All-Professional Master of Darkness

Lan Wu extracted the information he wanted, knocked out Messiah neatly, climbed over the wall from the backyard and left the tavern, put on a black cloak and walked along the street to the castle in the center of the city.

As night fell, Lan Wu stepped out from the shadows. At this time, the strange atmosphere permeating the whole city became more intense, and the rapid breathing of men and women could be heard everywhere.

The whole city went into carnival.

Lan Wu looked up at the castle dozens of meters away and shook his head. He knew that this was the result of the despair of the survivors in the city for the future and Hardinson's deliberate guidance. These people have completely sunk, and would rather indulge in meaningless desires than work together to fight against the devil.

"I hope she didn't lie." Lanwu pulled up his hood, hiding his appearance under the hat, and walked straight to the castle.

The castle's security was lax. The two guards responsible for guarding the gate of the castle yawned and complained in a low voice about the unkind arrangements of the city lord Hardinson. The two of them didn't notice a black figure suddenly flash in through an open window above their heads.

"In the underground prison?" Lan Wu looked up and looked around thoughtfully.

This is somewhere on the second floor of the castle. There are many rooms scattered along the corridor. However, the sound insulation effect of the rooms here is much better than that of the buildings in New Harrogas. The corridor was quiet, without a sound.

Lan Wu listened for a while, and after confirming that no one was nearby, he wrapped himself in a cloak and teleported out like a ghost. As soon as they arrived at the stairs, a room not far behind them suddenly opened, and two professionals walked out of it.

"We have to make it clear to Nordink." The barbarian among them had an angry expression and made famous hand gestures to emphasize his anger.

"This is meaningless, Weiss." Another druid reluctantly persuaded: "What is certain is that Hardinson is really dead. As for who sits on that throne, it has nothing to do with us. Do you think you are crazy? Ding Sen accepted the power of Archangel Tyrell like that?"

"I..." The barbarian was speechless and couldn't speak for a long time.

"Okay, let's go have a drink and find a girl to relieve our anger. No matter who sits in that position, he can't do without us." The Druid laughed loudly, patted the barbarian's back hard, and half dragged him. Drag him away.

Soon after the two left, silence returned to the corridor. Lan Wu teleported down from the ceiling where he was hiding and smiled slightly. It seems that the death of Hardinson made several deputy city lords have the ambition to fight for power. But it doesn’t matter. Finding Archangel Tyrael is the right thing to do.

"Lan Wu, I found it." Leia floated over, looking very excited: "I feel Tyrell's breath. He is over there."

Lan Wu perked up and immediately followed Leah's instructions and teleported to the innermost room in the right corridor on the first floor. Lanya and three others were already waiting at the door of the room. They obviously also felt the aura belonging to the archangel.

Pushing open the door, it was dark inside. Lan Wu walked in and closed the door. Torch lit. The dim yellow light disc player dispersed the darkness. Lanwu looked around the room. This is a study room. Tall bookshelves filled this small room to the brim.

"Are you sure the entrance to the underground prison is here?" Lan Wu looked around and looked at the four ghosts of Leah with a strange expression.

"That's right." The four ghosts said in unison.

"Where is the entrance?" Lan Wu asked helplessly.

There is nothing special about this study. Those bookshelves stood alone in the room and did not touch the surrounding walls. It doesn't look like there is any mechanism.

The four ghosts of Leah looked at each other with helpless expressions. They could feel the aura of the archangel filling this room, but they had no clue how to find the entrance to the underground prison.

"Let's do it." Lan Wu shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes to feel the fluctuations of magic power.

He was not used to feeling magic power fluctuations. Leah and the four of them have always done this kind of work. But now this room is filled with Tyrell's aura, and the four ghosts are powerless. Just like it is difficult to distinguish other smells under a strong smell. On the contrary, he was not sensitive to Tyrell's breath and could more easily sense the breath of other people.

"Here." Lan Wu keenly sensed a familiar scent. Although it was very faint, he remembered it deeply. It is the very breath of the Messiah.

