Under the underground of St. Lauren's Cathedral, there is a heavily guarded dungeon.

In the continent of Mycrov, it is already a well-known "secret". Through various knight novels and historical documents, even civilians know that there will inevitably be darkness in the sacred land. Treating these illegal and cultists, even kind priests who distribute food to the poor will not leave any mercy.

Because they betray human identity, abandon human morality, and leave human society, and are undoubtedly inhuman residues. Treat these existences worthy of hatred without praying or repentance. No matter how cruel the means are used, they will be forgiven.

No one questioned this because there are stories about cults that are circulated among the people that make everyone know that this is justice.

Crossing the inconspicuous dark corridor, walking down the granite-built stairs, opening two forged doors, and passing through narrow passages filled with magic traps, Joshua and others came to this dark dungeon that was fifty meters above the surface.

The foundation of the construction was built with solid granite with a thickness of more than one meter and then poured with iron and steel juice. The St. Lauren dungeon is not so much a basement as a huge iron kettle buried deep underground. It has no gaps and is airtight. It uses magical techniques to purify the air and ensure absolute closure with the outside world. Countless magical techniques cover their appearance and block all communication.

It can be said that once you enter here, you will be completely isolated from the outside world.

The cultists in the entire Moldavia are detained here and are waiting to be executed. The day to be executed is the harvest festival every autumn. On that day, the city square will be filled with various torture instruments, crosses, guillotines, execution grounds, etc., and then different torture instruments will be given to the cultists according to the will of the people.

Article 37 of the Imperial Code: The categories of punishment, especially the types of death penalty, are determined by the people.

On both sides of the dungeon, dim pyroxene lamps were hung, and the gray silver light swayed, illuminating the dust in the air. Under the leadership of Bishop Atanis, Joshua and others walked through the outside cell, where there was no one covered in dust, as if no one had been in for a long time. He noticed the curious eyes of the warriors, and the old bishop explained: "It has been a long time since cultists appeared in the north."

After coming here, Atanis's voice became low and serious, and the originally kind bishop's eyes flashed with a cold and painful light: "Except for a few sacrifices that occurred in the years I was a child, no cult has ever appeared in Moldavia in sixty or seventy years."

And my sister disappeared at that time and has no news yet.

Without saying this, the old bishop just continued to say in a low voice: "This group of cultists can be regarded as the first batch of my tenure, and I put them in the innermost cell."

Joshua noticed that according to the grammar of the common language in the mainland of Mycrov, the old bishop used animals to those cultists, not humans.

But what does this matter? I don’t care that the warrior shrugged, and the cultists were not human.

They are monsters born after chaos devours human hearts.

"Sir Bishop!"

There were several guardian knights in the dungeon. They heard the footsteps and walked out alertly. However, when they found that the person was Bishop Atanis, the knights lowered their heads with respect and let the group pass.

"Thank you for your hard work. Lord Lord will also come to see those cultists today. You can guard the door."

He nodded slightly to these knights, the old bishop paused, and then issued a serious order: "After that, no matter what sound you hear, don't get close."

"Yes!"

The knights responded in unison, not thinking that there was anything strange about this. It was too normal for the lord to interrogate the cultists in his territory. It was so normal that no one could find a reason for doubt. As for how the cultists would be dealt with, what kind of screams and wails they would make, it was nothing.

As long as you have seen the scene of the cult sacrifice, no matter how much the Virgin is, you will never have any sympathy for the debris.

Fortunately, these knights lowered their heads and did not see Joshua's face. Even if some people raised their heads and saw the side or back of the warriors with the corners of their eyes, they were not so intimidated. At most, they would have a palpitations and then sighed at the powerful momentum and heavy majesty of their Lord, otherwise, it would definitely cause panic and confusion.

The deepest part of the dungeon is dark. The pyroxene lamp hanging here has been replaced with a strange magic prop. It is a diamond-shaped purple crystal, releasing the blurred magic light of the person. Joshuya stretched out his finger and felt its magic fluctuation. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Forbidden Demon Stand?"

"There is also an anti-invisible field, and no matter whether it is using magic or fighting spirit, it is impossible to sneak into here."

Replying to the warrior's words, Bishop Atanis stopped, he was silent for a while, and then said, "Here."

