You're an assassin, why do you focus on ranged?

Chapter 338

The mysterious man was a straightforward person. As soon as the question came out, before Qin Chuan could respond, he had already turned the candlestick.

As the candlestick turned, the sound of the mechanism moving sounded under the temple, and the metal gears rotated and rubbed, finally turning into a loud sound.

Boom!

As the drum beat, the floor of the temple cracked.

Qin Chuan wanted to greet her cordially, but thinking that the mysterious man was a woman, he could only swallow his words and shout loudly while falling.

"Thank you!"

The mysterious man floated in the air and waved politely.

"You're welcome."

...

The falling process was not short. Qin Chuan estimated that he had fallen about 200 meters.

Fortunately, when he was close to the bottom, an invisible buoyancy was generated, allowing him to land safely.

Unlike above, the light here was very dim, and it was constantly decreasing as time went by.

Taking advantage of the last rays of light, Qin Chuan found himself on the street. The exterior style of the building was more medieval, and it felt a little outdated compared to the mainstream style of Apocalypse.

Judging from the time, it was between five and six in the afternoon in this space, but strangely, the street was empty.

What was the content of this trial? This was what Qin Chuan urgently needed to figure out.

Ding, Ding, Ding.

The dull bell sounded overhead, and footsteps could be heard faintly in the distance, as if they were moving in a certain direction.

Qin Chuan's heart moved, and he went in the direction of the bell.

Walking around the corner of the street, he saw many translucent figures, all with frightened and uneasy expressions, and they kept observing the left and right while walking quickly.

Especially in the dark corners, the sight would immediately move away, as if something would run out of it.

These figures had no entity, and several of them passed straight through Qin Chuan's body, running forward on their own, and whispering from time to time.

Qin Chuan listened for a while, and the basic meaning was to pray for the protection of the gods and to spit on evil.

As the figures walked forward, Qin Chuan came to a wide square.

There was a stone platform in the center of the square, and all kinds of figures stood around it, including men, women, old and young.

The edge of the stone platform was covered with torches, which illuminated the square as bright as day.

In the center of the stone platform was a huge pile of firewood, with a shelf inside, and a woman hanging on it.

Qin Chuan understood a little.

This should have happened during the witch hunt.

The content of the trial was to let him be a bystander, or to actually participate in it.

However, Qin Chuan could not touch the figures around him. When he walked forward to the stone platform, no one noticed his existence.

If he was allowed to participate in it, how could it be achieved? He could only continue to observe.

As the crowd gathered, the onlookers began to get restless. They raised their arms and shouted, but Qin Chuan could not hear any sound.

But judging from their expressions, they were probably shouting "burn her to death".

Soon, a group of church members came from a distance, led by a middle-aged man who looked like a missionary. He came to the woman on the shelf, opened the book in his hand, and chanted something fanatically.

The woman on the shelf raised her head with difficulty, spit, and a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

This was obviously a self-inflicted act.

The missionary took the spiked whip from the knight next to him and whipped her hard.

The woman opened her mouth slightly, as if she was saying something, but it was still the same, and Qin Chuan couldn't hear it.

After a while, the missionary was probably tired of whipping, so he handed the whip to the knight and started chanting again with the book.

As the missionary whispered, the book in his hand emitted a soft light, and the people below became agitated, wanting to get closer to this light, and even a stampede occurred for this.

But no one cared.

Huh.

The sound of rising flames appeared in Qin Chuan's ears. He saw the missionary take a torch, turn around and shout something to the crowd, and the people below became more and more fanatical.

Qin Chuan estimated that the next step would be to burn.

But considering that he had just heard the flames rising, Qin Chuan guessed that this torch was an interactive project.

With a thought, the shadow flying knife cut off the torch.

At the moment the torch fell to the ground, the missionary's face was horrified, and the people below became more and more uneasy, looking around vigilantly.

The woman on the shelf also noticed something, raised her head and looked at the place where Qin Chuan was, her lips moved slightly, and a subtle voice floated over.

"Distant traveler, is it dark?"

Qin Chuan looked up at the sky, and there was still a little time before dark.

But this did not bother him.

The shadow curtain opened, the sanctuary effect was activated, and the whole city instantly entered the night state.

The last dim light disappeared, and even the torch on the stone platform was swallowed by the night.

Qin Chuan saw,Some black spots appeared on the skin of the woman on the shelf, and continued to extend, like a black ribbon dancing in the air. The shelf that bound the woman disappeared silently, and the iron chain as thick as a finger was easily cut off.

Next, it was a one-sided crushing and beating.

Where the black ribbon passed, everything was cut open.

When the shadow curtain ended and the dim light descended on this area again, the only one standing was the woman.

"Thank you, traveler from afar."

The woman gave a greeting, her expression indifferent, and it was completely impossible to tell that she had just killed at least a thousand humans.

Qin Chuan asked tentatively: "What's your name?"

"Alessa."

"Okay, Alessa, what is this place, and why are you hanging on the rack?"

"This is Beli City. As for why I am hanging on the rack, it's because the church here has gone crazy. They are crazy..."

"Wait." Qin Chuan interrupted Alessa's story with a subtle expression, "You mean, this is Beli City?"

Alessa was a little confused, but she didn't think much about it. She nodded and said, "Yes, this is Beli City. City, have you heard of this city? "

Qin Chuan said without comment: "I seem to have heard of it. By the way, you said that the church here is crazy, where is it specifically manifested."

Speaking of this, pain and hatred flashed in Alessa's eyes, and her tone became grim: "About last year, the church began to wantonly arrest those they thought were heretics, regardless of gender, age, and age, and burned them all to death."

This is indeed crazy, but the church has always struck hard against heretics, and the means have always been cruel. It is not convincing to conclude that the church is crazy based on this.

He needs more clear evidence.

In addition, compared with the so-called crazy church, Qin Chuan thinks Alessa is more suspicious.

Killing thousands of humans in the square in an instant, including high-level knights, is not something that ordinary people can do.

If Alessa is really that strong, how could she be reduced to being roasted on a rack.

The key to the problem lies in the night.

Alessa suddenly broke out after the night fell.

Could it be that she is the Lady of the Night?