This is big news!

As soon as Charles heard this, he judged in his heart.

No one had come to inform him that he was going to the Gisyankees' ruins, which meant that perhaps the situation was urgent, or that there was something too hidden in the ruins for him to see.

Regardless of the truth, Charles speculated at this time that it was highly likely that the Bane Church had not completely taken over the half-plane.

Based on this speculation, Charles felt that it was very necessary for him to explore the ruins to find out the truth. If, according to the news brought back by Mahi, all the priests in the temple have passed away, regardless of their status, then he can undoubtedly use [Musk's shadow brooch] to mix in safely.

"There shouldn't be a hidden eye in this room...... "Charles decided, and out of caution, he looked carefully around the bedroom illuminated by the dim glow of the oil lamp.

[Detection Magic]!

Throwing out a commonly used zero-level spell, the magic aura instantly spread from Charles's fingertips to every corner of the room, Charles slowed down his breathing, his eyes scanned for a few minutes, and after a moment he muttered: "There is no trace of magic and magic props." ”

"It seems that Isaac has ordered someone to clean the room before, and he didn't even leave a magic lamp, I'm afraid it will cause Ron's disgust."

Charles was relieved to think about it.

Isaac knew that since he had brought in another dark priest to help, he had to show enough sincerity and respect. To spy on a heroic priest with strong perception, ordinary magic and props may be exposed, and other means are unnecessary, so it is estimated that Isaac simply gave up after thinking about it.

"The two Dark Guards at the exit of the hallway are still there." Mahi suddenly remembered something and reminded.

"Hmm. It's not going to be all gone. Charles smiled. The right finger gently caresses the shadow brooch on the left chest. Between the changes in his mind, the Pastor of the Holy Advent standing in front of the mirror also changed his body shape and appearance.

The man was a little shorter.

The long black hair has not changed, and the appearance and characteristics of human beings have not changed much, but the priest who has been disguised with holy relics has become a gloomy owl, and his dark eyes seem to hide a cold sword. Razor-sharp.

Then he pulled out a spare black cloak from the backpack space, wrapped around his body, and pulled the hood to cover his head, revealing only half of his face.

Charles nodded to himself in the mirror.

He had just presided over a prayer meeting at midnight, so it was not difficult to imitate the general appearance of Pastor Bane by impression. As far as he knew, the relationship between cultists was generally cold, and the chances of him being caught and debunked by other priests were slim, and besides, there were too many priests in this dark temple, and there were hundreds of apprentices alone. Isaac should have been able to anticipate the chaos of the temple's management as he frantically expanded to recruit followers.

Let Mahi transform into a little bat first. Scooping out the door, and when no one passed through the corridor, Charles quickly walked out of the bedroom and closed the door with his hand.

Smack, smack, smack.

The sound of boots stepping on the shiny tiles echoed through the corridor. The little blood-colored bat was hidden in the cloak, and Charles held the wooden emblem in his hand, and covered the pattern on the front of the emblem with his palm, bowed his head slightly, and walked out of the corridor quickly.

At the exit of the corridor stood two statue-like Dark Guards, whose inextinguishable torches burned on the wall, emitting light, and the dark armor of the Dark Guards reflected the fire.

The Dark Guard didn't stop the priest, but as Charles passed by, a pair of red eyes in the pitch-black helmet suddenly lit up, staring at Charles' back for a long time, until Charles disappeared into the apse, and the two guards returned to a stone state.

Call.

Leaving the apse, the nave and the front nave are very relaxed, and no temple guard will idle to pull a priest and ask questions.

Under Mahi's guidance, Charles hurried out of the temple and into the southwest region of the half-plane.

This is not the endless Gobi Desert, but a bit of an idyllic scenery. However, the plants in the ridges and the trees on both sides of the road do not grow very well. There is no sunlight or water in the half-plane, and it has been a sensitive time recently, and the priests who used to cast spells on plants may all be transferred to do ritual-related matters.

The temple undoubtedly inherited the fields of the Gisyankees, otherwise without the cultivation of the druids, with the state of the soil in the half-plane, without the reclamation of one or two generations, there would be no harvest.

