The group walked a long way and wiped out many skeletons one after another. Then they saw a golden stone tablet in front of them.

Looking at the stone tablet, Jerold introduced: "That stone tablet is called the 'Hope Stele'. Once people who go out to take risks see it, they know that they have reached a place not far from the entrance. Even if they are exhausted from food and drinking, exhausted, and even use up the torches, they grit their teeth to squeeze the potential, and they can rush to the entrance and come back alive."

"Doesn't people fall down from the road from the stone tablet to the entrance?" Pan Long asked.

Eric nodded: "Seldom, very few. Except for the very few rookies who are seeking death, most people fall outside this range."

"In other words, only after passing the stone tablet can you truly enter the underground ruins full of dangers?" Pan Long asked again.

Eric laughed: "That's right, but I prefer to look at this from a positive perspective."

They talked and laughed and came to the bottom of the stone tablet.

When approaching the stone tablet, Pan Long clearly felt that the gloomy and evil aura that was originally everywhere suddenly dissipated, and the air seemed to have become fresh.

"This stone tablet is still a holy object?" he asked.

"It is not only a holy object, but also an extremely powerful holy object." The nun Kadra looked up at the relief on the stone tablet, which was a knight holding a golden cup in his hand and enshrined it on the altar. Then the gold cup rose slowly into the sky, surrounded by angels singing.

This is a famous religious story about the pure and kind knight who found the legendary holy grail for the monarch that can make people immortal, but returned it to heaven.

Pan Long was not very good at elucidating the logic of the knight - the logic in religious stories, but he couldn't figure it out. Everyone's views were not in line with each other, and many people thought it was natural and difficult to understand; similarly, many things that he thought were natural and justified were absurd and even deviant in the eyes of religious people.

Well, just ask for common ground while reserving differences. As long as you respect each other and don’t force others to follow your own rules, nothing is a problem.

In general, Pan Long is still very tolerant in this regard.

In the era when he lived, most religious disputes had subsided - after all, most of the conflicts in the world were actually caused by poverty and uneven distribution. These problems had improved significantly in the Great Federation, and various conflicts and disputes were naturally not so intense.

Of course, the contradiction still exists. At the entrance of the church in the next community, Protestants came to smash the ground every now and then set up a stage to preach the doctrine, and then they often developed into boxing matches between pastors and priests... Pan Long didn't know which of their doctrines made more sense, but it was obvious that the priest was indeed old and stronger. He was in his fifties and put on boxing gloves and walked into the rope circle. He could still beat the pastor who was several years younger than him. He could not find the North. It was probably the true teachings of the Vatican and inherited the authentic martial ethics of more than two thousand years.

Sister Kadra and Crusader Eric were both devout believers, and they knelt in front of the stone tablet and prayed silently. The thief Jerold, who was obviously not a believer, and the doctor Turke, who claimed to be an atheist, sat next to him and rested.

Jerold approached Pan Long and whispered, "Long, what religion do you believe in?"

Pan Long thought for a while and said, "Strictly speaking, I am considered the one that I worship nature and ancestors."

"Primitive religion? Druid?" Turk asked curiously.

Pan Long felt it was difficult to explain the concept of "respecting heaven and law ancestors" to them, so he could only laugh dryly and acknowledge this statement.

But to be honest, he really doesn't understand what the "druid" is?

Could it be that I still have to perform a performance that turns into a wolf and a bear on the spot?

Sure enough, Jerold immediately asked excitedly: "I heard that you druids can become animals, so what kind of animals will you become?"

Pan Long could only explain helplessly: "I am not a druid, the druid is a priest. Just like there are many religious people, but the crusaders and nuns are the priests..."

"The Crusaders are not priests, aren't they?" said Jerold in confusion. "I have never seen Eric preside over the sacred scriptures."

"The Crusaders are religious soldiers, and the priests who join the army are generally called Templars," Turke explained.

In this world, doctors are probably the profession closest to the concept of "scholars" and "scientists". As a doctor of a high level, Turke knows a lot and can be said to be knowledgeable.

Just as they were chatting, the prayers of Kadra and Eric were over. They put on their armor again and everyone set out on their way again.

Sure enough, after leaving the golden stone tablet, the gloom and pressure spreading in the surrounding air suddenly increased, and even the light of the torch seemed to be suppressed, and the range of illumination was significantly reduced.

"Be careful, there are often skeleton crossbowmen here to sneak attack in secret." Jerold looked ahead and said without looking back. "Although they are not using heavy crossbows, even if the crossbow arrows shot out from the old light crossbow, I believe you won't want to get hit."

While he was talking, he suddenly retreated suddenly. Then he heard a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and a crossbow arrow flew past him and shot the brick beside him.

"Whatever you say, are you a crow?" Eric sighed and walked forward with his shield.

As the only heavy equipment in the team, when facing such a dangerous enemy, he naturally had to stand in front and act as the shield of the entire team.

But before he and Jerold had changed positions, Pan Long had already picked up a stone as big as a fist from the ground and threw it towards the direction where the crossbow arrow flew over.

The sound of stones breaking through the air was much more violent than the crossbow arrow. There was only a roar. The skeleton crossbowman fell down together with the half-dead tree in front of him. The broken bones and broken wood were mixed into a pile, regardless of each other.

Pan Long did not stop, picked up a few more pieces of gravel and continued to throw in that direction.

One, two, three, four, he threw out four stones in succession and smashed four skeleton crossbowmen hidden in the dark into pieces.

These monsters may think it would be safe to hide more than 30 meters away, or it was their combat experience during their lifetime. But no matter which one it was, it was obvious that this would not work in front of Pan Long.

If you want to avoid his reconnaissance, you must either be very skilled in martial arts, have wonderful magic, or... With their size, you need to be at least three or four hundred meters away to prevent Pan Long from paying attention.

This is because Pan Long did not make every effort to investigate. Among the real masters, there are even people who can maintain observations of more than a hundred miles around at any time. Not to mention crossbow arrows, even artillery cannons can be difficult to attack him.

Four skeleton crossbowmen were defeated one after another, which did not affect the dozen or so skeleton soldiers holding spears rushing out and charging at them.

Of course, it did not affect their ease by Pan Long and his party.
Chapter completed!