Chapter 148: Moon Apostle, Pan's Labyrinth

Outside the town, on the hillside, on the top of the watchtower.

The night falls, the moon is dim and the stars are dim.

The tall and slender gray-haired woman was wearing a tight-fitting robe, with one hand on her waist, her dark eyes gazing at the scene in Aries Mountain.

There was a gleam in Daisy's eyes. In her vision, the illusion covering Aries Mountain disappeared, and a ruin with rocks appeared halfway up the mountain.

In this relic, there remains an ownerless divinity, whose former owner had long since vanished into thin air as the spinning wheel of fate turned.

Daisy's eyes flashed, and she sighed with a sense of grief, then looked up at the blue moon.

"If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been able to discover these ownerless divinities. Haha, he always brings me some new tricks..."

Immediately, Daisy let out a light exclamation.

"Has someone occupied this relic first?"

Daisy quickly determined that this relic that originally belonged to the god Pan was now surging with the breath of holy light.

Different from the warm and peaceful holy light of the past, at this moment, the holy light seemed to have taken off a veil, flowing with a cold, sticky, unpleasant and oppressive aura.

Daisy's expression became serious, her body was shrouded in mist, and in a blink of an eye she disappeared from the top of the watchtower and arrived at the entrance of the ruins.

Her eyes flashed purple, the illusion disappeared, the entrance opened, and she walked slowly into it. Two monks in black immediately cast a wary look at her.

They wore the black robes of the Brotherhood of Missionaries, but they did not possess any power derived from the belief in the Holy Light. Instead, they had a kind of contractual power from a sorcerer.

Different from a sorcerer who gains the ability to cast spells through the power of blood, the power of a sorcerer comes from the master who signs a contract with him. The master may be a devil, a demon, or some other indescribable existence.

Two petrifying rays of light shot out from the eyes of the two black-robed monks at the same time.

Daisy did not dodge or evade, and was completely immune to this kind of gaze attack.

Facing the stunned looks of the two, Daisy smiled sweetly: "You two, duel each other, and the winner of that reward is suicide~"

The man in black snorted coldly: "...Are you underestimating our brotherhood?"

Another person yelled frantically, "Ahhhhh!"

The former widened his eyes in disbelief, only to see that the latter had stabbed a knife into his chest. In anger, he drew his knife and fought back.

Dong! Dong! Daisy didn't even look at it. She hummed a little tune and continued to go deeper into the ruins that looked like a complicated maze.

"The clan leader who made the contract with them should be the guy known as the Evil Eye."

Daisy muttered softly, "His abilities are more like those of a demon, yet he is ranked as an angel... Heh, how hypocritical."

Sariel, the "Apostle of the Moon" among the seven apostles, has abilities related to the "evil eye".

It is said that even His essence is related to the eyeball.

Daisy vaguely guessed that the purpose of this group of sorcerers occupying Pan's Labyrinth was to use these ownerless divinities to call for the coming of Sariel.

If gods want to descend upon the Central Plains, they must have corresponding rituals and containers.

And the stronger the power of the god, the more stringent the conditions for his descent.

"Although my true form is a weak divine power, being weak also has its advantages."

Daisy thought:

"If my original body had not deliberately faked death at the hands of the Shadow Prince in the last era, and if He had not been a reckless man bent on breaking through the plane, He would not have allowed me to enter the Central Courtyard Continent..."

The maze was crisscrossed, but in Daisy's eyes, neither the phantom walls nor the barriers could cause any trouble.

They dealt with sorcerers as they went along, and soon, the deepest room in the maze came into view. They could hear children crying and two people arguing from inside.

"Hammern, why are you stopping me!"

"My Lord, I still don't understand... If you are praying to the god Pan, why do you have to dig out the children's eyes?"

"Since you have already brought the children here, why are you still bothering yourself? Just do as I tell you!"

"No, I won't do evil things that only followers of the devil would do. I brought the children here to listen to the music played by Pan, not to make such a bloody sacrifice!"

"You naive and pedantic fellow...get away! I'll do it myself!"

There was a loud bang, followed by the clang of metal falling to the ground.

"Hammern, don't forget who gave you this shepherd's flute! Without this shepherd's flute, you can't even stand up!" the man screamed.

