Despite the sound of wind in his ears, Cheng Mo could still hear the Russians scolding in the distance. He did not turn around, but ran towards Christinefield like lightning. Conifers covered with snow were rapidly regressing, cold wind

Snowflakes blew on his cheeks. Cheng Mo didn't like this kind of weather very much. He didn't feel cold, but these uninterrupted heavy snow would hinder his vision, making him look at the world as if he was covered with a layer of confusion.

Glass of mist.

When Christinefield's not tall stone wall appeared in Cheng Mo's vision, laser lights shot towards the dark sky like swaying flares. Cheng Mo stopped and stood by a few conifer trees.

In the middle, I looked back at the sky in the distance. Countless streams of light illuminated a large area of ​​the sky. The snowflakes were shaking in the darkness, and when the laser disappeared, they disappeared in the darkness.

It seemed that the battle ended very quickly. Cheng Mo guessed that the Star Gate reconnaissance personnel who were fooled by Nishiyuanji Hongmaru. As long as the Sun Flag people killed the Star Gate, Cheng Mo's plan would be successful.

Cheng Mo did not show excitement or look much, and turned around and continued to walk forward. He stepped lightly on the soft snow, trying not to make a sound until he carefully moved to the edge of the coniferous forest. Cheng Mo chose

A thick conifer tree climbed up, and he shuttled through the snow-covered conifer canopy, shaking the snow and falling. A poor squirrel who was hibernating was woken up by him and poked his head out of the tree hole.

He was startled by Cheng Mo and quickly jumped along the branches into the snow, leaving a string of small footprints.

Cheng Mo watched it leave, then climbed upwards, climbing to the height of the huge canopy, and he overlooked the dark Christinefield. Christinefield, who discovered the ruins of Asgard and Christinefield in the real world

It's very different. Not only does it have a wall, but the area is far smaller than the town in front of you. However, in terms of beauty, it's still much more beautiful in the real world. There are no special buildings in the Christinefield in front of you.

Looking at it, almost all the bungalows lurking inside the city walls, which makes the Sithus church, which was not originally tall, look majestic.

Snowflakes fluttered, covering the entire town. At this time, there were heavy "rustling" sounds and the collision of chain mails sounded, which were particularly obvious in the silence. Cheng Mo held his breath and focused towards the sound.

Looking over the source, a group of soldiers holding spears came over the city wall. They walked over to the top of the city gate with snowflakes.

At this time, the wooden city gate with iron bars nailed in the snow was pushed open, and a group of men in vermilion linen monk's uniform came out one after another. Some of them held torches in their hands, while others held crosses in their hands, shaving strange hairstyles.

, with a bare top of his head, but a circle of hair is left around his head, looking like a team of Kappa boys.

Cheng Mo did not find it funny or surprised. He knew that this hairstyle was a symbol of the Benedict Monastery, but he did not know what these monks would do when they came out in the middle of the night. Cheng Mo felt it was strange, just the ruins he had been to.

In other words, most of the NPCs are monsters, and there are few humans. Although there are also "human monks" in the ultimate trial of "Tongtian Tower", Cheng Mo could clearly feel that those NPCs are emotionally unresponsive.

npc, and the people in front of them were very vivid, not like npc at all.

Then a group of soldiers walked out from behind the monk holding the torch and the cross. The flames reflected the silver helmet like an iron barrel, which looked very strange. The red cross was painted on the white cloth shirt, which was particularly eye-catching in the heavy snow. The soldiers' team

In the middle, there were three women in black tied up behind the back. If they were not careful, they would be hard to see. They seemed to be non-existent and were overwhelmed by white and red.

The team stopped when they walked out of the gate. Soldiers dressed like Crusaders pressed three women tied back to the front of the gate, kicked leather boots behind their knees, and the women knelt without resistance.

In the snow, judging from their clothes, they are ordinary women from the Middle Ages, and there seems to be nothing strange about them.

The monk turned around and started chanting scriptures with three women. The loud singing on the quiet night was particularly strange. Cheng Mo could understand every word, but he didn't understand the language of these monks at all. He listened for a long time.

I only realized it was like French and Latin.

When the monk finished reading and transformed into a cross, someone threw down the ropes in a circle above the city gate. The soldier with an iron bucket hat pushed the trembling crying woman to the edge of the rope, pressing their heads, thinking

They were about to put their heads into the rope ring, but one of the dying women began to struggle. She fell to the ground and rolled as much as possible. The snowflakes on the ground splashed, and the soldiers holding her could not control her at all, so the soldiers behind her could not control her.

Rushed up, pressed her shoulder, punched and kicked her, and the shrill voice cut through the night, until the woman was forcibly put into the rope circle, and the soldiers above the city gate simply hung up the three women.

