After skillfully taking down Miss Killer, Xiao Zhi and Frost continued to pay attention to the battle situation in front of them.

Gretta and Patrick have already fought.

From the point of view of strength, as an archbishop, Greata should have an absolute advantage. But the thorn that attacked him before had a strong death energy on it. While the death energy eroded his body, it constantly conflicted with the light energy in his body, which greatly reduced the fighting power of Greata.

Patrick's blade of light attacked Greatta, but Greatta evaded it with difficulty.

Grayata tried to fight back, but the holy light energy in his body was not stable, and the death energy always interrupted his spell casting at critical moments, which made him successful only once every two or three spells.

But even so, Gretta's attack is still very accurate, and it can be seen that his usual combat literacy must not be bad.

Several consecutive attacks were avoided by Greerata, and an impatient look appeared on Patrick's face: "Trouble..."

When the voice fell, Patrick's original casting action changed, and he smoothly drew a mysterious symbol in the air. At the same time, with the movement of his hands, he chanted a complicated and difficult prayer.

Seeing this, Gretta, who was confronting him, couldn't help but widen his eyes: "How is that possible?! How could you be punished by God!"

God's Punishment is an advanced technique within the Brethian sect. Generally, only clerics who have a very high status or who have made outstanding contributions to Breesse will be taught by the Pope personally, but as a bishop, although their achievements are outstanding, they have not reached excellence. How is it possible for Patrick to master this advanced technique? !

The corner of Patrick's mouth raised, but he didn't answer the question. The dazzling brilliance was released from the top of his staff, and the whole basement was illuminated, as if a miracle had appeared.

The bright light suddenly rushed towards Gretta, knocking his body out, rushing out for a long time, and finally slammed into the wall. The rough wall suffered such an impact, and the white ash on the wall fell rustling, staining Gretta's gorgeous white robe.

"Cough..." Greerata coughed out a mouthful of blood.

Due to the infection of the dead energy, his blood was a lifeless dark red, and the temperature was colder, no longer as hot as a living person, showing a bit of a dead end.

One of Greatta's hands turned black as charcoal, because the death energy had eroded his body before, hindering the energy in his body from running, and at the same time corpse part of his body. When the corpse body is attacked by light energy, it will suffer double damage just like the undead.

Oops……

There is a sense of danger in Gretta's heart. If he drags on like this, he will become more and more corpse under the erosion of death energy, and the attack will definitely weaken. For Patrick in front of him, it is Better and better opportunities.

Patrick walked towards Gretta step by step, and he tapped the palm of the other hand with the priest's staff in his hand, looking very leisurely.

A smile appeared on his face: "Want to know how I learned God's punishment? Mr. Archbishop."

"..." Gretta looked at him and didn't answer.

Obviously, the purpose of this sentence is only to tease or humiliate.

"Hahahaha..." Patrick laughed out loud, "Silence, a good way to deal with it, because I won't tell you at all."

As he spoke, he took out a small crystal clear bottle from the storage ring. The small bottle is very beautifully made, and it is also inlaid with gold patterns and a sun symbol that symbolizes the Brethian religion.

Greata's pupils shrank, and he was very familiar with this. This was a bottle specially designed to hold holy spring water.

In this way, Patrick poured the holy spring water from the bottle on him in front of Greata.

Grayata tried to dodge, but it was difficult to support his body. The punishment of the gods just now had destroyed the corpse on his body. Like a charred hand, he was powerless to manipulate his body. Dodge action.

"laugh"

The holy spring water contains pure light energy. At the moment of contact with Greerata, it began to corrode his body stained with dead energy like strong acid. Greerata's body gradually melted, the blood was evaporated into mist, and the air There is a strong smell of rust in it.

In a short period of time, Gretta's legs had been corroded by the holy spring water, the flesh melted, and the bones turned into liquid, leaving only the empty trousers under the cover of the gorgeous archbishop's uniform, which looked very desolate.

"Um..." Greata fell to the ground, struggling weakly. He never thought that the holy spring water, which he regarded as a holy relic, would make him so painful one day.

So, is this how the purified undead feel?

"Hehehe..." Seeing Greatta's tragic state, Patrick let out a pleasant laugh again, he appreciated enough of Greatta's pain at the moment, and then said slowly: "Oh, I can't let you die like this. If you do, the death of the archbishop will alarm the Pope, so it will be troublesome."

After he finished speaking, he reached out and roughly tugged Greiata's long flaxen hair, and lifted him from the ground.

Greatta said with difficulty: "What are you...what do you want...to do?"

There was a trace of pity in Patrick's eyes: "Unfortunately, you will never understand the truth of the world..."

Greatta was puzzled: "What... the truth?"

Patrick just smiled without saying a word. He put away his staff, held a bead in his free hand, and drew a mysterious magic circle on Greata's forehead.

At the same time, he was chanting a tongue-in-cheek incantation. Just listening to the incantation from a distance made people feel chills down their spines, which was obviously not a good thing.

