Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was opened a little, there was a whistling sound of wind tearing through the air, and a claw as big as a palm fan stretched out from the gap in the door and slapped Hill on the head! "what!" She was pushing the door with all her strength, how could she dodge? She was hit on the head by the claws, and if it were an ordinary person, this would be enough to tear half of her body apart. "Om-" Fortunately, Hill was not completely defenseless. A second before the sharp claws fell on him, an orange light shield appeared above his head, just blocking the fatal blow. "Oh!" The claw collided with the light shield, which instantly shattered into pieces of light, but it also caused the momentum of the claw to stagnate slightly. Hill took this opportunity to jump back quickly, jumping several meters away to distance himself from the things in the crack of the door. "There's actually an evil spirit inside..." Hill patted her chest with lingering fear, then grabbed in the air with her right hand on the right side, and immediately orange-red flames gushed out from the palm of her hand, condensing into a nearly three-meter-long flaming spear in her hand. "Hoohoho!!!"
A rusty humanoid monster rushed out from the half-open door, and Hill threw the flaming spear skillfully, hitting its chest accurately! "boom--" The blazing flames pierced through the huge, deformed body, and the foul ghost that had almost succeeded in its sneak attack fell to the ground with a bang, not moving again. "Master 105, please follow me. I will clear out the evil spirits inside first." Hill let out a breath, gave some instructions to Qi Ji behind him, then walked carefully to the gate and entered the church building. "Then I'll leave it to you~~" Qi Ji was also heartless and accepted the protection of an "apprentice" without any psychological burden. After entering the church, Hill first stacked several layers of passively triggered spell shields on himself, then shot a illuminating light ball into the sky and began to check carefully and cautiously. The space inside the church was clear at a glance, with no extra rooms or partitions, and one could see the whole thing at a glance. There were traces of rotting wood and cloth scattered on the ground, making it look extremely messy. Qi Ji, who was following behind Hill, watched the girl walk around the church several times. She carefully checked every corner and after confirming that there were no hidden threats, she walked to the door and was about to close the half-open door. "Wait a minute, take a look at this thing first." Qi Ji interrupted her action. "Sir, what's wrong?" Without saying anything more, Qi Ji waved his hand towards the door, and the corpse of the evil ghost with a big burnt hole in its chest was dragged over by an invisible force. Hill looked at the corpse that came to his feet with doubts, not knowing what was going on. Now that the Filthy Ghost is dead, the "Rust Plague" curse that caused its mutation begins to gradually leave its inanimate body. A thin, foul-smelling reddish-brown haze rose from the deformed body and dissipated, while the rust-like spots gradually faded away. Before long, the corpse completely turned into a pool of sticky, dark, semi-liquid, semi-solid substance, which looked disgusting. "Hey, what is this?"
However, after the corpse of the evil ghost had completely decayed, Hill saw that this disgusting substance... seemed to be mixed with something else? "You'll know if you take it out and have a look." Qi Ji stood aside, his arms folded across his chest, looking as if it had nothing to do with him. The tone of his voice seemed to be somewhat gloating, yet somewhat... heavy. "Okay, okay..." Hill stared at the stuff that looked no different from vomit with an embarrassed look on his face for a while before he prepared himself mentally. He forced himself to suppress the nausea and vomiting in his heart, bent down, and picked up the strange object mixed in with two fingers. “Hey, this is… fabric?” Feeling the terrifying touch that made her scalp tingle on her fingertips, she was surprised to find that although the thing in her hand was highly decayed and stained with sticky corpse residues so that the original color could not be distinguished, the texture... was indeed some kind of cloth. "Wait! Could it be..." Hilton realized something and didn't care about the disgusting things on it. He hurriedly used both hands to shake the cloth and spread it out. A tattered and dirty shirt appeared before my eyes. "This is clothing... Could it be that the filthy ghost just now was transformed from a human!?" After realizing this possibility, her worldview collapsed instantly! It's not that she doesn't believe that humans may be corrupted by the Rust Plague and turned into evil spirits. After all, if the concentration of the Rust Plague curse reaches a certain level, no one can predict what will happen. But the problem is...if the concentration of rust in this place has reached a level that is enough to cause human mutation, then why doesn't she feel anything? ! How is it possible that I don't notice anything unusual?! This doesn't make sense! This doesn't make sense! "The research of the Church of Redemption shows that the rust plague cannot infect humans, huh..." Looking at Hill's horrified expression, Qi Ji's face straightened slightly, and his tone was meaningful: "Have you ever thought about whether it is 'human beings' or 'human beings in the last kingdom' that are special?" Chapter 480: Great Elder Kansangstana In the pitch-black void, a thick hemp rope slowly hung down. At the end of the hemp rope, a complex device was firmly tied. A faint light flickered inside and outside this strange object, accompanied by obvious spiritual fluctuations. At the other end, there was a sturdy and huge tripod, on which several strong men were controlling the lowering of the hemp rope and equipment little by little. "Julian, this is the third one." The tripod was located on a platform fixed to the inside of the stone wall. Julian, one of the seven great elders of the Holy See, was wearing a black robe and looking down with a gloomy and serious look. Hearing the voice coming into his ears, the leader nodded slightly, his eyes continued to stay on the rope under his feet, without looking back, he replied in a deep voice: "How long will it take for Kansangstana to arrive?" The person he was talking to was a slightly plump old man with a messy beard. He looked kind and a bit wise.
