The light in front of him gradually dissipated. Lehman, who had expected what would happen a few seconds ago, expressed his confusion and anger at this time with his considerable acting skills. He took a step forward, grabbed the iron fence in front of him and questioned the man in front of him loudly.

"Burke, why?"

Lehman's voice was very loud, as if he had used all his strength.

"Yes, sorry, the commander... This is your Majesty's order!"

Lehman's deputy looked extremely ashamed, and he didn't even dare to contact Lehman; and after saying these words, he immediately added again: "Captain, you are just here for the time being. After we have dealt with external things, you can be free again!"

“Freedom?Freedom?”

As he murmured such words, Lehman seemed to have collapsed in his heart, and had his last strength drawn, and fell loosely in the prison.

Lehman's deputy looked at the respected commander with a look of unbearable expression; in the end, he said nothing and left like this.

Step, step, step...

The bottom of the metal boots and the slate floor, the sound of the steps rubbing further and further away until they disappear.

And just as all the sounds disappeared, and after confirming that there was no surveillance here, Lehman sat up - although he had also sat before, the sitting posture that seemed to have no spine and this straight sitting posture were completely different.

Leman stretched out his arm, touched the armor's buckle with great familiarity with his fingertips, and exerted a little force on his fingertips. The strong and tight armor revealed a gap from Leman's body. Then there were wrist armor, arm armor, shin armor and boots. Leman wiped his armor finely as before, and then placed them in a very delicate manner.

Then, he picked up his sword.

Without hesitation, he pointed at his palm and suddenly, blood was stained with the sword.

"The beginning of everything, the end of everything..."

Silently chanting such words. Leman shook his uninjured hand, and a corpse appeared in front of him. He looked at the corpse that was exactly the same as himself and placed the sword in the other party's hand. In fact, he had never thanked Ye Qi, the alliance member.

Although he had already planned a way out for the future, any way out was far from perfect like this moment.

Of course, there may be flaws.

But who cares at this time?

Step on...

The sound of lighter footsteps sounded again. Archbishop House appeared in this underground prison in fear. He could swear that if he had another chance to choose, he would definitely choose to sell his soul instead of doing this. It was too scary.

Whether it was Yiyeta's eyes or the gaze of the Shakh Dragon.

When he faced him, he was so worried, and this time, he seemed to have his heart in his throat; however, the surprise was far from over. When he saw Lehman standing in the prison and the dead "Lehman", the surprise was beyond doubt.

For the moment before, he didn't know who the person he was rescued would be.

Or speculation, but everything is unpredictable until it is finally confirmed; however, when everything appears, such facts are obvious.

Of course, that corpse is definitely not included.

"This is……"

Archbishop House opened the prison door and handed the ordinary priest robe in his hand to Lehman. At the same time, his eyes swept to the corpse. Although he did not observe more carefully, Archbishop House was sure that the dead one was Lehman, who was exactly the same in appearance, body shape and breath.

However, Lehman was clearly standing in front of him.

This, what's going on?

The archbishop was inexplicably questioning.

"Because I can't bear the idea in my heart being trampled on and unable to question the loyalists, Lyman, who follows the Knight's Way, chose to end his life!" Lyman said this, then reached out and touched his face. Suddenly, his skin became a little dark, his nose collapsed, and his eyes became a little muddy.

Simply put, no one can associate the person in front of him with the Knight Lehman.

"Let's go, we still need to complete some of our own tasks!"

After doing all this, Lehman said this.

"OK!"

Archbishop House nodded, and the two of them quickly left the dungeon one after another - this dungeon was not the dungeon of the Inquisition, but the Punishment Knight's garrison in the Mount, or the headquarters; however, compared with the Punishment Knight's garrison, which is usually crowded, there is no one at this time.

Because, the last group of people also went to the front line under the leadership of the deputy commander of the Punishment Knight.

Therefore, the entry and departure of Lehman and House were so easy, and they were not even discovered by anyone; as for the body of Lehman in the dungeon?

Lehman's friend, Bishop Vallejo, will make everything go with the flow.

As for this friend, Leman silently said apologize in his heart, and his steps to leave became more and more determined - once some things start, they are destined to be life-and-death, and he has already had this enlightenment.

"This is the entrance to the Inquisition!" Standing in the place with the gust of wind, Archbishop House reminded Lehman, "Although most of the people here have been dispatched to the front line, it does not mean that no one is left behind, especially those prisoners in the Holy Prison, you need to be careful!"