Then he clapped his hands, and the fluctuations of the holy light were transmitted, as if some magic array had been activated. Suddenly, the dazzling positive energy light tilted out from the ceiling, illuminating the depths of the dark dungeon extremely bright.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Switch off quickly, turn off this!!!"

"Wooahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Suddenly, countless screams came out from the originally silent corner, and Joshua narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced around with the light.

This is an oval hall. Around the hall, there are thirty small cells that cannot stand or lie down, and can only allow people to squat. The outer edge of the cell is a double-layered steel forged fence, and these fences also have holy light patterns visible to the naked eye, which look extremely solid.

Most of these cells were empty, their ground was contaminated by black and red stains, their walls were covered with diffuse patterns of dark red, and even suspicious yellow grease penetrated into the gaps in the walls.

In the vacant cell, there were human figures screaming and twisting wildly. Their bodies were shining by positive energy light, and they were covered with dark smoke. However, in the narrow cell, they could not get up or lay down. The long-term squatting made these guys' knees completely become a piece of iron, and they could not move at all.

"It's these guys. Don't look at them so bad now. In fact, they are very stubborn. We have been interrogating for a long time and have not received any news."

Speaking in a tone that Joshua had never heard of before, but it was extremely normal, Bishop Atanis's face was as cold as steel: "Eight died in the previous interrogation, and now there are nineteen left. My children, all of these are just yours, even if they are all dead, it doesn't matter."

As long as you can ask for information.

"Damn pseudo-god believer"

Hearing this, a prisoner who was screaming in the cell suddenly raised his head. It said in a vague voice, as if he was laughing wildly: "You will never know what you are going to face. The gospel of our Lord is coming, and you will eventually fall into despair, hahahahahahahaha!"

The human figures in other cells seemed to be inspired by the prisoner's words, and suddenly screamed and all kinds of dirty words and profane prayers sounded, one of which was particularly loud: "You will know nothing!"

The appearance of these prisoners is undoubtedly the appearance of humans. They have eyes, nose, ears and mouths. However, although their torso is as thin as if they have no flesh due to hunger and fatigue, and their eye sockets are deeply trapped in their eyes, you will know that it is definitely not something that humans can do.

It seemed as if a layer of mud was applied to the bones, and the silty flesh and blood kept flowing, forming an extremely twisted expression, as if it was a smile, or a howl of pain. Their skin was covered with blood vessels and blue veins, beating, and you could see the dark purple liquid flowing behind. The eyes of these cultists were closed due to the strong positive energy light, but through the thin layer of eyelids, you could see that their eyeballs were twisting in an extremely unnatural way.

Gradually adapting to the illumination of positive energy, these cultists began to open their eyes and look to the center of the cell hall.

Their eyes are all flickering with disgusting dark green light that something rots. The light is like a vortex, twisted and deep, reminding people of the bottomless slug

"I don't want to say it? You can't help it."

Ignoring these cultists who were completely crazy, the old bishop smiled coldly. He turned his head, patted Joshua on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "I'll leave it to you."

Do not show mercy when dealing with these monsters.

Then, he moved away from the cell hall.

"no problem."

While the other party passed by him, Joshua whispered softly: "I don't have mercy to treat the enemy."

Then, he signaled Ying and Lin to leave with Atanis. Although Shenji brothers and sisters were a little hesitant, they still obeyed the master's wishes and followed the old bishop out of the cell hall.

Just as the footsteps of Atanis and the other two gradually moved away, the soldier took a step forward and walked to the center of the cell hall. He glanced at all the cells with a grin and said in a cold voice like polar ice: "The leisure time is over."

"Now, look at me!"

Originally, these cultists were a little confused because of the sudden departure of the old bishop. They didn't know why Atanis, as a clergy, gave the interrogation task so reassuringly to a stranger, but these were nothing more important. Just as these guys were about to laugh at the man in front of them, the air suddenly solidified.

Because, they all saw Joshua's face.

What was that feeling? No one could describe it, just as if the air in the lungs was pulled out in an instant, and the throat could only make a creaking spasm. All the cultists closed their mouths in an instant, trembling with insufficient teeth, making a trembling sound.

