Chapter 52: Song of the Wind Song (11)

On the ground, wars are on the verge.
Ten minutes ago, Jin Cheng said that he wanted to cooperate with Tang Cuo's actions, so Celtic found red paint, just like the kind of paint used in Lisa's house, which was inferior and full of pungent. odor.
He didn't use the paint for other purposes. He made people paint, painted on the outer wall of the church, and hand-painted a huge magic circle, so large that it almost covered the whole outer wall.
This magic array is generally the same as those found by the League of Ivy Leagues. Although Jin Cheng specifically urged people who are not magic to paint, the painting does not have any specific effect. There may be something wrong, but this picture The eye-catching eyes were painted so red, and when the first stroke was drawn, it attracted everyone's attention.
The turmoil breeds in every hidden corner. Countless pairs of eyes stared at the church, staring at the nearly blasphemous move of the League of Ivy Leagues, each carrying a ghost.
Celtic has been sweating all the time. Although he has some authority in the Ivy League, he can't hold Jin Cheng so much. Fortunately, the Ivy League is a bounty hunter organization, not a fan of God.
This is the case with Celao. Celtic's head is also a little dizzy, and he can't even remember how he was confused by Jin Cheng, and promised him this extraordinary plan.
"Lancelot, I will be punished by the headquarters." He couldn't help but spit bitter water at Jin Cheng.
"In order to eliminate evil, Celtic, don't you want to make a small sacrifice for this?" The magic array was ready, Jin Cheng picked up the remaining paint buckets and walked upstairs to the attic of the church. .
"They might think we are evil."
"Wow, that's really interesting."
Jin Cheng said, walking, he walked a few steps and then looked back at Celtic, lying on the railing of the stairs, and said with a smile, "Relax, Celtic, I will write a hymn for you, the whole continent All the minstrels will sing your psalms."
Celtic "...Thank you."
After a moment, Jin Cheng stood in front of the window of the attic and pushed open the window overlooking the masterpiece on the wall. At this angle, the whole wall was red and magnificent.
But Jin Cheng still felt not red enough.
So he picked up the bucket of paint and slammed the remaining paint down the wall with a clatter.
"What are you doing!" Celtic was shocked. He rushed to the window and looked down. He saw the red paint washing the magic circle like a waterfall, like blood of sin, shocking.
The people who were originally watching downstairs were also shocked and shocked one by one. The commotion in the dark suddenly exploded and turned into a spark on the bright surface, which became a film.
Don't be so surprised.
Jin Cheng thought this way, knocking his head on his forehead, and the system was playing a reminder again. Kind minstrels don’t seem to be doing what dangerous people do, so Jin Cheng decided to redeem his personal design.
For example, after pouring red paint on the rose sect, give them a warm tune.
That's right, Jin Cheng was pouring red paint on them. He couldn't find the door of the Rose Sect opened there, so he could only draw a magic circle instead, and then pour another bucket of paint on you.
For a sect with fanatical beliefs, this behavior is probably more uncomfortable than killing them.
"In this way, your headquarters will not think you are evil, and it is bright to fight against evil." Jin Cheng explained to Celtic.
"I feel something is wrong." Celtic swallowed hard.
"Relax, Celtic." Jin Cheng patted Celtic's shoulder, and said with a long heart, "This church is the church of Pastor Peter, Peter has turned to evil, and the church must have been polluted by evil. We do this, It's to catch them faster and prevent more people from being hurt by them."
So far, Celtic can only think so.
The next second, Jin Cheng really took out his small harp again, sitting on one of the windowsills with one arm propped up, holding the piano with a tone. He thought about it and finally played a "Requiem".
Those who did not attack with sound waves, pure requiem, used to surpass the dead soul.
The voice of Requiem soon spread from the attic of the church. Whether it is the ordinary people in the white leaves area or the members of the rose sect hiding in the dark, they could not help looking up at the direction of the sound.
Confused, frightened, angry.
Someone lowered his head uncontrollably, someone held the hilt tightly, and there was another man in the attic. A fluffy red hair looks like Buzz from afar.
Celtic looked at him up and down, and then asked Jin Cheng "Are you sure you can do this?"
