The darkness was like a curtain that obscured the view of ordinary people. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But for Qin Ran, who had reached the A+ level of perception, such darkness only made his vision blurry.

Coupled with the blessing of the rich negative energy on the [Evil Body], Qin Ran's vision was not affected in any way, on the contrary, he also gained some bonuses.

At least, Qin Ran, who was standing on the top floor of this high-rise building, could clearly see everything not far downstairs.

But O'Hara is different.

A faint 'power of the Templar' swirled across O'Hara's body, resisting the invasion of the rich negative energy around her, so that she did not die.

In fact, the normal 'Templar Power' has been completely suppressed by negative energy by reaching the center of Ceylon City.

If it weren't for the special features of the 'Spiritual Power', I'm afraid O'Hara would have fallen to the ground weakly at this time.

Even so, though, O'Hara didn't show any displeasure.

Her gaze glanced into the distance, and then she looked at Qin Ran.

There was a worry in his eyes.

Because of the bold plan, and the inevitable risk.

The Archdeacon of the Holy Church wanted to dissuade Qin Ran.

But just like the stubborn temper she remembers, she completely keeps dissuading.

Even, let her go.

But how is this possible?

The last time she left, she almost lost him.

This time?

She will never leave.

You will never make the same mistake twice.

But there are some things that she must remind Qin Ran.

"2567, I don't think Barry will tell the truth."

"Even if all this is really the ghost of the ancient country in the south, but they must have been a cooperative relationship at the beginning, and it was only because things developed beyond Barry's expectations, and he made a bad move to end up in the current situation!"

O'Hara gave her opinion based on what she knew about Barry.

"But what does it matter?"

"From beginning to end, whether it is Barry or the ancient southern country that made all this, they are our enemies, I will never believe the words of the enemy, I will only wipe out the enemy!"

Qin Ran said truthfully.

Although some clues were given to those alchemy transformation warriors.

But Qin Ran would never believe the clues left by an enemy for him.

Even if those clues seem fairly real.

Because, Qin Ran knows very well that the most dangerous thing is the nine true and one false clues.

That will make you unknowingly fooled, only to suddenly realize at the last moment that everything is a trap.

And most of them get to that point, it's too late.

Therefore, Qin Ran used a more secure method.

Although this 'cost' is expensive.

……

In the shadows, Qin Ran cautiously approached the target.

A bank near the city center of Ceylon city.

Once a temple, now a bank.

Even after countless wars and years, the once huge building complex has long disappeared, but the original style of the building in front of you is enough to make people see how brilliant the original temple was.

A large number of tall stone pillars serve as the façade of the door, supporting a 50-metre-high ceiling, and the granite staircase leads from the bottom to the top, and the real temple gate has long since been lost, leaving only a small door that has been copied by later generations: two free-opening and closing panels, and a width that allows four people to pass side by side.

This door is a very good door anywhere else, but it is completely as worthless as the bright moon and the light of fireflies.

Especially when people walk up the granite staircase, which is broken but still vivid, and when the mythical images of the gods emerge from the stone wall, the small door becomes even more inconspicuous.

But in front of this inconspicuous small door, there were nearly thirty alchemy transformation warriors guarding it.

However, soon, thirty alchemy transformation warriors fell to the ground silently.

A smile appeared on their cold, wooden faces.

A smile that has been longing for a long time and a life.

Then......

It's death!

Death crept in, plundering life.

Qin Ran's steps followed the Grim Reaper, and he pushed open the small door with a flash.

Behind the door, a narrow walkway.

There are no lights.

The darkness was like a mouth devouring anyone who dared to step into this corridor.

Qin Ran didn't care and headed in one direction.

When he heard a cry of pain, his steps were even faster.

Dozens of seconds later, a huge cage appeared in front of Qin Ran.

Qin Ran looked at the steel cage in front of him.

A fence the thickness of an adult's arm, one by one the arcane characters are carved on it, and the rich negative energy exudes a strange corrupting power along these arcane words.

The members of the Templars, like birds, were confined in cages.

They were tortured.

His body was covered in blood.

But more importantly, their spirits also seem to be somewhat brightened, and most of them remain in a sluggish state.

Only a very small percentage of people are still sober.

Looking at Qin Ran who appeared, these sober Templar members didn't have any joy, and they panicked and wanted to say something.

It's a pity that when they open their mouths, they show half of their tongues.

Not only that, but when these Templar members were just about to signal Qin Ran with their actions, on the iron railing engraved with secret scripts, small black arrows shot at them.

Whoosh!

Arrows sank into the Templars' bodies like smoke.

Let them roll on the ground in pain, but they don't have the ability to remind Qin Ran anymore.

In fact, even the reminder is already too late.

When Qin Ran stepped here, he had already fallen into a trap.

"Sacrifice!"

"What a wonderful evil force, only such a sacrifice is what I need - I've been waiting for you for a long time, 2567!"

Two voices appeared, one in front and one in the back.

The former has a fanatical voice, the latter has a cold voice.

But the two voices came from the same person.

The red-clothed, bald-headed Bred walked out slowly.

He looked at Qin Ran with satisfaction.

Qin Ran also looked at Brad.

Then, with the palm behind his back, he moved without a trace.

Brad immediately noticed such a small movement.

He smiled.

Rife with mockery.

The scar made the mocking smile hideous.

"Carving insect skills!"

"Didn't Nichaele give you anything more?"

"Don't you know that in the face of the people of the Roland faction in the south, things like illusions will only make you embarrassed and conspicuous?"

Breed's right hand grabbed Qin Ran's throat and lifted him up with one hand.

A black gelatinous liquid emerged from Breed's right hand, instantly fixing Qin Ran's limbs and head, looking at Qin Ran, who was struggling to be immortal.

Brad's fanatical, cold voice said in a loud voice—

"No need to struggle, it's about to start!"

"I'd love to see how the 'gods of the earth' will react when they fall short!"

In a burst of sick laughter, Brand carried Qin Ran and walked towards the center of Ceylon City.

There, the magic circle was completely arranged.

No longer one part, but all.

A magic circle based on the city of Ceylon.

Or rather: the altar!

A stone platform stood in the center of the magic circle, and the rich negative energy was like a dark cloud, rolling endlessly around.

A sharp knife made of gold lay flat on the table.

Quietly waiting for the sacrifice to come.

Bred carried Qin Ran and walked slowly onto the stage, picked up the golden sharp knife without any mercy, and directly inserted it into Qin Ran's heart.

Then, Brad flicked his wrist hard.

He wanted to try his best to crush Qin Ran's heart, so that all the blood in his heart could flow out.

But......

'Qin Ran' didn't have a trace of blood flowing out of his chest at all.

Moreover, the 'Qin Ran' in front of him was looking at him with a smile, and he gestured with two words-

Idiot. (To be continued.) )