Behind the fields, there are the remains of the Gisyankees.

A large palace stands in the middle of a large area of earthen houses and stone houses, and in front of the palace there is a leveled square with statues of spaceships, statues of dragons, and statues of heroes of the Giss Yankees.

On the way, Charles met a group of probationary priests, young men and women of seventeen or eighteen, who were following them unhurriedly in cloaks and wooden emblems, and the probationary priests had nothing but trepidation and uneasiness in their hearts.

"Adult ......"

Finally, an older male probationary priest, unable to endure the dead silence and oppressive atmosphere on the road, under the puzzled gaze of his companion, Huo Di turned to meet the black-robed priest.

The Probationary Priest lowered his head, unable to read his expression clearly, and said with a hint of tremor in his voice: "You, why are you following us?" ”

"With you?" When Charles was changing his appearance, he also changed his voice with a holy relic by the way, and at this time he smiled coldly, "This road goes down, and it is the temple of the Gisyankees, and I will go there." ”

He didn't lower his voice, and when he heard this, the pastor in front of him and several young probationary pastors who were standing a little farther away all breathed a sigh of relief.

Observing this detail, Chardon could guess how difficult the life of this group of probationary priests was in the temple, to the point that they were all soldiers.

Trainee priests, not really professionals, compared to ordinary people and militiamen, they just have an extra "trainee priest" template, the basic attributes are 1-2 points higher on average, they will lose some zero-level magic skills, they can treat the slightest external injuries, and they are the lowest level of existence in the temple, taking care of all kinds of chores.

If the church of God is good, the official pastor with a good personality will do his best to educate and guide his apprentices. In the church of the evil gods, the relationship between the teacher and the disciple, and even between the disciple and the disciple, is naked and cruel, and everything is based on profit.

Seeing Charles following him all the way, these priests were probably worried that they didn't know when, and they had unintentionally annoyed the priest who was qualified to hold the wooden emblem, who was about to be murdered in the wilderness.

Yuraia had lived in the Half-Plane Temple for three years, from the age of sixteen to the present, and the trainee priests around him had changed one batch after another, and he knew better than those young companions the bloody secrets of the Cult of the Evil God.

Formal pastors fear that other highly qualified apprentices will surpass them and will target and even murder them.

Disciples and disciples, in order to make the mentor appreciate, or to fight for the reserve seat of the Templar Knights, one by one fought like enemies.

Yuraia often thanked Lady Luck for her kindness. As soon as he arrived from the slums, he was taken by an academic priest. The mentor later devoted himself to the study of the scroll, leaving all the day-to-day affairs of managing his disciples to him, and Yuraia's nature was not bad, and with several younger siblings who were also apprentices, he lived in the temple in a trembling manner, and nothing happened to him.

"My lord, this is your first time in the 'Black Domain', right?" Yuraia let go of the burden in her heart and cautiously glanced at the wooden badge in the priest's hand in front of her.

"Oh?"

Charles pulled his hood off and stared at the apprentice with a smirk, "How so?" ”

"Because the assembly after the midnight festival is not held in the temple in front of it, but in the underground...... Yuraia has no doubts about Charles' identity.

Because the temple has suddenly absorbed a lot of wandering priests and other wandering professions in recent times, such as the lost people like Charles, Yuraia has encountered several of them.

"Then I'll follow you." Charles waved his hand, "Lead the way." ”

He was not polite at all, nor did he mean to be polite, the Cult of the Evil God pays attention to the law of the jungle, and it is only by being stronger with the apprentices that he is in line with his status as a superior.

Of course, Charles had other things on his mind. Surrounded by a group of apprentices, he acted as a pastoral mentor, and he was able to fill in the last flaw in his identity, and no one would doubt him anymore.

Yuraiya was ordered to lead the way.

A few of the younger apprentices cowered and hid beside Yuraiya, occasionally casting respectful and fearful glances at the black-robed priest hanging behind them.

"My lord, this is the entrance to the underground."

In a nearby col, in front of a dark cavern lit by torches, Yuraia explained softly. (To be continued......)