The light of the torch was flickering and dimming, and a group of Papal soldiers guarded the checkpoint in front of the city gate, checking the passing pedestrians and vehicles.

The captain on duty was a brawny man with a scar on his face. He looked at the corpse truck and asked suspiciously: "Father, why are you entering the city so late?"

Pedro looked at the captain with the light of the fire, and calmly asked: "Where is Barzon? He used to be the errand at this time."

"That **** drank too much, said something blasphemy against Heavenly Father, and is now confessing in prison!"

Captain Scar's words gave Pedro a moment, and the latter replied after a little calmness: "I'm Father Pedro. These are the carriages used by the church to transport the bodies of sinners."

Captain Scar asked again: "Why enter the city late at night?"

Pedro looked at the captain with a strange look: "Do you think it's a decent thing to transport a corpse in full view of the day?"

Captain Scar scratched his head and reacted immediately.

Indeed, in the daytime, under the gaze of the citizens, it is indeed not a good idea to pull the bodies of a truck and a truck out of the city.

Scar pointed to the crowd next to the team and asked, "Who are they?"

"The catechumens in the village, they helped me transport the body to the incinerator."

Scar took a step forward: "Get out of the way, I want to check the carriage."

Pedro roared angrily: "Your behavior has exceeded the limit of my tolerance! Are you not afraid of the church being held accountable..."

Scar interrupted him: "If you have any dissatisfaction, talk to Cardinal Jacob. He signed and promulgated the martial law law, and we also acted on orders."

Seeing the soldiers passing by and walking towards the convoy, Pedro shouted anxiously: "Aren't you afraid of Heavenly Father's condemnation?!"

Randall, who was hiding in the car, drew his dagger from under him and made a gesture to Barbara. The light blue light pattern on the latter's body began to flash slowly.

At this moment, Karin, posing as a catechumen, walked to the front of the convoy, hiding her whole body under the robe, first drew a cross towards the soldiers, and then reached out to pull the carriage covered. Of linen.

I accidentally saw a soldier in Karin's arm and suddenly screamed loudly, as if he had seen the most terrible thing.

Captain Scar walked up unhappily and reprimanded loudly: "What is the noise?!"

"Captain, look at her arm!"

Captain Scar glanced at Karin and motioned to her to roll up her sleeves.

The next second, Captain Scar saw something that made him take a breath.

Karin's arms were covered with gray-brown pus cells, and dark red blood constantly leaked out of the skin. In some of the ruptured wounds, wriggling maggots could still be seen faintly.

"Evil! Stay away from me! What are these things?!"

Pedro rolled his eyes and explained to Captain Scar: "You should know that these people have been in contact with rotting and diseased corpses for a long time. The corpse poison has entered their bodies, and they will be infected as long as they are touched. There are also..."

"Get out! Get out of here!" Scar yelled with a strong wave as he stepped back, "Don't let me see these dirty guys again!"

Feeling the carriage slowly moving through the gates of the city, Randall let out a long sigh: "We are in the city."

Pedro, sitting in the carriage driving position, looked at Karin beside him, and asked in a low voice: "Your body?"

Karin rolled up her sleeves and wiped her arms vigorously. The scary and chilling wounds disappeared like paint.

"I know a person who can combine different types of medicines to create blood and wound effects."

Hearing Karin's words, Pedro was a little curious, and wanted to ask what kind of medicine could produce such an effect, but after thinking about it, he gave up this plan.

The carriage drove for more than an hour in the dark night, and finally stopped at the door of a cemetery.

Hearing Karin's secret words of safety, Aldenan couldn't wait to get out of the carriage first and lay on the ground, breathing in fresh air.

"Swear in the name of the holy king! I will never get into that ghost place like a coffin again in my life!"

Carroll jumped from the carriage and looked at Aldenan contemptuously: "Don't say anything so absolute, when you and my life come to an end, the coffin will be our only destination."

Aldenan retched and said impatiently: "I would rather be burned to ashes after death than let my body go into a box buried in the ground!"

