Eden opened a corner of his windbreaker and wiped a few drops of blood on his chest.

"I looked similar to you a few days ago. After a long time, I really feel uncomfortable with it. I borrowed this outfit from a passerby."

Andy looked at this man warily, and his fear disappeared.

A passer-by? That passer-by shouldn't be able to take back the clothes. The mercenary in front of him is a complete villain! But because of this, the degree of fear is not high.

If you just look like a nice person, it's hard to be wary of his double-dealing. But if you know he is a bad person, then just use the same method to communicate with him as you would a bad person.

The space ring in the goblin's left hand flashed, and a flash bomb flashed in his hand.

He looked at Eden Grote cautiously and asked, "Is this place famous?"

Eden shook his head, and he also took out an envelope from inside his clothes. The envelope was stained with blood, and he said:

"Famous? No, no, I had never heard of this place before I received the invitation."

He grinned and said, "I took a mission to kill Earl Heywood's only daughter. Well, that mission failed. You should have heard about it."

The only daughter of Earl Heywood?

Andy recalled something, and suddenly he thought of something.

It is said that in the Kingdom of Polite, the tea party of Duke Windissa's only son was attacked by a group of extremely vicious gangsters.

There were many noble children present at that tea party.

Because the matter involved the Polit royal family, it became a topic of conversation after dinner.

The man in front of me turned out to be such a vicious fugitive!

He couldn't help but feel a little scared. If this person didn't want to say hello to him, but wanted to wipe his neck, he would be dead in this corner now!

Seeing the change in the goblin's expression, Eden knew that the goblin had remembered that incident, and he looked towards the ordinary dance hall.

The entrance to the dance hall was covered with black cloth.

There wasn't a sound outside, and the alley here was too quiet. When Andy came here, his scalp was numb, and he was worried that he might be ambushed by the mechanical police at any time.

Andy thought hard and finally said: "Andy...my name is Andy."

Eden noticed something. He narrowed his eyes and said in a friendly manner: "I have never seen goblins with surnames. Such goblins are rarer than good people in the dungeon. Andy, I said Andy, you know this chaser?"

What will the dream concert be like?”

"What form..." Andy shook his head: "I really don't know."

Eden looked at the goblin condescendingly, shook his head, and raised the corners of his mouth. He walked directly to the door and lifted the black cloth: "I didn't expect there to be such a goblin who can't communicate. Let me go in and explore the way."

On black cloth.

The man walked into the door and seemed to be swallowed by a big mouth.

Andy looked around.

This small alley is so quiet that you can't even hear the wind.

Dead silence.

The goblin walked to the door in small steps and opened the black cloth.

It was pitch black inside and nothing could be seen.

"Damn it, Bundy, I believe you for the last time. If you fail to live up to my hopes, I will put Timothy's honor on the line... too..."

Andy murmured to himself, seeming to encourage himself.

He took a step forward and walked in.

…

The black teddy bear has skin sewn from the skins of an unknown number of animals. Blood oozes from the dense needle holes, and its eyes are turned white. It hunts only by its sense of smell.

These teddy bears are the most common monsters in the dreamland, and the riding duo have seen a lot of them.

It stared hungrily at the short human, with its thin skin and tender meat, a delicacy that could only be seen once in a hundred years.

Every time it takes a step, blood will overflow from the needle holes on its body. The blood flows on the ground, but it slips back into Teddy Bear Fei's body as if it is alive.

"Ding!"

Two chains with hooks appeared out of thin air and penetrated its body like harpoons.

And turbid flames rose from the chains.

This blasphemous creature was burned to death by the nameless hellfire without any chance of resistance.

"Hey, Warlock, how old are you?" Charles couldn't help it. He walked with the Warlock and saw that the Warlock was smoothly carving seals on himself, and he could use various spells at his fingertips.

He had seen the information about this warlock, but he really didn't expect that this warlock could be so strong!

Didn't the information in the temple say that this kid just broke through the third level?

Looking at his proficient spellcasting ability, he would believe this person even if he said that he had been practicing at the third level for forty or fifty years!

With this kid's ability, he can beat the seeds of those priests who trained with him!

Ken continued to carve seals on his body with his fingers.

He didn't bring his umbrella, and he didn't bring any magic charms with him, so the seals needed to be stocked up for immediate use. He replied casually:

"Twenty-six, isn't that old man in your temple very powerful? He can't save you?"

Charles waved his hand and said helplessly:

"If I didn't wake up from there until morning, maybe he could sense something was wrong."

He heard that he fell asleep too many times while teaching!

How can anyone watch someone lose their Mother Goddess identification skills every time they fall asleep?

As long as the old priest sees that he has not moved in the early morning tomorrow, he will probably lose his identification skills.

Ken raised his hand helplessly, and a chain appeared out of thin air, piercing the big rabbit whose fur was stitched behind him and burning it.

"Then how long do you think we can last?"

"It won't last until tomorrow morning anyway."

The paladin tore the sneak attack duck in half. If he had weapons, he would be able to deal with these heretics more easily.

But he didn't.

I can't hold on even if I have it.

Charles said: "The frequency of monsters here is increasing, but the appearance pattern has not changed, which means we are getting closer to the core."

"Yeah?"

Ken didn't think so. He couldn't find any difference between this place and other places.

"And I feel something is not good." Ken's eyebrows furrowed, he felt that danger was approaching.

Charles also became alert: "Something is watching us."

"Staring at us?"

Ken turned his head and looked at Charles strangely: "I didn't expect that the famous temple actually has a paladin who relies on his spiritual sense to guide the way?"

Ken's spiritual sense is very strong, but he has always dabbled in it and will not let himself get close to those things to prevent his own spirit from being polluted.

Even if he could analyze the pollution now, he would not dare to try it easily.

Because if the other end you are connected to is a being who has contacted the source, the other party will notice it immediately!

"My faith in the Mother Goddess is unwavering, and my spiritual sense will only become a tool." The paladin said firmly.

"Tsk, I'm envious." Ken shook his head, firming up his faith in the Mother Goddess and completely removing his own negative status. This was indeed an operation that these Paladins could do.

It's a pity that he doesn't like to be influenced by dogma, so he can't join the religion, he thought to himself.

Snap.

The floor changed from stone to wood.

The two horsemen looked around cautiously, only to find that the place had changed from a crypt to a tall building.
Chapter completed!