The harsh shout turned into a "hoho" breath.

Their faces gradually pale, and in violent twitching and trembling, they were quickly hung to death at the city gate, like three roast ducks hanging above the gate entrance.

Cheng Mo opened the contribution list, and the number of witches captured by Star Gate had become "9". He frowned and watched as the monks and soldiers retreated into the city gate like a tide, slowly closing the heavy city gate.

Only three corpses were left shaking in the cold wind.

Although Cheng Mo told himself that this was a ruins and everything was fake, he still felt that this method of death without dignity was too shocking, because all this happened frequently in the real medieval times, even more than the one in front of him.

The scene was even more cruel, but it was extremely impactful when you saw it with your own eyes. Cheng Mo told himself that all this was an illusion. He put aside his complicated thoughts and began to think about what the scene in front of him meant.

According to his current observation, the Asgard ruins are somewhat different from the previous ruins. They are almost completely realistic environments and no monsters have appeared. According to Cheng Mo's experience, he believes that the ruins are not for

Let the Heavenly Selected Ones exist by making experience. In fact, every ruined place reflects a piece of history. The records recorded in the history books of Heavenly Selected Ones that are entered are not necessarily correct, just like the pyramid, the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang and the Tower of the Heavenly Tower.

The idea of ​​solving the problem is to find clues and discover the truth through the combination of ruins and history. However, most of the chosen ones do not care about the truth. They believe that the ruins are just illusions. As long as they can pass the level, the ruins want to be passed on.

Message is not that important. Or in other words, most organizations prohibit the Chosen people from exploring this problem. It is like when Cheng Mo passes through some ruins, he cannot find relevant information on the Internet and in the library at all.

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And abroad is not China. Even if he wants to meet experts in this field, he will not be able to see it. This is why he only got S in seven ruins.

Cheng Mo gave a slight breath and jumped off the tree canopy. He had heard the movement of the people under the sun flag. Cheng Mo ran along the city wall in the coniferous forest until he could not hear any sound, and then passed the needle.

The blank area between Ye Lin and the city wall jumped onto the city wall. Cheng Mo stopped and stood between the arrows and looked at the sun flag. At this moment, they had already jumped over the city wall and were quickly heading towards the town.

The center moves, and sees their direction, the goal is to see the lights of the Sithus Church.

The group level of the Ruins Land needs to go to the task point to collect the task first, and the mission point of the Asgard Ruins Land is the Sithus Church. Although it is time to fight every second, Cheng Mo is not too anxious. He got off the wall.

Walking forward in the narrow alleyway, the town was extremely quiet at midnight, and the air was filled with a slight stench, but it was not in that unbearable situation. There were low stone houses on both sides, which were very ugly

, If it weren't covered with snow, it would not only look ugly but also look extremely dirty.

The snow-covered street did not give Cheng Mo a clean feeling. The snow at the connection between the street and the stone house was yellow, probably because it was stained with feces and urine, which made people feel a little nauseous. Some houses were written in shock on the walls.

With a big word "p", there were constant vague crying in the broken wooden doors that could not stop the wind, like a whimpering despair, mixed with the sound of chanting scriptures, like mantras.

Cheng Mo knew that "p" was written on the wall of a medieval house, which means there was a patient suffering from the Black Death in this room, which means reminding passers-by to stay away. He walked in the middle of the road and found that every one or two rooms were

There is a "p" written, some houses are empty, some houses still have a residual atmosphere. Cheng Mo seemed to see the god of death waving a sickle, circling the streets and alleys of the town. The white snow turned black,

The city was filled with a breath of death, and the stone houses seemed like graves, closing the moans of painful souls.

After walking for about twenty minutes in such a suffocating atmosphere, Cheng Mo was able to see the atrium of the Sithu Church through the snow curtain. It was exactly the same as the Sithu Church in reality, but he was standing in front of him and guarding him at this moment.

It was not Ou Yu or Denmark's chosen one, but the crusaders wearing chain mail and white robes. They moved back and forth in front of the church with spears, guarding the main entrance.

A bunch of vigorous bonfires were lit in the center of the square, and a few wild dogs were sleeping soundly near the bonfire, and a group of strange-shaped people were keeping warm. Cheng Mo stood on the edge of the square and listened for a moment, confirming that there was no sun flag here.

Then he walked towards the main entrance of the church under the snow. Cheng Mo was sure that his movements were big enough, but the soldiers on patrol did not react as if they could not see him. Cheng Mo felt a little strange and he walked to a special place.