"That's because Shepherd Flute recognized me. In this world where everyone regards Pan as a devil, I am the only one who still remembers the great shepherd god Pan!" said Hamelin.

"That's enough." The man said, "It seems someone has broken into the maze. You go out first, Hamelin... I promise you, I won't attack these kids."

"How do you want me to trust you again, No-Eye?"

"Let me swear to Pan that if I tell even a single lie, I will be punished by Pan."

The metal door deep in the maze was pushed open.

A lame young man in flowery clothes walked out.

The invisible Daisy glanced into the room and saw a pale-skinned, eyeless monster with empty eye sockets bending over to pick up a dagger.

"Pan is dead, and we are still swearing to Pan." Daisy chuckled.

The eyeless man suddenly became alert, looked around angrily, and said, "Who, who is talking!"

"I am the ghost of Pan, the god of sheep. I am dissatisfied with your occupation of Pan's ruins." Daisy changed her voice into a solemn and powerful one. "I will curse you forever!"

The eyeless monster's body was stiff and trembling slightly. Then he knelt on the ground with a plop, clasped his hands together and prayed.

"Great Sariel, I pray that you will come and save me from suffering and punish the sinners!"

*boom!!

The fireball that Kendela blasted out with his staff shook the entire maze.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

The monster blocking the way of the crowd was about four meters tall, with a bull's head and a human body, eyes like copper bells, bulging muscles, and holding a huge axe.

It forcefully resisted Candela's fireball, and suddenly, the rich aroma of steak wafted in the air.

"Why are there cows here?!"

Yeats was amazed.

This monster with a bull's head and a human body is more accurately called the Minotaur, commonly known as the Minotaur.

The ancestor is a mythical creature called the Minotaur, whose prototype comes from Greek mythology and is a bull-headed monster imprisoned in a maze by the king.

Seeing that his attack failed to defeat the enemy, Candela grasped the middle of the staff with both hands and pulled it hard.

The staff suddenly separated into a blade and a scabbard.

Clang! Candela swung his sword and the terrifying sword intent swallowed up the Minotaur like a tide, taking it away immediately!

Ye Zhi was stunned for a moment.

The Flash Sword Master, right? "Master Kendra, I didn't expect you to be good at swordsmanship?" Clan was stunned.

The white-robed wizard sheathed his sword and once again turned into a sage leaning on a staff. He said calmly, "I know a thing or two."

Before continuing deeper into the maze.

Ye Zhi looked at the minotaur with regret, smelling meat.

In fact, the meat of the Minotaur is very good, but unfortunately it is a humanoid monster, so it is still a bit strange to cook.

After all, I am not as good at dealing with people as Cheng Yu and Ba Shu.

After a while, they arrived at a fork in the road. On both sides of the fork stood two knights in armor, which were actually two animated suits of armor.

There was a small line of hidden text on the stone wall above the armor. Candela waved his staff, and the 'Psychedelic Manuscript' spell was instantly eliminated, revealing a prompt:

"These two animated armors, one can only tell the truth, and the other can only tell lies. They know the correct way to the depths of the maze, but you can only ask one of them a question once."

Crane stroked his beard and said, "Ah, I seem to have seen this riddle in a book..."

"Don't ask, just go this way."

Ye Zhi ignored the two animated armors and walked straight into the depths of the maze.

Crane and Kendra were stunned, looked at each other, and followed Yeats's pace.

Seeing that the journey was safe and sound, Gray couldn't help but ask curiously: "Ye Zhi, you didn't even ask, how did you determine the correct path?"

"Guessed." Ye Zhi said casually.

Just now, Ye Zhi had confirmed the route map of Pan's Labyrinth, which was no different from the route in the game.

However, the bodies of the black-robed monks lying all over the ground made Ye Zhi frown.

"Why are there followers of Holy Light here?"

"Judging from their aura... they are sorcerers who have signed a contract with the devil." Kendara said in a deep voice.

Suddenly.

There was a loud rumbling sound from the depths of the maze, and a familiar breath surged in, and cold sweat ran down Ye Zhi's forehead.

Another Apostle Attack?

(End of this chapter)