Kellogg, the lizard man, stood at the door of the cemetery and looked into the distance: "His...Rather than having time to fight, why don't you see where this is?"

The tauren Bourville looked at the city scenery under the night, widened his bull's eyes, and said incredulously: "If I'm not mistaken, there seems to be...?"

"Heavenly Father's courtyard, the center of the universe, the highest landing place, the origin of all wills." Karin lifted his hood and said calmly: "The complex of buildings in front of you has more than 1,500 years of history. The Tyro Sanctuary."

Barbara followed Randall, looking at the magnificent area in the distance, and she couldn't help but exclaim her heartfelt admiration.

The magnificent religious spire buildings are like stars in the night sky, densely scattered all over the earth.

Thousands of eternal lights lined up in rows are arranged regularly, dividing the whole area into four major areas. From a distance, the arrangement of buildings looks like a huge cross.

Countless believers from Heavenly Father wearing gray robes knelt down on the square of the Holy See, chanting aloud scriptures of praise.

"It's so beautiful. I've heard of the Tyro Sanctuary in the capital of the Papal State for a long time. Even the best poets can't describe its magnificence in words and words." Barbara said excitedly: "I have been skeptical before. This kind of statement, but only when I walk in front of it can I feel this beauty..."

Karin said coldly: "If you close your eyes and listen carefully, the wailing sounds of tortured souls in the wind will tell you whether this is heaven or hell."

Barbara took a careful look at Karin, and unconsciously hid behind Randall.

Randall hurriedly changed the subject: "Miss Foreman, this is the safe house you are talking about?"

"Yes."

"Hiding in the cemetery of the Holy Court? Wouldn't this approach be too risky?"

Karin turned and walked towards the depths of the cemetery, and said as he walked: "Taylor City is full of the eyeliner of the church. The residents of any block have become crazy believers who have lost their minds. Only this is the same as the dead. You can find a moment of tranquility in the place of companionship."

Kellogg the lizard man dangled his tail and followed up: "This logic is not wrong. In this situation, the most dangerous place is the safest place."

Father Pedro, holding the oil lamp in his hand, walked slowly along the moss path of the cemetery to a cemetery-keeper's hut built in the deepest part of the cemetery.

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door of the hut, Pedro walked to a row of bookshelves, grabbed the edges of the bookshelves with both hands, and pulled outwards, revealing a stone staircase extending downwards.

"People often talk about the thousand-year history of Tyrol Sanctuary, but few people know that the underground world of Tyrol City actually has a longer history than the ground." Pedro smiled and said: "The earliest of Tyrol City The predecessor was an underground refuge for believers, built to avoid the invasion of the northern barbarians."

Bourville carefully stepped on his hooves, stepped on the loose and fragile stone bricks under his feet, and said, "You can hear that you are very proficient in history."

Pedro shook his head and denied: "I'm just an ordinary priest who memorizes scriptures. I have only read the books and defenses of the church. Where can I know this knowledge? In fact, I once had a well-known Good friend, he has read thousands of books and knows many things that ordinary people don't know..."

Bourville stopped and asked strangely: "Once?"

Pedro's voice slowly fell: "My friend named Tristan is no longer alive."

Aldenan was short, smelling the rancid smell in his nasal cavity, looking at the morgues embedded in the stone wall beside the underground corridor, he whispered to Carroll: "Should we live here? In a place like this?"

Carol said solemnly: "If you don't want to live here, I know there is a better place to welcome you."

"Where?"

"The church prison~lightnovelpub.net~ Aldenan took a bite and kicked away the bones under his feet depressed.

The group followed the underground passage of the cemetery and came to an underground hall with broken statues and stone benches.

Pedro lit the torches around the room and said, "This used to be an underground church in Taylor City, a place for preaching to the underground residents, but it has now been abandoned for a long time. Behind this church There are some rooms in the hall, and it’s okay to stay for a few days after you clean them up."

Randall asked Karin, "How long do we have to wait here before we can enter the church prison to find those scholars?"

Karin shook her head: "You shouldn't ask me this question."

Pedro drew a cross to Randall: "When Bishop Abele arranges everything, he will come to you."

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