Jin Cheng said, "He doesn't look very much, but he only needs to shake a few times in this window. Once the suspected seeds are planted, they will take root and germinate. The only thing to worry about is-if you come later The enemy is too strong, how can we survive."
This is about Celtic's strength, he patted his chest and said, "You can rest assured that I have arranged magic circles and traps everywhere, unless someone like the rebel Aesop or the red priest comes. , Otherwise they must be called back and forth."
After hearing this, Jin Cheng suddenly remembered something, "You said that Your Excellency Roger Reid is following Aesop?"
"Yes, Aesop is probably more dangerous than the two red priests combined, but he is in a haunt. This time he finally caught his tail, and Lord Roger Reid would never give up."
Because Jin Cheng had positive contact with Aesop, Celtic did not conceal the news. He was also observing and observing Jin Cheng’s reaction when he heard the name to judge his true position.
Jin Cheng felt more relieved when he heard the news. Aesop was dragged by Roger Reed, and at least he would not suddenly be killed again, but what about another red priest?
I hope he will not appear in the tunnel.
And just as Jin Cheng’s worries came to mind, the red priest he remembered was in a wine estate outside the city. There was a blazing sun above his head. He curled up on the ground, coughing over his throat, and the red priest's robe was covered with dirt and blood.
One of his faces had lost his original appearance, his cheeks were swollen, and there were several teeth in his mouth.
"Giggle!" The ugly and funny puppet was laughing, bouncing his aching body, and constantly piercing him with a black umbrella in his hand.
The master of the devil is sitting under the parasol in the courtyard, holding the chin in one hand, shaking the wine glass in the other, and the tassel earrings are blown by the wind, revealing the golden luster in the sun.
After a while, the priest in red had already been inflated and out of gas, so he put down his glass and stood up slowly, walked to him with an umbrella, bent over to look at him, and said with a smile, "You know you offend me now Yet?"
"You, Aesop... don't be too rampant... Lord Bishop won't let you go, cough, cough..." The red priest opened his eyes hard and said intermittently, "You did it, it was rebellious!"
Aesop was laughing, "I was originally Aesop the rebel, didn't I?"
"You, you will be punished..."
"What about that? Have I warned you not to interfere with my actions, because of you, all my plans have been disrupted. Assassination of the Grand Duke? You thought you killed him, and supported the prince whose brain is as big as the needle tip Can Your Highness control the in the palm of your hand? How terrible stupidity can make you work under Roger Reed's eyelids and make such a joke."
The priest in red gasped, breathless, speechless.
Aesop continued, "I know your plan. You know that my experiment was successful, so I want to get ahead and grab this credit so I can settle on my own head, right? I know that you people have always been I regard it as heresy, and even want to get rid of me. The bishop has told me long ago that I should not worry about you."
"But why don't you listen?" Aesop wondered, his grin more grinning, and the tip of the umbrella touched the heart of the red priest. As long as he moved, he could pierce the other person's heart.
Life and death are only between his thoughts.
"If you, kill, kill me... Master Bishop won't let you go!" The red priest was going crazy, and his red eyes were fixed on Aesop, hated and afraid, "Aesop, you will sooner or later Will be crucified!"
"I hate people threatening me the most." Aesop handed the tip of the umbrella forward, and the red priest curled up in pain, screaming. But at this moment, Aesop turned suddenly.
"Roger Reid." He pronounced the name.
so annoying.
It's just like a ghost.
At the same time, Tang Cuo took Baz into the depths of the passage. They turned a few corners and slowly walked more and more, and more and more, and the temperature around them slowly decreased.
But Tang Cuo has always remembered the way he walked. There is an automatically generated map in his brain. If he draws this map correctly, they will still be spinning around in Baiye District.
Ten minutes later, the four came to the church.
Tang Cuo said nothing, pretending he saw nothing, frowned and asked, "Where are you going to take us?"
"You will know when you get there. Be patient. We have to walk for a while." The magician walked ahead, the faster he moved, the faster his pace. Although this speed increase is not obvious, it can't hide Tang Cuo's eyes.
This is a dead end, with a solid wall ahead. As the magician approached, there was no accident in the wall on the right.
This is generally the same as the previous situation, the channel always appears suddenly. But now this location reminds Tang Cuo that it is almost directly under the church. Are they really still some distance away from their destination?
