After dinner, Louis was going to visit the therapy department to see Mr. Scoller, but before he could finish registering at the reception, something happened to the temple.

Suddenly, there was no sign.

No one who is still inside can contact you.

Louis informed Aldo immediately, and then reported it to Mr. Goode, and began to use the summoning drum to call as many people as possible to come. It was originally orderly, but in the process, a scream suddenly came from the end of the corridor.

The Therapy Department is a direct department of the Temple. Even if the therapist is not a combatant, he was trained in the same academy with the hunters. Generally, it is not so easy to make a fuss.

The young therapist on duty was startled and stood up and was about to go over. Louis grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back.

Louis was in charge of administrative work, not like Carlos, who even held his sword when he was sleeping - he was visiting the patient again. Except for a bouquet of flowers, he only had a mini pistol inserted into his trouser legs.

He led the young man behind him forward. The closer he got to the place where the sound came from, the more obvious the throbbing of his heart was. He had only experienced this feeling next to Biyu Lake on the top of Jueying Mountain.

Louis reached out and grabbed the trigger of the pistol, leaned against the wall, and first knocked on the door gently: "Megert Louis, if anyone is inside, please reply."

The ward was so quiet that a scream came just now.

Louis pushed him back with his elbow against the therapist's chest: "Get back."

Then he kicked open the door suddenly. Just as the door of the ward opened, a whirlwind seemed to have a whirlwind, mixed with a fishy smell rushed out of it. Louis was washed away by the airflow and took three steps back, and his back hit the wall of the corridor.

The therapist on duty who followed Louis finally had the chance to look into the room. He immediately widened his eyes in horror, and opened his mouth and only emitted some meaningless syllables.

The energy of the airflow was scattered in the corridor, and the dust slowly settled down. In the dim corridor of the treatment department, the small window at the end was opened at some point, and the darkness of the night came in - this was a night where the stars could not be seen or the moon could not be seen.

In the empty ward, a female corpse was hung on the wall, wearing the healer's clothes, and the therapist's stamp on the cuff was wiped with blood, and it was so dark that it could not see its original appearance.

The work card fell to the ground.

Louis leaned over and picked it up: "Lucy Ozruz, is it her?"

The therapist on duty held the door frame and did not answer him. He rushed out suddenly, bent down and vomited.

He could no longer recognize whether the person hanging on the wall was the therapist Miss Ozruz, because the female corpse was sucked into a zombie by something, red, bleeding-seeking skin tightly against her skeleton, and the face under her head with a white hat was outlined in the shape of a skeleton, and blood was leaking downwards.

The treatment department has never been so lively. Amy drank some wine at night. She was a little bit arrogant, but she could only wear a white coat outside to wrap her body in the smell of alcohol. She was urgently summoned back. He pushed away the person blocking the corridor impatiently: "Get out of the way, don't block the way, let me go!"

However, the moment he saw the corpse, his impatient expression suddenly turned blank. Amy stayed there for two or three seconds, suddenly turned her head and covered her mouth with her hand. When she turned around, her face turned pale.

He raised his head, his eyes fell on the therapist on duty, and asked in a cold and light voice: "This is Mr. Scotter's ward, where are others?"

Yes, where are others?

The former old priest's condition suddenly worsened the day before and could not even walk. Where could he go? Who was kidnapped? But he had already stepped down, so what's the use of hijacking him?

"How is it?" Louis hung up the phone and walked in from outside.

"I can't tell you, you have to call Carlos or Lord Aldo to come and take a look." After Amy said that, he took off his gloves and threw them to the person next to him. "It's some kind of evil magic. I haven't seen it before, nor have I read any records about it, probably..."

He finished speaking and Carlos had already walked in through the crowd.

Carlos stood far away and didn't even come over completely. He just looked at the corpse for a while. Then he suddenly pressed his finger on the wall and drew a magic circle on the wall with the hilt of the heavy sword. After completing it, he stabbed the hilt into the wall. The whole wall fell down, and the exposed bricks behind the white wall were indeed not bricks.

It was a hanging, huge skull totem, venting a thick black fog, grinning, as if smiling at everyone.

Carlos bent down expressionlessly, reached into the black fog, picked up a small ivory-white box from the middle, opened it... It was empty inside.

"It's a bitch." Carlos looked down at the small box, not knowing who it was scolding. He suddenly turned around without saying a word and walked out, and everyone had to follow him without knowing it.

The entire temple has been under martial law.

The color of the sky was very strange, as if there was a strange cloud covering only the place where the temple was located. The clouds and mist were rolling, as if some unknown energy was brewing. The magnificent and majestic temple suddenly had some strange and gloomy aura.

Tender buds suddenly broke through the ground in every corner of the temple. Under the gaze of people, they quickly grew into thick vines, one by one, and surrounded the temple like a castle full of thorns in fairy tales.

"Confirmed?" Aldo looked up at the sealed door of the temple and asked Carlos without looking back.

Carlos threw the ivory white box to him.

"Human Bone Box." Aldo narrowed his eyes, pinched the small box with two fingers, and sighed, "I haven't seen it for a thousand years."

As soon as this sentence was spoken, all the people who were still whispering were silent - even if they were not ignorant, they had heard that Satan in the Battle of Black Robe was released from a human bone box.

"Parrola is dead." Carlos suddenly turned around, held his sword tightly, and pulled the heavy sword out of the scabbard inch by inch. No one else had ever heard him speak in such a low and slow tone. "I don't believe where can he get a new demon from."

