Chapter 318 The Leader of the Deep Church Emerges

"Kicked like a ball, stained by mud, chased like a rat by strange weapons, vomited by maggots."

"Then let me ask you."

"Do you still like the Sion Dungeon now?"

"I, I"

Fingley heard a vague voice in a trance, and couldn't tell whether it was someone who was really asking him a question or he was hallucinating.

No one can have a good face for something that tortures them. Those who can resist not giving the Sion Dungeon a middle finger after a series of tortures are considered to have high moral qualities. Do they still want people to give a thumbs up?

However, Finger was hesitant and didn't know what kind of evaluation to give.

The main thing is that these encounters were all encountered by him when he took the initiative to come in, and he had encountered more excessive things before, especially after being kicked out of the team.

The torture brought by the Sion Dungeon gave him a wonderful feeling of reminiscing about the past.

Hesitating and hesitating, he woke up.

"Where am I?"

Fingley rubbed his eyes and saw the unfamiliar ceiling. He was still inside the Deep Church. Under him was a bed full of cotton, which made a good bed for people to sleep.

You didn't need to look to know that it was Alaya's work. As soon as he sat up, he heard people shouting "Mr. Fingerly is awake!".

Tus and the others came over to ask about his well-being, which was out of sincerity. Fingerly responded a few times, looked at Matilda, and asked, "What happened later?"

When he was kicked like a badminton for double-digit rounds in the air, he fainted and had no idea what happened afterwards.

To be honest, he felt that if Matilda let him go at that time, he would not necessarily fall to death from the air. As a result, the other party held him tightly, causing him to become a badminton.

But this cannot be said, because she was also trying to save herself. Saying this will affect the feelings of the team members!

In the midst of people's talk, he finally understood what happened.

The lethality of the mountain goblin's roar will weaken during flight, and when it hits them, only the impact force will remain, so he and Matilda were actually knocked unconscious.

Alaya led people to raid a wave of giants in the rear, breaking the attack frequency of the two giants and saving them.

Matilda had fainted, and woke up again when she fell to the ground. When she woke up, she was left with only the anger left after being teased, and led people to completely kill the two giant slaves.

Then she was determined to lead everyone to cross the second gate using the flying technique. If she couldn't lead everyone to skip class in the end, wouldn't she have been hit like a ball for a long time in vain?

"So we are now."

"We have crossed all the gates and are now resting temporarily on the first floor."

Matilda pointed to the side. The passage to the room they were in was blocked by the plants that Alaya had bred, and the monsters outside could not get in.

"Everyone is waiting for you to wake up and take us up to see, Mr. Fingri." Tus said, referring to the high platform that people had been thinking about.

Alaya stretched out a lot of straw to form a clock, telling people that the dungeon would be closed in less than an hour.

"Okay." Fingri stood up with his tired body, "We are here, we must go up and see!"

Unlocking the plants that blocked the gate, white maggots and slaves rushed in all at once. People were prepared, and Fingri standing at the door and dancing wildly was enough to deal with the monsters.

The giant slaves guarding the stairs leading to the high steps disappeared after their death, and those who stayed in place became maggots. They would cast spells when they saw adventurers coming, but they were not enough to pose a threat.

Walking around in the mud, people also picked up an item they had never seen before - [Charming Branch]

[Consume magic power to charm the stabbed enemy, and the charmed enemy will temporarily become a companion]

[The god-man Michaela is loved by all things, so he can force others to have a good impression of him]

"Who is Michaela?"

If you don't understand, then don't try. When the adventurers climbed the platform and successfully used the Charming Branch to turn a church knight into a friendly army, they were surprised at the magical effect of this item and regretted using it too hastily.

What if they were used to charm stronger enemies? For example, Overlord Wolnier?

It's exciting to think about it.

The Gu Zha team decided that they would come again tomorrow to pick up a Charming Branch to test Overlord Wolnier.

Fingley worked so hard for the platform for so long, and the scenery on the platform did not disappoint him.

Apart from the groups of church knights and bishops, just looking at the scenery, this must be the center of the Deep Church, from which you can overlook the entire Deep Church.

A huge building, whether a pulpit or an altar, was enshrined on the high platform. In front of it were rows of benches, with candlelight flickering. Fingri could almost imagine the archbishop of the church standing here to preach, the most noble church members sitting on the benches below to listen, and tens of thousands of believers crawling on the ground under the high platform to listen to God's will.

