The turbid air contains a lot of dust, and ordinary eyesight cannot see the inside of the temple clearly.

In order to adapt the dark environment, Moya and Sistale stayed at the entrance of the temple to wait, but there was too much dust, so they had to communicate with each other's ideas in sign language.

[What is the purpose of asking those mercenaries to find their own tribe members?] Sistaer has been holding this question for a long time.

[There are fewer tits between the same clans. Compared with the night elves, we Truths are much more united. This is also to prevent the great elder from monopolizing the rule of the Night elves. The more Truths, the less likely he will become the new elves king. Anster himself also understood that even if he replaced the position of the Priest in the future, God will never favor him when the Truths exists for only one day. This is what he knew that the Night elves needed me, the high priest, but still wanted to remove me.

Reason. Rights are the center of all night elves' lives. As half of the night elves, Sistale, have you been restless because of this nature that is brought to life in your blood? Have you never murdered your relatives in order to seize a higher status?] When you think of the evil habits of the night elves, Moya feels that his future is confused. If she does not make plans for her future and gathers more tribesmen to fight against the soon-to-growing night elves, the famous supreme priest will be her future tomorrow.

[Hmph, you have learned almost the human style.] Unable to refute Moya's ridicule, Sistaer, who was temporarily at a disadvantage, had to deal with it a few words randomly.

[There is no way, I have lived in human society for a long time. Moreover, there are indeed many places in humans that we ancient species must learn from.] Moya smiled at Sistale's unnatural answer. She knew that this guy was stinky and had a special grudge. Not only did he like to embarrass himself verbally, but he also liked to upgrade this kind of unmalignant struggle to actually act. He was indeed a simple-minded person, and he started fighting and tried to win by force.

[You have already planned it.] After spending a long time together, Sistaer has roughly understood Moya's habits. She must have been confident, otherwise she would not have been so confident that the blood-colored mercenaries would be able to find her secluded compatriots.

There are no outsiders in the dark temple, Moya explained her thoughts in sign language; [I suspect that, besides your brother who has been executed, there are other traitors. In order to avoid their spies, I did not tell Bilfitt about my suspicion, I was worried... He might have been imposed by the Great Elder with a psychic hypnosis, and would have unconsciously exposed my secrets and plans. This trip to the swamp is an example, and I did not tell the Lord.

Lao He Ji Chief Ji was eager to improve his strength, but Bai Ling knew my purpose, so she set up a trap and used ancient legends to lure me into the swamp. She probably didn't know the power of the Ring of Fierce, or did she know that I had such a powerful artifact as the Ring of Fierce, or did she know that the Black Dragon was so ineffective... She always knew that she must think that I was dead in the swamp, why did she so deliberately go to death? I have no deep hatred with her, right?]

[Who knows what hatred is between you? Why do you believe that I was not hypnotized? I am the secret killer sent by the Great Elder to monitor your secretly?]

[He wouldn't do this, and Anster was also afraid that the hypnosis imposed on you would be discovered by me. The fluctuations of the dark magic were easily noticed by the dark clan. It was only when I felt the strange magic power on Bilfit that I began to suspect that besides the night elves who had been executed, there were other traitors. And I checked it. There was no additional magic on you. This old man was very cunning. He knew that I trust Bilfit, so he started to attack him. As for you, it has not been a day or two that we have been in a row. The Great Elder must think that I will never trust you, so..., wait, did you find out?!]

Moya, whose eyes had just adapted to the darkness, suddenly felt the sound of objects moving through the ground, which was very dull, and it grew from one or two at the highest point to a group.

[I just discovered that there is more than one, your eyes...] In fact, Sistale is most worried about Moya's body. He used the Ring of Death in the morning. Now if he wants to use magic power more often, I don't know if it will increase the damage to the body.

[I've almost adapted, and I can handle it with my perception, let's go and take a look.] Knowing what Sistale is worried about, Moya showed a sarcastic smile; [At least I haven't lived enough yet, don't worry about your life. Maybe I'm not dead yet, you'll die first.]

[Is that true? Then you better not ask me for help. Then...hey, have you heard this woman?]

[I heard, Lord Paladin, let's go, if you continue to argue like this, you won't find the "cursive authority" tomorrow.]

Stop the bickering for the time being, Sistaer took out the equipment soaked in dragon blood and put it on. After the baptism of dragon blood, the weapon became sharper and the defense became stronger.

When I return to the city, Moya needs to study carefully how to improve the attributes of these equipment.

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Because he was worried that opening the magic barrier would touch the mechanism, Sistaer walked in front with a shield, and Moya prepared to follow the defensive barrier.

After each use of the Fierce Ring, the artifact will take a whole day to recover, and all its abilities will disappear and become a useless ornament.

Advancing in the corridor covered with broken rocks and walls was very slow, and you had to be careful of traps along the way. After exploring a few hours, they finally arrived at the third level of the temple.

[I'm not dazzled, right?]

Pointing at the objects moving in an orderly manner in front of him, Moya asked Sistale next to him with a headache; [This is the Temple of the Dark Moon, not the realm of the God of Death, why do those guys appear?]

