This aura is deadly

The white mark on the ground was like a mark drawn with a crayon. Chen Ke tried to rub it with his foot, but found that he could not erase it.

Maybe it was done by magic! In short, there are a lot of strange things in this world.

Chen Ke looked around. The priests who occasionally passed by looked at him a few more times with inexplicable curiosity. After all, the Mithril Knight should not be here.

With that said, Chen Ke remembered the knights he met in the cathedral area when he first came here. Even though they were burned to black, Chen Ke still remembered the style of their armor.

It was a completely different armor style from that of the Silver Knight, thicker and with a stronger religious connotation.

It seems that Pope Mazwell has allowed the Black Ring Cult to have its own armed forces, and not even the king's knights have the right to enter the cathedral area.

"That's the knight! I suspect he is a spy!"

A man's hoarse roar came from a distance. Chen Ke looked to the left and saw that it was the Pope who had just gotten rid of him. He actually walked up with three church knights and pointed at him.

Chen Ke cursed secretly and thought about his countermeasures. Should he fight with them or run into the cathedral?

Just when he couldn't make up his mind, Chen Ke noticed a strong white light flashing under his body. He looked down and saw that one of his feet stepped on the white mark on the ground.

"Is this... a landmine?" Chen Ke was startled and quickly moved his feet away, but the white light became stronger and stronger, swallowing him completely.

The surrounding scenery collapsed, and he felt like he was falling into darkness. There was a pulsing sound like a heartbeat around him. He subconsciously touched his chest, which was not his own.

Only a few seconds later, a beam of light shot down from above his head in the darkness, wrapping himself in it. Then, the light washed away, and the surrounding scenery returned to normal.

Chen Ke drew out his long sword and looked around carefully, and found that he was still standing at the door of the church, but the door was tightly closed and there was no one else around.

He cautiously took a few steps back, turned on his spiritual vision to explore the situation inside the door, and found that it was full of people.

What kind of situation is this?

Chen Ke retreated to the bridge and looked down. He saw that the distant view was melting into the white light. It seemed that the only place in the world in front of him was the cathedral.

Without thinking much, Chen Ke calmed down, returned to the door of the cathedral, and pressed his hands on the door of the cathedral.

The door made a rattling sound, and with the harsh grinding sound, the crack in the door became wider and wider, until he finally pushed it open completely.

The moment the door opened, Chen Ke saw an incredible sight. The cathedral was packed with seats, and the priests in green robes all sat on the benches and bowed their heads in silence.

Thousands of candles were lit in the church. In the orange firelight, a man wearing a gorgeous robe and a crown was holding a long-haired woman in a white wedding dress.

They originally had their backs to Chen Ke, but when Chen Ke pushed the door open, the cold wind from outside poured into the church and blew out dozens of candles.

The people inside all turned back to look at Chen Ke.

"Hei... Hei... Hei Huanyong... Sheng... um..." Chen Ke said awkwardly.

It looks like they are holding a wedding... No! Chen Ke realized that the woman in the white wedding dress was Ferraris!

"Who is he marrying?" Chen Ke asked in surprise, but now is not the time to think about it.

"Van Heder's Silver Knight?" a priest called out.

Chen Ke pressed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, wondering what the situation was now.

"Is this what Mr. Van Hed means?" The man took a few steps forward, and his deep voice was carried by the wind to Chen Ke.

You shouldn't have heard him speak from such a distance. This is the power of magic!

"Pope...Mazwell?" Chen Ke was stunned and guessed.

"How disrespectful! He actually called the Pope by his real name..." the priests nearby said in horror.

You guessed it, this guy... is the Pope who was beheaded by Faralis! Chen Ke drew out his sword a little. He was not sure whether he should fight the pope.

The chill in the air dissipated at this time, and Chen Ke actually felt a sense of heat.

It was Ferraris... She was a few steps behind the Pope, and the white wedding dress on her body suddenly burst into flames, like the embers that had not been extinguished after the firewood had been burned.

"Oh...this is your plan..." Mazweil also felt the temperature of the flame, turned back and looked at his bride.

"You can never take away Van Hed's flame." Faralis said.

"I don't need to take it away, Van Hede is already mine." Mazwell said.

At Falalis' feet, a small fire pit was lit, and a sword slowly rose from it. That sword was her ruthless rage. Perhaps only Chen Ke knew the name.

"That sword...where did you come from..." Mazweil's voice was a little surprised.

"Destiny, let it return to my hands again." Faralis grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled the sword out of the fire, bringing up a burst of fireworks.

Mazwell did not speak, spread out his hands, shook his head and said: "You will never become that flame."

Purple and blue light was seen flowing out of Mazwell's hands, and the light slowly condensed into two big swords.

Chen Ke noticed that the two methods of summoning holy objects were completely different. Faralis's sword had never looked so cool in his hands, and the summoning of holy objects was not as ritualistic as theirs.

Faralis seemed to be stimulated, her body suddenly turned dark red, looking extremely terrifying, and the surrounding air became anxious.

This moment of silence made Chen Ke feel dangerous...

The next second, with Faralis as the center, a strong flame explosion erupted. The surrounding air was immediately evacuated into a vacuum, and the red flames spread like waves. All the priests sitting in the cathedral were , all were swallowed up by the flames.

The priests who were close were burned into black firewood, and those who were far away could not survive. Their clothes and flesh were fused together. Together with the benches in the room, they lay on the ground and burned to death. The situation is tragic.

Even Chen Ke, who was standing at the door, was affected by the flame explosion. Part of his silver armor was burned red, and his breastplate was burnt red by the high temperature.

The life countdown immediately restored Chen Ke's burns. He was so frightened that he took a few steps back and did not dare to get close.

The temperature of this flame should be over 800°, and its range is amazing. It is more powerful than a military flamethrower. You must know that the flamethrower used by the army only has a temperature of 400°, and the spray range is only about 20 meters.

Faralise's hair turned fiery red, but the white wedding dress on her body was not burned, which was really disappointing. She held the sword in both hands and attached the flame to the sword body.

"If you want to be the bridegroom of the Fire Witch, you must be willing to be burned to ashes!" She roared and faced Pope Mazwell.

Ha ha ha ha! It’s only 12 seconds away from 0 o’clock!