This is a very special door.
The bright and bewitching red is its main color, but apart from these colors, it looks more like the mouth of a ferocious beast. Anyone who enters it will be swallowed.
There are guards here, but at this moment, these two guards were knocked to the ground by Lehman.
However, Lyman, who was the winner, frowned—because the two guards in front of him had been dead for a long time; simply put, they were two undead creatures.
The reason why he frowned was that the two undead creatures did not show any characteristics of undead creatures. On the contrary, both their speech and behavior were the same as normal humans.
Especially the breath, it is completely the same.
The undead exudes the same aura as the living, which is enough to make people curious, and what is even more curious is the weird door in front of them.
Because of the "picture after he touched" that appeared in his mind, Lehman very consciously did not touch this weird door, but looked at it carefully, and in his mind, various things kept appearing. assumptions; however, no matter what the assumption is, it is generally the same result.
And such an indistinguishable result naturally made Lehman start to look away.
He will not doubt his ability, therefore, he will never doubt everything he assumes; and after setting aside these two items, the only possibility is naturally that he chose the wrong direction.
Lyman looked around—
This is the deepest part of the Inquisition, and only a few corridors leading to it are like two corridors in a mess, and one of them is full of traps.
And the reason why he was able to enter here smoothly. Naturally, it was because of the help of the Archbishop of House; not only did he give him a complete map. And the distribution of most of the patrols here; on that. Lehmann expressed his gratitude, of course, to his allies for finding such an assistant.
As for Archbishop House himself
Lehman didn't feel any gratitude, because he knew very well why the other party did this.
Lehman has always been very clear about enemies, friends, and the existence in between.
According to the map in mind. Lyman looked to the other side of the corridor.
At the very center of this corridor is this weird gate, and on both sides, there are the two correct passages, like a "convex" character.
There are corners and turns, and it is not flat.
At this moment, the position that Layman was heading for was on the right side, the road full of traps.
After avoiding the traps one after another, Lehman easily came to the first corner, and he started to look again. And after a while, his palm lightly slapped on the wall in front of him—
slap, slap, slap...
boom!
Ka Ka Ka!
After several consecutive useless attempts. There was a sound of a machine spring, and the stone wall in front of him began to move to the right, while Lyman clenched the long sword in his hand—the dagger, which Lyman did not discard, was inserted into the scabbard, and The long sword in his hand at the moment is the standard long sword of the deacon in black.
Although it is a standard long sword, it must not underestimate its sharpness, especially when facing flesh and blood creatures, even a rusty sword is deadly enough, let alone a long sword that is designed to kill people. The sharp toughness and the curved sword spine all exist for cutting.
Therefore, when the sword light flashed, the four people rushing in front of them fell down like this.
They were dressed the same as the two guards in front of the extremely weird gate before, but their aura was slightly different. Although the aura of the undead still did not exist, Lehman could feel it on the four guards. Furious breath, and after a little inspection, he was very sure.
"Crazy after backlash?"
Lyman muttered like this, and then stepped forward.
The map obtained from House, after entering here, everything becomes useless, and the rest has to be explored by oneself.
Although Laiman doesn't have the [Blind Fighting Perception] like Ye Qi, his own ability is enough to deal with everything in front of him.
Behind the opened stone door is a long and narrow corridor, which can only allow two people to pass side by side. Only the entrance is a little wider, and a few more people can stand there, but the range is still limited; Lyman stepped over the corpse on the ground, Then step into the narrow corridor.
The lights dispelled the darkness, but there was no sound.
Except for Lehman's own footsteps, there was no sound at all, so if there was any sound under such circumstances, it would definitely attract attention.
However, Lehman just ignored it and continued to move forward.
There is a trap!
Leman's ability clearly told him what would happen if he paused because of the sound - a [phantom sound technique] and a delay trap, it seems very simple, but it is so simple, it is not Means its mediocrity, on the contrary, such a trap is excellent.
After hearing such a sound, anyone's normal reaction would be to stop and observe, and once they stop, the stone slab under their feet will begin to sink due to the continuous weight, very subtle changes, but when it reaches a limit Then, immediately, countless short spears and poisonous water would shoot out from the long and narrow corridor.
In the picture that Lehman 'sees', this is the scene.
