"It's over?"

Alva looked at the corpse on the ground, startled, and thrust the silver sword back into its scabbard.

"It's dead."

"Burn the body, so that the gods will not be able to resurrect him."

Charles grabbed the last white teleportation stone on the table in his hand, and asked as he lowered his head in thought, "...... Miss Meloti, is there any spell that simulates sound and makes it impossible for high-level professionals to see through it? ”

"Onomatopoeia spells?"

Meloti also stared at the communication stone in his hand, as if she understood the priest's thoughts, and replied without thinking: "Ordinary confusion control spells are just hallucinating the person on the other end of the communication stone, not real onomatopoeia...... You'll need a master spy to teach you onomatopoeia...... It just so happens that we have a master spy in our lordship......"

"Spymaster?" Charles nodded slightly.

This is a variant of the advanced class, which requires a very high level of attainment in the skills of 'bluffing', 'negotiation', 'camouflage', 'forgery', and 'gathering information'. A skilled spymaster can completely conceal his faction, perfectly replace his identity, and can fight against the prophecy spells of the Detection class.

If a spy imparts a skill, or sells him an onomatopoeia item, Charles can do a lot of things with the white teleportation stone.

The communication network radiated from this white teleportation stone may cover half of the land, and if it can be used, the dynamic situation of the Resurrection Holy Church will be under control, and the benefits will naturally not be mentioned.

Not unexpected.

The Dark Priest is dead. There are no resuscitated resurrection items on the body.

Soon after, Meloti used an elemental fire to completely incinerate the corpse, which symbolized that the heroic professional had disappeared from the continent forever.

Players participating in the story campaign. All received a system prompt at the same time.

"[Arabe - Final Finale (End)] (Completed)."

"Main City Main Quest (1) has been completed."

“…… Reward audit...... The system will rank players according to their individual performance, and issue task rewards in multiple tiers......"

It's over!

Outside the temple, seeing the text messages in the field of vision, Blood Eagle and Bussman looked at each other and laughed.

The Twilight Blade players who were still lined up erupted in cheers, all of them looking excited. The rewards for three consecutive major campaign missions are very much to look forward to.

The underworld is in a carnival.

A blood-colored bat hidden in a dark corner, "whoosh", escaped from the secret door like lightning. In the blink of an eye, it was about to fly out of this noble manor.

And at this moment, accompanied by a string of strange laughter. A large golden owl intercepted the blood-colored bat in mid-air, and its sharp beak pecked hard at the bat's wings.

"Ah......h

With a panicked scream, the bat tumbled to the ground, and the Blood Clan's magician Mahi turned into a human form on the ground. Covering his bloody left arm, he staggered and ran.

"Still want to go?"

The golden light landed on the wall in front of her.

The owl Mebius stood on his legs, stared at the magician with red eagle eyes, and sneered, "...... Hey, little vampire, you should know who I am, so do you still want to run? ”

“…… Grand Duke of Golden Feather? ”

"Mebius. Raul? ”

Ma Hope's eyes were full of despair in the owl's eyes.

An immortal demon pet who has lived for hundreds of years, is in the quasi-legendary realm, and was made a duke by Azeen IV because of his exploits in the Demon Dragon Rebellion in his early years. It's here!

"Is she here too?" Mahi subconsciously looked left and right, obviously looking for someone.

The Immortal Pet is the most loyal servant of the Raul family's rulers.

Since Mebius is here, then she should be the female lord Milman. Raul is also definitely nearby.

"Bloodline?"

"It seems that the blood is still very pure. Interesting, I don't know which Blood King you are descended on. ”

A faint female voice made the magician quickly lower his head to show his respect. Mahi's face was full of fear, and she said with difficulty: "...... Your Excellency, I am only at the behest of Ron, the priest. I have no intention of violating Arabe, and I ask you to forgive the sins of a young descendant of Simon's family. ”

A large part of the sorcerer's horror comes from outside oppression.

At the moment when the female lord Millman appeared. Mahi was keenly aware that the space around her was completely confined, and she now had no way to go to heaven and no way to go down to the earth, and there was no other way but to beg for it.

Sorcerers are basically a group of pan-believers, and in the face of threats to their lives, they have to give way to all beliefs. Mahi knew very well that if she wanted to live, unless the female lord was willing to let her go, even Bane would not be able to save her by descending her incarnation.

"The Simon family?"

Milman was wearing only a silk mage cloak, with long brown-red hair scattered over his shoulders, standing in the shade of a tree not far away, and a sneering smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth: "I remember that the people of the Simon family either believe in Sha'er, the lady of the night, or Musk, the god of thieves...... In this way, you are a rebel in the family, otherwise how would you believe in Bane. ”

"A little vampire who has betrayed his family and dares to report himself in front of me."

Mahi opened her mouth, begging but not knowing what to say.

In the face of sheer strength, the skills of observing words and colors that she had been given by her profession as a trickster were useless. But Mahi was still trying to maintain the respect that an exemplary professional deserved, at least she didn't kneel down and plead.

"Not bad."

A hint of discoloration flashed in Milman's eyes, and he said, "I happened to have a bottleneck in one of my experiments on the Bloodline recently, maybe the bloodline of those little vampires was too low...... If you'd like to come and help me with my experiments......"

Before the female lord could finish speaking, the Blood Clan magician hurriedly nodded.

"Your Excellency, no matter what the experiment, as long as you are willing to spare my life." Mahi showed no signs of resistance.

"Hmm." Milman nodded slightly, then smiled at Mebius instead, "Wait a minute, you can ask that Coming Priest to meet me at the Wizard's Tower, he's doing a good job." ”

Mahi lowered her head, a look of surprise on her face.

It turned out that this person had already noticed the existence of the temple, so it was a matter of course that the underground temple was destroyed. Mahi was glad that she was not one of those godly believers who did not follow the temple to be buried.

The mage and the magician departed.

The big owl stood at the head of the manor wall, waiting.

Late at night.

Leaving the task of cleaning up the temple to Blood Eagle and Busman, Charr, Yufy, Haunting Dreams, and Fingertip Quicksand returned to the surface first.

Charles saw Mebius for the first time.

"Holy Presence, Milman summons you, please come with me." Mebius glanced at the four of them, flapped his wings and flew into the sky, "These little friends of yours can also come and ...... together" (to be continued)