When they suddenly heard such a sound and were still in such an environment, Nie Zhi and the others suddenly felt their hearts tighten.

The tungsten titanium radium moved quickly. He grabbed it with his backhand, took off the big shield behind his back, took a step forward, and stood in front of Nie Zhi and Ning Mengxi.

This reaction is truly a well-deserved professional mt.

Ning Mengxi was not slow either. She raised her arms as if she wanted to release something, but after waving her arms, nothing happened.

She frowned, turned sideways and whispered to Nie Zhi: "Brother Nie, something is wrong. Xiao Teng cannot be summoned in this place!"

When Nie Zhi heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then raised his arm and lowered his head to check. Sure enough, [Elf Space] had turned gray-white, with a striking reminder attached at the end:

"Dear contractor, you are in the ruined [Light Sanctuary]. All dark creatures and powers are greatly suppressed. The 'Bloodthirsty Demonic Vine' cannot be summoned. Please forgive me!"

Immediately afterwards, Nie Zhi warmed the back of his right hand, and the contractor's mark automatically gave an explanation of [Bright Sanctuary].

"[Light Sanctuary]: A legendary realm formed by the concentration of pure light power. It is also the prototype of the Kingdom of Light God System."

"The legendary realm, the prototype of the Kingdom of God? The small world of [Underworld] actually has such a place. It seems that the 'water' in this world after the difficulty has been upgraded is very deep!"

While thinking this, Nie Zhi quickly patted Ning Mengxi and Tungsten Titanium Radium on the shoulders, and whispered: "Things are not that simple. If there is a fight later, I will hold the front, and you can find an opportunity to retreat quickly.

"

Hearing this, Ning Mengxi nodded obediently. She understood very clearly that with the strength of herself and Tungsten Titanium Radium, even if they reluctantly stayed, not only would they not be able to help Nie Zhi, but they would become a burden to him.

As for tungsten, titanium and radium, he didn't say a word and just nodded calmly.

"Bata, bata, bah..."

The footsteps were slow and steady, getting closer and closer. Finally, there was only a soft "squeak" sound. The ajar door of the dilapidated church was pushed open, and an old man with gray hair and a stooped body walked away with a portable chandelier.

Come in.

"Cough, cough cough..."

After coughing several times, the old man with a wrinkled face raised his head, widened his eyes, and looked hard at Nie Zhi and the others by the dim candlelight.

Maybe it was because the light was too dim, or maybe he was too old. After a while, the old man looked back and said slowly:

"Dear guests from afar, you are the warriors chosen by my Lord, right? You can call me St. Lild. I am the priest of this church and the only one who lives here... cough,

Ahem..."

There was another cough, and in the violent cough, the old man's already stooped waist arched into an exaggerated shrimp shape.

This look made one doubt whether he would be alive to finish the sentence.

After a moment of calm, the old man who called himself St. Lild hung the chandelier on the wall, turned his head, and continued to say to Nie Zhi and the others: "Three warriors, you have also felt it, this church is a place for bathing.

This is the 'Pure Land' with the grace of our Lord. Only by hiding here can an old man like me resist the attacks of werewolves and vampires."

"The thing that resists werewolves and vampires is the so-called [Bright Sanctuary], right?"

Nie Zhi pondered for a moment and asked tentatively.

Hearing this, St. Lild glanced at Nie Zhi in surprise and replied: "Young man, I didn't expect that you actually know the [Bright Sanctuary]!?"

Nie Zhi remained calm and said softly: "I've only heard of this name. Why, is [Bright Sanctuary] great?"

"Oh, the [Sanctuary of Light] is not only amazing, it is simply a real miracle! In the entire European continent, except for St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican where the Pope is located, this is the only place where a real [Sanctuary of Light] exists.

.”

Having said this, Saint Rilde straightened his back, and his wrinkled face showed a bit of pride.

"In the sixteenth century, my great-great...great-grandfather was the most powerful ascetic under my Lord and the most powerful saint in thousands of years. Because of this, our Reard family,

Only then can you put the title 'Saint' in front of your last name."

"This church is the place where my great-great...great-grandfather practiced hard day and night. Before returning to the embrace of our Lord, my ancestor dispersed all the power of the Holy Light and blessed it with this church, which has become what it is today.

[Bright Sanctuary].”

It turns out that this is how the Holy Land of Light came about. Nie Zhi nodded to express his understanding.

Behind him, Ning Mengxi rolled his eyes and asked obediently: "Grandpa Saint, since your great-great...great-grandfather is so powerful, did he leave behind any particularly powerful weapons or props?

As you know, those vampires and werewolves are very powerful, and there are so many of them that we can’t even count them. Just the three of us are no match for those guys!”

"Cough! Cough...cough..."

Coughing, Old Reard stooped and slowly walked up to the round platform in the center of the church.

"Little girl, if you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten a little bit."

"Cough...cough cough..."

"Hey, I'm too old and my memory is really bad. Three distinguished guests, please forgive me..."

After a while of chattering, old Reard stood in the center of the round platform.

"According to the instructions of our ancestors, there are some artifacts sealed by him here. Bringing them with you should improve your chances of winning a lot."

As he spoke, Old Reard tried his best to straighten his back, took out the silver knife he carried with him, cut his finger, and let the blood from his fingertip drip down onto the round platform.

After a few seconds, a faint milky white light appeared where the blood dripped. This light was very weak, but it had a strong "sense of presence" and was unforgettable.

And...it also vaguely reveals a bit of bright and sacred flavor.

Old Reard put away the knife and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his legs softened and his whole body suddenly fell down.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Nie Zhi kicked off his heels and jumped onto the round platform, firmly supporting the gray-haired old man.

In just the blink of an eye, old Reard seemed to have aged ten years again. His entire face was covered with bones and skin, and was so shriveled that he was almost withered. Even his breath was so weak that it could not be noticed.

Seeing this, Nie Zhi immediately took out a bottle of [instant recovery potion] and drank it for him.

After more than ten seconds, Old Reard finally came to his senses, and a trace of color finally returned to his paper-pale face.

"I...I haven't completed the ritual yet...cough...cough..."

Amidst the violent coughing, Old Reard ignored Nie Zhi's dissuasion, stood up straight, faced the faint milky white light, and began to sing in a low voice.

Amid the low moans, the milky white light gradually became thicker and slowly rose.

Gradually, the light became like a thread, outlining the shape of a flag at half a person's height.

Immediately afterwards, the light continued to rise, and another majestic shield was outlined.
Chapter completed!