Although the young priest has not experienced the nasty struggles of the nobles, he has at least heard of some of the sinister qualities of the castle commander, especially when he sees him holding a long whip and mercilessly whipping those who are related to him every day.

When fighting alien gladiators in the dungeon, the priest would tremble with fear.

He was just an ordinary young man in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. He was inspired by the Holy Light and came here. He wanted to do his part for the human kingdom. He never thought that he would encounter such a thing. In his desperate state,

When he returned to his chapel, he saw the ranger lying on the cold ground of the church, motionless in the darkness.

"Rogge...Mr. Roglio, are you...are you okay?"

No one answered, everything was so quiet that it made people feel bad inside.

The Chaldean priest clutched his rosary tightly in his hand. He did not dare to walk into the shadow that seemed to swallow everything. But in the end, he came to the ranger captain. He stretched out his hand and touched it tremblingly.

On Grio's neck, on the skin that had turned cold, the weak pulse had completely stopped, and the fearless ranger who came to ask for help had lost his breath at some point.

"Snapped"

The Chaldean priest trembled and fell to the ground. He used his hands and feet to get further away from the corpse in front of him, as if to stay away from the source of his nightmare. He was like a child who was afraid of the dark, curling up tightly.

In the corner of the chapel.

He silently recited the holy scriptures in his mouth, as if he was forcing himself to forget everything tonight in this way, but against the backdrop of the corpse in front of him, the sacred scriptures could no longer protect him against the darkness.

strength.
Chapter completed!