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”So, do we have a way out?” Adis asked again, placing his hope in the others. After all, if these people haven’t found a way out after being here for so long, it’s unlikely he could find one himself.

Therefore, he still fantasized that they just didn’t trust him.

Clearly, reality is always cruel.

Angisun showed a helpless expression, shook his head, and said, ”If we could leave, we would have done so long ago, rather than waiting for you. This place is bizarre; even the walls are extremely hard. Trying to leave a mark on them is very difficult.”

”They don’t worry about us escaping because there’s simply no way we can escape.”

Desperation showed on Angisun’s face. If he were more rational, he might have ended things himself early, which could have spared him a lot of suffering.

”So I advise you to end it yourself; it might be better this way. Otherwise, you’ll suffer, and after suffering, you’ll have to endure more suffering until you can’t bear it.”

Those were the end of his words.

An Jisheng and the others were very weak. If they didn’t have strong willpower, they would have long given up; even speaking was quite an effort.

The large prison cell fell into silence once again, clearly hearing the wailing from other cells.

”That’s strong; sounds like someone new. After a while, they won’t be screaming anymore,” the long-haired man suddenly opened his eyes and said softly, then turned his head to look down the corridor of the dungeon, as if sensing some movement.

An elderly man, dressed in a luxurious black clerical robe with graying hair, entered from the outside, surrounded by believers.

”This person must hold a high position in the Black Rope Sect,” Adis said affirmatively, knowing from the aura that this person had a high status.

This was also his kind of ability, belonging to astute small figures.

Angisun whispered, ”You’re right, he is the bishop of the Black Rope Sect in Du Lan, holding considerable power. Of course, now the Black Rope Sect is his creation.”

”It’s rather strange for him, a bishop, to come to a place like the dungeon. Is he here for something special?”

The three squatted quietly in the cell, observing the movement over there.

The Bishop did not come towards them but walked to the iron gate near the exit. Two believers went over and opened the gate, pulling out someone dressed in a white robe from inside.

Adis’s pupils trembled involuntarily; he recognized that person from before as a formal believer of the All Beings Sect.

”Everyone, quiet down!” the leading believer shouted, fearing these lowly beasts might offend the holy Bishop.

The dungeon immediately fell silent, sinking into oppression.

Immediately after.

The formal believer was dragged to a large platform, his hands bound with ropes and suspended, the wooden wheel turning, producing a grinding sound that echoed through the dungeon.

”What are you trying to do? I haven’t done anything!” the formal believer shouted in terror, constantly struggling, but the more he struggled, the tighter the ropes gripped him, making the pain more apparent and intensifying his fear.

Slap~

A believer struck him on the back with a wooden stick, instantly silencing him, his jaw trembling continuously, drool flowing from the corner of his mouth.

The Bishop calmly looked at the person before him and said, ”Why panic when we haven’t said we’ll kill you? Did you encounter anything strange in the All Beings Sect chapel at the time?”

It was a vague inquiry; the formal believer’s mind also chaotic, unable to understand the meaning: ”I don’t think so.”

Slap~

Another strike landed on his back.

Hitting that spot wouldn’t easily kill a person but would cause severe pain.

”I really don’t know; I swear I did nothing,” the formal believer pleaded, his voice echoing clearly in the dungeon.

The Bishop waved his hand, showing a slight smile: ”Why hit someone else? I trust his words; he wouldn’t deceive me.”

Saying that, he took a silver, exquisite dagger from his bosom, drew it from its iron sheath, the blade flashing conspicuous silver light.

The Bishop skillfully cut his palm with the dagger, dark red blood staining the blade, then used his left hand to gesture in the air, leaving faint black shadows.

Next, he aimed the dagger at the formal believer’s heart position, slowly pushing it in, effortlessly piercing the person’s body as if without resistance.

Normally, such slow movements would have difficulty piercing the bones in someone’s chest.

The formal believer showed a twisted expression, unsure if it was fear or terror, or maybe joy, as if sensing an extreme emotion.

The dagger seemed to pierce the heart, yet no blood flowed.

The Bishop held the dagger in one hand, closed his eyes, as if carefully feeling something: ”Yes, that’s right. Didn’t those people know the rules? Coming here to seize territory!”

He seemed somewhat angry, abruptly pulling out the dagger, causing blood to spurt out.

The formal believer’s head hung down, no longer reacting.

The Bishop didn’t spare him another glance, turned, and left swiftly, visibly preoccupied.

Even a three-year-old knows Du Lan is the Black Rope Sect’s territory, yet those All Beings Sect people still act fearlessly, preaching and recruiting believers directly in the city.

This initially caused the Black Rope Sect to hesitate, thinking the other side must have some tactics waiting for them, so they had to use these methods to probe the other’s background.

Although they saw through some backgrounds, the situation seemed more troublesome.

He confirmed the existence of a Divine Spirit behind the All Beings Sect, as he sensed the smell of faith in the All Beings Sect believer just now.

A Church with a God and one without a God are entirely different concepts.

A Church relying on the existence of a Divine Spirit is the real Church; others are merely deception tricks, like circus magic.

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After the Bishop left, the dungeon fell into silence again, while Adis was completely stunned, feeling the threat of death, believing he might be next; he might not live much longer.

He must find a way out, must find a way out, now!

Otherwise, he would surely die here.

Adis couldn’t think of any method, gradually sinking into despair, his mind suddenly flashing the image of the deity statue in the chapel, becoming increasingly clear, as if he were kneeling in the chapel now.

The feeling was quite wondrous.

He prayed from the heart repeatedly, just like during the day, kneeling before the statue.

At this moment, he sincerely hoped to receive help from the Lord.