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203 Heading into the Depths

Although the bell ringer Leiman supported his father in his heart, he did not dare to show this feeling at all.

The dungeon was in chaos. Some of the walls had collapsed in the violent earthquake just now.

The prisoners took the opportunity to break free from their chains, and some cunning ones even snatched the guards' weapons. Many prisoners were causing chaos, and some iron fences were violently torn apart by the prisoners.

Now, sharp stones still fall from the sky from time to time, and the torches in the dungeon flicker, casting strange shadows on the already chaotic scene.

The dungeon echoed with the sounds of hurried footsteps, the clashing of swords, shouts, calls for help, curses, and screams.

Some prisoners worked together to try to break down the dungeon door, while others chose to sneak away, looking for a chance to escape.

What they all had in common was that they all rushed upwards along the spiral stone steps, trying to escape from this hellish place.

Only Gvogoff chose to go down alone. He suffered a lot and was tortured during the days he was captured.

This made him feel resentful about his arrest, and he was determined to take revenge on the Inquisition and destroy this prison, which he considered to be extremely vicious.

Gvogoff destroyed every cell he saw along the way and hacked at the guards without mercy. No guard could withstand his moves, and soon, his body was covered in blood.

Such a strong smell of blood made the bell ringer Leiman feel nauseous and scared. He suppressed the churning in his stomach, fearing that he would arouse Gvogoff's anger.

Leiman wanted to leave very much, but he didn't have the courage to do so. He could only follow Gvogoff worriedly.

He said nothing, but prayed silently in his heart, praying that his father could save him.

From time to time, guards or prisoners would fall from above, some still alive, screaming in terror as they fell, while others were very quiet, having fallen into eternal sleep before the fall.

Of course, Lehman's weak reactions could not be hidden from Gvogoff's eyes, but the manager of the underground black market in Gritzburg was completely blinded by his fixed mindset.

When Gvogoff was brought in, he counted carefully. There were eighteen floors in the dungeon, which was named after the eighteen levels of hell that suppress demons, and he was only imprisoned on the sixteenth floor.

This made Gvogoff very curious about what kind of big shots were imprisoned on the 17th and 18th floors.

In fact, Gvogoff was very alert in his heart, and he spent about 50% to 60% of his energy on observing Lehman.

Now, facing Lehman's terrible performance, Gvogoff could only sneer in his heart: Oh, this cunning bastard, he played the role of a waste very vividly.

Gvogoff kept reminding himself in his heart, fearing that he would let his guard down and be taken advantage of by "Russell".

It is difficult to say who is more afraid of the other between Glogoff and Lehman.

Glogoff did not give up the idea of ​​going deeper into the dungeon, but when he thought of the overwhelming power of Bishop Grein who showed his stigmata when he was captured, Glogoff still gritted his teeth and continued to move deeper into the dungeon.

Gvogoff knew clearly that he and the mob imprisoned at the top would never be able to break through this barrier.

More than half of the cells on the seventeenth floor are empty, and there is only one last cell in front of us.

Now that all the guards had been dealt with, Gvogoff gritted his teeth and kicked open the door of the cell.

In the cell, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and covered in blood was hung in the air by iron chains. He was the captured Bishop Grein.

Because he was so different from his usual image and his sacred aura was gone after being stripped of the stigmata, even Lehman first felt that the man looked familiar, and then he was shocked to recognize that this was his father, Bishop Grein.

Oh no! Dad, why is he here?

Leiman couldn't hide his shock, but fortunately he was not completely stupid. With Gvogoff, his father's enemy, beside him, he forced himself not to speak.

Gvogoff didn't recognize that this disheveled man was his long-cherished enemy. He just noticed Lehman's reaction and the extremely shocked expression on Lehman's face when he looked at the hung man.

Although Lehman forced himself to calm down, Gvogoff still believed that "Russell" had revealed a flaw.

It seems that the person who was imprisoned is a very important person... Even Russell, who has such superb acting skills, showed his true emotions in an instant.

Gvogoff felt that his chances of escaping from prison were greater.

He stepped forward, slashed the chains with his sword, and then held out his hand to Grein: "How's it going? How much strength do you have left? My name is Gvogoff. Let's escape together."

Bishop Grein certainly recognized Gvogoff, the "Emperor of the Night" whom he had personally arrested and interrogated several times. He did not expect that this rude "Emperor of the Night" would come to save him regardless of past grudges, and also rescue his son Lehman in the process.