Archbishop House's reminder is kind.

Because, he knew very well that if Lehman failed here, he would not be able to escape; after all, from the time he entered the dungeon of the Punishment Knights, he was a grasshopper on the same rope as the other party.

Of course, it is OK to start earlier.

Now, the Archbishop of House only hopes that Shakh Dragon can win, otherwise his fate will be extremely miserable.

Watching Lehman step into the Inquisition, House immediately turned around and ran towards the small church behind the cathedral - Lehman completed his task. He also had his own task; although compared with the former, it was basically a real expression, at this time, he did not dare to be careless at all.

"His Majesty!"

House crawled on the ground, not daring to raise his head, and said: "The Punishment Knights have suffered more than 30% of the casualties. Deputy Commander Burke led the remaining members of the Punishment Knights and set off again... However, they cannot resist for long!"

"How long can it last, it will last!"

Iyeta's words, sitting upright on the throne, were filled with carelessness, as if they were just breakfast and lunch, but they were definitely not the lives of tens of thousands of people.

"The members of the Inquisition have been in place and can start taking action at any time!"

This silence made House subconsciously shudder and made his next words stammer.

"Well, let them be on standby for the time being!"

Nodded, Iyeta waved his hand, and immediately, House walked out like an amnesty.

Bang!

The door behind him was closed. House subconsciously looked back and then quickly ran towards his room - he needed a safe environment to inform the news.

In the chapel, Iyeta stood up, without the pope's crown, robe, and even scepter, he threw aside. He walked slowly towards the secret room, where the long table was still there, but all the golden liquid stored in it disappeared, turning into a black and red liquid with a smell of fishy smell.

Gudu, Gudu...

These black and red fishy liquids did not require the heating of the alcohol lamp. They rolled like this, and wisps of gas that were richer than the liquid emerged from the bottle and filled the entire secret room. Yiyeta seemed to have not seen it. She grabbed the flask, raised her neck, and drank the smelly liquid as if drinking water.

Undoubtedly, such a fishy liquid is very unpalatable.

It can be seen from Iyetana's twisted face, but he still insisted on pouring all the liquid in the bottle.

Then the bottle was thrown to the ground by Yiyeta.

Bang!

With the crisp sound, the flask was smashed to pieces, and the remaining liquid on the bottle wall immediately made a "hissing" sound as soon as it hit the ground.

The ground was quickly corroded, and a pit was quickly formed that was enough to accommodate a person.

But Yiyeta seemed to have not seen these things. He stood like this, sneered on his face, and then as his heart moved, the golden realm began to appear.

However, it is very obvious. In addition to the golden color, there is also a dark red light flashing.

The two colors intertwined and then swallowed each other and fought for each other.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Yiyeta's mouth, bringing a blood mist into the space in front of him, and there were spots on the front; but even so, the sneer at the corner of Yiyeta's mouth did not disappear.

"Are you so capable? Come on! If I don't defeat you, how can I prove my uniqueness!"

From low to loud voices, to deafening, Iyetta's voice echoed in this secret room.

However, no one heard it except him.

...

"Something is wrong!"

After encountering an attack again, the Lord of the Tower of the Holy Relic said this, and Dieds nodded in agreement next to him, "Although Iyeta is vicious and vicious, it is certain that he will use any means to achieve his goal, he is definitely not a blind person. He knows that sending these people will only be a waste of time, but he still constantly sends out these vital forces belonging to the Holy See... It's too strange!"

"I feel like the pope is stopping us from moving forward!"

The little man stood there, looking at the smoke and dust that appeared again not far away, judging the number of enemies, and expressing his own opinions.

"Stop my progress? But he invited me here!"

The Lord of the Tower of Competition frowned, puzzled.

"Any plan will have mistakes, and the word "reverse" is to serve mistakes!" The little man narrowed his eyes and guessed boldly, "You say, did our Pope encounter a fundamentally unsolvable problem? Then, the scene we are facing?"

"It's possible!"

The Lord of the Tower of the Holy Relic blinked his eyes and nodded.

"What should we do now?"

The big man looked at the people in front of him in confusion - although he was not good at making plans, it did not mean that he would choose to fall into this trap after knowing the enemy's plan.

"We have no choice but to continue!"

The Lord of the Tower of the Holy Relic spread his hands and said helplessly.
To be continued...