The waiting process is often long, even for a quarter of an hour.

Seeing that the knight who had sneaked into the church had not heard of it for a long time, Xia Lan's heart gradually became restless. One was worried that there was an accident between the other party, and the other was worried that Casar would resolve the pursuit of the members behind him.

Although his wisdom and intuition told him that he should not stay here for a long time, he shouldered the heavy responsibility of Mommer's instructions and could not have evacuated at will without exploring the church. He sacrificed his three companions and survived many obstacles. When things were about to come, there was a reason to retreat?

Time passes slowly like the sand in your hand, except for the sound of the wind, everything is dull, and the magnificent Balia Church is just like the dead silence before. Compared with the past, there are no patrol guards, no worshippers, and no melodious singing of the choir, everything is so strange and far away.

Wiping the sword in his hand, Xia Lan silently walked out of the hidden corner and headed towards the church door. In just a moment, other knights continued to appear behind him. Faced with a dilemma, he knew that the road ahead was dead, but he resolutely chose to take risks.

Have enough to wait, have enough to stumble.

The momentary impulse was like a passionate young man, completely deviating from his style of conduct.

But only Xia Lan himself knew that what he wanted was nothing more than an answer.

Even if this answer means death.

Xia Lan is not unfamiliar with death. When you have experienced the taste of death more than once or twice, you will understand that death is not scary, and what is scary is meaningless death.

Since resurrecting the soul of a corpse, Xia Lan, who has reborn, has experienced despair and ordinary feelings. Her mentality is no longer extreme or crazy. She cannot tell the story of seeing through the indifference of the world. She has always found a little of her true self alive.

Although the confusion of his personality collapse still plagues his heart, sooner or later he will find his own life path.

It was afternoon, and the autumn sun shone with mottled colors through the church's painted glass window. When I stepped in the quiet hall, there was only a slight sound of footsteps in my ears. The church members who could be seen everywhere on weekdays seemed to have mysteriously disappeared, and no one knew their traces.

To be on the safe side, Xia Lan did not disperse the personnel to investigate, but walked forward together in the living room.

When passing through the chapel, a knight suddenly stopped. He frowned and stared at the chapel where doors and windows were closed.

"Seller?"

The companion patted his shoulder in confusion.

"I smelled blood from the chapel."

The words of the Knight Sailer made everyone stop at the same time.

Those who are familiar with him know that his sense of smell is particularly keen and can often find things that are difficult for ordinary people to detect.

"I'll go and investigate, you can cover me."

A knight volunteered to stand up.

He bowed halfway, and tiptoed towards the gate of the chapel with a short sword in his hand. After he felt no abnormality, he immediately kicked open the door, and then subconsciously took a step back.

"This is……"

In an instant, a strong smell of blood came over the face, filling everyone's breath.

Xia Lan quickly stepped forward and waited for him to see the scene in the chapel clearly before he knew why the knight who kicked the door was stunned.

In the huge chapel, people wearing church costumes sat on the ordered seats. On the table in the center was an erect blackboard. On the blackboard, colorful ink depicted the crucifixion of the saints, a chilling feeling permeated in the dark tones lacking light.

Walking in the aisle of the chapel, Xia Lan carefully looked at everyone, and then he found that there was a blood hole in the hearts of these church members who had lost their lives, and the hearts in the blood hole were all gone.

"Are these all the tricks of heretics?"

A knight trembled slightly and gritted his teeth.

"Perhaps we should be glad that no corpses of the Bishop and Hyde were found here." A knight who also observed all the corpses sighed.

Xia Lan stood silently in front of the painting on the stage. He didn't know how to appreciate art. Even if this painting of the saint's suffering was vivid, it would not be able to infect himself.

“Is this painting in the church of Vallad?”

"No!" a knight responded. "I have been to the Church of Valladar many times, but I have never found this painting."

Xia Lan used her fingers to splash outlined ink on the painting and then placed it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it.

"There is a smell of blood in the pigment, and the blood has not completely dried up. It seems that this is a recently completed painting."

