Alien Knights

　　Winter goes and spring comes, everything recovers.

　　 It has been one month since the end of the crowded trial meeting.

　　 The girl who sells flowers, with a crisp and tender voice, sells the freshly picked flowers along the street; the store that bake snacks puts bright and eye-catching signs, and sells bread with raspberry paste in the market.

　　 Every resident, every shop, every street in Yinhuan City is filled with warm and bright colors.

There is only one exception to 　　.

　　 The third heresy court.

　　 Everyone here has a depressed and depressed expression on their faces, and even the shadows cast by the buildings are a bit darker than before.

　　 The staff of the court had to take off the black robe embroidered with a red cross and put on casual clothes if they wanted to go out to do business. Otherwise, the people of Silver Ring City will be jeered, mocked or even beaten. They knew they were wrong, and never refuted it.

　　 A place of trial where evil heretics put on the coat of interrogator, a place of evil that hides dirt and framing saints, what face is there, and what reason is there for claiming to be the sword of the heavenly Father and the shield of believers? !

　　 Old Bauer is 64 years old this year. He is a handyman in the Third Heresy Tribunal. He is mainly responsible for sanitary cleaning and maintenance of articles. The old man didn't talk much, he had a duty, and his qualifications were long enough, so he was deeply trusted. He had the keys to all the rooms in the court in his hand. Naturally, some of the more secret and taboo rooms are not included in this list.

　　 At five o'clock in the morning, it's still dark. Nothing different from usual, Old Ball started from the top floor of the court, working downwards layer by layer, performing his job duties.

　　 The architectural pattern of the Third Heretic Inquisition is quite strange. This may be the only one in Silver Ring City. The underground part is wider than the above-ground part.

　　 The above-ground part includes four areas of office, training, warehouse, and archives, with a total of three floors. The underground part is too big. Even the old Bauer, who has worked here for nearly two decades, has only reached the fourth floor underground.

　　 After cleaning the reception room, guard room and interrogation room on the first basement level, the old man looked at the stairs leading to the second basement level, took out his heavy cloth and put it on him. If you want to go all the way deep underground, not only is the temperature dropping, but there is also a deeper level of coldness that he can feel every time, shuddering from his bones.

In the prisons and corridors of the second and third floors underground, listening to the endless groans and whispers, watching the inhumane prisoners in the dark, Old Bauer waved his broom and planned to pull a few symbolically and return as soon as possible. Warm ground.

　　 After cleaning to the end of the third underground floor, the old man put away the work equipment in his hand, and was about to turn around to return, when he caught a glimpse of something strange from the corner of his eye.

　　 The third underground floor leads to the fourth underground floor. The steel gate, which is always closed, opens...

　　 After half an hour, the old deacon who was in charge of managing the underground prison hurried to the scene, followed by old Bauer, an assistant deacon and two guards.

　　 The old executive bends down beforehand and carefully checked the ring lock of the iron door.

　　The iron door adopts the working principle of multiple mechanisms. The three lock cylinders embedded in the iron door are linked together by a lead rod and an iron slot. The key must be inserted by three deacons at the same time and twisted to open it.

　　 But now, there is no trace of the key being inserted, the iron lock seems to have alive, and it bounces off by itself.

　　 Pushing open the heavy iron gate, the old deacon beckoned, motioning everyone to follow him.

　　Old Ball flinched.

　　 Ten years ago, he once entered the fourth underground level once and knew exactly what was stored inside.

　　 After taking a glance at that time, nightmares every night have made him sick for more than half a month.

　　 just wanted to refuse, and the guard pushed him after he came, so he had to take a step forward.

　　 As soon as he entered the room on the fourth floor of the basement, the smell of sour and rancidity went down everyone's nasal cavity and penetrated into everyone's brains.

　　 Not surprising, the old deacon took out two **** of lint from his sleeves, stuffed them into his nose, and asked everyone to light the torches.

　　 The flames had just risen, and the two guards who had never been here before, screamed like girls who saw a mouse.

　　 The huge underground hall has four walls and eight hall pillars. The rock material is ground into a plane. It looks like stars in the night sky. It is inlaid with countless human heads, including men, women, old people and children. The dark gray vaulted ceiling is painted with death-themed patterns, and is dotted with the arrangement of leg bones, tibia and ulna. Between the skull gaps on the wall, the foot bones and metacarpal bones are used as embellishments to fill them. In the distance of the room, there are some steel cages hanging down from the high ceiling, the whole mummy and the whole skeleton are locked in them.

　　 This is the "record room" where the Third Heretic Inquisition was established since it was founded (someone in the court likes to call this place "the loot room"). The general method is to cut off the head of the hunted object, after processing, and then sort and arrange it according to the heterogeneous ability and the time of capture.

　　 Old Ball took out the cross from his chest, held it in his arms, closed his eyes, and kept saying: "Heavenly Father is here, dispel the evil! Heavenly Father is here, dispel the evil!"

　　 Ignoring the fear and anxiety of other people, the old deacon took the assistant deacon and began to check one by one to find out whether there was any abnormality.

　　 "The alien of "Power" has been checked, and there is no shortage."

　　 "The "Chariot" Alien~www.readwn.com~ checked, there is nothing missing."

　　 As the classification and inspections were completed one by one, the old deacon's brows became deeper and deeper.

　　 Most of the alien species that have been hunted in this room are placed in this room. If you can’t find it here, you may have to go deeper. In that case, things will become more troublesome.

　　 Fortunately, his worry did not last long.

　　The assistant deacon soon discovered the anomaly.

　　 "The alien species of the sun, here, one is missing!"

　　 Hearing this, the old deacon walked quickly to the wall, and there was indeed one missing from the list of hideous and creepy skulls.

　　 A semi-circular cavity appeared on the wall, and the head originally placed there was gone.

　　 "Find me! Find this missing guy, find me!"

　　 The assistant deacon walked to the pale-faced guards with trembling legs, and took the thick record book from them. The light of the torch turned the pages of paper.

　　 Time is slowly passing by, and the sound of paper turning in this dull and terrifying space is extremely harsh.

　　 Finally, a page of paper was selected, and a line of teeny characters appeared in front of him.

　　The old deacon narrowed his eyes, carefully distinguishing the font on it.

　　 "Hunting time: January 19, 1170. Hunting location: South of Watchtower, Raven Forest. Hunting object: Marcos Byrne. Alien classification: Sun Ⅴ..."

　　 The assistant deacon stretched his head, took a look, pointed to the small line below, and said to his boss: "Here is another line of remarks."

　　The old deacon moved the record book closer to the direction of the fire, and read the above content word by word: "This person is the carrier of the Sutherland Relic."