The old man was wearing a black robe exactly the same as Julian's, even the patterns and decorations were almost exactly the same. This symbolizes his identity: another great elder of the final church. "That guy... I'm afraid it will take some time. You know, his situation is rather special." The plump old man shrugged, his tone somewhat helpless. Julian pursed his lips and said nothing, his attention never shifting away from the scene beneath his feet. Below him, the thick darkness of the "abyss" extended for a hundred meters, and suddenly was cut off in the middle. It was a vast expanse of gray-white fog that stretched as far as the eye could see, like the mist rising from the lake in the early morning, making everything shrouded in a dreamy haziness and etherealness. As an eyewitness to the accident last night, Julian certainly understood what the thick gray fog meant. He also understood that... the "door" leading to the "other world" and to salvation was shrouded in the deepest part of this gray fog. The complex device was slowly lowered by a hemp rope and soon covered a distance of about one hundred meters before touching the top layer of the fog. Then, little by little, it sank, until it was completely swallowed up and could no longer be seen. "Snapped!" At this moment, the taut hemp rope suddenly made a crisp crackling sound and relaxed in an instant. The rebound force made it swing back and forth in the darkness, and the air was sucked out with a breaking sound. The device tied at the end had disappeared. "...Sure enough, it's like this again." As expected, the plump old man let out a sigh of relief and asked the strong men operating the tripod to retract the ropes. When the empty hemp rope at the end was pulled back, everyone saw that the end that was originally tied to the equipment had been cut off very neatly. "Can you feel it?" Julian withdrew his gaze and asked the slightly plump old man beside him. The other party narrowed his eyes slightly, as if concentrating on investigating something, but after a few minutes, he sighed helplessly: "Still the same, I can't sense anything." After saying this, a look of distress appeared on his chubby face, as if he had lost something very important. This great elder is a very experienced "requiem master" who is skilled in the witchcraft of marking and perception. The device that carries special spiritual power was made by him. It is loaded with very sophisticated spiritual rituals and can establish an extremely strong connection with his perception across long distances. He called this device "Huijiandeng". Even if it is hundreds of kilometers away from him, it can still send him surrounding information in real time. The gray fog obviously had the ability to teleport objects that entered it to certain locations, so Julian thought of letting this great elder who was proficient in this method to implement the plan to find out the situation inside the gray fog. However, after losing three "Hui Jian Lanterns" in a row, they gained nothing. Not to mention exploring the interior of the gray fog, they didn't even know where those "Hui Jian Lanterns" were teleported to. This put all plans at a standstill. Julian's eyes were filled with disappointment and worry, and at the same time revealed a bit of uncontrollable anxiety, which made his cold and sinister face even more terrifying:
"Hurry up Kansangstana, his abilities are urgently needed here!" "I know, I know. It's useless even if you're anxious..." The plump old man glanced at his colleague with a slightly strange look, as if he was a little surprised that this always cold and gloomy guy had become so agitated now? "Are you worried about the whereabouts of Deacon Otilia, Hill, and that... uh, the messenger of God called 105?" He said comfortingly: "This gray fog's teleportation shouldn't be completely random. Look, you were sent to the entrance. I guess the destination is not likely to be a very dangerous place..." These words did not relieve Julian's anxiety much, because what really made him anxious was not the safety of others, but how they would get close to the bloody ball of light if the gray fog could not be dispelled! This is the most important thing, all other issues must be put aside! "Julian, Harvey, I'm here." Suddenly, an extremely strange voice floated over. The sound was simply not something that could be made by a human or any other living creature. It was indescribable, like an aggregate of all the filth, filth, evil, and darkness in this world. Just hearing it can make people feel like their ear canals are filled with sewage and their brains are permeated with countless filthy and disgusting substances. Even though the two elders were very powerful, they couldn't help but shiver and their expressions changed slightly. As for the other people on the platform, their faces turned pale and their eyes were dull. It took them a long time to finally come to their senses. Julian rubbed his forehead, turned his head to look at the source of the voice, and said excitedly: "Kansangstana, you are finally here." In the darkness of the abyss, a figure in a black robe slowly emerged. The black robe that figure was wearing was somewhat similar to Julian and the slightly plump old man, but there was also a very obvious difference: not only was the size several sizes larger, the shape had also been modified to more closely conceal the wearer's figure and appearance. Because of this specially made black robe, the figure's true body was completely covered, and the guy's appearance and figure could not be seen by the naked eye. However, the thick fabric of the black robe bulged, sank, and rippled from time to time, as if there were a large number of indescribable living creatures wriggling and twisting inside. Coupled with that voice that didn't sound like it could be made by any living being... it all hinted to everyone that the body beneath the black robe was definitely not that of a human being. Except for the two great elders, everyone else on the platform actively avoided looking at the mysterious figure emerging from the darkness. They all knew that with their own strength, if they looked directly at the great elder named Kansangstana... even if the other party's body was completely covered by the black robe, their own minds would suffer a serious shock and pollution. "Just in time, Harvey's attempt failed." Although the ominous aura that continuously flowed from that blasphemous figure made his scalp feel like needles pricking, Julian's mouth corners slightly raised a curve, which was extremely rare: "Your abilities are exactly what's needed here." The final great elder of the Church named Kansangstana did not approach, still half hidden in the darkness of the abyss. An indescribable voice floated over, tormenting everyone's mind: "what do I need to do?"
"Differentiate several dark spirits and explore the interior of the gray fog." Julian pointed to the gray-white mist slowly flowing under his feet: "If possible...go through it." Chapter 481 The Rust Fades Away The second chapter will be updated in the evening.