The picture flashed by.
Ms. Miao Gu raised her eyebrows, with a hint of surprise between her brows.
But she didn't think much about it.
"Is it the infection of the laughter, or is it an illusion caused by the dagger?"
Ms. Miao Gu murmured in her heart, thinking that she was being influenced.
at the same time.
The leading cardinal listened to his companions talking with the black fog and said suspiciously.
"Can this dagger engrave words on the Three Lives Stone? However, the Three Lives Stone and the Angel Marking are incomparably hard. The Angel Marking is probably harder. This isn't an ordinary Angel Marking."
After all, it is better than the Three Lives Stone.
The leading archbishop prefers to believe that the angelic inscription of Archangel Michael is powerful.
Black Mist didn't refute.
The other party is a believer in heaven, so it is natural for him to believe that heaven is powerful.
Black Mist then gripped the dagger and said.
"I don't know the angel's name, but we can try. How long will it take us to reach the priest's cell?"
"Right away."
The dungeon archbishop pointed to an iron door with an angel inscription and a relief of an angel fighting a demon.
"That's the entrance to the third floor. Once you enter, you'll be on the third floor. Be careful, both of you. Even with the protection of the ancient scriptures, your mind will be easily eroded."
His eyes were extremely serious.
Black Wu and Ms. Miao Gu did not dare to be careless either. They nodded, gripped their daggers tightly, and activated the magic weapon they brought to protect their hearts.
at this time.
The crazy priest's laughter became more and more obvious as he approached the third floor, entering his ears and echoing in his heart.
Rumble.
The three-layer iron door was pushed open for a moment.
Even though the black fog had its eyes fixed, the laughter was like a gust of hot wind blowing towards him.
However.
Black Mist ignored it and looked at the dungeon on the third floor.
Whether it is the first or second floor, along the way, because there is no relevant area, it seems deserted and empty, at most it is so quiet that it makes people feel eerie.
But the third level is completely different.
The angel inscription here is stained with a layer of blood.
The light flickers.
There was no sense of holiness at all, more like the blood vessels wriggling and the heart beating. This was not a dungeon at all, it was hell, the flesh and blood of the devil in hell.
In addition.
The cells we passed by were covered in blood and bones.
It is no exaggeration to say that it is hell on earth.
The Dungeon Archbishop pointed to the side, a passing cell.
A pair of bloody corpses lay on the ground, but a pair of devil-like wings were conspicuous inside, lying quietly on the bed in the cell, making it unclear who the criminal was who had been imprisoned in the cell.
Ms. Miao Gu looked at the cell sign.
The names of the criminals in the detention cell are written on it.
"Bruch 11."
When she read out the name, her eyebrows raised slightly, and she showed undisguised surprise.
"Bruch? The Bruch I know?"
Ms. Miao Gu looked at the dungeon archbishop and hesitated.
"The Thirteen Clans of the Blood Clan Cain, and the Bruch Family of the Secret Alliance?"
"yes."
The dungeon archbishop looked at the demon wings and said.
"Yes, the criminal imprisoned here is the third-generation blood prince of the Thirteen Clans of Cain, the ancestor of vampires, Bruch XI, but he died yesterday."
Speaking of this, the dungeon archbishop spoke in an extremely serious tone.
"Those who are sent to the third floor have all committed heinous crimes and are extremely vicious. Their strength is at least that of a chief bishop. According to your Daxia classification, they are at the level of a garrison commander."
"There are eight criminals imprisoned on the third floor."
"But after the infected priest was sent here, the only criminal imprisoned here was the infected priest. The rest all died."
He pointed to the cell.
"Bruch Eleven, at three o'clock last night in the morning, tore off his own vampire wings, then ate himself with a smile. The pile of blood, flesh and bones on the ground is him."
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