After he said that, he suddenly held the blade of the heavy sword with his hand. I don’t know who made a scream. The man’s blood flowed along the dark sword body into the grooves that came out of the hilt of the sword. The blood-washed blade was so lit that it was strangely lit.

"It's ridiculous." After Carlos finished speaking with an extremely calm attitude, he suddenly waved his sword and chopped up the gate of the temple.

Wherever the sword light passed, all the vines shrank and retreated, and then the heavy sword hit the gate with a loud bang.

It was not a collision of two hard objects, but two energy sources.

With a bang, something exploded, and the huge energy impacted the hunters all retreated, but Aldo didn't say a word.

The door burst open with a loud bang, and the bloody smell suddenly surged out, as if a space of different degrees was opened. The entire air was filled with some gray mist, like dust rising from ashes.

Aldo looked at these and suddenly had a guess in his heart. This made his expression suddenly move. He strode forward and recited an ancient spell. The gray fog suddenly spread out into a small area. The main door of the back hall opened and everyone saw the scene inside clearly.

A man was standing against them, and like the female therapist, he became a blood-stained man. He kept standing in front of the door, as if he had seen someone, turned his head, crossed his fingers, and made a praying gesture.

The suddenly opened door made the stagnant air flow again, and the man's body fell straight to the ground, a golden seal rolled down from him, Carlos picked it up and pronounced the name on it: "Lux Sheldon."

Several hunters took off their hats silently, Louis took off his coat and covered the God's people who always liked to express their thoughts and feelings: "Today he is responsible for patroling the temple."

"I know Lux," said the fighting instructor, Mrs. Michel, loudly. "I taught him the fighting class for the last few years in the temple. He was born with poor physical condition and his physical fitness has always been his weakness, but he was not weak and could not help but kill him casually. His golden chapter was not something that God would throw into his lunch box!"

"A golden seal, when he meets an enemy, no matter what religion he believes in, his first reaction will not be stupid prayer, but to take out his weapon." Gal spoke slowly. In fact, he just pretended to be calm. When he remembered that his unpromising little disciple was still in the underground palace, and he didn't know whether to die or live, his heart was almost jumping out - he had just applied for Evan as a mentor to pass the internship document, and originally planned to reward this diligent housekeeping expert if there was enough cheese pasta in breakfast tomorrow, but...

"Why has his sword and gun still been moved?" Mrs. Michel's face was tense tightly. "He obviously saw the other party, right? But he did not respond, which means that the person is his own person - at least he should be the one who does not let him be prepared!"

Louis felt like something was choking in his throat, and he asked Emmy: "Do you know... what happened to Mr. Scoller's condition?"

"What?" Amy looked like a ghost, "Are you hinting that the old guy who was about to rely on a ventilator to breathe did this?"

Louis's face looked even worse than him.

Mr. Scoller is his mentor, and for so many years... Even though Louis has left his mentor's help through his internship, he still keeps giving him a tip, cultivating him, and handing him the sword position beside the Archbishop, how can he believe that Mr. Scoller has something to do with this matter?

But why... everything starts from his ward, why do people who are obviously unable to walk around in the afternoon disappear in the evening?

He wanted an explanation more than anyone else.

At this moment, a dying scream echoed throughout the temple. Louis pulled out/destroyed his sword from Lux without saying a word and ran out towards the source of the sound. Gal and Emmy followed him up, and Carlos looked back at Aldo: "I'm not at ease, go and have a look."

"I know, you go." Aldo raised his hand and looked at the watch. "There are less than three hours left. As long as today is over, the modified magic array will automatically close. No one except me can touch the barrier core."

He turned around and quickly arranged everyone, how to guard the gate, how to organize a search team of several people, and briefly explained how to break through the gray fog and avoid inhaling the smoke.

Finally, he said in a light and low voice he had used to say, "Don't be afraid, there's nothing to be afraid of."

A hunter asked: "Hisser Aldo, may I ask if the human bone box suddenly appears, is it possible that we are facing... another black robe?"

Aldo looked at him and said firmly: "No, this is just a clumsy trap."

"What kind of person is Parola, Lord Aldo?"

Aldo paused for a moment and said softly: "He is a person like you and me, so... there is nothing to be afraid of."

The devil's heart has never been outside the barrier.

The headlights came, and Mr. Goode had probably never driven such a express train in his life. He almost hit the car at the door, holding his ball-like belly, climbing up the stairs panting all the way.

Aldo looked at him deeply: "Architect, I'm leaving it to you - I'm going to the underground palace."

Mr. Goode's face also had flush caused by running, but his expression was extremely serious: "Don't worry."

Louis turned a corner suddenly and found that the scream was from a hunter on duty that day. He was huddling in the corner, wrapped in a spider-web-like film. An arm wrapped in it turned out to be a bone of a bloody skin bag - the thing was sucking his body!

Without hesitation, Louis picked up the red blood-sucking spider web with a sword and drew it neatly in half in the air. The blood-red thing quickly turned into dust and fell to the ground.

Louis bent down and patted the man on the shoulder: "How is it? If you can stand up, go out to find a therapist!"

The seriously injured hunter stood up staggeringly, his legs weakened and almost knelt down. Louis quickly held him, held his arm with his shoulders, and called out the young hunter's name: "James, how can you hold on..."

Before the last word was finished, James' arm, which had become a bone wrapped in blood, suddenly lifted up and stabbed him hard under his ribs.

Louis didn't react!

No one could react - he had greeted him during patrol this evening, complaining that the young man who should improve the food of the hunter on duty would suddenly attack him in just a few hours!
Chapter completed!