"Is this the heretics' special humiliation of the Holy Church?" A knight said angrily.

"I don't know, but..."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Lan raised her hand and slashed the painting in front of her. In the blink of an eye, the blackboard carrying the painting cracked into two pieces and fell down.

Then, in the incredible eyes of everyone, they saw the familiar bishop's hand and feet nailed to the wall behind them, their heads drooped, their eyes dug off, and their pale face remained with a look of fear before death.

"We're late..."

Xia Lan shook her head and sighed.

"How could this happen! How could this happen!"

Some knights who couldn't accept reality growled in anger.

"If nothing unexpected happens, Hyde and the others will be in trouble!" Xia Lan said.

"Who can quietly assassinate them? Or is the murderer who killed the bishop and the others still in the church?"

"Are you talking about these two bugs?"

The person who answered the question knight came from outside the door of the chapel, a voice that everyone was unfamiliar with.

Bang bang-

With two light sounds, under the alert of everyone's vigilance, two twisted corpses were still in front of them, and the corpse itself stared at the eyes and died with his eyes open.

"Heaven dies!"

Before Xia Lan could see clearly the appearance of the outsider in the chapel, the knight closest to the other party was already rushing up with a sword in anger!

The visitor did not dodge or avoid it. Seeing that the sword was about to fall on his head, he just glanced at it, and the knight suddenly remained motionless as if he had been immobilized.

"I didn't want to kill you, but it's a pity, who made you break in."

The other party showed a sneering sneer. Before everyone could react, his hand that reached out to the front of the knight had already shrunk back. In his open palm, there was a bright red heart that was still beating.

Bang—

With a little force, the bursting heart splattered blood, and the knight in front of him fell down with a bang.

"Owen!!"

A sound of grief and anger came out of the mouths of the knights.

But Xia Lan's eyelids twitched straight towards the corner of the wall.

The strongest rule, absolute realm.

Faced with the mysterious enemy, Xia Lan knew that the gap in strength between them was like a gap, and even if everyone joined forces, it would be impossible to defeat the other party. At this time, the only thing he thought of was to escape.

He was right, why did they come in with a desperate situation?

Could Xia Lan answer the answer for her companions and self-pursuing?

Now, he did find the answer.

The meaning revealed by the other party is that the messenger behind the scenes does not seem to want to kill them all, otherwise they would have taken action before they broke into the church. Why wait until now? Is it a trick of cat playing with mice? Or is there any other reason?

Let this matter be put aside for the time being, and the most urgent thing is that he must escape from here.

The team of ten people who were following at the beginning is now only four people left. As if the defeat is imminent, the tragic and heroic person among them is told to whom?

"Green! Leave it to us here, you must live to report the changes that happened in the church to Lord Mommer!"

This is the second farewell the knights have given him.

Selfless sacrifice and dedication, fearless courage and determination.

"Everyone! Take care!"

Xia Lan broke through the wall without any hesitation.

On the way to escape, he felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart. After all, he brought everyone to death with one hand, and in the end, everyone used their lives to protect him from leaving. If he had known that, why did he have to do this? Regret would be useless. There would always be regrets on the road of self-choice.

Go past the hall, rush out of the arch, and return to the square.

There was a man who had been waiting early for a long time.

"I said you can't get through."

Selle strolled in vain to block Xia Lan's way, as if he had already expected this scene to happen.

"You're the only one?"

Xia Lan took a deep breath and said with a serious face.

"You may be too arrogant to yourself. Why do you need to mobilize many troops to deal with you as an unknown person?" Sel chuckled.

"You didn't take us seriously from beginning to end?"

Xia Lan held the sword tightly.

"Otherwise? Even if Mommel himself comes to him, he will probably not attract the attention of that adult." Sel said. "We are all small people who cannot be on the table, so we will naturally solve some small things ourselves."

“…”

Xia Lan was silent for a moment.

"You will die under my sword."

"Why can't it be you?"
To be continued...