Black mist descends, and I and the witches take refuge in the dungeon.

Hearing Mil's somewhat sudden words, Andrei was slightly taken aback.

Then, a faint smile appeared on her face. Her eyes, illuminated by the light of the soul lamp, reflected the image of Mil.

Then, Anderbel's gaze fell on Mil's face.

She looked at Mir carefully, as if confirming something.

Then, she responded softly:

"Yes, I'll choose the style carefully; it won't be too expensive, but it won't be too cheap either."

Andre Belle has a sweet smile and beautiful dimples.

Mir nodded, then didn't say anything more, just smiled.

Then, he looked at the statue that had been covered in light and turned into a small piece that could fit in his pocket.

"I will keep this statue. Now let's go."

Before Andrebel could speak, Mir placed the statue in his arms.

He touched the statue; it felt warm to the touch, and although the surface was rough, it had a jade-like feel.

Is it safe?

Anderbel watched Mill's actions and simply asked in a low voice.

Mir nodded in agreement.

"Safety."

With that, he grabbed Andre Bell's wrist and led her out of the basement.

Upon reaching the church floor, the crowd had already largely gathered.

The old priest had already disassembled the soul lamp and turned it into many small lamps.

Strangely enough, the Soul Lamp, though resembling crystal, emits a light like candlelight.

Basically, each of them held a soul lamp, large or small, whose warm yellow light intertwined to form a warm and cozy net of light.

At the front of the group, Renee was talking quietly with several knights. The old priest was near the middle of the group, and he was very busy taking care of this person and that person.

Upon seeing Mil come out, the old priest's face lit up with joy, and he quickly walked over.

"I thought you were all dead inside, I almost burst into tears."

Hearing the old priest's auspicious words, Mil retorted:

"Say something nice, old priest, or the goblins will smear cream on your lips and kiss you."

The old priest was stunned for a moment. He had never heard of Mil's description, but the image was indeed disgusting.

The old priest, feeling a chill run down his spine, shook his head and said to Mil:

"Alright, you talkative guy, I can't argue with you. Everyone is ready. There aren't many people, so I've divided them into three lines, with the elderly and children in the very center."

The ladies are mostly on the second layer, while the men are on the outermost layer. Of course, the men also have the most soul lamps on their side.

Renee was in charge of leading the way, while the rest of the Papal Knights patrolled around the perimeter of the procession.

The Soul Lamp is being consumed faster than we anticipated; it will only last about half a day. You... you must get everyone to our destination alive.

After the old priest finished speaking, Mil keenly noticed the flaw in his words.

The old priest assigned tasks to everyone, but not his own.

Could it be that...

An uneasy premonition rose in Mir's heart.

He looked at the old priest, who seemed to have anticipated that Mil would notice this, and his aged eyes looked at Mil with gentle warmth.

The two men locked eyes for a moment, then the old priest simply smiled and said:

"My dear Lord Mil, please don't tell anyone, otherwise Renee won't be willing to leave. Let's not waste everyone's time, okay?"

Mil looked at the old priest and sensed the decisiveness and resolve in his words.

But emotionally, Mil couldn't help but offer some advice:

"Is there no other way? I know a lot of things, I should be able to try..."

However, this time, the old priest interrupted Milton, his voice still kind:

"Lord Mir!"

As he said this, his tone rose slightly, but the smile in his eyes deepened.

"I am very grateful for your kindness and good intentions, but your strength is very precious. There will likely be many places on the road ahead where we will need to use your strength."

Compared to me, your power can save far more people.

Their lives are just as precious as mine.

In fact, my old life is no match for those young people.

I've lived a long time and seen many things that they haven't, and neither have you.

So... listen to me, child, keep moving forward, don't look back, leave this place to me.

After saying that, the old priest nudged Mil's shoulder, pushing him a little further in the direction shrouded by the soul lamp.

"Rennie! Let's go! I'll cover the rear!"

"Okay! Got it! Everyone, let's go!"

Before Mil could say anything, the old priest called out, instructing Renee to lead the crowd out.

The old priest, looking at Renee who had already left the church sanctuary, then at Mill, revealed a mischievous smile on his face:

"Alright, Lord Mir, don't be so indecisive. I've been living for a long time. The things in the black mist are very intelligent."

They knew who to target first for corruption; I was already corrupted by the black mist after my son's death.

I was practically a living dead yesterday morning. By staying here, I can buy you some more time.

The cross is the way the Holy Spirit died. Perhaps the next time we meet will be in heaven. Then you should try to please me, and I might take care of you again.

As the old priest spoke, he slowly walked into the darkness, and the spirit lamp in his hand gradually dimmed.

Go, and don't look back.

Mil looked at the old priest, his eyes slightly red.

He was angry.

That damned bard, why does he always maliciously denigrate the Church of Light? I only just found out the truth now, how despicable!

Mir was so angry she almost cried.

He lowered his voice and took Andreebel's hand:

"Walk."

Anderbel looked at the old priest at that moment. She didn't say anything, but simply nodded slightly and bowed slightly.

"I'm sorry to have made you suffer."

The old priest said one last thing, and Andrei paused for a moment before leaving.

Mil was at the back of the group. He looked back and saw that the black mist had already reached less than a hundred meters behind the church.

Seeing this, Renee immediately shouted to the crowd behind her:

"Hurry up! Oren, you come here and lead everyone, I'll go and cover the rear with the priest..."

"No!"

Mir's voice came through, carrying an undeniable air.

"Full speed ahead! The priest has a way to end this!"

The next moment, before Renee could refute, an extremely dazzling golden light surged from Mir's body.

"Wind's Whisper - Group Acceleration!"

After being empowered by the divine, when Mir used his skills at full power, a faint phantom of the Goddess of Light appeared behind him!

A golden-green light enveloped all the refugees.

Keep moving forward, don't look back!