Some strange diseases began to appear in Itan City. Many people suddenly fell down when they were working, resting or walking on the road, as if they had lost all their strength. It felt very difficult to even straighten a finger.

"I feel like my body is being hollowed out!" A patient said to the doctor in the clinic like this, his lips trembling as if the opening of his mouth had exhausted all his strength.

What's even more strange is that every day passed, these patients began to age wildly, and every day seemed to be like a year for them.

They went from teenagers and young men to aging in middle age in just over a month, and from their original green faces to their hair and chicken skins. The doctors in the city and even the magical techniques of sacrifices had no way to deal with this strange disease.

Everyone aged a little bit in pain, watching themselves as if they turned into a mummy-like existence, and then died in an extremely ugly way. Such a terrifying situation made the doctors in the clinic frightened, and some rumors began to spread in the city.

Even though all the patients who were found were isolated, new patients were still emerging, panic was born in Itan.

"This is not a disease, it is a curse!" A strong and tall old man, with only a slim white hair, looked particularly sharp. As soon as he walked into the medical center building, he saw some ordinary patients and immediately said affirmatively.

Myers is a retired senior clergyman, a peak professional at level 3. He is in his 190s. Both physical and mental activity have begun to decline. He has no chance to advance to level 4. Even if he forces a breakthrough, the possibility of advancement is slim. Myers returns to his hometown to retire.

The ruling personnel in the city and the Temple of the Sun had no choice but to invite him out, hoping that he, who is knowledgeable, could solve the crisis in Itan City this time.

"Curse! How is it possible? The divine art of sacrifice has no effect on it!" said the captain of the Temple of the Temple of the Sun next to him.

Myers raised his head and said, "There are some special curses against the soul that are not so easy to be identified by ordinary magical techniques, and the advanced curses of the undead wizards and demons are even more so!"

"This situation is already in the category of extraordinary power, so it can only be a curse. Are there any more serious patients!"

In another three-story building in the medical center, Miles saw isolated patients. Everyone was like an evil ghost, with deep eyes and completely exhausted their energy. It seemed that there was no fat and muscle on their bodies, and only a piece of skin was left to the bone. This scene was so terrifying that it was speechless.

Miles held the holy pattern in his hand and prayed silently as he recited the goddess's holy name. The holy pattern emitted light and dispelled the gloomy and cold air dozens of meters around him. He pushed aside the eyelids of a patient. As the magic tricks he used intensified, everyone saw the flashing green flames and the ugly abyss worms from the patient's pupils.

"Demon! It's a demon!" The doctors around retreated repeatedly, and even the Templars of the Temple felt terrifying. The demons from the abyss were the most difficult to deal with. They were more difficult to deal with than demon warlocks and undead warlocks, because the appearance of each demon means that a door to the abyss was opened around them.

"No! Not an ordinary demon!"

Miles held up the Holy Pattern, grabbed the patient's head with his other hand, and immediately saw him struggling violently.

"Gee! Squeak! Drink~"

It made a creepy cry like the one made when an old wooden door closed, which was not like the strange sound that could be made by a human throat. Myers' strong arms pressed tightly on the other party, and actually grabbed a fiery red monster from his head.

"Batos Demon Worm, this is a Batos Demon Worm, a monster from the 82nd floor of the abyss, the bottom abyss!"

"Someone is summoning the abyss and offering sacrifices to the demon lord of the abyss Bartos! Attempt to summon the arrival of the abyss!"

At this moment, even Miles' throat was a little deformed. With his nearly two hundred years of life, he had never encountered such a thing. The existence that could open the door of the abyss was at least a level 4 magician. When he met a level 4 magician, he was a magician who had opened the door of the abyss to sacrifice to the abyss and was about to be transformed.

Even the strong men of the Sun Church can not encounter such events. This is not something they can handle. Even Miles cannot solve such a crisis.

"Check, there must be a magician's arrangement in the city. You must find the gate of the Abyss Tarros!"

"There are 43 magicians above level 4 on the list of the Arbitration Knights. I don't know which one escaped to Itan."

Myers and others searched all over Itan City, and finally saw the place of the blood sacrifice and a half-meter-high black diamond crystal in an underground ice reservoir. As they crawled, the space was constantly shattering and condensed. The will of the world was repelling it from entering this world, but the power from the abyss made it continue to grow.

"It's already so big, it's too late. We don't have the power to close this open door of the abyss!" After many attempts, Miles and the others found desperately that they did not close the origin of the door. They were fighting against the power of the abyss and fighting against the demon lord Bartos.

Myers then wanted to send a contact to the outside world to apply for support through the magic bulletin machine, but found that the only channel for Itan City to contact the outside world had been destroyed. The next steam train would take half a month to return, but they didn't know that the train tracks had been destroyed. Even if the emergency repairs were carried out quickly, it would be impossible to arrive in Itan City in a short period of time.

They felt that a hand had already manipulated everything, and a foggy shadow was looking down at them greedily and viciously, trying to sell all their souls to the demons in exchange for a ticket to the abyss.

"We cannot sit and wait for death like this. We will ask someone to go out to apply for rescue immediately!" Captain Templar said angrily.

Myers took a deep breath, and his already old body stood straight: "It's too late. It will take at least one month to go back and forth, and the gate of the abyss will open in half a month at the latest. At that time... it will be too late!"

"And, do you think the people we sent out can send the letter alive? That is a magician with the lowest level 4, who is hiding in the dark at this moment, secretly peeking at any of our movements."

"We may be able to leave here and take everyone out of the Amos ice field!"

"The coldness of the Amos Icefield, without the heating of the alchemy boiler, no one could survive for ten days. He led 20,000 people across the Amos Icefield. Except for the accidents of us professions, most of them would have to die halfway through the road!"

The temple priest looked at Miles: "What should we do?"

Myers' eyes showed fire, as if he had found the passionate passion of his youth again: "We find him and fight him to the death!"

"The Amos Icefield has only a population of 20,000. Every outsider who appears will definitely leave traces, and we will definitely find him!"

"At night, we gathered in the temple and held a combat meeting!"

Miles returned to his wooden house and from under the bed, he found the holy sword that he had accompanied him for 150 years. This was the reliance he relied on to reach the peak of the third-level profession and became the leader of the Temple Arbitration Knight team.

The first generation of Templars, the holy sword left by the Templars Ibrahimovic, who founded the Holy Seville Empire with the great lion king Will, is enough to be called a holy object even in the Sun Church!
Chapter completed!