The Dark King

Not long after, Du Di'an saw a towering stone wall fortress standing at the end of the official road. The fortress was about 50 meters high. The outer wall of the fortress was like a hedgehog, full of sharp stone thorns, and some stone thorns were contaminated. Dry blood, the dead body of the monster.

"The scope of this fortress seems to be quite long," Dudian said.

Francis haha ​​smiled and said: "This is not quite long. This fortress is surrounded by the entire central area. It is the first line of defense outside. The actual length is not as long as the one side of our huge wall."

Du Dian frowned: "The inner wall area is like a cloud. There are so many strong people like you. What do you need these fortress defenses to prevent the wild beasts in these wilderness?"

Francis shrugged: "Living in the wall is always safer than outside the wall."

"But in the wall, the view is blocked, how can you see the vast scenery outside the wall?"

Francis smiled and said: "This wild weed, there is nothing to say, don't look at it."

Du Di'an said indifferently: "What you see is desolate, I see freedom."

Francis shrugged and rode the snow lion to the stone wall fortress. The standard armored soldiers stationed at the door saw his dress and mount, and opened the gate of the fortress far away, welcoming them on both sides.

The pedestrians rushed into the stone wall fortress, behind which was a suburb with several military camps and villages.

Du Di'an said: "I didn't expect this central area to have such a desolate village."

Francis smiled and said: "Mr. Du, we don't have the concept of 'village' in the inner wall area. The people who live here are the wives and children of the soldiers who are stationed in the fortress. These soldiers who have been unable to go home for a long time will move their wives and children to Living near the fortress, being able to stay with them, their wives and children can also farm here and take care of each other."

Du Di'an's eyes flashed slightly, without words.

The crowd flew along the road, and left the fortress near the eye. They ran along the undulating mountains along the avenue. After more than half an hour, everyone came to a towering mountain and saw the town on the hillside and the foothills. The outline is faintly fascinating.

"This is the St. Paul Hill branch of our monastery, Mr. Du, coming to the ground." Francis screamed in front.

Du Dian silently observed that a town is standing on the hill, with scattered buildings and beautiful scenery. Francis did not bring Dudian into the town, but walked down the mountain road to the top of the mountain. After passing through a stone gate, two young people wearing standard armor were at the gate.

The two saw Francis and others and immediately respected the ceremony: "See the saints."

Francis nodded slightly, entered the mountain gate and continued along the mountain road. After a while, he took Du Di'an to a wide square on the top of the mountain. He turned over from the steps and jumped off the back of the snow lion and walked into the square.

The same is true of the other five saints, who also saw the snow lion and followed.

At the end of Xuebai Square is an imposing temple building with a style similar to that of a western monastery. It is different from the Buddhist temple of quaint monasteries. In front of the temple is a sculpture of two angels.

"This is our great monastery. There are small seminaries and preparatory schools on the mountainside." Francis introduced Dudyan with a smile.

Du Di'an was amazed. The "Abbey" institution originated from Christianity. It was roughly divided into a preparatory school and a small seminary, as well as a great repair institute. I did not expect to use such a setting here. Is it that the monastery is from Inherited from the old times? Otherwise why are the size names exactly the same as in the old days?

When Francis came to the steps, the dawn of dawn dawned on the door of the main hall, showing that the site of the construction of the great monastery was extremely elegant.

"Follow me." Francis took Du Di'an from the side door, the light inside was dim, the wall lamp was faint, and there was a long passage in the side door. It took more than ten meters and had several passes. Francis chose one to go. The darker the light, the more densely the promenade on both sides. After a few minutes, he met several mouthfuls. He picked one and continued to walk.

Not long after, there was a spiral down the stairs in front of the secret corridor, and after going down the stairs, it was still a labyrinth of secret passages.

"This is the case inside your overhaul?" Du Di'an asked, he didn't ask directly what it was, lest the latter be too lazy to say, so he was irritated.

Francis smiled lightly and said: "There is a universe in the convent. Can you imagine it? Just in your capacity, if you enter the main hall of the convent, this is a blasphemy for the gods. I am going to take you to the trial now. Oh, oh, there is another name for this interrogation, called 'Sura hell,' then you can taste it yourself!"

Du Dian frowned.

