The entire building was on the verge of collapse, and although the explosion had stopped, the shaking had intensified, and the flames of the fire had gradually spread to the entire building from the bottom to the top. But the old bishop did not care about this, or rather, he became more and more frightened by it. But it is also strange to say, although the whole building has a tendency to crumble, but the old man who looks like he is trembling and trembling, and will fall down as soon as he hits it, is actually abnormal, and it can even be said that he has walked through one obstacle after another, whether it is the cracked floor, the collapsed wall or the burning wreckage falling on the corridor, it has not been able to stop the old man's footsteps. He rushed down the hallway like a mad bison and came to the library on the third floor.

At this moment, the library was naturally in a mess, and the bookcase that was originally leaning against the corner fell to the ground in a violent vibration, and the books inside were also scattered all over the ground. Many of the parchment scrolls had been completely consumed by the fire, and at this moment the bright and dazzling flames were gradually spreading upwards along the bookcase, as if the devil was cruel and greedy to destroy everything it had tainted.

Although he had already been mentally prepared, when he saw the scene in front of him, the old man couldn't help but turn pale and staggered against the wall next to him. His eyes widened, and he looked at the precious books and historical materials scattered on the ground with a heartache that were almost hopeless, and the whole person almost vomited blood in heartache. If he could, he would have just slammed his head against the wall. For the old bishop, he would rather accompany these books to their complete destruction than have such painful memories for the rest of his life.

But even so, the old man still didn't immediately choose to hit the wall. Instead, he took a deep breath. Forcing himself to calm down, he walked back towards the library. This time. The old bishop did not look on either side of the bookshelves on either side, which were supposed to hold the precious texts, but were now completely destroyed. Instead, he looked up, his eyes fixed on the statue of the Daughter of Knowledge in the center. Strange to say, the statue of the Daughter of Knowledge, carved into the wall, was still intact under such a violent impact, and had no intention of being destroyed. However, this is only limited to the statue itself, and the walls around her are already full of cracks at this moment. Not only has the skin of the wall been peeled off. Even the green bricks inside can be seen to have traces of breakage. At this moment, the entire library is already crumbling, and you can even feel as if you are standing on the surface of the sea. From time to time, there was the sound of something collapsing, and you could even hear the wail of the walls being overwhelmed and on the verge of collapsing. But all this meant nothing to the old bishop, who was now just looking closely at the statue in front of him—or rather, what it held in its hands.

Seeing that the statue was not damaged, the old bishop was a little more relaxed. But before he could do anything more, he heard a "boom", and the next moment the collapsed ceiling fell like this, grazing the edge of the statue and slamming down the stairs. The solid wooden staircase collapsed in an instant. Seeing this scene, the old bishop's heart, which had been relieved, was lifted again, and he hurriedly looked up at the statue, and only then hurriedly breathed a sigh of relief after finding that there was no problem. Soon, though. His expression became serious again. The old bishop approached the statue almost with his hands and feet, and then he reached into his bosom and took out a sacred badge from his bosom. After a moment of hesitation, the old bishop walked over to the statue. He put the badge in his hand into a groove there. Then I heard a soft "click", and a touch of golden brilliance instantly flew out from the statue. Immediately afterwards, with the sound of "boom", the hands of the statue of the Daughter of Knowledge that had been held in front of her chest slowly stretched forward, and then placed it in front of the old bishop.

At this time, the old bishop's expression also became more and more serious. He whispered a prayer with his hands clasped together, accompanied by the old bishop's prayer. Layers of golden runes emerged from the tablet of fate held tightly in the hands of the Woman of Knowledge, forming circle after circle enveloping it in it. It wasn't until everything was said that the old bishop breathed a sigh of relief, and then he stretched out his hands and solemnly picked up the tablet of destiny from above.

"Lord Bishop, why are you still here, this place is about to collapse!! Let's get out of here!! ”

And at this time, the paladin who was in charge of the report before also rushed over panting, obviously he didn't expect this old man to be so explosive, so that even he couldn't keep up. Seeing his arrival, the old bishop also smiled, he nodded, and then subconsciously took a few steps back, standing in the relatively safe area behind the platform. At this time, the paladin also hurriedly ran over and looked at the old bishop respectfully.

