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Lin Tuo disappeared out of thin air, as if he had never appeared before, leaving only a group of free wizards standing in the wind, looking at each other.

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The Northern Continent, the Dreite Kingdom, the Sacred Plain.

A solemn and depressing "small town" stands in the mountains with remnants of snow, covering a vast area.

The city is not big, and there are only tens of thousands of people living inside, but there are many tall buildings.

Inside, the streets are neat and tidy. Large and small churches and monasteries are symmetrically distributed on both sides of the street. Most people walking in the city wear priest robes.

There were occasional conversations and whispered discussions, and the air was filled with the sense of order brought about by majesty.

This small city is called "Hayeks", however, the people of the Draé Kingdom are more familiar with its other name:

Holy city.

Yes, this is the headquarters of the church, a city composed entirely of priests, priests, priests and Templars.

It stands alone at the northern end of the sacred plain, not far from the capital, and all daily needs are transported from the capital of the Drei Kingdom in the southeast.

For a long time in the past, this holy city was the place of worship for countless believers on the mainland. It was the closest, brightest and most solemn place to the God of Creation.

However, I don't know when, this holy city suddenly became daunting and terrifying.

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In the very center of the holy city, a magnificent church built of pure white stone stands here.

In a ceremonial hall deep in this pure white building, the current pope, wearing a gorgeous robe, a crown on his head, and holding a scepter, is sitting on the ground with his eyes closed.

His figure is quite tall, but he is also old. As one of the most powerful people on this continent, his life span and strength have exceeded too many people.

Unfortunately, but still unable to resist the power of time.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Suddenly, when the bell came through the cracks in the gloomy hall window curtains, the old man who was the pope suddenly opened his eyes.

What's palpitating is that there is a piece of pure black in his eyes.

It was far more pure darkness than those Templar knights.

Like an endless abyss.

Suddenly, the abyss seemed to tremble, and his body trembled slightly, only to see black threads pouring out of his skin pores.

It's like a broken doll pulled out of wool.

The dense black lines fluttered without wind, just looking at it makes one instinctively dizzy and fearful.

"what happened?"

As dozens of black threads broke, the pope whispered to himself in doubt, and the expression on his face became distorted in the next second, as if he was extremely angry.

After a few seconds of silence, he stood up and walked outside the empty hall.

The moment he opened the door, the expression on his face became majestic and peaceful again, and countless black threads on his body also gathered and disappeared.

"Mianxia."

The priest guarding outside the main hall saluted respectfully and did not dare to look directly.

The Pope was silent, nodded for the invisible, walked straight out, crossed the Avenue of Holiness, climbed the Steps of Innocence, and opened the door of faith. There were fewer and fewer priests nearby. Soon, his surroundings finally Completely empty.

There is only a dark and spacious corridor.

On one side of the corridor is a wall with sacred scrolls hung, and on the other side is a row of narrow windows.

The floor is covered with marble painted with religious patterns. The sunlight shines through the windows and spills diagonally in the corridor, without a trace of warmth.

"Da, da, da..." The pope's footsteps echoed in the corridor, and the hem of the gorgeous robe dragged on the marble floor.

Soon, a closed door without any decoration appeared in front of him.

"Great, supreme God, your loyal believer has doubts."

The old pope leaned over to salute, a hoarse voice sounded.

Immediately, the door opened suddenly, and inside was a narrow prayer room.

It is round and has no windows. The walls, floors and other corners are painted with sacred patterns. Only a gemstone on the top is illuminated.

However, when the door was opened, the whole world spread in the eyes of the old pope.

Familiar buildings have disappeared, and he is standing in an extremely vast, extremely magnificent, and extremely majestic hall.

Right in front, at the top of the hundreds of steps, was a god seat, and the one entrenched on the god seat was actually a giant made up of pitch-black mist.

"Oh?"

An ethereal voice reverberated in the main hall. The voice seemed to carry some confusion and pollution. If it were heard by ordinary people, it would only have a headache, but the old pope was intoxicated, like a holy voice:

"I sensed that a team sent to search for heretics was gone, and I couldn't sense their existence."

"They are dead," the black mist giant replied. "A heresy killed them."

"heresy?"

"Yes, a very special heresy. I can't sense where he came from, but only by virtue of the sense of nothingness, I can smell his sweet fragrance, which is more delicious food than wizards." The black mist surged. , Said.

The Pope was a little surprised, knowing that through his hands, the wizards who gave food to the gods in front of him no longer know how many, but they have never received a "delicious" evaluation.

"Please allow me to send someone to arrest him." He said.

However, the black mist paused before saying:

"For you, he is very powerful, and his whereabouts are secretive, unable to follow, he seems to be looking for you, maybe he can use this..."