At the end of the corridor is a staircase that rotates downward. After stepping down the staircase, it suddenly becomes clear, and a hall full of prisons appears in front of Leman.
Of course, more violent guards similar to those at the entrance also began to rush towards Lyman.
Perhaps, these guards are very difficult to deal with under certain circumstances, but at this time, they are very easy to deal with, even much simpler than ordinary black-clothed deacons.
When it was all sorted out, Lehmann started looking for a way to move on.
Although there was a gate in front of him, there was a trap—a trap filled with poisonous gas.
And such traps one after another. It was enough for Lehman to have a new understanding of the warden of the Holy Prison who died for a long time. Not just cunning. Even with a kind of banter.
To put it simply, it is to use the life sent by the other party as a kind of fun.
In this regard, Lehman has no qualifications to judge the other party. After all, if he is serious, he is not far behind—although their starting points are different, in essence, the result is the same.
but. Even so, Lehmann still hated the warden.
And when he found the right passage, this disgust began to become more intense——
This correct passage is located in a stone pillar in the hall as a support, a small door that can be entered by bending over in a flash, but the strong smell of corpses coming from inside makes Lyman frown endlessly, waiting until he sees it thoroughly When she understood everything in front of her, she frowned slightly.
Everything in sight. To use a metaphor, it is the combination of a slaughterhouse and an operating table.
Blood mixed with thick minced meat. It was spread on the ground like mud, the internal organs were discarded everywhere like garbage, and the intestines were hung on the top of the head like ropes.
Broken limbs and broken arms can be seen everywhere.
Of course, these are not the main points—Lyman’s disgust began to rise when he saw a human specimen with a horse’s head, or a tiger whose upper body and lower body were weird and uncomfortable.
Therefore, when he saw a combination of butchers and doctors rushing towards him, Lyman didn't even have the nature of the question, and directly raised his sword and harvested the lives of these existences— Although they should be intelligent creatures, Leman is not willing to talk to them.
When an existence like this on the left back fell under Lyman's sword, he approached another passage.
Compared to the previous bloody scene, this place looks a little cleaner.
However, the existence like a freezer made Leman speed up.
Even without the ability to 'see', Leman can clearly know what is inside, and after 'seeing', he is only more affirmed.
Another door.
Unlike the other doors, which have traps behind them, this one is harmless.
After pushing it away silently, Leman stepped into it, and at first sight he saw that weird door—obviously, this was behind that door.
Another entrance to the Holy Prison.
And the man sitting on a chair in front of him attracted Leman's gaze—
"Molan?"
Lehman asked with some uncertainty.
"No, I'm just Lord Moran's assistant!"
The assistant, who had exactly the same appearance as the warden, introduced himself like this.
"I need something!"
Lehman asked very directly.
"Even if you are a guest who walks in through the friendly passage, you can't take anything without Mr. Moran's permission!"
The assistant's answer was very rigid, like a robot, which made Leman's eyes flicker.
Facing an existence with real thinking and an existence with inherent thinking, the former seems difficult, but it is easy to overcome for various reasons; while the latter seems easy and has traces to follow, but that kind of Rigid, but enough to make anyone's rhetoric useless.
Therefore, Lehman tried to probe, and proposed: "What if it is an exchange?"
"Master Moran accepts the exchange, please follow me!"
As the assistant spoke, he walked towards the iron gate on the side—the easy agreement was beyond Layman's expectations, and a moment later, a sneer appeared on the corner of Layman's mouth.
He followed slowly.
…
Just when Lehman stepped into the Holy Prison, the first batch of 'guests' except Tozan appeared at the entrance of the mountain.
"Iyeta!"
Mordred sipped like this, the Pope standing on the bell tower on the top of the mountain, the latter was not surprised at the former's arrival, on the contrary he waved his palm like a friend meeting.
"Long time no see, Mordred!"
Iyeta said this, and then pointed to Tozan who was nailed to the outer rock wall, and continued: "Are you here for Tozan?"
"You are asking the question knowingly!"
Mordred said this, and after the words fell, the Tower Master of the Tower of Thorns seemed to have lost all patience. A dodge disappeared from the spot. when it reappears. Already standing behind Iyeta, her two palms were like the sharpest knives, piercing Iyeta's neck and back respectively.
The stern voice was obviously showing no mercy!
