All-Professional Master of Darkness - Chapter 411

c411 Sleeping Archangel Tyrael

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

As night fell, Lan Wu walked out from the shadows. At this time, the strange atmosphere in the city became stronger, and the rapid breathing of men and women could be heard everywhere.

The whole city entered a carnival.

Lan Wu looked up at the castle a few dozen 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 Hardingson’s deliberate guidance. These people have completely sunk, and would rather indulge in meaningless desires than work together to fight the devil.

“I hope she didn’t lie.” Lan Wu pulled his hood, hiding his face under the hat, and walked straight to the castle.

The castle’s security was lax. The two guards in charge of guarding the castle gate yawned and complained about the city lord Hardingson’s inhumane arrangement. The two of them didn’t notice that a shadow suddenly flashed into 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 distributed in the corridor. However, the sound insulation of the rooms here is much better than that of the buildings in the new Harrogath City. The corridor is quiet, without any sound.

Lan Wu listened for a while, confirmed that there was no one nearby, wrapped his cloak, and teleported out like a ghost. Just as he arrived at the stairs, a room not far behind him suddenly opened, and two professionals walked out of it.

“We have to explain it to Nodink.” The barbarian looked very angry, and made a famous gesture to emphasize his anger.

“This is meaningless, Weiss.” Another druid persuaded helplessly: “What is certain is that Hardingson is really dead. As for who sits on the throne, it has nothing to do with us. Do you want to accept the power of Archangel Tyrael like the crazy Hardingson?”

“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, they can’t do without us.” The druid laughed, patted the barbarian’s back heavily, and half dragged and half dragged him away.

Shortly after the two left, the corridor returned to peace. Lan Wu teleported down from the ceiling where he was hiding and smiled slightly. It seems that Hardingson’s death has made several deputy city lords ambitious to fight for power. But it doesn’t matter. Finding the archangel Tyrael is the right thing to do.

“Lan Wu, I found it.” Leah floated over, looking very excited: “I feel the breath of Tyrael. He is over there.”

Lan Wu was refreshed and immediately followed Leah’s instructions to teleport all the way to the innermost room of the corridor on the right side of the first floor. Lan Ya and the other two were already waiting at the door of the room. They obviously also felt the breath of the archangel.

Pushing open the door, it was pitch black inside. Lan Wu walked in and closed the door. The torch was lit. The dim light of the CD player dispelled the darkness. Lan Wu looked around the room. This was a study room. The tall bookshelves filled this not-so-spacious room.

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

“Yes.” The four ghosts said in unison.

“Where is the entrance?” Lan Wu asked helplessly.

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

The four ghosts of Leah looked at each other with helpless expressions. They could feel the aura of the archangels in this room, but they had no idea 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.

He was not used to feeling the fluctuations of magic. This kind of work had always been done by Leah and the other four. But now the room was filled with the aura of Tyrael, and the four ghosts were powerless. It’s like it’s hard to distinguish other smells under a strong smell. On the contrary, he is not sensitive to Tyrael’s smell, but it’s easier to sense the smell of others.

“Here.” Lan Wu keenly sensed a familiar smell, although it was very faint, but he remembered it deeply. It was the smell 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. Only this place in the whole room still has the smell of the Messiah.

The book sank strangely. Soon, the floor shook slightly, and a rumbling sound came from under his 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 accommodate one person. An assassin poked his head out with a gloomy face and looked around. Finding no one, her gloomy face had a hint of doubt, and soon realized that something was wrong, and immediately turned back to warn.

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

Lan Wu kicked the assassin unconscious, quickly bent down and reached out to grab her collar to prevent her from rolling down the tunnel and causing too much noise. He dragged the assassin out of the tunnel, took out a rope and tied her up neatly like a dumpling, and finally stuffed her mouth with a piece of rag.

“It should 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 the space bag, lightly touched the assassin’s neck, cut her neck, and then signaled: “It’s your turn. I’ll 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. . . . Embarrassing. 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.