a try." Leonard was not convinced. "If I succeed, the reward will be enough for me to be promoted to Sequence Six in one go."
"What's more, I can't just stand by and watch."
His fists were clenched.
Paris sighed.
Since the Tingen incident, "spectating" has become a taboo word for Leonard.
Every time I mention it I feel depressed.
Forget it, let him go. Anyway, the projection has been exiled by the demigods, and the Church of the Night is currently relatively safe...
He thought this as he watched Leonard walk into the archives through a parasitic perspective.
On the left side of the archives room is a row of desks, and on the right side behind the stacks of bookshelves is a storage cabinet with sealed items locked.
What is eerie is that at this moment, the archives room is dimly lit.
The window at the end was wide open, and from a distance, there was the back of a young man on the side.
He is tall and thin, wearing an ordinary dark black trench coat, and has slightly curly hair.
But Leonard never saw him in church.
The young man with a poetic temperament immediately reached for the revolver at his waist.
However, he suddenly found that he couldn't move!
"Old man...?"
Leonard's eyes moved to the right uncontrollably, staring at the half of the opponent's body hiding in the shadows.
On the right side of the face, the outline of a monocle can be faintly seen.
Through the physical barrier, Pales Zoroaster's heart stopped.
Staring at that back figure in disbelief!
If possible, he would rather kneel in the front hall and fight the intruders for the Church of the Night.
I don’t want to see Amon here either.
Amon?
Amon!!!!
For the first time in his hundreds of years of life, the old man felt difficulty breathing.
Fate seemed to have played a huge joke on him.
He had been hiding for nearly a hundred years, running for his life, and finally ended miserably in such an accidental way!
Even if he dies, loses his characteristics, or degrades himself, he will not fall into the hands of this damn bastard!
Even the parasitized Leonard could faintly feel the despair, unwillingness, and suffocation coming from the old man.
The monocle is slowly looking back...
In the room, after being taken over, Leonard's hands behind his back trembled slightly unconsciously, and Pales's all-out attack was brewing.
One step, two steps.
He slowly approached the bird.
This is obviously Amon's clone, otherwise the descendants of the three gods would have appeared in the world by now.
He still has the strength to fight.
There was ruthlessness in Pales's eyes, and before Amon turned around completely, he took action brazenly——
"boom!!"
Amon's figure exploded into a cloud of smoke!
——!
But it wasn't Pales who did it.
Raising his right hand, Leonard's green eyes revealed the confusion of two souls.
"Greetings to you, Mr. Zoroaster."
In the room, the lingering sound of the Worm of Time with its evil smile continued to echo and slowly disappeared.
The extraordinary characteristics left behind by the exploded body automatically returned to the spiritual world.
All that was left was a fluttering pigeon with a letter under its feet.
The signature is: Amon.
Pales felt that his heart had been like a deflated balloon in the past two minutes, going up and down, up and down in the air...
Then there was a 'pop', and it was crushed by the naughty child.
This chapter has been completed!