In the dim underground palace, the beam of light mixed with flames continued to hit, and the deep darkness melted quickly like the first snow and encountered the sun. All kinds of strange worms were staggering and petrified, and the evil shadows made tragic screams.

A faint light flashed, and the priests floating in the air suddenly fell down, as if they were pulled down by someone's ankle. The defense layer on their body did not have any effect, and most of the evil magic came to an abrupt end.

Before they could react, they saw the imposing blonde middle-aged man in front of them stretching out his right hand and spreading his five fingers apart. A small eye was highlighted on each finger, and a yellowish-brown eye mixed with blood was growing in the palm of his palm.

The five strange and terrifying small eyes were of different colors and produced different rays, while the yellow-brown giant eyes emitted a faint light, making everyone feel that their bodies were heavy, as if the gravity here had become much bigger.

Different rays such as Ghost Green and Light Blue hit the black-robed priests, making them slow, paralyzed, petrified, or directly turned into countless light spots. In an instant, they completely suppressed the powerful enemies that the previous priests, bishops, paladins, and ordinary night watchmen could not solve, and they were about to win.

Some cultists shouted in panic. They had never encountered such a strange and powerful enemy!

"Where is the high priest?"

"Didn't the high priest stop him?"

At the critical moment, they thought of the leader of their side, the supreme "Follow Chaos" voter. Wasn't he fighting this majestic middle-aged man just now?

The middle-aged man wearing a white burqa heard their call and stepped up his attack. He grew evil small eyes on his face and on his other hand, and small eyes of different colors, rays of defense or attack, and snorted coldly: "Can the cult priests of only level seven stop me? I have killed twenty or thirty priests who are stronger than him."

What? After confirming that the high priest died, the spiritual defense line of these cultists and priests suddenly lost, and even forgot to pray for power to "After Chaos". They were shocked and quickly lost their combat effectiveness and were caught by the night watchmen, priests and paladins, and killed them, and none of them missed the net.

"Hmph, there are so many cults that have emerged recently, and we must find the root cause!" The majestic middle-aged man closed his creepy eyes on his face and hands, and no trace was seen anymore.

A night watchman said gratefully: "This time, thanks to you, you are nearby, otherwise we would probably be escaped by the priests after this 'chaotic'."

In fact, it is not just a matter of escape, but it will definitely be destroyed. Fortunately, the third-ranked "Glorious Eye" Wincher, Winchell, came from another clue and avoided such terrible consequences.

"I am responsible for dealing with cultists, and it is my duty to deal with them." Winchell nodded gently, "You divide into groups and search around and don't let any cultist go."

"Yes, sir." Captain Night Watch responded respectfully.

Winchell paced the hall, looking at the chaotic altar carved with naked women and men, looking for clues to investigate.

Looking at the magnificent but old underground palace, looking at the dim but corpses upside down, and looking at the ancient stone gates and stone chambers, Wencheer felt a little emotional. He had encountered such a scene too many times. Whether it was his previous adventure career or the action of eliminating cults after entering the Nightwatch Team, he inevitably dealt with the underground palace, fighting, secret rooms, hidden secrets, etc.

"Those damn ancient magicians always like to dig holes underground..." Winchell cursed.

Suddenly, his heart moved, his eyes turned like rubies, and he shot out two rays, directly shattering a nearby wall, revealing the secret door inside.

Without having time to greet other clergy, he flew directly into the narrow secret passage and quickly chased after him.

Turning a corner, cultists with shocked expressions appeared in front of Winchell, and they were entering a secret room one by one.

Humph, Winchell sneered and wanted to escape from me?

The dense eyes opened again, and cultists fell to the ground one by one. Wincher broke into the secret room and continued to advance, chasing the enemies in the front. The clergy behind who had lost their combat power naturally had subsequent clergy personnel to deal with it.

While chasing, cultists in front gradually became rare, and then there was no one more, but Wincher did not stop. His intuition told him that there was a big fish ahead, the same big fish as the "voteer" before.

Bang, a patterned stone door was shattered by rays. Wincher stepped into the deepest secret room and looked around vigilantly, but there was only a statue of "After Chaos" holding a burning flame, and there were no other cults.

How could it not be? Wincher looked around in a slight surprise. As a golden knight, even if he was more inclined to cast spells, he was still very confident in his intuition.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew, which made Wincheer, the Golden Knight, shivered, and a premonition of danger arose tonight for the first time.

This premonition was not strong. Wincher did not escape immediately, but instead shot out defensive rays, leaving himself surrounded by a "copper wall".

Looking around, Winchell only saw lifeless walls, quiet and empty rooms, ordinary and rough statues, and no source of danger was found.

However, this cold feeling of no one made him feel scared and he couldn't help but take a few steps back. At this moment, the flame held by the statue "After Chaos" suddenly rose up, burning wildly, and laughing loudly.