[How could I know?] Looking at the densely packed zombies, Sistale also had a numb scalp. The majestic hall was densely filled with dead bodies without rotting, and there were more than a few hundred, because of their existence, in addition to dust, the air also had a disgusting smell of rottenness.

In theory, except for the Death Corps, there is absolutely no way to gather so many immortal monsters in the same place. Look at their strange green all over their bodies, you can tell that this is the more advanced immortal monster "Virus Zombies" in the dark system, which is three levels higher than ordinary zombies. Only the advanced light magic "Holy Light" can disperse their dead bodies and souls together.

But Moya is a pure dark system, and there is no possibility of using high-level light spells, and Sistale, who has half the dark blood, cannot do this.

As soon as they entered the temple, the first obstacle stumped the two of them. It was not particularly difficult, but it would be too difficult to let the two people from the dark camps cast advanced light spells.

[If you attack them with dark spells, will it work?] Sistaer made a suggestion, but immediately rejected Moya.

[Dark attack spells have a reflectivity of 30% to monsters of the same line and a failure rate of 15%. The immortal system will absorb dark spells, which will reduce the damage caused to them by spells. I originally could not use many spells, and those ordinary spells are even less powerful when used on them. Don’t you have a Paladin? You should have magic tricks that can deal with immortals, right?] Hiding behind the stone pillars and looking at the slow-moving zombies, Moya remembered the identity of the Paladin of Sistale.

Sistaer shook his head; [Although I am a paladin, my mixed bloodline has affected my possibility of learning advanced light techniques. With the current "evil exorcism" technique, I cannot disperse all the zombies, which will attract their attention. I will destroy the undead creatures in the dark aura. I don't need to say this, you know the consequences.

[Do you think I can activate the Fierce Ring again in this case? Don’t say that my body can’t bear it, I just want to do it, and I don’t have the energy to maintain it.] Fierce Ring requires a lot of magic and energy to drive it. Most dark artifacts are like this. Relatively speaking, the light artifacts are much easier to start.

[What should we do then... We can't waste time here and go back to the city to find Pastor Guangming? With what identity? Can't you reveal your identity in the city? Or think of other ways, maybe we can attract them all to the temple above. What do you think?]

Moya's eyes were traveling through the cruising zombies, and found that although they were crowded, they just refused to leave the hall.

[I think, maybe like the Black Dragon Natalie, these zombies are restricted and cannot leave this temple. There is so much space on it, why do they have to concentrate here?]

Turn your eyes a little further and you can vaguely see the inside at a large door, and there are several completely weathered skeletons, but the zombies seem to be afraid of getting close.

There must be something behind the door that makes zombies afraid, but there are things they must protect, otherwise these thoughtless monsters would not keep wandering outside the door.

[Sistar, you find a way to lure those zombies away from the innermost stone door, maybe... the curse authority is inside.]

[What if there is no curse authority inside? We will be surrounded by zombies at that time.]

[... Then I'll blow up this temple. I don't believe that I can't beat them in the sun. After I finish cleaning up the zombies, I will take the time to find "cursive authority" in the ruins. You'll have no objection, right?] Moya is really amused by the many concerns about Sistale. Being careful is a good thing, but if you are too careful, it's not a good thing. How can those who achieve great things shrink back?

[Wait, let me think about it again, and it is better to determine the escape route.]

[Go out!!] Kick the still thinking Sistale out of the hiding place with one kick. Moya clasped behind the rock and carefully observed what would happen to the zombies.

"Die woman, actually kick me out!" Staying up, Sistaer looked at the previous hiding place complainingly, but the zombie group had already discovered his existence. Even if there was too much dissatisfaction, he had to worry about the zombies that began to move towards him in front of him.

"In the name of the God of Light, O darkness, I drive away all the filth by the will of Tillia."

The unique magic of exorcism of the light system, with the church badge held high by Sistah as the radiating point, the white light makes the entire hall bright as daytime.

This magic of light similar to the protective barrier is one of the few spells that the Templar Knights can use. The bodies of the zombies at the forefront are gushing out white smoke in the white light. Any spell of the light system has absolute restraint on the immortal system. The zombies who noticed the enemy howled and pounced on Sistale.

[Very good, they started to move, farther, let them go further...] Hiding in the dead corners of zombies, Moya sent a signal to his companions in sign language. Fortunately, the guards are zombies instead of dead souls or skeletons that can detect the breath of life. Those things are even more difficult to deal with. One has no entity and the other will be resurrected. It is really difficult to deal with if there is no life sacrifice.

Taking advantage of Sistaer's slow guidance of the zombies gathered outside the door, Moya rushed to the closed door.

Several humans wearing heavy armor fell in front of the closed stone gate. Their armor was seriously damaged, and these soldiers were still in protective postures until their deaths.

"Open the door!!"

"Order to open the door!!"

Isn't it useful? I knocked on the door with the two most commonly used door opening spells. After trying it several times in a row, the black door was still unmoved.