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Not long after, the door of the prayer room in front of the Pope closed again, and the magnificent temple was also missing in his vision.

Turning slowly, the old pope walked along the corridor and walked out again.

Stop a guard outside: "Go and inform Archbishop Cisse and order him to contact the Knights Templars around the kingdom through divine magic and ask them to return to the Holy Plain immediately."

"Yes." Although the guard was puzzled, he didn't dare to ask questions, and immediately took the order.

Only the old man in Chinese clothes stood indifferently in the shadow of the church, with two deep eyes looking south, and the words of the "god" echoed in the already completely eroded mind:

"Use them as bait to draw that heresy here and sacrifice to me."

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Drae Kingdom, Solan City.

When Lin Tuo had difficulty, with the help of maps and constant "transportation", he looked for local people to inquire, and arrived at this city southwest of Oak Town.

I just met those church knights who had just received an order from the Holy City to evacuate through the magic arts.

After abandoning his hands and feet, the team was resolved, Lin Tuo once again said the same problem to the rescued wizards in the queue:

"Who knows, in what direction is the arrest team of other churches going?"

However, in the face of his inquiries, these people failed to provide much effective information. Only a few, at least a month ago, were seriously lagging behind and completely unreferenced.

This made Lin Tuo a bit of a headache.

After all, although he can overlook the entire continent through the body, he can even see some specific details through the "zoom" function.

But in such a large area, it is really difficult to find a few teams.

Lin Tuo also thought of using those "etheric lines" that spread to the sky to locate, but through observation and experimentation, he found that those Templar knights seemed to rarely practice.

Not to mention those wizards who are tortured at all times and are not allowed to have "meditation" opportunities.

"Should you continue to search, or go directly to the church headquarters?" Waved and let the wizards disperse by themselves, Lin Tuo wandered through the city of Sulan and began to think about this question.

If it was a normal internal fight between humans, Lin Tuo could not be so troublesome.

As long as you control the Pope and ask him to issue a release order, or more simply, pretend to be a god, issue a real "oracle" and inform the mainland, it can be resolved.

However, after eradicating two teams in a row, plus all kinds of information collected along the way, he had already determined that this incident was definitely not "normal".

The knights and magicians of these churches are quite weird, especially the black qi that pervades after death illustrates this point.

Considering that these people are acting in accordance with the pope's orders, Lin Tuo even suspects that the entire holy city and the high-level churches have been "contaminated".

This reminded him of the "secret seal" in Sandbox No. 1 that had influenced the mad emperor.

Difficult to do Lai Kingdom, similar items also appeared?

If these worries are true, then I am afraid that even if you send down the "oracles", it is useless, and even denied by the church and judged as a demon is impossible.

And if the Rendezvous Headquarters is directly erased, it will be simply and neat, but this will leave many hidden dangers.

Therefore, in Lin Tuo's mind, the most thorough method is to first eliminate the church knights scattered in various places, and then solve the "holy city" problem.

But the current interruption of the clue made him hesitate.

"Who?"

At this moment, Lin Tuo, who was thinking, suddenly felt something, and suddenly looked at a shadow beside the street.

Then, the light distorted for a while, and a middle-aged man in a strange robe took the initiative to reveal his figure.

"Your Excellency, please don't get me wrong, I'm just an incompetent, cowardly wizard hiding in the shadows." The middle-aged man opened his hands with a wry smile, indicating that he was not hostile.

"Wizard?" Lin Tuo raised his eyebrows slightly, not surprisingly.

Although the church is very strong in arrests, in such a large kingdom, there are always some wizards who can find ways to hide.

Especially the type of "talent ability" suitable for hiding.

"Do you have something to tell me?" Lin Tuo asked.

"Yes, dear strong man, are you looking for traces of the Knights Templar?

I have some clues that may be useful to you...Just before you arrived here, the church in Soran City received an decree issued by the Pope, asking all teams to return to the Sacred Plain immediately..."

"Go back?" Lin Tuo was a little depressed and moved in his heart:

Could it be that the news of the deaths of these people has passed back?

In this age of magic, this is not impossible.

"So? Are you here to tell me this?" Lin Tuo looked at him strangely after listening.

Immediately, the middle-aged wizard sighed deeply:

"Although I don't know what your purpose is, but you rescued the wizard. This alone makes me admire very much. I hope my news can be of some use to you."

After saying this, the wizard's figure blurred, and soon disappeared into the shadows.

Lin Tuo stared at the corner of the street for a while, under his hood, the corner of his mouth slowly raised, and his eyes turned to the north:

"The Sacred Plain... where the church headquarters is... This is, it saves me a lot of energy."