I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries - Chapter 1133 News from the Spiritual Church

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The young man who had met Catherine the Black Saint and had a flag on his forehead.

in this quiet night.

Appeared in a rental house in the East District.

He snorted: "It is basically certain that that 'Don Quixote' is not an angel of the 'Iron Cross'."

"It's not a secret weapon secretly cultivated by the 'True Creator'."

There was a sudden crack in his cheek, and a voice came out: "Isn't it obvious?"

"This can be figured out without even negotiating with the Rose School."

"You only need to pray to the Lord to know the truth."

"You have to make such a big bend."

"It seems that you have lived too long, and your brain has become as stupid as a living corpse."

The young man reached out his hand expressionlessly and wiped it on his face.

That hole disappeared.

He said to himself: "Then we will leave for the Southern Continent."

"The Rose School hates 'Don Quixote' very much. This is normal. After all, their nests have been taken away."

"The Witch Sect has an ambiguous attitude. I guess the witches would be very happy to see me fighting with 'Don Quixote'."

"These sinister women..."

"But anyway, 'Don Quixote' took the 'immortal flame'."

"In addition to herself, she has two Extraordinary characteristics of a 'Conqueror'."

A strange gleam flashed in the young man's eyes: "They can only belong to me."

"It must be mine!"

At this moment, he whimpered.

Then let a wisp of white flame rise from the fingertips.

The flame rapidly expanded into a prayer spot.

Through this spot of light, the young man saw a man in a black robe with no hood pulled up, revealing a face with a deep outline and covered in tattoos.

Young people remember.

This is one of his own 'believers'.

A 'believer' from the Spiritual Religion.

Yes.

This young man is the 'Red Angel' evil spirit.

After returning from the underworld, she used the Spiritual Religion to possess a 'gatekeeper' of the Spiritual Religion.

During this period.

She has developed some believers.

He buried a few chess pieces for himself in the Spirit Religion Corps.

Why do it.

It is for the uniqueness of the 'Red Priest'.

The 'Red Angel' evil spirit believes that Salinger, who accommodates the uniqueness of the 'Red Priest', will not fall completely.

The man-made **** of death that the Spiritual Religion has deliberately wanted to resurrect might be related to Salinger.

In order to trace the uniqueness of the 'Red Priest'.

Bury a few chess pieces in the Spirit Religion.

is very necessary.

But as of today, this is the first time the **** has actively prayed to her.

Something important has to happen.

Through prayer points of light.

The evil spirit 'Red Angel' got some news.

Southern Continent....'The Gatekeeper' is missing.... Suspected of being possessed by evil spirits.... The great nobles of the ancient Balam Empire...

After she sorted out these keywords.

I am especially interested in the keyword 'the great nobles of the ancient Balam Empire'.

......

Southern Continent.

Gurain City.

Also experienced war.

However, the city of Gurain has not yet been completely rebuilt.

This is because the local rebels are still very active.

Therefore, every night in the city of Gurain, it will be as quiet as a cemetery.

Ordinary residents simply dare not travel at night.

Thus.

In a warehouse near the outskirts of Gurain City, a dozen mysterious people in black robes and hoods gathered quietly.

No one noticed.

These mysterious people cleared out an open space in the warehouse, and placed a dark black coffin that looked very heavy.

There are many gold ornaments around the coffin.

Skull after skull was stacked, and on top of the skulls, many candles flickered with pale flames.

Those white skulls are either from humans or from animals.

Some are strange, some are deformed.

Under the light of candlelight, they cast strange shadows on the ground.

at this time.

The temperature in the warehouse dropped a lot, and it was gloomy and cold.

As the candles flickered, there seemed to be countless creatures dancing and cheering.

Those mysterious people wearing hoods are dancing quite crazy at this moment.

This dance has a strong sense of rhythm, and the movements of the man in black robe are even slightly twitchy. In any case, it doesn't look like a normal dance.

This is the 'spirit dance'.

It is Death's favorite ritual.

The more spiritual the dancer, the better the effect.

When the 'Ling Dance' became intense, a cold and invisible wind blew from the coffin in the middle of the clearing.

In this cold wind, the mysterious people recited in unison: "The king of the depths of hell..."

"The angel who plays the melody of death..."

"The ruler above the river Styx."

Along with the mysterious man's chanting, the various skulls stacked on the ground gradually became dark green.

The mysterious man's "spirit dance" became more and more intense, and the skulls placed on the ground actually floated one by one.

These skulls were continuously thrown towards the heavy and dark coffin, which was originally covered with a lid, but these skulls seemed to be inanimate.

It penetrated the lid and entered the coffin.

The coffin suddenly turned into a deep vortex, and suddenly expanded, conveying a cold and gloomy aura.

This is an angel.

The breath of a 'death consul'!

This breath made the mysterious people who danced the "spirit dance" twitched to the ground, and their consciousness became lost.

Subsequently.

The pitch-black vortex suddenly unfolded, turning into an indescribable bronze door full of mysterious patterns.

Squeak.

The door opened, and a dark, dark gap cracked open.

in that gap.

A palm pressed against the crack of the door, and then a figure jumped out of the door.

This is a rather old man.

His skin seemed to have lost any moisture.

Stick tightly to the bone.

His complexion is tan, and his hair is dark, rigid and slightly curly.

This is obviously the bloodline of the Southern Continent.

The old man stepped on the solid ground, looked around, glanced at the mysterious people all over the ground, and then raised his head to look at the sky.

He closed his eyes, as if he was feeling something, and then the corners of his mouth turned up a little.

"very nice."

"It's the feeling of breathing."

"It's what it feels like to be alive."

"I already have a body."

"Next, it's revenge on the Eggers."

"I really hope to see them soon. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"When the time comes, their expressions will definitely be wonderful."

Just at this time.

The white candle flames on those skulls swelled suddenly, turning from 'saplings' to 'giant trees'.

Then the blazing white flames intertwined a distorted, illusory, invisible giant!

Immediately.

The gray-haired old man felt the sight cast from the height of infinity.

then.

Another voice sounded.

"An evil spirit?"

"interesting."