"Moya, are you okay? The number of these zombies is increasing!!" Sistaer turned back, and behind him was twice as many zombies as before.

"Wait a little longer..." Because of Sistale's arrival, Moya noticed the ancient Truthy engraved on the gate.

God's room... God's room... Sure enough, the curse authority is inside.

"Sistar, follow closely. When I open the door, I will go in immediately, otherwise you will have to walk with them outside." Moya said loudly in Truth.

"I am the servant of God, the clan of darkness, the follower of darkness, the priest of the Night God... Open it in the name of Haas, the holy room!!"

With a loud bang, the closed stone door finally opened.

"Relieve the light-type spells on you quickly. There should be no light aura between the darkness we are going to enter." Sistaer, who was busy dispelling the spell, stepped into the room full of dark aura.

The gods are the sacred place for each temple to communicate with God, and the only place where divine artifacts can be stored. The altar of the Night Shadow Temple is also the place between Gods. Since it has been abandoned by God, the original gods have been converted into altars for prayer, and the Sacred Chief is now stepping up to restore it.

After the darkness faded, Moya also saw the whole room. More than ten corpses were lying in the stone chamber of less than twenty karlins (meters).

The corpses near the gate should belong to the Church of Light, which can be seen from their not yet completely decayed bodies and costumes. However, there were also two corpses that were not decayed, which attracted Moya's attention.

In the center of the church, a famous man wore a golden robe embroidered with gold silk and a tall gold crown on his head. He was about forty years old, with fair skin and handsome appearance. If he didn't see it with his own eyes, it would be hard to believe that such a middle-aged man was the famous 21st Emperor Fide in history. He was at least 150 years old, probably because he was favored by the goddess and still maintained his youthful appearance.

As for another corpse in a black robe lying beneath the statue of the god, it should be the high priest of the moon god, Sisia, who was a thousand years ago.

"Moya, come here!!"

Sistaer's eyes fixedly stared at the dead bodies of the church members, and he felt a very strong power of light from the corpse of the Emperor.

A inconspicuous ring on the middle finger of Feide's right hand in the twenty-first lifetime was the source of this powerful vitality. It was this force that ensured that his body did not rot and still remained as it was when he died a thousand years ago.

"Unbelievable... it was it?" Hearing Sistale's call, Moya, who was looking around the room, walked to the corpse of the emperor and immediately recognized the origin of the ring; "The goddess's kindness... I didn't expect that the artifact of light that had been missing for many years was actually here. No wonder the church has never mentioned its whereabouts. It turned out... it was left in the Emerald Valley."

"You might want to... take it away?" Seeing Moya take out the dagger she carried with her, Sistaer immediately knew what she wanted to do.

"That's natural. You're idiot. Besides, 'Love' is a magical tool that can be used by any race. It's the most appropriate to resist the attacks of the light system." But Moya's wishful thinking was lost this time, and the dagger was bounced away as soon as it touched the corpse of the Emperor.

"Damn... this thing actually refused to contact me!!" Getting up from the ground, Moya looked at the corpse of the Emperor's body emitting a soft light. She couldn't believe that the "goddess's kindness" would actually reject her. As long as there is still a living thing, she could use this object. Why would she refuse? There is no reason?

"I think it might be that thing that is causing trouble..." He pointed to the crucifixion ring on Moya's hand. The expressions of its five skeletons were seriously distorted, as if they were trying hard to resist something. Because of the blood of half of the white elf, Sistale had no good feelings for this disgusting and terrifying artifact.

"Tsk... I forgot that the mutual repulsion between the dark and the light system. The Ring of the Passion cannot accept that the holder wears the light artifact. If it is a neutral god, it may not be repulsive." He put away the dagger in annoyance, and Moya regretted missing a magic artifact. She turned around and came to Sisia's corpse.

This priestess from a thousand years ago still maintained her beautiful appearance, as quiet as if she was asleep.

I don’t know why, but looking at Sicia lying on the ground, Moya felt an indescribable and strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart.

It seems... I saw it a long time ago.

Not friends, not old friends, the longing that runs deep in my mind is like... meeting a relative who has been separated for many years.

“Sisia…”

He stretched out his hand like a demon, gently stroked Sisia's long soft black hair and the smooth skin that still retained its elasticity.

This touch...is not wrong... She did have memories.

Although it was very vague, there were indeed similar memories in my mind. But Moya was sure that she had never seen her before, but for some reason, she had inexplicably developed a sense of intimacy.

Just as Moya was surprised by her strange thoughts, the purple crystal headdress on the priestess' forehead suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and a black pupil could be vaguely seen in the crystal stone.

[Elara…]

Truth's words that seemed to be true and illusory echoed in Moya's mind. She felt a dazzling white light shaking in front of her eyes, and her eyes immediately became pitch black.

"Sis..."

Sistale, who was still studying the "Love" ring, heard Moya's scream, and he suddenly turned around, but Moya fell to the ground with a painful expression.

"Moya?"

He hurried over, but no matter how he called, his black eyes were always closed.
Chapter completed!