The number of priests in the church decreased significantly.
I'm a little worried about this situation, but I don't have a good solution.
Although I do have some research on spiritual magic, the spread and generation of ideological trends are completely dimensionality reduction attacks, and I can't even understand the principle.
People were still coming and going on the street outside the church, and it seemed no different from usual, but in my eyes it was completely undercurrent.
People look happy on their faces, but now that the war is approaching, they are actually in an extremely critical situation.
I sighed, feeling an inexplicable feeling of guilt in my heart.
"Sir, could you please give me some money?" A crisp voice came into my ears. I turned my head and saw a man in somewhat tattered clothes, with a gray face but bright eyes. Teenager: "My sister is sick. I want to buy her some medicine, but I don't have enough money."
I paused briefly, then took out a few silver coins from my arms and put them into his hands.
"Huh?! First, sir, there's no need to give so much!" The young man was obviously a little flustered.
"Just think of it as me... um, atonement? It doesn't really count. Forget it, just think that I'm more kind today." I thought about it and said, "By the way, what's your name?"
"Ah, my name is Gulem, sir!" The young man bowed to me.
"It's best to leave here as soon as possible. They will probably start fighting when spring begins." I waved my hand.
Gulem hesitated for a moment, then shook his head slightly: "Sir, this is my home... I will not leave."
"Do you think all danger will pass?" I said with some disappointment.
"No, I know those soldiers are coming, but..." Gulem sighed, "My sister can't leave. Her health has been bad. If I leave this city to escape, I can't help it. Make sure there’s nothing wrong with her body.”
That’s it…this person.
I was a little surprised that he didn't seem to be deeply affected by his thoughts.
"Are you a local? Where are your parents?"
Gulem shook his head and said: "They passed away very early, leaving only my sister and me to depend on each other."
"What a miserable life." I shook my head and sighed.
"That's how fate is." Gulem bowed to me, "I once heard a gentleman in the church lament that misfortune favors the poor. That's probably how life is... I'm sorry, I made you unhappy after hearing it too much. , you are really a kind-hearted gentleman."
Looking at Gulem's retreating figure, I don't know where the impulse came from to follow him and see the situation inside his home. However, reality does not allow me to spend time here. I have to find other people quickly. Let them leave here as soon as possible before they are affected by their thoughts.
First, I went to the caravan station to look for Ward, but I didn’t see him, so I told the steward to let Ward lead the caravan out of here as soon as possible.
Then I used my senses to find a few people who were collecting information in various places, and told them that something big was going to happen here soon. I didn't tell them what it was specifically, but just urged them to leave the city as soon as possible.
They didn't ask any questions and quickly left Banzan City.
At this time, I already felt that something was wrong.
The city defense base has not been activated yet.
Maybe he was waiting for me to leave, or maybe he was already entangled. In short, in the nearly half an hour since I left, there was no movement at all to open the city's defense base.
I looked back in the direction of the church, sighed, and said to a few people in the team: "Looks like I have to be a brave man."
Everyone looked at me in silence, and finally the thief reacted.
"Are you ready to... go in?"
"Let's take a look at the situation."
"Then we are still not as good as you." The thief sighed, "You are a good brother, we would not dare to do such a thing."
They looked at me silently, as if they were seeing me off.
"Can you please stop looking at me with that sensational expression that makes me feel like I'm about to die heroically?"
The thief thought for a while and then said: "The main reason is that you still have to do something with this expression, just like the brothers in the bard who want to do big things. You are usually the protagonist brother, and we all call him this number in private. People specialize in worshiping flags..."
That hair knife is called heroic sacrifice!
I waved my hand, then turned around and walked into the city gate.
The streets are still the same, but there are fewer and fewer people for some reason.
I walked into the church. At this time, the church slanted a phantom of color in the light, reflecting the shimmering mirror light on the altar in the afternoon.
There were only a few people inside, and the priest seemed to have disappeared, or perhaps they had already left.
It seems that the only option is to destroy the altar.
It's not a good idea, but... it works. The altar is the designated projection coordinate of the Holy See's defense, so the base point must be directly below it no matter what, and it is also a relatively weak structure in the entire base point.
I approached the altar and put my hand on it.
Then, a huge roar came from the ground, and the ground of the huge circular altar suddenly shattered, forming a huge slope, and below was a huge cavity, the structure was like the dome of a church.
Nested Sanctuary.
This is a ritual layout method commonly used by the Holy See when building churches. Its biggest function is to facilitate underground defense, but it is obvious that this layer of defense has lost its effect now.
However, the scene below... really surprised me.
On top of the huge stone semi-permanent magic circle, rebellious runes were smeared with red blood. The original flow of magic was destroyed, and even the holy pool that originally filled the empty spaces of the magic circle was dyed red.
The light from the dome poured into the underground space at this moment, and only then did I see the monster crawling in the darkness.
Those in priestly clothes, monsters.
and the body of the priest.
I'm not quite sure what happened here, but apparently some kind of effort failed, and...
Slowly the feather fell down, and I looked at the location of the altar.
There was a bishop in red.
Picture spots.
"...Am I being pretentious?" I sighed and said to him.
"I didn't expect you to come back." Tuban smiled slightly, still looking gentle and elegant, "I also want to thank you. If it weren't for you, I might not be able to catch up."
"So, you did all this?"
"No, I didn't do this." Tuban gave me an unexpected answer.
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