Light Spirit Epic Chapter 749: Spying on the Evil Domain (5)

Chapter 749 Spying on the Evil Domain

Towards the small hole, the werewolf bent and got in.

The tiger man also bent down and got in.

The bear man is unhappy, biting his nails depressedly.

"Oh, haha, sorry." The guarding cultists opened the hole wider enough for Elaine to pass.

Or maybe not.

"Card, stuck!" When the bear man tried to get through the hole, the part below his stomach got stuck.

He panicked: "Save, save me!"

"Sorry, this is the maximum size the entrance can be opened." The cultist who was manipulating the switch said, "Are you new here? I've never seen such a big guy before."

"We were transferred from the church in the Dawning Region." The werewolf continued tactfully, lest the other party be suspicious.

"Oh, so it is." The cultists have no doubts at all: "Yeah, it's the time of the annual exam again. Are you responsible for sneaking in?---The exam is coming."

Bedivere's heart sank. Among the candidates who came to participate in the round table trial from all over the world, were Twilight Christians mixed in? ! The clutches of these guys are really everywhere!

Too bad. These **** cultists might have a terrorist attack in the middle of the exam. But this is still a small problem.

What if these Twilight Cultists became Knights of the Round Table? ! Then, King Arthur is like an extra time bomb, ready to explode at any time!

That's too bad!

The Knights of the Round Table are recruited from all over the world, and there are huge loopholes in their system. Obviously, just being powerful is not enough. If the candidates have bad intentions, King Arthur is equivalent to bringing wolves into the house!

The werewolf was worried about the harm that these "wolves" might bring, and Elaine also squeezed desperately into the hole, and finally squeezed in.

Touch! When he fell, he naturally pinned Bedivere under him, who was distracted.

"Ow! It hurts! Get out of the way, you stupid bear!" Bedivere said angrily.

"Hug, sorry." Elaine struggled to get up.

"Ow!!" followed by the howl of a werewolf killing a pig. The polar bear stepped on his tail, which was more painful than pressing down on the entire bear!

"Sorry, sorry!" Elaine apologized repeatedly.

"Hey, this skill, is there really no problem with the exam?" Even the cultists guarding the entrance couldn't stand it any longer.

"Don't worry about him." Bedivere cursed in a low voice, his tail still aching, so angry that he kicked the clumsy bear's ass: "This kid can't fail no matter how clumsy he is. ...he is invincible, in every sense."

Of course, it is also invincible stupid.

The bear groaned in grievance.

"Stop talking, go to the assembly hall." The gatekeeper urged, "You came at the right time. The sacrifice is about to start. I hope the priest can bless you and bring you good luck in the exam."

(Yeah, what a blessing from a cult.)

Bedivere packed his heart and led the tiger and white bear into the depths of the church.

This place is dark and dark, and there is a faint evil spirit. The werewolf walked along the rocky path of the cave, and the more he went, the more he felt that something was wrong. Everything here is all too familiar.

Through an underground passage full of stalactites, a huge underground cave is revealed in front of everyone.

This is a city. A huge underground city with a radius of 10,000 mu!

The ceiling is covered with light fungi, and there are countless torches on the various stone pillars supporting the underground cave, illuminating the entire dark underground city.

There are countless "stone chambers" in the dungeon. These stone chambers, which seem to be ancient buildings but have no doors and windows, are actually megalithic groups similar to the shape of a block.

It looks like a city, but it has only a few buildings that can actually hide things.

Isn't this the same as London's dungeons?

Bedivere remembers the days when he was imprisoned in that dungeon by Morgoth seven years ago with a shudder. For the werewolf, those days were filled with humiliation and pain.

So, it wasn't just Morgans who found the dungeon in London, Morgan found another in Edinburgh. It must be her who took this place as a meeting place for the Twilight cultists and slowly expanded this cult.

How can these **** be allowed to do whatever they want in Edinburgh's underground. The werewolf clenched his fists as he walked. He can't wait to destroy this place immediately and kill every cult here.

The farther the group walked, the deeper they hid in the darkness of the dungeon.

The crowd gradually increased, and these guys were all wearing dark red robes, walking slowly step by step. In order to avoid suspicion, Bedivere and the others, of course, followed the speed of the Twilight cultists and moved slowly.

These guys are heading in the same direction, which must be their meeting place. There, of course, became the destination of Bedivere and his party: the main tower of the dungeon.

At the same time, in Edinburgh City, a young human was also walking on the street.

In other words, this is a half-dragon youth with half-dragon blood and half human blood.

Passing by countless pedestrians on the bustling street, the half-long youth finally turned into an alley.

