On the altar at the deepest level of the Dark Trace, an extremely huge crimson monster rested its three heads on the altar like pillows, and its heavy breathing stirred up a black storm in its sleep.
But the tall human in black robes standing next to its head was not afraid. His handsome and thin face was expressionless, like a sculpture, and his deeply sunken eyes made people look straight at him.
Looking into the abyss.
He watched quietly as two men in red robes and scholar-like figures walked up to the crimson monster with a creature with first-born goat horns and a blood-red body. In just one breath, the creature let out an extremely violent roar.
Wailing, the surface of the skin melted and flowed oil to the ground. The inner layer exposed was not fat and muscle, but a humanoid monster whose whole body was dark and translucent like a shadow.
Strangely enough, after it completed its transformation, its original hatred and hostility towards those in red robes and black robes seemed to have disappeared. It quietly left the altar and was guided away by the people in red robes.
here.
"Next."
The man in black robe standing on the altar said indifferently.
So, two more red robes carried a strange-shaped creature onto the altar. Seeing the fate of the previous "similar" creature, the creature struggled violently and roared crazily, hoping to remove the huge crimson creature.
The monster woke up. But until it was transformed into a new form, the crimson monster made no movement.
"Humph. Stupid."
Sitting with his back against the altar, a bald man wearing a red robe embroidered with a large number of complicated black patterns was holding a notebook in his hand and writing something continuously. Hearing the tragic wailing from behind, he sneered without looking back, and continued to write.
The scar on his left eye trembled ferociously.
"Um?"
Suddenly, the bald man in red robe cast his gaze in a certain direction.
"What's wrong? Marco."
Sensing his gaze, the tall man standing on the altar lowered his head and asked slowly.
The bald man known as Marco narrowed his eyes in that direction and said in a deep voice: "A priest has entered the Dark Trace. The one with the silver level should have an official-level apprentice with him."
"He and his apprentice used magic once on the matte trail before. I thought they were two stowaways and ignored them... Now it seems," as he said this, there was a hint of ferocity in Marco's eyes, "I'm afraid we can't
Stay."
"I will continue to destroy the failed products," Black Robe immediately made a judgment. "You bring a few more Ashes to hunt them down. In the name of Higgs, who has a snake in his eye, no one will be spared."
Marco nodded, waved his hand casually, and didn't look back at him. He just patted two or three people as he passed by, signaling them to follow him, and then hurriedly ran in a certain direction.
The man in black robe watched them go away, remained silent for a long time, and then continued to cast his terrifying abyss-like gaze on the believers below, and said in a deep voice: "Next one."
In a voice that no one heard, he squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "...arrogant idiot."
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Until now, Macon thought that his colleagues were still in the Trace of Light.
Little did they know that as early as half a month ago, they were used as test subjects by the people of the South Wind Ring for demon transformation experiments.
Not only were human experiments conducted on them, but they all failed and were transformed into glimmering creatures without intelligence. If Macon carefully searched for the glimmers in the Trace of Light, he might be able to see the comparisons between the faces and bodies of several glimmers.
familiar.
The corners of Roland's mouth curled up slightly.
Performing magical spells after entering the Lightless Trace is completely different from performing it outside.
Embers have the ability to sense nearby priests and magical users. The higher the level, the more information an Ember can get. If Roland remembers correctly, the highest level Ember in the world is also an Ember.
The founder of this profession, Marco. Deadwood, who is half a step above the golden level, is in the Trace of Light at the moment.
After Claude used the Silencing Barrier, although his actions would not make any sound, the magic buff itself was a very conspicuous symbol. If nothing else, he should be heading here with the mighty Embers now.
Come.
While Roland was casually telling everyone about some beans, the four fingers of his left hand hidden in his robe were shaking regularly at an extremely weak frequency.
This is a very high-end spell-casting technique, generally seen in the hands of tricksters and trickster wizards. It is used to cast spells with extremely weak fluctuations during monitored conversations to achieve unexpected effects of confusion or assassination.
Effect. Trickster is the first large-scale guide written by Roland. Fortunately, he has not forgotten it so far.
After all, this is the spellcasting technique of the legal profession, and it cannot be applied mechanically to divine magic. However, the difference between divine magic and witchcraft in the early stage is not big. The legal system is like a hexadecimal operation, while the divine magic is hexadecimal.
. But the parts before ten are the same.
This witchcraft spell-casting technique can only be used on second-level divine spells at most. At the cost of four times the casting time, a divine spell can be cast silently, without movement and fluctuation. The disadvantage is that this technique cannot eliminate the divine spell.