Just as Bishop Green was about to speak, he saw his son Lehman winking at him. He made a bitter face, blinked desperately, and shook his head gently.

Ah, it seems that Glogoff didn't recognize me. And indeed, I'm in such a state of torture now.

Bishop Grein laughed at himself in his heart.

He extended his hand, revealing his right hand, which no longer had the stigmata, and shook Gvogoff's hand. He smiled and introduced himself, "My name is Gun, and I'm a follower of Russell."

Gunn was Bishop Grayen's name before he became a clergyman. Now that he has been exiled by the "pseudo-church that does not know saints", he no longer bothers to use the name Grayen and simply uses the name given to him by his parents.

This is also in response to the divine teaching! Clergy should not be separated from their secular identity and secular relations!

Green, perhaps he should be called Gunn now, still maintained great respect for Russell in his heart. In his view, this was nothing more than accepting the test of secular forces like the Son of God and St. Peter.

"Oh? Mr. Gunn, you are his follower." Gvogoff pointed at Lehman, smiling carefree on the surface, but alarm bells were ringing in his heart.

Gvogoff originally thought that the name Russell was probably fake, but when he heard that there was such a relationship between these two guys who knew each other at first glance, he couldn't help but become more vigilant.

In Gvogoff's opinion, the fact that the old man named Gun openly explained his relationship with "Russell" meant that they didn't take him seriously at all.

Who? Lehman? I follow him? That's my son! Wait. This bastard is using the Holy Spirit's name?

Bishop Grein barely suppressed the anger in his eyes.

Huh? Who is Dad following? Russell, the one who bullied me?

Lehman was also dumbfounded.

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204 Bad News

"No, I'm not following this Russell. He's an omniscient and omnipotent divine being, not this kid."

When it comes to faith, Bishop Grein believes that this is a matter of right and wrong and must not be ambiguous, so he spoke with his head held high.

Oh, so you're a pagan. No wonder you were arrested too.

Gvogoff nodded in understanding.

Because the stigmata on Bishop Grein's hand had disappeared, Gvogoff was completely lost in thought. He had no way of connecting the "heretic" who called himself Guen with Bishop Grein who had captured him. After all, the person's temperament was completely different.

Gvogoff looked at Lehman and thought that this guy was probably a pagan.

Well, they put me on the sixteenth floor, and my crime is being a heretic who colluded with the devil. The seventeenth floor is for being a pagan who openly promotes other gods. So what's on the eighteenth floor? It can't be a devil, right?

Gvogoff suddenly felt a little afraid as he walked towards the eighteenth floor. His brother's exposure to demon worship was one thing, but encountering demons himself was another.

Gvogoff didn't think the devil would look upon him with any respect just because his brother had come into contact with a lunatic who worshipped the devil.

No, it's impossible. If the Inquisition could capture the demon, there would be no large-scale retreat in Usedom. They are no match for the demon.

Gvogoff analyzed the situation calmly in his mind.

Of course, despite this analysis in his mind, he still hesitated and looked hesitant to move forward.

Bishop Grein looked at Gvogoff's back calmly, with indifference between his brows.

When Gvogoff turned his head and tried to ask for advice, the indifference in Bishop Grein's eyes disappeared instantly, and his originally calm cheeks began to twitch, turning into a kind of endurance that showed that he was enduring pain.

Before Gvogoff could speak, Bishop Grein asked, "You are the famous Night Emperor of Gritzburg, right?"

Gvogoff didn't bother to hide his identity. He nodded and said, "Ah, exactly. What's the matter?"

The dancing torches danced, casting a gloomy light on Bishop Grein's face.

"I was just captured tonight. I heard that your brother and his men tried to rescue you."

Gvogoff frowned. "Hmph, they're no match for Bishop Grein. Even though that bastard is unreasonable, his stigmata are far from easy to deal with! Besides, this is a heavily guarded dungeon. Besides that bastard Grein, there are countless Judgment Knights. So, we need to unite and break out!"

Bishop Grein, the "bastard," nodded in agreement. He seemed to take Gvoguff's curse completely to heart, as if Gvoguff was only cursing someone else.

"I agree with you. We must unite as one to have any hope of escaping the dungeon." Bishop Green paused for a moment, as if hesitating about something.

Gvogoff waited patiently for "Gunn" to say what he wanted to say.

Finally, Bishop Grein said, "I have a piece of news that I cannot bear to hide from you."