At this moment, Wincher intuitively felt the indescribable danger, hundreds or even thousands of times stronger than before. Even the night watchman who often wandered on the edge of danger, he couldn't help but tremble slightly and understood many things. His previous danger precautions were obviously being interfered with by humans, and the existence that could interfere with his own existence so effectively was definitely not something he could compete with, just like the priest who faced him just now.

With a slight trembling, Wincher's powerful will helped him stabilize his emotions, and his rich experience allowed him to see the problem. Such an existence aimed at him and locked his position. It was easy to kill him, but he spent more energy to lure him out of the team. It was obviously another purpose to enter the secret room.

"Who?" he asked tentatively, and dirty liquid flowed out of his eyes.

The flame was raised to a human form, and his voice was old and hoarse, "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is what I can give you."

"Hmph, I am the Lord's dark guard, I would rather die than trade with the devil." Wincher basically ruled out the possibility of the devil from this organized word.

In the open secret room, the bulge of flames echoed: "What if you are bringing you closer to your Lord and better dedication?"

"What do you mean?" Wincher felt inexplicably ridiculous, and had solemnity and doubt from the bottom of his heart.

The tone of the flame became serious: "Don't you find it strange? The devout believers and guards of the God of Truth, priests, bishops, monks and some paladins can get the magical arts given, while most night watchmen who are not priests can only rely on their own blood to fight. Similarly, most Paladins' magical arts are far weaker than priests of the same level. Why? Why did the fair and selfless God of Truth treat their guards so unfairly?"

"Nonsense! We bear original sin and can only regain the gift of the Lord through selfless dedication!" Wenchel's anger seemed a little unreal.

"Is that?" the flame mocked, "How much dedication did you make to the God of Truth? Not to mention giving divine art, at least you can increase your knight level?"

Just as Wincher was about to retort again, the flame continued: "All this has nothing to do with the God of Truth, because the one given to you was intercepted by the Pope by the members of the Cardinal Party, and is currently sleeping and unable to know."

"What?" The reason why Wincher is not so "angry".

"You can check this information. This is the prize given to you by the God of Truth, and it is what you deserve." Texts popped up above the flames to form articles full of obscure symbols.

Wincher prevented the temptation of the "devil", but his inner doubts still made him look at the article. Anyway, he would not betray the church! This is his position!

As soon as he saw these things, his eyes could not be removed and he was completely attracted.

"This..." He shook his head in fear and excitement.

"As the supreme god, why does the God of Truth force to spread faith? Is it necessary? Because the power of faith is to reward you, those who are devout guards, to use it to temper yourself and get closer and closer. However, this was completely intercepted by the Pope and the members of the Cardinal Order, and did not leave you a single point. Do you understand why they are so powerful, right?" The sound of the flame became soft and every word seemed to make Wincheer tremble all over.

"I don't believe it." He shook his head violently, but asked contradictoryly, "You can just show me such an important method?"

The method of "stealing" and using the power of faith has been deeply engraved in his mind.

"Since you asked sincerely, I will tell you frankly that I am the embodiment of fairness and the most shameful thing." The flame chuckled, and then continued in Wincher's disbelief's eyes, "I will ask you for some information occasionally, don't worry, no one will doubt you. I have other sources of information, such as many cardinals."

Cardinal Winchell's pupils suddenly contracted. In the past few hundred years, due to the special heart of faith, there have never been cardinal spies in the church - this mainly refers to the external, the north and south churches have many cardinal traitors inserted into each other.

Could he be from the Northern Church?

"With this method, are you afraid that the heart of faith will be shaken? So, don't guess who I am, just remember my code name, the Red Burialist." The flame gradually faded.

Wenchel stood there, looking at the empty room, without saying a word for a long time, and felt that he had a bizarre dream, and at no cost, he got an extremely precious and useful method?

In the "Real Secret Realm", Lucien smiled at Douglas: "Vichen secretly announced the God-like method and tried to make many legendary powerful people fight each other. Then we will use the same method to make the secret of how to steal and use the power of faith spread among some cardinals, stealing the power of faith layer by layer, making the missionary foundation of the Southern Church also chaotic. After all, spreading faith is no more than our magicians studying arcane and exploring the world. They can act alone. They must have layers of organization. This is something that Viichen cannot avoid, unless a seed can be projected in the hearts of every clergy."

"If I weren't worried that Viken would discover it, I would like to use the "Mystery Voice" to announce the way to steal the power of faith.

"If Viken knew how you used such a precious method, your face would definitely be very exciting." Douglas laughed. After all, who would have thought that someone would spread this method and think there were not enough competitors? Only Lucien and himself, who had never thought about this path, could do such a bold move.

Lucien spread his hands: "Maybe he will call me crazy."
Chapter completed!