Thinking of this, Fingri suddenly had a question.

"We have been walking around here for a long time, but it seems that we still don't know who the god enshrined in this church is?"

Gwyn? But the title of King of Sunlight is incompatible with the atmosphere of the Deep Church. It is as gloomy as enshrining an evil god.

"Forget it, leave it to the strategy team to interpret."

I thought there was nothing on the platform except for something that looked like a pulpit. I didn't expect there was a road behind the pulpit, which seemed to lead to a deeper place. The further down you go, the more severe the cold atmosphere becomes.

The statues on both sides of the road reveal a sense of weirdness, like people but not people, and the Happy Valley effect is almost committed.

When stepping into this road, an invisible atmosphere suddenly spreads, and the people who were talking and laughing before suddenly became silent for no reason. People looked at each other and asked:

"Why are you suddenly silent?"

"I still want to ask you."

The atmosphere is such an elusive thing. When it becomes weird, everyone can sense a bad premonition.

The air is like thick mucus, slowly creeping, and the spirits of the people in it suddenly feel oppressive. It is hard to say what it feels like. If you have to describe it.

The two words of depression and terror are the most appropriate.

The scene of Fingri and others being beaten by the giants as balls was a bit joyful, making people forget the tone of the Deep Church itself.

The road full of man-eating maniacs’ living sacrifices, the forest of crucifixion where alienated werewolves are rampant, and the cemetery where half-human, half-maggot zombies roam. Along the way, the feeling of horror and weirdness gradually increases. People may not notice it at the first time, but when they come to their senses.

"Buzz——"

The harsh buzzing sound sounded without warning, and even Fingri frowned and covered his ears.

Please...collect 6...books...!

The buzzing sound lasted for a long time. When people were grinning and had a splitting headache, the sound gradually weakened, and the sound of the orchestra came from somewhere.

The music was unclear, as if it came from a distant time and space. It was typical church music, solemn, dignified, and elegant, and filled with faith in God.

It was obviously better than the buzzing sound, but the sound of the orchestra seemed to arouse the hidden fear in people's hearts little by little, filling people's hearts with the deepness.

Black fog suddenly appeared in front of Fingri's eyes. Looking back, the road he came from was covered by fog. He knew he couldn't turn back.

The abnormal state that appeared just met his guess. Behind the high platform was the location of the leader of the Deep Church.

But who would the leader be? The Fire King, "The Deep Saint" Aldridge?

"Don't be afraid, everyone. I'm here to keep you safe."

Fingri simply encouraged everyone and walked in front.

The hard bricks echoed with footsteps, making people feel like they were stepping on their hearts with every step.

The white inhuman statue poked its head out of the black fog, twisting its neck stiffly, and its head twisted after the backs of people.

The closer you get to the scene at the bottom, the clearer the sound of the orchestra is. This music is a well-deserved work of art, and artists will go crazy for it.

However, when the adventurers really walked into the large venue shrouded in darkness, a strange sound rang out in the orchestra, like a biting sound, which the adventurers had heard a lot on the way to the living sacrifice.

It was the sound of biting human flesh.

Just when the magician wanted to use the flash magic to provide lighting-

"Boom!"

A small candle flame ignited out of thin air, and people looked subconsciously.

Under the light of the fire, the short and fat bishop in gorgeous clothes emerged from the darkness. His eyes flashing red did not hide his desire for people's flesh and blood, and saliva flowed from the corners of his torn mouth.

"Only one? That's too much."

Before people finished speaking, another candle light emerged, and the tall and thin bishop showed a dry face.

"I have a bad premonition." Fingri's intuition is always accurate.

The third, the fourth.

Candle lights appeared one after another, and every time a candle light appeared, people's hearts beat hard.

At the end, the candlelight was no longer satisfied with appearing in front of them. Beside and behind them, they were surrounded by the Deep Bishops without knowing when.

The light completely illuminated the place, and the number of Deep Bishops surrounding the adventurers exceeded three digits!

"Let's be serious."

Fingley had countless words in his heart, but in the end, when he saw the huge monster in front of him clearly, all the words were stuck in his throat.

What the Deep Bishops surrounded was not a pulpit, nor a precious treasure, nor a holy book, but

a huge coffin, a coffin with black mud flowing.

The sound of the orchestra reached its climax, and the leader of the Deep Church - [The Deep Bishops] descended here.