Chapter 494： Holy light monster (1/2)

In the centuries-old Luan Cathedral, the sound of roaring and metal collisions broke the calm in the sanctuary. The pungent smell of the burning flame of the magical flame filled every corridor and room, and the volunteers gathered together. And the civilians set off a frenzy on the upper level of the church. The hidden gods and the Knights of the Holy See were found out from the hiding corners and dragged to the outside square. This terrible movement even penetrated the thick The ground spread to the underground palace facilities in the underground of the church.

Wright led more than a dozen white knights to walk in the deep underground palace of Lu’an Cathedral. The heavy and rushing iron boots swayed back and forth in the ancient stone corridor. The sound of the battle on the ground would come from time to time. It seems to be in another world.

Amber's figure continued to shuttle in the shadows of the white knight's team. She caught up with Wright's steps and couldn't help but wonder: "Have you been here? How do you see you so familiar..."

“The structure of the underground of the large church is similar. The main hall is in the direction of the Holy Spirit Tower. There is a rectangular underground palace with one or two intersections in the middle. This is fixed regulation,” Wright said as he walked. "Be careful, there may be enemies hiding underneath..."

"That's what I said...but I didn't see anyone along the way," Amber looked down and could only see the corridors and slate roads illuminated by the magic spar. "But it gives people a feeling... ...is a little weird..."

Wright did not respond, but silently communicated in his heart the induction of the light, accompanied by a layer of light shining in his eyes, this facility in the underground of the church showed a different form in his vision:

He saw countless translucent spirits floating in the deep, long corridors. The mottled ancient walls were full of incomprehensible essays that were incomprehensible to the mortal. The slate on the ground was infiltrated by a slight ray, and a layer of smog was coming from The gap between the slate floors rises and gradually fills the corridor.

Other white knights have also launched their own tactical eyepieces, alerting to all abnormal energy reactions.

"The spirits in the sanctuary were all alarmed..." Wright's footsteps gradually slowed down and his tone was very serious. "The energy field here is very active."

Amber seriously thought about it and found that he couldn’t understand it completely: "What do you mean?"

“The church gathers the spiritual power of the people. The more ancient and large churches, the more it is. In the past few hundred years, there have been countless devout believers and clergymen who are active inside and outside the church. They prayed earnestly during their lifetime and stayed here after death. The soul will form a strong echo in the underground palace of the church. This reverberation is not the undead, but approximates an unconscious empty echo. They are harmless and, to a certain extent, play a calming role, so people are walking. After entering the old cathedral, there will be a slight sense of relaxation that the priests call it the miracle of the Holy Light, but in reality it is a natural phenomenon that can be completely explained by theory,” Wright explained to Amber. This knowledge, frowning, "There are a lot of echoes here...but these spirits that should have been crouching underground... all seem very restless."

Amber suddenly got a goosebump, and Emily’s figure emerged from the air around Wright. The little girl opened her eyes and looked at the empty corridor in the eyes of ordinary people, waving her hands and those invisible spirits happily. The body greeted.

Wright immediately let the little girl go back: "Emily, hid, there may be danger here."

Amber swallowed a mouthful of water and wondered about the possibility of running around now. "Where is this in front?"

"It should be a prayer room, and the underground prayer room is dedicated to the church's principals," Wright looked at the end of the corridor. "The light there is... very active."

The squad raised his vigilance and began to move toward the depths of the underground facilities. Amber looked around and found that there was no suitable opportunity to let himself go, so he had to shake his head and keep his scalp up.

The noise from the top didn't know when it was going away. Those sounds that were utterly sounded were like being wrapped up by a thick layer of cockroaches, turning into a vaguely whispering whisper, and whispering there. In the middle, the corridor gradually came to an end.

An oak threshold squats quietly in front, and the magic spar lights on both sides of the wooden door radiate soft and warm light, while on the small open space in front of the door, quietly crouching in a figure wearing a black robe.

The white knights clenched the warhammer in their hands, and the amber also lifted the poisoned dagger for the first time. However, the crouching figure did not react at all unless it was a blind man, otherwise he could not hear from behind. Heavy footsteps coming.

Wright made a gesture to signal everyone to be on the spot. He himself was holding the hammer in one hand and cautiously came to the figure.

The other party has been dead for a long time.

Wright had a safe gesture. When others approached, he used a hammer handle to move the body in a black robe. The latter fell without any reaction, without any sound.

It was a monk who had tattoos on his scalp and a holy emblem on his chest, and his face made everyone feel very surprised.

There was no pain in his face, and there was no dull expression at the end of his life. On the contrary, his mouth was smiling and his face was peaceful and calm, as if he was still immersed in the boundless peace of joy before the gas was broken, and this tranquility Joy continued until after his death.