The originally bright and dazzling positive energy light shining even brighter than the sun seemed to dim in an instant. Endless black fog was spreading out from the man standing in the center of the cell. The black fog seemed to be just a fog like ink, but countless hideous monster faces emerged from it, as if the heavy pressure of the deep sea was substantively suppressing all the cultists. They wanted to breathe, but they were desperate to find that their lungs refused to work due to fear, and could only wait for the suffocation to come bit by bit.

They could not collapse or kneel down. The strong smell of rust was filled with the nasal cavity. The narrow cell did not even allow these prisoners to twist their heads. Their necks and eyes refused to work, unable to lower and close, and could only wait for their consciousness to blur little by little.

A cult closest to Joshua seemed to have seen a demon god who seemed to come from hell. The demon god was gradually approaching. He raised his hand composed of black steel and sword blades and reached out to him.

Before a complete coma, the cult felt a hand grabbing its hair and lifting its head. It saw a pair of blood-red red eyes, as if burning eyes were looking at it. The biting cold flowed through the bone marrow and blood vessels, instantly awakening the will.

"Speak everything you know!"

Hearing a clanging sound like the friction of steel, the mind that was originally infected by chaos seemed to be hit by a giant hammer at this moment. The cultist felt his soul shaking violently. The endless despair made his heart fall into the abyss. Its eyes were confused in an instant, and its lips trembled slightly, and then slowly opened. Even if the knight was tortured for half a month, his will was now close to overturning.

But just as it was about to open its mouth and reveal all the truth and secrets, the cult suddenly had his eyes bulged and then started to scream violently.

The sound was so shrill, far more than the pain that was illuminated by positive energy before. Even Joshua felt the pain from the other party's soul. Under the gaze of the warrior, the two eyes of the cultist seemed to jump out of his eye sockets. Its originally thin * began to swell violently, and the face covered with blood and veins also became blue and purple, and the liquid inside made a viscous flowing sound.

"No! My lord, no! I didn't say it, I didn't say it out loud!!!"

A scream that was so sharp that it was deformed burst out from the cult's throat. The high notes were already inhuman. Joshua let go of his hand and let go of the other person's hair. He frowned and looked at the scene, his eyes full of solemnity.

This cult was originally a man, and it could be seen from his seemingly decent appearance, but now no one can see any information from its face. The flesh and blood that was originally called the face has now become black and black, and the things under the skin seem to have been completely dissolved, making its face seem to fall off its skull at any time.

"puff"

Suddenly, a string of purple-red blood columns spewed out of the cult's ear pierced, and the smell of fishy smell suddenly spread throughout the cell hall. Positive energy light continued to shine, purifying the chaotic aura carrying the disgusting smell. After the blood was sprayed in the ear, the cult's body became motionless. It no longer struggled or screamed, but stood there like a zombie, with blood flowing out from its eyes, and its thin body now became strangely swollen.

"I didn't expect... I thought it was just an ordinary cult attack, but I never expected it to be the case."

The brows became tighter and tighter, until they finally stood up completely. Joshua's expression was extremely serious. He ignored the other prisoners who had already fallen into a coma, but stared at the cult who seemed to be dead in front of him, muttering to himself: "Before it? No, it should have happened in the far south. I did not pay attention to the north in my previous life, so maybe the same thing happened in the north..."

As Joshua whispered to himself, various other strange changes began to take place in the cult's body. First, its swollen body suddenly ruptured, and a huge amount of black turbid liquid gushed out from under the cruciform cortex along the cracks. Then, a cluster of semi-melt internal organs leaked from the gaps in the skin, and finally it seemed to be corroded, completely melting into the warm black turbid liquid.

Because all the flesh and internal organs were dissolved and flowed out by the black liquid, the original cult only had a layer of skin and supported it in place by bones. As for humans, they naturally died and could not die anymore.

“Micremia.”

"The great move of the evil god of plague."

"The super plague that killed 60% of the population in the far south coastal areas back then."

Without any nostalgia, Joshua's expression became completely cold.

"This matter cannot be handled by the North. To deal with the plague, we must devote our whole country to it. We need to report it to the imperial capital as soon as possible and inform the emperor of His Majesty."
Chapter completed!