The person connecting with the half-dragon youth Evan was his brother, Ao Yun, the Knight of the Round Table.

Evan puts the cloak's hood over his head, covering half of his face. He hid in the shadows of the alley and asked in a low voice, "Is this right here?"

"This is it." Ao Yun looked at the data: "From the micro-tracking chips in the candidates' bodies, it shows that the candidates are in...somewhere underground. It's strange that Edinberg still has A dungeon."

"Very good." The half-long youth took off his glasses, revealing his dimly lit eyes: "Leave it to me. I will find them."

"Hey, Evan." Seeing that Evan was about to leave, Ao Yun hurriedly grabbed his younger brother: "Don't tell anyone about today's affairs. Originally, as an examiner, it was stipulated that I could not share the data of candidates. leaked."

"I understand." Evan sneered, his words full of sarcasm: "It's my blessing to have a [good brother] like you."

Ao Yun frowned: "...Isn't the rebellious period over yet? You kid should go home once in a while to get along well with Dad. And next week is Dad's sixty-sixth birthday-- ----"

"Oh, I will come." Evan walked out without looking back, and waved at the same time: "It's a miracle that the old pervert is still alive."

"How can you talk like that!" Ao Yun, the Knight of the Round Table, was not happy.

"Otherwise what should I say? Happy 66th birthday to my father? Should I be happy for him or ashamed of him who seduces other people's mothers at the age of 60?"

Ao Yun was speechless. Their father, the Grand Duke of Yones, as a celestial knight and one of the founding heroes of Great Britain, should clearly love himself and set an example that a knight should be.

But this big man does have a downside.

However, love is just that. True love is often born regardless of the reason, the object, and the time and place.

------It's just "raw".

Oyun knew that Evan couldn't forgive their father yet. This is also one of the reasons why Ivan has rarely appeared in front of the Duke of Yones over the years.

Looking at the back of Evan who left sullenly, Ao Yun could only sigh helplessly.

The half-dragon youth wandered in the depths of the alley, holding his glasses in one hand and a lightsaber in the other.

His Eagle Eye can see through walls and see everything within five kilometers. This allowed the half-dragon boy to find the entrance to the underground without any obstacles.

Knock, knock knock. He knocked on the wall, saluted before soldiers, and sent warm greetings to these cultists who were hiding underground.

No response. The man behind the wall was listening intently, as if waiting for something.

Knock, knock knock. Evan continued to knock, but said nothing.

Still no response. The man behind the wall was obviously hesitant.

Knock, knock knock. Evan maintained his original rhythm and continued to knock on the wall. He neither uttered the code nor meant to stop.

The guy behind the wall finally couldn't stand it anymore. He opened his mouth and said, "You have to say the secret code. Really, the recent newcomers don't understand the rules."

"Password..." The half-dragon boy paused: "You are already dead."

"No, the code is wrong. This is too far, isn't it?" The cultist shook his head violently.

"There's nothing wrong." Evan said, "I'm not talking about a code, but a fact."

"What? You—" The cultist couldn't go on halfway through.

Of course, his throat was twisted. An invisible force, like an invisible hand in the air, wrenched the hapless cultist's throat.

Ahhhh! "The cultist let out a low exclamation, watching blood spurting out of his broken throat. He wanted to shout to inform his companions, but he could only choked softly and couldn't make a louder sound."

Not coming... of! "As a last resort, the cultist flipped a switch and locked the entrance.

"Do you care if I can come in? I'm dying." Evan added another sentence. He killed the cultist in a strange way across an inch thick wall, but there was no trace of movement on his face.

Like an ice-cold killing machine, the Banlong youth has long been able to hide his emotions and anger, and kills without blinking a single eye.

The cultist died soon after, rolled his eyes and fell, and no other cultists in the passage realized this fact, at least not until they changed shifts.

Evan carefully observed the mechanism behind the wall~IndoMTL.com~ He studied it for about ten seconds before he found the switch from the extremely complicated mechanism.

An invisible force began to flip the switch, the cockpit, the hidden lock, and an incomparably complex puzzle. But this so-called puzzle was insignificant in the eyes of the half-long youth's eagle (dragon) who saw through everything.

He cracked the locked mechanism with ease, making the cultist's struggles before his death so trivial.

Crack! The door opened.

"This is the uniform of the Twilight Cultists." Evan carefully looked at the appearance of the dead man on the ground, pushed the frame of his glasses, and showed a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth: "Hum hum hum, finally let me catch your little tail Now, Bedivere the werewolf.

Look at me arresting you, wringing your hands and feet, and tortured to extract a confession, so that you spit out everything you know! "

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