When Patrick finally finished the spell, the magic circle in his hand was also completed simultaneously.

Then, he saw that Greata's soul was suddenly pulled out of his body and forced into the beads.

Patrick looked at the bead that had darkened a bit, nodded with satisfaction, and then let go of his hand at will, letting Greerata's body fall to the ground with a "bang" sound.

No matter how hard it is for the body that has lost its soul to resist the erosion of death energy, the blue lines frantically extend on his skin, and the gray with death energy also spreads at the same time. It won't be long before Gregoryata's body will change. For a living corpse that cannot think and has no feelings.

Patrick put away the beads, turned and walked towards the closed basement door.

Seeing the magic circle that Greata had set up on the gate to protect everyone's safety, he showed a disdainful smile, took out a golden dagger and stabbed the magic circle fiercely.

As soon as the magic circle touched the golden dagger, it was like a candle in a gust of wind, it flickered a few times and then went out.

Patrick put away the dagger in satisfaction and reached out and pushed open the door.

"Sir, sir... what should I, we do?" On a certain floor of the basement, a villager who was hiding cautiously stuck his head out and asked. He was far away from the battle circle below. He didn't hear the previous conversation between the two bishops. He only felt that the movement of the battle had disappeared, so he dared to ask.

"What should I do?" Patrick seemed to be in a good mood and turned to look at the source of the voice, "You can pray and wait for God to save you."

"..." The villagers were a little stunned, and the style of this answer was too different from the previous Gretta.

The villagers were not reconciled, hoping to get a little promise: "Master Patrick Bishop..."

But at this time, Patrick had no time to comfort these cute and ignorant villagers. He took a leisurely pace and stepped out of the basement door.

The villagers were stunned, there seemed to be something wrong with this development...

But what's wrong?

He boldly glanced at the corpse of Archbishop Greata, who had a tendency to move, and couldn't help shivering. Forget it, let's hide for now...

Xiao Zhi and Frost exchanged glances, got up at the same time in tacit understanding, and quietly followed Patrick in front.

On the way, Xiao Zhi discovered that the living corpses around would not attack Patrick at all. They turned a blind eye to him as if they had seen the same kind.

Xiao Zhi gestured to Frost with his eyes: This guy must have done it.

Frost nodded, understanding his eyes without any obstacle. Although most of the memories are gone, the familiarity and tacit understanding between the two are still there and have not faded due to hundreds of years of time.

They followed Patrick all the way, and there were many corpses lying on the side of the road, mostly villagers, but also the two bishops they had seen before.

There was no sign of being bitten by a living corpse on their bodies, only a long, narrow and deep scar on their necks, which was caused by a sharp weapon. Living corpses can only use weapons when they reach the level in Dana's tomb. These low-level living corpses in the church are not that powerful. Judging from the current situation, only living people can make such attacks.

Xiao Zhi speculated that it might be Patrick's killer who hid among the believers before. When the crowd was advancing, he suddenly attacked the unsuspecting bishop, and then killed the surrounding ordinary villagers.

Probably this is why the disappearance of Gretta has become an unsolved case, because most of the people who knew it have been solved, and Patrick, the second or fifth boy, can't honestly say "yes, I did it" after going out.

The truth is buried like this.

In the face of the tragic situation along the way, Patrick did not show the slightest sign. Although he had his back turned and could not see his expression, his pace was still brisk, and it seemed that his mood was not affected at all.

Patrick walked all the way to a remote place, and finally stopped in front of a bare wall.

Then, Xiao Zhi saw that he had opened an organ on the wall, and a downward passage was revealed. Patrick looked around and saw no one following him. He didn't even bother to close the door, so he walked into the dark passage.

The two just followed him into the dark passage.

The dark passage goes all the way down, all the way to a very deep place.

Finally, Patrick came to the bottom. This is a room with an area comparable to a hall. It looks empty. There is only a table in the middle. A magic circle is drawn on the table, and there is a box with mysterious lines on it.

Patrick took out the bead that had previously sucked Greata's soul, and opened the box with his other hand.

There was a book in the box, with a white cover full of patterns, but without a single word, it looked a little thick, and it seemed to be a kind of weird leather.

Patrick opened the book and placed the beads on the open inner pages.

In the next instant, a white light flashed on the page, and the light enveloped the beads, as if swallowing something.

Indistinctly, it seemed that heard Greerata's mourning coming from it, but couldn't really hear it if listened carefully.

After a while, the light disappeared, the beads returned to their previous color, but a picture appeared on the blank page.

It was pitch black, with large shadows, and it seemed that the silhouettes of humans and monsters could be vaguely seen. In the far corner of the picture, you can see a figure lying down. The simple picture can't describe his eyebrows and eyes, but it clearly shows that he has no legs.

Patrick showed a satisfied smile: "Good night, Greata, I wish you a good dream in the Book of Dreamers."

Looking at this weird picture, it must be a pretty good "dream", I hope Greerata can enjoy it.