Lan Wu opened his eyes, walked quickly to the third bookshelf on the left, and pressed on the book in the middle of the second row. This was the only place in the whole room where the aura of the Messiah still lingered.

The book sank strangely. Soon, the floor shook slightly, and a rumble came from under the feet. Lan Wu's heart moved, and he immediately teleported to the bookshelf in the corner and hid.

Not long after, the floor in front of the bookshelf cracked, revealing a tunnel that could only be used by one person. An assassin looked around with a gloomy expression. When she found that no one was there, her gloomy face showed a hint of doubt. She quickly realized something was wrong and immediately turned around and went back to warn.

Just as she was about to walk back into the tunnel, Lan Wu suddenly teleported behind her, flew up and kicked her hard on the back of the head. The assassin immediately passed out like a log.

Lan Wu kicked the assassin unconscious, and quickly bent down and grabbed her collar to prevent her from rolling down the tunnel and making too much noise. He dragged the assassin out of the tunnel, took out a rope and tied her into a rice dumpling, and finally stuffed her mouth with a piece of rag.

"We should be able to buy some time." Lan Wu clapped his hands and immediately walked into the tunnel.

The tunnel is not long, and there is a corridor at the end. There is a torch every ten meters on the wall. The firelight dispersed the darkness, making the place not depressing.

"Over there." After the four ghosts entered the tunnel, they pointed to the right in unison.

Lan Wu teleported over and soon found Archangel Tyrell under the guidance of four ghosts. When he saw the room where Tyrell was being held, he doubted whether Tyrell was here as a distinguished guest or was being held captive.

This room is magnificent. There are many exquisite oil paintings hanging on the surrounding walls. Four crystal balls the size of human heads emitted pure white light and stood at the four corners, illuminating the room like daylight. And on the large bed made of precious oak in the middle of the room, who else but Tyrell was lying on it.

This was the first time Lan Wu saw Tyrell without his wings of light and his angelic body. Rather than saying it was an archangel, it was better to say that the person lying on the big bed was just an ordinary middle-aged man. He has an ordinary appearance, no different from an ordinary middle-aged uncle. The only thing that could confirm the identity of this middle-aged uncle was the faint aura of light emanating from his body.

"Holy gods, they actually extracted the power of the archangel." Leah covered her mouth in horror.

Lan Wu followed her gaze. I saw a white transparent hose made of unknown material extending from under the bed, extending to the back of the wall. The white light power could be seen flowing slowly in the hose.

"Let's study this problem when we get back." Lan Wu stepped forward to pick up Tyrell, and then he discovered that the hose was connected to Tyrell's back.

"You can't pull it by force." Leah saw Lan Wu trying to pull off the hose and quickly stopped her: "This hose is connected to Tyrell's angel heart. If you force it, it will probably make Terry I can't wake up. They can't completely drain out the recovered power of Angel Heart. I believe that he can wake up as long as the Angel Heart regains enough strength."

"But we don't have time." Lan Wu was helpless.

"But this is the only way we can save him." Leah insisted seriously.

Lan Wu shrugged his shoulders, motioned for Lan Ya and the others to follow, and then returned to the room through the tunnel. The assassin still hadn't woken up. Lan Wu took out a dagger from his space bag, lightly touched the assassin's neck, cut her neck, and then signaled: "It's your turn. I'll go find two more corpses. You are responsible for guarding Tyrell. Take him away when he wakes up and I'll make some noise to keep them busy."

The three ghosts of Lanya looked at each other and nodded solemnly.

PS: After three months, I successfully faked the corpse. . . . Oops. After struggling in hell for three months, I finally escaped from the control of the big devil and completed the feat of pretending to be a corpse. In layman's terms, when the leader leaves, I am free. It's a pity that I stopped working for so long and I have no ideas at all. So this book will be finished as soon as possible, and new books will be released at the same time. If anyone still reads this book, please support the new book - "The Ace of Three Kingdoms". . . . I am the lord, the ace lord.