The Dark King

It didn't take long for Du Di'an to see a towering stone wall fortress standing at the end of this official road. The fortress was about 50 meters high. The outer wall of the fortress was like a hedgehog's back, full of sharp stone thorns, and some stone thorns were contaminated. With the dry blood stains, the corpse of the monster.

"The range of this fortress seems to be quite long." Du Dean said.

Francis haha ​​smiled and said: "This is not very long. This fortress surrounds the entire central area. It is the first line of defense outside. The actual length is not comparable to the length of one side of our giant wall."

Du Dian frowned: "The masters in the inner wall area are like clouds. There are so many strong people like you. Why do you need these fortified defense lines? Do you want to prevent these wild beasts?"

Francis shrugged: "Living inside a wall is always more secure than outside."

"But inside the wall, the view is blocked, how can you see the vast landscape outside the wall?"

Francis said with a smile: "This wilderness weed, there is no scenery, just don't look."

Du Dian said indifferently: "What you see is desolate, what I see is freedom."

Francis shrugged and rode a snow lion to the stone wall fortress. The standard armored soldier standing at the door saw his dress and mount, and opened the gate of the fortress from afar, greeting him on both sides.

A group of people drove into the stone wall fortress, behind which was a suburb, with several military camps and villages.

Du Di'an said: "I didn't expect such a desolate village in this central area."

Francis smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Du, our inner wall area does not have the concept of "village". The people who live here are the wives and children of the soldiers stationed in the fortress. These soldiers cannot move home for a long time, so they moved their wives and children to Living near the fortress and being able to accompany them, their wives and children can also farm here and look after each other."

Du Dian's eyes flickered slightly, without words.

The people drove along the road, and left the fortress in a blink of an eye. They ran across the rolling hills along the avenue. After more than half an hour, they came to a towering mountain and saw towns on the slopes and foothills. The outline of it, there is a lively voice.

"This is the St. Paul's branch of our monastery, Mr. Du. It's almost there." Francis said loudly in front.

Du Dian observed in silence that a town was standing on a hill, with scattered buildings and beautiful scenery.Francis did not take Dudian into the town, but walked along the back of the mountain road to the top of this mountain. When passing a stone gate, two young men in standard armor were seen guarding the gate.

The two saw Francis and others, and immediately saluted: "See Lord Saint."

Francis nodded slightly, entered the mountain gate and continued up the mountain road. After a while, he took Du Dean to a large square on the top of the mountain. He turned over at the steps and jumped from the back of the snow lion and walked into the square.

The same is true of the other five saints. Du Dean saw the snow lion and followed.

At the end of Xuebai Square is a magnificent monastery building, similar in style to a Western monastery. It is very different from the ancient Buddhist monastery. In front of the monastery are sculptures of two angels.

"This is our major seminary, and there are small seminaries and preparatory seminaries on the mountainside." Francis introduced Du Dean smilingly.

Du Di'an was surprised that the "monastery" institution originated from Christianity, and it was roughly divided into a monastery, a minor monastery, and a major monastery. I didn't expect this setting to be used here. Is this monastery from Passed down from the old times?Otherwise, why are the size names exactly the same as in the old era?

When Francis came to the steps, the dawn dawn just shone and landed at the door of the hall, which showed that the site of the big repair was extremely delicate.

"Come with me." Francis led Du Dean through the side door. It was dimly lit, and the wall lights were flickering. Inside the side door was a long passageway, which had walked for more than ten meters and had a few forks.Francis chose a walk, the light was getting darker and darker, and the corridor was still dense on both sides. After a few minutes of walking, he met several forks, and he chose one to continue.

It didn't take long for a spiral staircase to appear in front of the Midao Corridor. After going down the stairs, it was still a labyrinthine Midan Corridor.

"That's what happened inside your monastery?" Du Di'an asked. He didn't directly ask where it was, so that the latter didn't bother to say it, so he excited him.

Francis smiled indifferently and said, "Can the imagination of the universe contain the universe and heavens and earth? Just as you, if you enter the main hall of the college, this is a blasphemy against the gods, and I am going to take you to interrogation So, oh, there is another nickname for this interrogation office, called'Sura Hell', then you can taste yourself!"

Du Dian frowned.