Or is it the destination, and the magician is lying?
Thinking of this, Tang Cuo quietly opened the skill panel again and glanced. Yu Guang glanced at the nightingale ring in his hand, and he had a thought in his heart.
He stopped, turned his head to look at the swordsman who was following, and said coldly, "You go ahead."
The swordsman frowned. "You don't have to do any more tricks. We have brought you here. We have shown sincerity enough."
Tang Cuo ignored it and tightened the sword in his hand. Buzz was painful and his face was getting paler.
The swordsman lowered his face, but he still remembered the instructions above, so he had to walk to the front as Tang Cuo said. The magician exchanged a look with him, and the yin in his eyes flashed by.
At this time, Buzz was almost scared to numbness. He stared at everything in front of him, his neck was still bleeding, and the pain became his only way to stay awake.
By the way, he also believed in Theodore.
He told himself again and again that Theodore would not harm him, so he dared to move forward.
It was at this moment that Tang Cuo's deliberately lowered voice rang in his ear, "I will let go after a while and you will run back."
After hearing this, Buzz wanted to answer, and Tang Cuo's warning sound immediately stopped him, "Don't move, don't say anything."
Buzz closed his mouth and dared not move.
Tang Cuo looked forward again, his eyes cold.
The magician has stepped into the channel, and the swordsman has also stood at the entrance of the channel. From Tang Cuo's point of view, the situation inside the channel cannot be seen at all.
"What's wrong with you? We're almost there?" the magician reminded him.
"How do I know if there is an ambush ahead," Tang Cuo said.
"If we are going to do it, we have already done so, not to mention—" the magician looked at Buzz. "He is still in your hands, isn't he? You're really the most special knight I've ever seen, dare to use a companion's Life threatens the enemy. You can rest assured that my companion will never be like you."
Tang Cuo was silent for a moment, and then took Buzz forward.
When the magician and the swordsman saw him keep up, he continued to move forward. Soon, Tangcuo walked to the entrance of the tunnel. And at this time, he suddenly let go of Buzz.
Buzz remembered Tang Cuo's words, he didn't dare to look forward, and ran away. But at the moment of turning around, he glimpsed the dense figure in that passage, and the brilliant light of the magic arrays stacked one after another.
His heart jumped suddenly, desperately to contain the impulse, before he looked back at Tang Cuo.
And Tang Cuo just raised his hand.
"Boom--" The nightingale ring shone brightly, and a torrent of magic rushed into the channel, sweeping in the stunned eyes of the magician and others. In an instant, the brilliance of the moon obscured the light of all magic circles.
Whether it is the redness of fire or the faint blue of water, they are all vanished under the graceful moonlight. Those dense figures, even the screams and exclamations, were too late to fall into the dust.
Moonlight tides.
Tang Cuo had no intention of surrendering to being an undercover. Jin Cheng, who had the acting personality, was not him. He had always been a warrior who liked to cut swords and cut people.
The cooling time of the moonlight tide is twenty-four hours. Twenty-four hours ago, Tang Cuo escorted Dagong to the tunnel and used it for the first time. Twenty-four hours later, the cooling time ended and he happened to be in the tunnel.
perfect.
"Theodore?" Buzz heard that there was no movement here, and cried carefully at a long distance.
"You'll wait for a while." Tang Cuo was unsure of whether there were any enemies in the passage, so he carried the sword to explore the path first. Facts have proved that the enemies inside may have blocked him at the entrance of the passage, and haven't encountered one in a few minutes of walking.
At the end of the passage is an open circular chamber. Paved with black masonry, one magic lamp after another illuminates the hall, and its entire ground is a huge magic array.
There is a high platform in the center of the magic circle, where a person lies quietly.
Tang Cuo approached, and according to her dress and appearance, he had reason to suspect that this was the Lisa that Jin Cheng encountered during the side mission. She left a letter to Pastor Peter before she died.
Looking around, there are many iron cages stacked around the wall. There is a body in each iron cage, stiff, decayed, and somehow alive, with a pale complexion and howling like a zombie.
Is this what the magician said, the immortal life given by the immortal king?
This undead king is not a necromancer. Tang Cuo thought.