Patrick closed the book and put it back into the box that engraved the circle.

Then he activated the magic circle below, and the originally quiet and ordinary table instantly became like a big mouth, swallowing the entire box and hiding it deep underground.

Then, Patrick took out a red crystal, which was crystal clear on the outside, but seemed to have lava flowing inside. This is a crystal that stores high-level fire energy. As long as the energy in it is released, it will instantly become a raging fire.

Patrick threw the crystal to the corner of the room, and in a flash, the fire began to spread in the room, and the high temperature took over the room and devoured everything in sight.

A bright shield of light appeared around Patrick's body, isolating him from the daunting heat.

Suddenly, Xiao Zhi noticed that in the flames, Patrick's figure changed little by little.

The originally straight back gradually became hunched, and the black curly hair faded a little bit, and finally turned gray. The originally round body swelled again and became a little bloated.

This is - Andre? !

It turned out that the person who secretly shot at Gretta was not his trusted subordinate, but Andre, who was tit for tat with him!

As for what happened to Patrick...

Looking at the fate of other bishops and believers, if this person is not the second or fifth child, Xiao Zhi guessed that he would have suffered misfortune long ago. After all, Andre is a downright ruthless guy, so there's no reason to let go of this person who is both Greatta's right-hand man and who may expose himself.

Andre took out the teleportation crystal with a smile on his face: "Disappear in history forever, Gretta..."

Immediately, his figure disappeared.

The fire spread rapidly, and went all the way up the down passage, climbing rapidly at an irresistible speed, and threw itself in front of Xiao Zhi and Frost.

When Xiao Zhi was about to drag Frost to run away, he suddenly felt pitch black.

In the next instant, the heat wave felt on the skin subsided, and the first rays of sunlight in the morning also came into view.

Its daybreak.

The copy of the Church of Cesar also ended.

The tip of the nose can smell the fresh smell of weeds, and there is dew that has settled overnight in the air, which smells a little moist, dispelling the bloody smell that had enveloped the whole sense before, making people want to take a deep breath.

Xiao Zhi also took a deep breath subconsciously. The fresh air in the morning filled his entire lungs, bringing a sense of relief.

He looked around and looked at this quiet deserted village, and suddenly felt a little cold. It turned out that... the people here were slaughtered, died in the church they believed in, and died in the game of the high-ranking archbishops.

Xiao Zhi still remembered what Andre said to Greata, what did "the truth of the world" mean? They know it's a game world?

Or...is there something untapped in Zero's canon? What does this have to do with Andre's actions?

Seeing that Xiao Zhi was in a trance, Frost patted his shoulder lightly: "Are you alright?"

Xiao Zhi came back to his senses, looked at Frost's particularly attractive face bathed in the morning light, and shook his head: "No, I was just thinking about Andre."

Could the "truth of the world" have anything to do with Frost?

But now he doesn't remember anything, and naturally he won't know the answer to this question.

Xiao Zhi said: "Let's go, let's find the dreamer's book, I hope it is still buried in the ground."

As he said that, he prepared to go to the depths of the church.

Frost stepped forward and stopped him.

Xiao Zhi looked at Frost with puzzled eyes, but unexpectedly saw a small box with a simple shape appearing in front of him, obviously it was for him.

"Huh?" Xiao Zhi reached out and took it.

When opened it, saw a neatly arranged box of dim sum inside. The shape of each dim sum was very delicate, and the color matching was just right. With the strong milk fragrance at the moment of opening, people couldn't help but move their index fingers.

Xiao Zhi pointed at one of the biscuits that looked like Alifa: "You made them?"

Frost nodded.

Xiao Zhi looked at the extremely stupid Alpha Biscuit and asked, "When did you make it? Why didn't I know?"

There was a little warmth in Frost's eyes: "Before you set off here, I was afraid that you would get bored on the road, but you prepared the pie yourself and didn't take it out."

Xiao Zhi smiled. He was worried that Frost would be bored on the road, so he bought a heart tart, and Frost was worried that he was bored, so he prepared a snack. They really thought of a piece.

"Eat it for breakfast," Frost said. "It's not fresh anymore."

"Come here, let's go together." Xiao Zhi pulled him, found a flat place to sit down, used his skills to form a water polo and washed his hands, and the two shared snacks together.

Xiao Zhi took a piece of pastry with puff pastry, took a bite, and smiled contentedly.

I have to say that although Frost produced a lot of dark dishes in the early days that can be eaten in place, his cooking skills were already very good, and even if he opened a store, he would definitely make a lot of money.

It's a pity that can only think about it, no one but Xiao Zhi would dare to eat the snacks made by the Hessian lord.

"this is delicious!"

"Ok."

"This one is delicious too!"

"Give you all."

"Assen, why did you make Alifa so stupid?"

"...it's inherently stupid."

The two got together like this, just like many years ago, eating snacks and chatting, whether the background was the eerie Hessian or the gloomy cathedral.