The yin and cold atmosphere was very strong, and the thin wooden boards could not resist it. Martin couldn't help but tremble.

He had a bad premonition.

The fluctuation of power in the air has disappeared.

The ritual is over?

But I didn't die. Could it be because of Modes?

Martin looked through the crack of the door and saw that there was no sound outside, and it was terriblely quiet.

However, his heartbeat and breathing were infinitely amplified, making this quiet atmosphere even more strange.

Under the full moon, the entire village seemed to be covered with a pale veil.

Including those devout and fanatical villagers who fell to the ground...

At first, Martin wondered whether the sacrifice that the priest mentioned was fabricated, and now he witnessed it with his own eyes.

The villagers' death was very miserable. Most of them held their throats tightly with their hands, as if they were in a state of suffocation before they died.

And judging from the twisted body, it must have been a painful struggle.

Their bodies gave Martin a feeling of something missing.

This feeling is quite familiar.

That is the soul being pulled away!

Martin did not forget his goal, and was to survive until dawn.

If this is a game, something should happen when you wake up.

In short, it is not reliable to stay in a closed environment.

There was silence outside, and he slowly pushed open the wooden door and walked out.

Martin's eyes suddenly stopped as he looked towards the church.

There are also several corpses there.

The body belonging to the Pale Temple!

Martin recognized it at a glance, it was the body of the priestess's entourage.

Why did they die here?

This is unreasonable!

Martin frowned, unable to understand this at all.

Moreover, judging from the death situation, they are not the same as the villagers who were sacrificed their souls.

They had some signs of fighting, and they were obviously dead in some cruel battle.

There seemed to have other battles at the entrance of the church, and the scale was quite large.

Because of careful observation, there were traces of fighting in the surrounding environment, which was shocking.

Martin was full of doubts.

Because he searched for a while, but did not find Modes' body.

Except for the Priestess and Modes, everyone else died...

etc!

Another person disappeared.

Father!

Could it be him...

Just as this thought popped up in Martin's mind, some movement suddenly came from the church.

Martin immediately lay down, as if he had turned into a corpse.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

The dull impact sounded on the church tower.

The next moment, the closed stone door slowly opened, making a rumble sound.

The ground was trembling slightly.

A tall purple figure slowly walked out from the inside of the church.

Its head looks like a big octopus, covered with tentacles of all sizes.

Its hand was a man: Priestess.

The woman was grabbed by it and her whole body drooped like noodles, not knowing life and death.

"No need to pretend, Solam, get up!"

The purple octopus head's gaze fell directly on Martin, and a muffled sound came from a muffled sound, with a hoarseness like a broken gong.

Martin slowly stood up, looked at the few ragged cloth strips left on the monster, and barely recognized that this was the priest!

"Where is Modes?"

After a moment of silence, Martin suppressed the shock and doubt in his heart and asked.

The priest who became a monster let out a burst of creepy laugh: "He is a smart child, and his era has not yet arrived, so you don't have to worry about him."

Martin's heart broke out.

There is still a secret hidden behind Modes?

"Are you not curious to see my appearance, Solam?"

As the monster said, he swung his hands casually, throwing the woman aside like garbage.

Then, Martin heard the monster ask in a playful tone: "Or... should I call you, scholar?"

"Tsk tsk! I didn't expect that I could still see the successor of the knowledge sequence."

The monster's tentacles swung, and the eyes were not visible on his head, but Martin could feel that the other party was examining him.

Moreover, the non-existent eyes have some kind of penetrating power, as if they can penetrate deep into their own soul!

In it, Martin also felt a strange force, which was a powerful and terrifying force he could not compete with at present.

Martin's eyes narrowed slightly.

I just used the ability when I asked Modes about whereabouts.

It actually saw it?

The priest is definitely not a priest!

"Who are you?"

Martin asked in a deep voice.

The monster let out a strange laugh: "Hehe, I should ask you, the dreamer!"

"Also, Solam is a warrior sequence, why does it cause nightmares? This is really curious."

Boom!

Martin felt lightning and thunder in his heart, and he was extremely shocked.

The other party can not only see his own sequence, but also know that it is a nightmare?!

From this sentence, we can see that there was already a nightmare in the Third Age.

And, shouldn't warrior sequences cause nightmares?

The octopus seemed to have a very leisurely head. After knowing that this was a nightmare, he looked around and simply sat down and wanted to concentrate on chatting with Martin.

At this time, a change occurred on the priestess!

The pale aura became stronger and stronger on her body, and a kind of depressing howling sound was stirring up around her.

六文 Miaoshuyuan.com 六文. The priestess looked up, then slowly stood up from the ground, with a faint blue fluorescence emitted from his pupils.

A huge phantom appeared behind her, twisted and weird.

It was a pale woman with three pairs of wings behind her.

Pale goddess!

Martin's mind was shocked again.

Just staring at this phantom made him feel a lot of pressure.

"Ishta! You dare to appear here!"

The priestess spoke, but the ethereal voice came from the phantom behind her.

Without too much nonsense, the priestess raised his hand, as if he had held something.

A bone blade in an illusory state appeared on the phantom behind her.
To be continued...