The knight in the abyss

Chapter 240 The Holy Land of the Order
"The punishment for them will last for a hundred days and nights. Sorry, we have been plagued by insufficient guards, so we have to keep them alive." The corrupt monk shrouded in burqa explained to the dwarf, " But don't worry, I guarantee that this punishment is much more painful than it looks - soon some wild demons will find these two idiots, those guys will keep biting their flesh and blood, and the Tower of Bones The energy will keep the two prisoners alive."

"Uh, it seems that there is no need to be so extreme..." The scene described by the burqa man made the dwarf turn pale, "I think the screams are too harsh, let them stop quickly..."

"Ah, I'm so sorry, I was negligent..."

As soon as the man in the burqa raised his hand, several bone spurs protruded out from the cheeks of the strong demon and inserted into its mouth, completely blocking the demon's screams.

"How is this?"

Lancelot patted Brutal's shoulder, shook his head lightly, the dwarf opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

A group of people passed through the withered yellow portal and found themselves in a hall full of sofas and benches.Through the windows behind everyone, they could see the magnificent Blood River Waterfall on the opposite side, and the city of Moglondar was not far below them.

"Welcome back, this is a lounge for visitors, and usually only the Lords of Withering will come here." The burqa man who guided them nodded at everyone, "Sir Lancelot, can you Will you follow me to the place where the Eye of Tharizdun rests?"

"Don't bother, I can give it to you now." Lancelow took off the sepak takraw ball hanging from his waist and threw it directly to the burqa man, "We want a map, this small request should be satisfied, right?"

The man in the burqa caught the artifact thrown over him, his movements seemed a little flustered, and the hands holding the artifact even trembled slightly.

"That is of course a very reasonable request." The man in the burqa bowed to Lancelot again, "But we are eager to know the answers to some questions. Some are about... about the 'Great Arbiter' Satugura The rumors are very disturbing and we would like to hear some information directly from you. This should not take too long and your partner can rest here."

"Ok."

Lancelow nodded. Considering that they really owe a debt to a guy who has been showing off as a halfling all the year round, he has to take the blame for it no matter what.

Lancelot followed the burqa monk up the steps leading to a higher level.They went up several floors in a row, and this area was really like a monastery, either an empty meditation room, or an archive full of scrolls and books.Occasionally, they would come across a few other monks who were covered in burqas. Their attitude towards Lancelow's leader was very respectful. Obviously, that person's status among them was not low.

Finally, the two of them came to a heavily guarded staircase, where several monks also wearing burqas stood guard.Unlike other monks, they had a strange weapon like a short-handled sickle pinned to their waists, and they were taller, and their aura was stronger than half of the robed men.

Seeing the burqa man leading the way for Lancelot, they hurriedly saluted, and one of them asked in a respectful tone:

"Grandmaster, do you have any orders?"

To Lancelot's surprise, the owner of this voice was obviously a woman, although she was as old as the creaking sound of a rotten coffin being lifted.The man in the burqa who led Lancelot nodded briefly, and at the same time raised the takraw ball in his hand, and said:

"I'm here to send the artifact back to the Holy Land."

"Have you found the artifact?" The female monk sounded very pleasantly surprised, but she glanced at Lancelot behind and asked hesitantly, "Then who is this?"

"He is Sir Lancelot from Twinbridge Town, the next Blight Lord of the Spray Fields. I want to talk to him alone, is it okay?"

As soon as the words came out, the burqa men in front of Lancelot became visibly commotioned, as if the human knight was a well-known figure.He himself was a little baffled by this. What kind of rumors did Pacos spread, why did he feel so outrageous?

"Of course no problem, please come in."

The burqa monks on the steps gave way one after another, and Lancelow followed the burqa man known as the Grand Master up and entered a completely dark hall.

With the vision of a human knight, he can naturally see through these darkness.The layout of this hall is like a shrine, surrounded by benches that seem to be for believers to sit on when praying, and in the middle of the hall there is a high platform made of three large stones, with a spherical groove in the center, At the moment it is empty inside.

The grand master walking in front of him held the Eye of Sarrizdun in his hand, a black flame suddenly rose, and the vines wrapped around the surface of the artifact were ignited in a strange way—they moved at a speed visible to the naked eye. Withered and decayed, it turned into a mass of ashes after a few breaths, floating in the air.

The Eye of Tharizdun emits its characteristic black light, allowing Lancelot to see normally without darkvision.

"what?"

The Grand Master in front let out a strange whisper, because Lancelot actually knew the reason well: If the black light emitted by the artifact was like a torch before, it is just a candle now.But at this moment, he could only pretend to be stupid, and asked:

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

The man in the burqa didn't answer him, but took two quick steps, placed the artifact in the groove of the high platform in the center of the hall, and then uttered a vague incantation. Lancelot noticed a strange magical fluctuation.

With a low humming sound, a thin red thread appeared inside the black bead.The man in the burqa patted on the boulders that made up the platform again, shooting out a red glow from each of the stones, and after being scattered by the artifact itself, various complex patterns were projected onto the ceiling of the hall.

Lancelow looked up and found that it was the structural diagram of the Great Abyss, but the images created by these corrupt monks were flat, and now he only needs to insert his consciousness into the black spot on his wrist, and he can Obtained the same perspective as when he input real energy into the Eye of Sarrizdun.

"How could this be?"

The burqa monk frowned and looked at the pattern on the ceiling, obviously not satisfied with the situation in front of him.Sometimes he talked to himself, and sometimes he chanted strange incantations, and released several spells in succession, which made the pattern on the ceiling a little clearer.

　There are really not many manuscripts left, try to stick to this week...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)