This strange situation scared Marven!

The body of a god who has fallen for an unknown number of years can still move?

He couldn't help but rub his eyes.

When he looked at the statue again, it was silent again.

It was as if Marven had just hallucinated.

"Is it really a mistake?"

He walked around the statue twice, and the suspicion in his heart grew stronger, but no matter how much he tried, the stone sculpture still stood.

Her hands still glowed faintly, as bright as stars in the sky.

A feeling of evil came up from Marven's back.

He always felt that something was wrong.

Could it be that the lich did something to Miss Silvermoon's divine body?

In terms of witchcraft, although Marven can be regarded as knowledgeable, he is not an orthodox wizard after all, and his knowledge is still very limited.

At his level, he still couldn't see the lich's intentions.

Through the previous conversation between the Emerald Banshee and the Lich, Marven also knew that it would not be long before a kind of enchantment would open here.

He didn't want to cause trouble, so it was better to go first.

So he took advantage of the fact that the time had not yet arrived, and carefully walked around the dungeon a few more times.

Especially the heart of the dungeon, Marven was especially careful to observe for a while.

He found that the heart of this dungeon was in a state of sleep, and there was a sealed magic circle near it, and Marven didn't know how to study the magic circle, so he didn't dare to move rashly.

But the good news is that the heart of the dungeon is still usable.

If so, it's a treasure of infinite value, and if you can get your hands on it. Not much worse than the cornerstone of a shelter.

And through close observation, Marven also discovered. It was precisely because of the suppression of the sealing circle that the beating sound of the heart of the dungeon was much quieter.

Theoretically. This Dungeon Heart actually contains much more energy than it appears on the surface!

If he had the chance, he could find a way to get rid of this Dungeon Heart.

"That lich doesn't seem to have much interest in the heart of the dungeon, otherwise he would have gotten there a long time ago."

Marven analyzed it in his heart.

There is obviously something more important in the ruins of Regis, and the lich seems to only care about Miss Silvermoon's body, and even ignore the heart of the dungeon.

Otherwise, with the Lich's sorcery knowledge, breaking this seal shouldn't be a big problem.

The time was almost approaching, Marven shrunk again, turned on the witch spell, and left the Regis ruins safely.

Follow the dark tunnels all the way back. Leaving the bush, deep into the Black Forest, and back on the torch trail, everything seems normal.

Marven was lucky not to run into the Emerald Banshee.

But judging from her conversation with the lich, she was called by the lich to be a helper, and with the strength of the lich, she still needs a helper, and I don't know what this guy is planning.

Could it all have something to do with the Grip of Cold Light?

Marven had too many doubts in his heart.

And all that. It seems that we can only go to the Holy Light City to inquire about the news before we can continue to analyze and speculate.

Marven didn't delay, and after returning to the torch path, he summoned a horse with the staff of the gray eagle and drove away.

An hour later. The City of Light is not far away.

Marven dismounted, turned on the camouflage technique, and prepared to blend into the city.

The City of Light is heavily guarded. Non-human and celestial creatures cannot enter.

Fortunately, Marven had the pass opened by Eisenger, and the prosecutor of the Holy Light City did not embarrass Marven much. And let him go in.

As soon as he entered the Holy Light City, Marven felt uncomfortable.

It was a feeling of oppression.

The emblems of the gods flashed in front of Marven's eyes.

It was a man wearing a god symbol. They are all legendary powerhouses with faith. These people are usually of much higher status than ordinary believers, they are eligible to wear higher-ranking church insignia, and they are also given more gifts by the gods.

The City of Light is a country full of gods.

Although on the surface, the human powerhouses also have their own place, and with a few powerhouses and organizations, they are barely on an equal footing with the Heavenly Divine Kingdom, but the pressure on the gods is still very great.

Marven casually walked around, and found that the power of the temple had basically controlled two-thirds of the area of the Holy Light City.

The vast holy power of various attributes is constantly spreading, and there is a vague sense of competition between the temples.

The little bit of magician blood in Marven's body was suppressed very uncomfortable. In this kind of ghost place, it is difficult to open the various forms of the magician. Creatures such as devils or evil spirits would have to be under a lot of pressure if they wanted to get in.

"I don't know if Griffin succeeded."

Passing by the door of a temple, solemn knights guard the main hall, and everyone who passes by will withstand their cold scrutiny.

This feeling made Marven particularly uncomfortable.

Soon, he left the temple area and prepared to go to the place where humans lived, and ask for some information.

……

The areas occupied by humans are all in the northeast corner of the Holy Light City.

Compared to other areas, it is more like a normal human city.

There are taverns, inns, weapons shops, downtowns, neighborhoods, and long-term residential areas.

Regardless of the location, the tavern is always the fastest place to circulate information.

Marven observed the traffic of several taverns, and finally chose a tavern called [Whisperer] and got in.

The tavern was very noisy, Marven casually found a corner, shouted a glass of wine, and sat down quietly.

In the Holy Light City, there are really many legends like dogs.

Basically, the guests who visit this place have legendary rank and strength. Legendary strength, in a terrifying place like the Scarlet Wasteland, just like an ordinary adventurer, it's not a big deal.

They also need to live, and they also need to fight to improve their strength.

Unlike ordinary adventurers, they did not worry about their livelihoods, but came here for greater ambitions, to set out for a higher realm.

It is this kind of ambition that has become the greatest driving force for human progress, and it may also become the source of human beings' ultimate self-destruction.

Marven sat in the tavern for about an afternoon, and it was dusk when the bartender, who had been ignoring Marven so much, suddenly came over.

"Need help?"

He smiled brightly, a boy with very beautiful eyes.

"I didn't call for service." Marven shook his glass, and there was still half of the wine in it.

The bartender continued with a smile, "It's true, but I think you might need my help." ”

"You've been sitting here alone for a long time, and you haven't looked around, which means you're not waiting for someone."

"Your expression is very quiet, a strong man like you doesn't need alcohol to relieve boredom, then you came to [Whisperer] for only one purpose."

"Don't you want to inquire about something?"

He smiled confidently.

Syllable! Marven pressed his glass against the table, a playful smile on his face.

…… (To be continued......)