Long Yi led Chu Mo and the others through the spacious church, making many turns, until they finally arrived at a secret underground chamber.
The spacious, empty secret room was completely clear at a glance.
Apart from a stiff corpse, there were no other remains of powerful individuals.
Seeing the strange expressions on Long Yi and the others' faces, Chu Mo asked curiously:
"Who is this dead person?"
"Dante Erik, the Archbishop of the Old Gods."
"What? He was the archbishop of the Ancient Gods, and he's dead just like that?"
Chu Mo was completely bewildered.
A powerful figure who surpassed even a high-level mage suddenly died in his own lair.
No matter how he looked at it, it gave him a sense of eeriness and horror.
Even if this person is not as strong as a Golden Core expert, he probably won't be much different.
Who could kill him?
"Does the Ancient God Cult have any other powerful enemies?" Chu Mo asked, somewhat bewildered.
"Probably not. Even if there were, no one would dare to kill him like that."
The others were also shocked.
Chu Mo approached the corpse, squatted down, and began to examine it carefully.
This was a gloomy old man whose wide-open triangular eyes revealed not only coldness but also astonishment.
It was as if he hadn't expected to be killed like this.
His cause of death was a hole in the heart area, open from front to back.
Judging from its shape, it looks like a hand has pierced straight through his back.
Chu Mo was shocked.
The person who made the move was definitely much stronger than Eric.
Cultivators who have reached this level cannot be killed by simple ambush.
Take Chu Mo as an example. Even if Long Yi and his group were to assassinate him now, they would have no chance.
The moment the opponent's aura shifted, Chu Mo was able to react first and kill them.
Even if their strength is slightly weaker, they can't even break through his physical defenses.
After a while, Chu Mo asked in confusion:
"Doesn't your Saintess Monica usually live here?"
"She doesn't live here, but because of the failure of the last operation, she was punished by the archbishop and made to reflect in the snake pit. I don't know if she has left yet."
Long Yi glanced at him and said again:
"The snake pit is located at the northernmost part of the manor, about two kilometers from here. It was used by the archbishop specifically to punish erring believers."
"Take me to see it."
Chu Mo gave the order and was the first to walk out of the basement.
He wanted to verify whether the person who anonymously sent him the warning text message was her.
Who would have thought she'd be locked up in a snake pit? Just from the name, you know it's no good place.
Not long after.
The group stopped in front of a natural pit with a diameter of more than ten meters.
Chu Mo peered inside and saw a dark mass of venomous snakes darting about in the cave, which was twenty or thirty meters deep.
In the very center of the cave, there is a small platform that protrudes more than a meter above the ground.
At this point, the area was completely deserted except for the snakes crawling all over it.
The ground around the platform, and even the cave walls, were covered with venomous snakes.
The snake heads, raised high, are densely packed like waves, ranging in size from one or two meters to over ten meters.
Even from nearly thirty meters away, Chu Mo could still hear the piercing hissing sound and the nauseating stench rising up.
Looking at the dense, cold crawling insects in the cave, he couldn't help but shiver.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Long Yi and the others, asking:
"Is so-called self-reflection just standing on that little platform?"
"Yes!"
Imagine that woman, who once stood on such a small platform.
A sudden surge of anger and urgency swept through Chu Mo's heart.
With a wave of his hand, countless enormous fireballs slammed into the bottom of the cave.
Soon, the crackling sound of burning oil and the aroma of roasting meat filled the air.
Seeing the fireball appear out of thin air, Long Yi and the others were shocked, then they remembered something and quickly said:
"I remember the archbishop said that she should reflect for three days. Now it's the fourth day, so she should have left before the incident."
Hearing this, Chu Mo breathed a sigh of relief and then asked:
"Can you get in touch with her?"
"I have her phone number, I'll try."
Long Yi quickly took out his phone, but when he called, it was switched off.
Where does she live?
“I’ve been to Wardburg Manor once,” Long Yi quickly replied.
"Leave here immediately and go to her place." Chu Mo's expression was complicated.
Seeing her will not only confirm her safety, but also uncover many mysteries.
After all, she was the one who brought the remains back.
Moreover, as a saintess, she may know other secrets as well.
Forty minutes later.
The group arrived at a beautiful manor once again.
After giving Monica's name, the group entered smoothly.
In the manor's reception room, he met an elderly white butler, an ordinary man.
"Master, he said Miss Monica hasn't returned to the manor for four days."
After finishing his conversation with the white butler, Long Yi began translating for Chu Mo.
"Can he contact Monica? Or does she have any other place to stay?"
After a while.
Long Yi shook his head regretfully.
Chu Mo also knew that it would be difficult to get anything out of these ordinary servants.
I had no choice but to leave with a heavy heart.
Monica, something's probably happened to her.
Although he didn't have much affection for the other party, all he had was that close-quarters battle.
But in any case, the other party also gave her their precious first time.
Deep down, he still didn't want anything to happen to her.
Moreover, the other party may have warned him beforehand, and based on that alone, he could no longer sit idly by.
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