Or the aura after the witchcraft is successful, but it happens that any lighting method, including the aura, is ineffective in the Aphotic Trace, and the only one who can detect Roland's spell using just perception, Father Claude, at this moment
But because Roland's formation was at the very back, he couldn't detect it because it was too far away.
The magical spell that Roland had to go through a lot of trouble to perform is the only entanglement spell he currently possesses.
While the group of people passed by a certain wing tree, Roland's left hand touched the surface of the wing tree without any trace.
Then using the tree as a point on the circle, Roland unknowingly led everyone around in a circle.
In an environment with no light, no sound, and no reference objects, everyone was almost completely unaware that they were going in circles. The only one who was vaguely aware that Father Claude did not seem to be walking in a straight line was thinking about what Roland had just said.
He was relieved after saying "Try not to stay still in the lightless trace".
Anyway, I just came in to avoid the Glitter Pterosaur. You can leave after it comes back.
After seeing Roland avoid several powerful glimmering creatures in clever ways, his confidence in Roland greatly increased.
Speaking of which, you can't hear sounds from the outside world inside the silencing barrier, and your field of vision is only a point in front of you. How can you confirm that the Skimmer Pterosaur is back?
Although he was confused about this matter, Claude thought that he might as well listen to Roland's opinion first. If he couldn't make up his mind, he could always run away with Claudia - he was still in no hurry.
Therefore, even Father Claude relaxed his vigilance a little.
When he passed the spot where he had cast the spell for the third time, Roland's ankle was silently entangled by a long vine.
It’s almost time——
When Roland and the others walked half a circle again and reached the farthest point from that point, Roland calculated that the Embers were almost there. Roland's heart moved, and the vines wrapped around the wing tree suddenly shook.
Tightening, a huge force came from Roland's feet.
Pretending to be caught off guard, Roland exclaimed, and Roland, who was at the front of the team, was dragged into the jungle on the right.
Father Claude and Kruveen immediately realized that something had happened to Roland. But Macon had said before that there could be no one in the Trace of Light, and several people subconsciously thought that Roland had stepped into some trap, or that something had happened to him.
It was snatched away by some monster with the ability to capture remotely.
Out of concern for their temporary companions and the importance of being a guide, everyone immediately launched a search for Roland. However, in this special environment, they did not dare to separate from their companions, and could only greet everyone at the same time as Roland suddenly disappeared.
Place forward search.
Being dragged down by An Ruosi's speed, Macon, who was trapped in the formation, could not even use half of his own speed. However, Claudia reacted and asked Claude to use the magic of group acceleration on everyone.
But after the magic was cast, Macon and Kruveen, who were at the front of the team, suddenly stopped before they could even take a few steps forward. Although the people behind them could not see clearly what was happening at the front, Macan
There couldn't have been a reason why Ken and Kruveen stopped suddenly.
"You two, stay back and be careful."
An old voice sounded behind Anruosi and Claudia. A thin but powerful hand gently rested on the shoulder of the noble lady, gesturing for her to move back. The old man who noticed the dangerous smell in the air said sternly.
Face silently carrying his cane, he came to the front of the team.
After seeing clearly the appearance of the blocker in front of him, the old priest's pupils shrank instantly!
It was not fear, but anger——
There were about two or three people. Due to the limitations of the field of vision, it was impossible to determine whether there were other people behind him. What caught the old priest's attention the most was the bald scarred face. He was wearing a dark red robe with a dark magic spell on it.
The pattern outlines a poem full of madness and hatred.
That verse was very familiar to Claude.
"Since God has abandoned me, I will smash the idols with my bronze sword like an earthen pot. I only hope that the shepherd will be bitten to death by wolves and swallowed..."
The old apologist whispered the beginning of the blasphemous verse written in divine language on the enemy's robe, and slowly opened his eyes that had been squinting, with blazing anger burning in his clear blue pupils like a child.
"Oh? Bishop Claude? Long time no see. The old man is not dead yet."
The leading man with a fierce face had his mouth cracked, revealing shark-like teeth: "I just want to ask you: How is Sivir, that bitch, doing?"
"Don't insult my God! Those who abandon God!"
Claude shouted sharply, and the one-foot-long sword blade at the end of the cane suddenly popped out. After several magical blessings were completed, the old man's aura suddenly increased again and again, and even Macon and Kruveen were blessed with many benefits.
.
He took one last look at the fresh blood on the steel whip behind the red-robed God-Abandoner. Filled with great anger and guilt for Roland, he rushed forward with his sword and staff like a tiger descending a mountain.
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