In front of the soldier, the soldier with two golden beards still focused on his back, his eyes as if passing through his body. He hesitated for a moment, reached out to grab the spear in the soldier's hand, but held it

It was empty, just like the soldier in front of me was just a three-dimensional projection.

Cheng Mo has never entered a ruins where only teams can pass the level. I don’t know if this is normal. In short, there is no need to be surprised what happened in the ruins. He didn’t think much about what happened and went straight to the west.

Situ Church. Walking through the steps, passing the white-robed crusaders guarding the gate, the moment he stepped into the church, a stream of incense came to his face, and countless candles were lit around the church, and the exquisite domes painted with murals,

The shrines of golden statues, the steps covered with red wool carpets and the lifelike white angels carved in marble are all so holy and graceful.

Here and outside are two worlds.

The church was empty, with only a brown altar under the cross standing in front of a somewhat old priest in red.

"Cardinale." This word popped up in Cheng Mo's heart. In many classics, the cardinal played a disgraceful role. Moreover, the cardinal was able to see him, and Cheng Mo stopped and stood there.

In the corridor in the middle of the church, he looked at the cardinal in front of the altar.

Cheng Mo looked at the Cardinal with deep eyes, his eagle hook nose was particularly big, and the small red round hat on his head was particularly small. His fat body was covered with a gorgeous red velvet robe and a golden chest.

The cross, holding hands in front of the chest, looked kindly at Cheng Mo standing in the middle of the corridor, gave a deep salute, and whispered in Latin: "Dear Lord, the city is now facing destruction, may I ask you

Did the Creator send us to solve the plague?”

Cheng Mo did not understand Latin, but the meaning of this passage was like a subtitle version that appeared directly in his mind. Cheng Mo did not answer immediately, but just stared at the priest in red for a moment, his wrinkled face

There was no impatience, nor arrogance, and looked back at Cheng Mo with a hint of humility. However, Cheng Mo did not feel the cardinal in front of him at all kindness. He only felt that the other party was a bit like the wolf grandmother in the fairy tale Little Red Riding Hood

.He thought for a while and asked in English in a low voice: "Plague?"

The Cardinal understood his words without any obstacles and immediately replied: "Yes, an unprecedented plague, this is the power borrowed by the witches from the demons. They were prepared to humiliate for a very small reward according to the devil's will.

Creator, they forgot their salvation, deviated from the Creator's faith, and had acquainted with Alcon, the demon in their sleep, they cursed and sweared, performed magic, deceived the crowd, and did whatever they did. They made small animals die and did not live in farming,

Let the fruit trees die, let the people die, but God has not abandoned us, so you are here."

"So, to solve the plague, is to help you arrest the witch?"

"Yes, my honor, they have the power of demons and the power of mana, and our judges in the Inquisition are not their opponents who need to rely on your divine power."

"What kind of reward can I get for you to capture the witch?"

“If you can help us get rid of the troubles from the plague, I will tell you where the Great Creator is. You can get the ‘Singer Horn’ after killing the Great Creator.”

"Where should I go to find a witch?" Cheng Mo asked.

The Cardinal turned slightly and picked up a yellowed parchment scroll from the altar behind him, and he showed Shu Liang to Cheng Mo and whispered: "Dear Lord, this is the Witch Hammer."

The above records how to detect the crimes of witches, and is also a basic manual for pursuing witches. If you take this book, it means that our contract is reached. As long as you can catch 666 witches, we will hold a memorial service to help you summon the demons.

Alkang, as long as you kill Alkang, I will tell you the location of the giant creator.”

Cheng Mo turned his eyes to the book "The Hammer of the Female in the Cardinal's Hand", with a line of French iemarteaudes dessorieres written on the cover. Cheng Mo, who is familiar with history, certainly knows this famous evil book, and its author is the Inquisition.

Stidaolis and Srengi, two judges who specialize in pursuing witches, are also the recipients of the Pope's Order. The two judges' authority in the intellectual and religious circles gave this book morality and

Theological assurance. Before the 17th century, this book was the basic manual for the inquisitor to capture and judge witches.

Cheng Mo was a little hesitant at this moment. He remembered the three women who had just been hanged. Their pale faces appeared in Cheng Mo's memories, like corpses suddenly popping out from the bottom of the water. Anyone who has studied history knows that

Witches are just scapegoats, and they are not the cause of the plague. According to later analysis, the Black Death that swept through the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries and killed 25 million people should be the plague.

Cheng Mo stared at the book "Witch Hammer" and stood upright, sinking into deep meditation.

"Dear Lord, what are you thinking about? God's people are waiting for your salvation," said the Cardinal in a very low voice, "Take this book, you will be able to eliminate the plague, and you will be able to obtain eternity
To be continued...