Continued down the secret road and made seven or eight spiral staircases. Du Di'an felt that he had come to the hundred meters below the square. After he left, he suddenly heard the vocals coming from the front of the secret passage. The closer you go, the clearer the voice is, and it is actually a scream.

From the ramp to the bottom of a secret passage, clear screams came from outside.

Francis incited the organ, the chain pulled the iron door and fell. It was a prison-like place, but it was much larger than the general prison room. The wall was covered with various instruments, hooks and iron brushes. , scorpion, whip, etc., in addition to some human skin with hair attached, at the counter next to it, there are seven or eight glass jars, which are soaked in the human head and tongue, heart and other organs.

Anyone who suddenly came to such a place would scare their legs soft, and the surrounding furnishings and blood stains on the walls could reminiscent of how much cruelty has happened here.

Du Dian glanced and his brow wrinkled.

Francis looked back at Du Di'an and saw that his expression was calm and smirked. "Mr. Du seems to have seen people who have had big winds and waves."

Du Di'an said indifferently: "There is no conclusive evidence to advise you not to punish me."

"I thought you were not afraid." Francis smiled.

Du Dian glanced at him indifferently and said: "I just don't want to be touched by idiots."

Francis chuckled and shrugged. "I hope you can maintain this attitude. By the way, it’s not me who is interrogating you. It’s the old minister of the monastery of St. Paul’s Hill." Saying, next to a strong beating prisoner Han Dao: "Come and open the door."

The strong man was obese, his stomach was round, his upper body was taken off, his body was exposed with white flesh, and he wore a black plastic mask to take off the butcher who killed the pig in the vegetable market. He turned and took off the shelf next to him. A bunch of keys will open an iron door next to it. The iron door is stained with blood and dust. It is no wonder that Francis will let him open the door.

Du Dian glanced at the prisoner who was hanged and beaten. The latter had a cloak, and there were burns, whip marks, and only half of the fingers and toes. It was obviously suffering from inhuman torture.

The door opened and there was a passage inside.

Francis took Dudyan into it. After a short walk, he came to several passes. One of the passages was much wider than the other passages. The oil lamps on the walls were also new. The wet floor was covered with wooden floors and a layer of carpet. .

In the middle of the passage is a thick wooden door, scarlet paint, revealing a bit of coldness.

Francis knocked at the door and said, "Francis asks."

After a while, an old voice came from the room, "Come in."

Francis pushed in and saw the scene inside. The door that was just to be completely opened was immediately pulled, and turned to the back of the five saints: "Go back first, wait for me outside."

The latter five were slightly stunned, but he was not suspicious of his orders and nodded.

Du Di'an's perspective vision has already been seen. There are two heats in the room. The human figure is sticking together. There is a real picture in his mind, but this picture is not good-looking. However, he was surprised when he saw Francis's practice. After a deep glance at the back of the saint captain, he followed.

"Elder." Francis entered the room, respectfully bowed.

Du Di'an saw the scene in the room after entering the door. The floor was covered with soft carpet. The room was very spacious. It was decorated with many artworks. Among them, some white skeletons were placed in the middle of the room. On a big bed, an old man who was over 70 years old leaned against the bedside, and in his arms was a figure that was so hot that it was so bloody.

Du Di'an's face changed slightly.

Is this the old minister of the monastery?

"This is the little genius of Du Di'an?" The old man on the bed reached out and took the glasses handed by the woman in his arms like a cat, and looked over to Dudi.

Francis bowed his head, looked at his toes, and looked at his toes. He said, "Yes."

Du Di'an was also looking at the old man, colliding with his gaze, and suddenly felt the feeling of a sense of graciousness coming in, although the latter was lying on the bed like a wine, the nephrite was on the side, but the eyes were blind. It is extremely deep in the middle, like a quagmire that is so dark and dark. It seems that a giant, looking down on himself, can understand all the secrets in his heart.

Du Di'an was shocked in his heart, his hair was lightly erected, and his thermal vision could be seen. The heat of the old man was just like ordinary people, but the woman in his arms was like a fireball. The heat radiated is even more terrifying than Francis in front of him. And such a horrible woman, like the Moulin Rouge's song and dancing girl at the moment, did not care about him and Francis in the presence, dedicated to play with the beard of the old man's chin, it seems that this is the most interesting thing in the world.