However, at the moment, such a merciless attack stopped abruptly—
"Morey!"
Such a voice suddenly appeared behind Mordred, subconsciously. The Tower Master of the Tower of Thorns turned around and looked behind him, only to see a woman in a plain coarse cloth dress standing there under the support of two black-clothed deacons under the bell tower. Old, but if you look carefully, it is exactly the same as the tower owner of the Tower of Wisdom.
"Mother!"
The tower master of the Tower of Thorns shouted like this, and then rushed there without thinking. When Mordred's body was still in the air, the two black-clothed deacons who were holding the lady were caught by a crowd. An invisible force distorted—a complete distortion of that kind. It's like a wet towel, the kind of twist that has been wrung dry.
but. Strangely, no blood flowed out.
boom!
Although the two deacons in black were distorted, the tower master of the Tower of Thorns did not approach the lady at all, and an invisible shield appeared in front of him, blocking his way.
Mordred frantically attacked the shield, and the lady inside was also beating the shield.
However, there is no use in the slightest, and it can't even make a sound.
"Tsk, what a touching picture!"
Iyeta stood on the bell tower, looking down at Mordred below, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then he said slowly: "Actually, you can ignore it, maybe...she is just a fake, fake !"
boom!
The tower master of the Tower of Thorns responded with a sharp invisible attack, hitting Iyeta's face fiercely, but it was blocked by Iyeta's raised arm.
"Is this how you treat your benefactor?" Iyeta squinted and smiled, "It took me a lot of effort to find her bones and resurrect her—or, do you think she can be like you, immortal Does it look like that dirty creature?"
"what would you like?"
Mordred looked at the imprisoned mother behind him, and asked in a cold voice.
"What do you think? What do I need most?"
Iyeta looked at Mordred and asked with a smile.
"You asked me to help you?!"
Mordred snorted coldly and replied.
"No, no, I just want to watch a good show! As for the so-called help?" Iyeta smiled disdainfully, "As a god, what help do I need? You really think too much of yourself, Mo Dredd!"
Speaking, Iyeta seemed to think of something, he patted his forehead lightly and said: "I forgot to tell you, the air in that shield is very limited, for normal people, one hour is the limit - if you don't If you let me see a good show, I can watch a good show... How about letting you watch your mother suffocate to death?"
After the voice fell, Iyeta felt the rapid flow of air.
However, he didn't care, instead he waved his fingers and said, "I don't mind if you shoot at me, but every time you shoot at me, I will shoot at your mother—one time at a time, how about it, very Is it fair?"
Iyeta looked at Mordred with a smile.
The previous strong wind had already dissipated without a trace; however, Iyeta still raised his right hand and snapped his fingers—
Snapped!
With a crisp sound, the lady inside the protective cover suddenly fell backwards—accompanied by the sound of fractures, the lady vomited blood and collapsed to the ground.
Roar!
With a roar, Mordred threw himself at Iyeta, completely giving up defense.
Obviously, after his mother was attacked, Mordred's sanity was suppressed quite a bit, showing a state of a beast.
"This is just to repay the blow you just made - if you attack again, I will return to your mother!"
Facing Mordred's close attack, Iyeta smiled lightly.
The attack stopped, and Mordred retreated to the protective shield. He turned around and slapped the protective shield, attracting his mother's attention - the Tower Master of the Tower of Thorns could only relieve his mother's pain in this way.
Compared to his extraordinary, his mother is just an ordinary person.
"Yi, Iyeta, stop!"
Tozan, who was nailed to the rock wall outside the bell tower, spoke with difficulty.
"What are you talking about? My dearest brother, I did not hear!"
Iyeta turned around and asked indifferently.
"I said... stop!"
Tozan roared loudly.
"Are you reprimanding me? This is the first time I've faced my brother's reprimand! This feeling is a bit special... But it's more disgusting!"
As Iyeta spoke, he raised his finger, and suddenly, a similar blood hole appeared on Tozan's right chest.
boom!
With a muffled crackling sound, blood flowed out.
The pain distorted Tozan's face, and Iyeta, who lowered his head, seemed to be admiring a work of art. After watching for a while, he continued: "My dear brother, as an audience, you need to have The quality of an audience, don't put forward any excessive conditions, just watch it quietly!"
"Hey, another guest has arrived! Come on, let's continue watching!"
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