"Click."

The slight sound of the door latch rotating did not spread far in the silent night, and was lost in the air.

A long and tall black shadow flashed out from the crack in the door and quickly hid in the shadow under the torch.

Looking closely, it was Linnard with an expressionless face.

His ears twitched slightly, and he analyzed the nearby sound waves one by one, and determined that there was a snoring sound coming from a room on the left front facing the second floor.

The thick nasal sound showed that this voice was made by the sleeping snake man.

He simulated a map in his mind, marked the suspected guard location he just heard in red, and quickly drew up a path leading to the room.

Under the high pressure of losing his life at any time, he felt the long-lost excitement and felt his nerves beating.

"The first fork in the road, two."

Linard walked quietly and closely against the wall. Even if he didn't show his head to take a look, he knew that there was a heavily armed snake man patrolling on his left.

"One, two..."

Counting the countdown silently and calculating the time for it to turn around, he quickly walked through this fork in the road without hesitation.

Everything seemed to have been rehearsed. The moment his figure walked out of the corner, the snake man on the other road happened to turn around.

Linard almost brushed the back of the opponent's head as he passed by without causing any waves.

In a few steps, he stood in front of the target room, with his right index finger reaching for the keyhole.

The tiny tentacles penetrated the skin and penetrated the door lock, figuring out how to unlock the door in just one second.

Holding the door latch with his right hand, he opened the door and walked in without making any sound.

On the hard stone platform, the snake man curled up in a ball and fell into a deep sleep.

Lynard stood in front of its bed with indifferent eyes, pointing his right hand diagonally, and the tentacles that had not yet been withdrawn from his body extended, and accurately wrapped around the back of the snake man's head.

The hard scales on the tentacles stood up upside down, the sharp tops flashed with the cold light of metal, and the body slightly bent and stabbed into its brainstem!

This scene was as precise and elegant as a craniotomy. The snake man died immediately and died in his sleep without making any sound.

"Killing Transformation!"

The tiny tentacles expanded several times, completely covering the snake man's body, and then quickly retracted.

There was nothing on the stone platform, and the snake-man had been completely digested by Lynard.

His body was constantly surging as if he was being heated, his flesh was bulging, and his face was deformed.

Countless flesh sprouts waved in the air and then retracted into his body.

Lynard has disappeared, replaced by an ugly human face with a twisted skull, disgusting scales and blasphemous meaning!

On this man's face, a pair of sickly and inhuman vertical pupils full of malice remained motionless, glaring round like the pupils of a snake, showing malice.

Linard closed his eyes slightly, sensing his soul that had stabilized slightly.

When initiating the killing transformation, he chanted a spell to absorb some of the snake-man's soul fragments.

He swung his snake's tail and found that it was no different from walking on two legs, and there were no constraints on his movements.

The snake man's memory has been instilled in his brain, teaching him how to use his body.

Lynard shook the snake's tail and turned into a snake man. He opened the door and walked to the long corridor.

He walked unscrupulously past the sights of the snake guards, until he came to a winding staircase, where he was stopped by two snake men holding weapons.

"It's a restricted area up there."

The snake people stared at him indifferently, their yellow-green pupils showing a arrogant attitude.

"The high priest ordered me to assist Mark in counting the sacrifices."

Linard's long tongue dexterously produced a puff of snake language, and he calmly explained to the two snake people.

The snakes looked at each other, thinking of Mark who had just passed by. They exchanged glances and released the crossed spears.

"You can pass."

They spoke very little and got out of the way.

Lynard stepped on the stairs indifferently and headed upward.

He walked up a few stairs and could faintly hear weak moans. When he finally stood on the third floor of the church, only moans and prayers of praise were left.

It seems like the entire floor here has been transformed into a dark and cold prison.

There was a putrid smell floating in the air, and there were metal fences all around, dividing the cells into cells.

The cells are roughly arranged in a square shape. There are two paths leading out from the stairs, and there are dark cells on both sides.

Lynard has the ability of night vision and can see clearly in the dark prison.

There are a large number of humans imprisoned in the first passage, most of them are in ragged clothes and of different ages.

It can be seen that they have shocking scars and tangled new injuries on their bodies. Their faces are pale and stained with blood. The blood stains are contaminated with dust and turn into black and red.

Those pitiful whines came from their mouths.

If you listen carefully, you can even hear people who are still conscious murmuring to themselves, basically cursing Mark.

It seems that these are the people from their hometown who were tricked by Mark. Judging from their treatment, they are probably a group who are willing to die and do not want to believe in the evil god.

Because he refuses to change his faith, he is not even qualified to be sacrificed to the evil god. He can only be imprisoned in a dark prison like garbage, waiting for death.

Several people saw a snake man parked at the door of their prison, and they immediately turned their curses on it, roaring wildly and looking crazy.

You can vaguely see white bones in the prison, both animal and human, ranging from hand bones, spines, pelvises to skulls.

They grabbed these bones and used them as weapons to hit Linnard, making a clanking noise.

Even without having to think about it, Linnard understood where those bones came from. He was too lazy to observe these dying people and turned towards the second passage.

Mark's location is in the second passage.

The scene here is completely different from the scene just now. Although they are all prisons made of steel, the humans imprisoned inside look much cleaner.

Wearing fairly neat clothes, they sat on the ground covered with straw, staring blankly forward and muttering to themselves:

"O god who travels through the abyss, your people are waiting for you to send down eternal glory and magic..."

He repeated this sentence over and over again without any change in tone and tone, like a puppet who had lost his mind.

Only by observing them in depth can we find that these people have more or less strange characteristics.

Some eyes have become vertical, some legs have dissolved and stuck together, and some tongues have become forked and sticking out.

They chanted together several times, then suddenly stopped and turned their heads strangely to stare at Linnard.

Fu'er chuckled a few times and continued to do his own thing.

Linard walked past them expressionlessly, walking through the cells from room to room, silently counting his steps.

Not long after, an open cell came into view.

"Twenty-eight percent...it's a bit off, but it should work."

A familiar voice came from the mouth of a short snake. It seemed that Mark was more familiar with human language.
Chapter completed!