Gvogoff had a bad feeling. Combining it with what "Guen" had said before, he took a deep breath and said, "Tell me, is there something wrong with my unfortunate brother?"

"Yes, it is true. Your poor brother and his gathered men suffered a massacre, and more than half of them died." said Bishop Grein.

Although Russell was always suspicious of Bishop Greene, Margaret, who had long understood what Bishop Greene was thinking, trusted him quite a bit.

Margaret introduced in detail to Bishop Greene the situation of the refugees left in the mountains by Russell, hoping that Bishop Greene could provide supplies to help these refugees.

Bishop Green naturally did not refuse, but unfortunately, before he could carry out the matter, he became a prisoner.

However, the murder of Glogoff's brother was still actionable intelligence.

Gvogoff clenched his fists. He stared fiercely into Bishop Grein's eyes, gnashing his teeth as he spoke each word, "Is what you said true?"

"I can swear to my Lord Russell that what I say is absolutely not a lie." Bishop Greene's eyes were calm.

Huh? Dad, you follow that Russell. Do you really regard him as your master?

Leiman was completely stunned. He opened his mouth in surprise and stared at his father blankly.

Even with his experienced eyes, Glogoff could not detect any signs of lying from Bishop Grein. He sneered, "Good, very good. I can't tell. You pagan know quite a lot!"

"The Lord I follow is omniscient, and His wisdom encompasses everything in the universe." Bishop Grein bowed his head devoutly, like a qualified charlatan—after all, this was his job. "Do you wish to follow that Lord?"

Gvogoff's eyes were bloodshot. He turned around without saying a word and walked down the stairs with big strides.

Bishop Grein's gaze towards Glogoff's back became dull and indifferent again. He said nothing and followed slowly behind, but Glogoff was pulling him further and further away.

I only said that your brother tried to save you and that your brother was killed, but I didn't say that your brother was killed while saving you. As for how you understand it, that's your business.

As he thought about it, Bishop Grein raised his head and looked up in the dungeon dozens of meters underground. He didn't know what he saw. The shouts and screams could not ruin his interest at all. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Leiman had no idea what his father and that Gvogoff were talking about. After much hesitation, he finally followed Bishop Grein obediently.

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"That bastard Grein, how on earth did he arrange the defense of the dungeon?" At the Weinard Farm, the short Bishop Damian, nicknamed "Owl" by Bishop Grein, rarely lost his composure and was jumping up and down and cursing.

At this moment, the "owl"'s words were full of impatience, which was completely different from his previous calm, wise and slow-talking appearance.

But after a brief outburst of scolding, Owl regained control of his emotions. His eyes were gleaming as he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his stigmata. He spoke slowly, "Have the Knights of Judgment organize their defenses and prepare to open the dungeon gates. I will personally go down and quell this riot."

Then a gruff voice burst through the door, "Damian, don't forget to ask Grein what he did! How come the dungeon is in such a mess right after he was locked up!"

Bishop Sigbert, with a hot temper, whom Grein jokingly called the Bull, rushed in.

"Ah, good evening, Lord Sigbert, won't you come with me?" said Owl Damian with a smile.

"Oh? I thought you wouldn't trust me, Damian." Bishop Sigbert raised his eyebrows and asked back.

Bishop Damian laughed heartily. "Hahahaha, you're kidding, Your Excellency Sigbert. It's precisely because I don't trust you that I'm inviting you to come along."

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Meanwhile, in the Forbidden Forest, Francine finally helped Russell locate the noisy and unpleasant voice.

205 Ha

Russell's sword energy successfully penetrated the strange ancient tree, causing an explosion.

In just a moment, the ancient tree was engulfed in flames.

The scorching air waves burst out from the inside out, completely tearing the ancient tree into pieces.

The earth where its roots are deeply buried is trembling, as if the heart of the earth is beating violently.

At this moment, the creatures in the Forbidden Forest felt that there was no escape from the disaster. The beasts fled in panic and the birds struggled to fly in the firelight.

They are racing against the huge air waves brought by the explosion, racing against time, and the winner's reward is life.

Russell held his legs tightly in a horse stance, and inserted his sword into the ground to maintain his center of gravity.

Rosalyn leaned tightly against Russell's chest to maintain her balance, her blue hair flying wildly.

Rosaline didn't care about her manners at this moment. Instead, she gritted her teeth and opened the magic shield.

The magic shield withstood the huge aftermath of the explosion, keeping Russell and his group safe.