Going down the secret road, down seven or eight spiral stairs, Du Dean felt that he was hundreds of meters below the square, and after walking for a while, he suddenly heard voices coming from the front of the secret road. The closer you came, the clearer your voice was, but it was a cry of sorrow.

From the fork to the bottom of a secret road, a clear scream came from outside.

Francis flicked the mechanism, and the chain pulled the iron door and fell. It was a prison cell-like place, but it was much larger than the average prison cell. The walls were covered with various torture tools, hooks, and iron brushes. , Scorpion, whip, etc. In addition, there are some human skin with hair. On the counter next to it, there are seven or eight glass jars in which the human head and tongue, heart and other organs are soaked.

Anyone who suddenly comes to such a place will be frightened and his legs are soft. The surrounding decoration and the blood stains spattering on the wall can remind people how much cruelty has happened here.

Du Dian glanced, frowning slightly.

Francis glanced back at Du Dean, and when he saw that his expression was still calm, he chuckled and said, "Mr. Du seems to have seen the wind and the waves."

Du Dian said indifferently: "There is no conclusive evidence, and I advise you not to sentence me."

"I thought you were not afraid." Francis laughed.

Du Dian gave him a cold look and said, "I just don't want to be touched by a fool."

Francis chuckled and shrugged. "I hope you can maintain this attitude. By the way, it's not me who interrogated you. It's our old minister of the Monastery of St. Paul's Hill." Handao: "Come and open the door."

The brawny man had a fat body, a round stomach, and his upper body was undressed. His shirtless shirt exposed white fat, wearing a black plastic mask, and he took off like a pig-killing butcher in the vegetable market. He turned and took off the side shelf. A bunch of keys opened an iron door next to it. The iron door was stained with blood and dust, and it was dirty. No wonder Francis would let him open the door.

Du Dian glanced at the prisoner who was hung up and beaten. The latter's hair was scalded, his body had scalds, whip marks, and only half of his fingers and toes were apparently inhuman.

The door opened and there was a passage inside.

Francis led Du Dean into it. After a short walk, he came to a few forks. One of the passages was much wider than the others. The oil lamps on the walls were also brand new. The wet floor was covered with wooden floors and a carpet. .

In the middle of the passage is a thick wooden door, scarlet paint, with a bit of cold air.

Francis knocked on the door and said, "Francis asks for advice."

A moment later, an old voice came from the room, "Come in."

Francis pushed the door in and saw the scene inside. The door that had just been fully opened was immediately pulled and turned to the five saints behind: "Go back first and wait for me outside."

The following five people were stunned, but no doubt about him, he nodded and retreated.

Du Di'an's perspective vision has long been seen. There are two heats in the room, human-shaped outlines, and they are sticking together at the moment. Realistic pictures suddenly appear in his mind, but this picture is not good-looking, but he was a little surprised to see Francis's approach. Then, took a deep look at the back of the captain of the Saints and followed in.

"Elder." Francis entered the room, bowing his head respectfully.

Du Di'an saw the scene in the room after entering the door. The floor was covered with soft carpets. The room was extremely spacious and decorated with many works of art. There were some white skeletons in the middle of these works of art. On a large bed, an old man in his seventies leaned against the bedside, and he embraced a curvaceous figure with a hot figure in his arms.

Du Di'an frowned slightly.

This is the old criminal minister of the monastery?

"This is that Dudean little genius?" The old man on the bed reached out and took over the glasses handed by the woman who was leaning against him like a cat in his arms, and looked at Dudean.

Francis bowed his head respectfully, not squinting, only looking at his toes, and said in awe, "Yes."

Du Di'an was also looking at the old man, colliding with his eyes, and suddenly felt a sense of dignity coming to the face. Although the latter was lying on the bed like a wine, the jade was on the side, but the eyes The middle is extremely deep, like a deep black quagmire. It seems that a giant, looking down at himself, can see all the secrets in his heart.

Du Di'an was shocked in his heart, and his hair was gently raised. His thermal vision could see. The heat of this old man was similar to that of ordinary people, but the woman in his arms was like a vigorous fireball. The heat emitted was more terrifying than Francis in front of him.

And such a woman with terrifying power, like a cabaret at the Moulin Rouge at the moment, did not care about his presence with Francis, devoted to playing with the beard on the old man's chin, it seems that this is the most interesting thing in the world.

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