"Your Excellency, we must leave, or it will be too late."

"I know."

Hearing the paladin's words, the old bishop also nodded. Then he thought for a moment, then reached out and handed the slate in front of him to the paladin. And in the face of the tablet of fate handed to him by the old bishop, the paladin couldn't help but be stunned.

"Your Excellency, ......... you"

"I'm old, I'm afraid I don't have enough strength to protect it. Now I'm going to hand it over to you, and I want you to swear that you must take it away safe and sound, and that you will never let this slate suffer any damage, understand? ”

"Yes, Lord Bishop!!"

Hearing the old bishop's words, the young paladin was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly replied with a solemn expression. Hearing his answer, the old bishop smiled with satisfaction and nodded at the young paladin. And after seeing the old bishop's smile, the young paladin did not hesitate at all, and raised his hand like this, intending to take the slate from the old bishop's hand.

And at this moment, a dark light flashed silently. The next moment, the old bishop felt a sudden chill on his wrist, and then his hands fell to the ground. Blood spurted from the old bishop's wrist, spilling all over the unprepared young paladin's face in front of him. But before he could figure out what had happened, the black scythe had fallen again, and then he saw the young paladin's head tumbling and falling to the ground.

"This ..............."

Looking blankly at the naked neck of the young paladin in front of him, the old bishop's smile became extremely stiff for a while, and even a little dazed. He stared blankly at the bones peeking out of his neck, the drooping trachea, and the bright red flesh, and for a moment he couldn't react at all what was going on.

When he instinctively turned his head to look to the side, he was surprised to find that there was a person beside him, and he didn't know when someone appeared. She was wrapped in a black cloak and held a scythe in her right hand, looking like the Grim Reaper who was harvesting life. But this was not the focus of the old bishop's attention, on the contrary, his eyes were fixed on the stone tablet that the other party was holding in his left hand - it was the tablet of fate!!

"No, no!! Give it back to me, it's not yours, give it back to me!! ”

At this moment, the old bishop suddenly seemed to be crazy, raised the wrists of his hands that had been cut off, and frantically pounced towards the black figure in front of him. But before he could make any more moves, the next moment, a huge blade that roared down slashed from behind, completely splitting the old bishop's entire person in two from top to bottom. Immediately after that, the dark green chaos fire erupted in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, the old bishop's body was burned clean.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't yours, now, it's mine."

It was only at this time that Jenn leisurely stepped out of the shadows, looked at the corpse of the old bishop that had been burned to ashes with a somewhat mocking smile, and spoke softly. As he thought, the Tablet of Destiny was the most important treasure here, and it was absolutely impossible for it to be guarded without a high-level enchantment. And Jenn also knows very well that if he touches the enchantment, he is likely to be noticed by the enemy, and he is more likely to get himself into trouble and crisis. That's why Jenn came up with this solution, first using the blast to destroy the building, so that the other party mistakenly thought that the enemy was attacking from the front. In this case, the person in charge here must protect the Destiny Slate, so after realizing that this building is about to be completely finished, the other party is likely to choose to transfer the Destiny Slate. In the process of transfer, the original strict protection will inevitably be lifted. That's why he chose to ambush here with Tinidel in order to catch a rabbit that was too industrious, and as far as the situation is concerned, everything is going well.

Of course, the other party may not be fooled. But Jenn didn't care, anyway, this place was blown up. If the other party was really that sure, then Jenn didn't mind waiting for the entire building to collapse before looking in the rubble. Anyway, although the Tablet of Destiny looks like a stone tablet on the surface, it is actually quite hard, and there is no way to use it with ordinary means of attack. If it weren't for such an important thing, I guess it wouldn't have had this effect.

Thinking of this, Jenn sneered, then withdrew his greatsword burning with Chaos Flames, and turned his head to look at Tinidel.

"Alright, the target item has been purchased, next to ......... Let's take what we want! (To be continued.) )