Alien Knights

In a cave near the headquarters of the Relief Society, four heavily armed men walked on the wet ground with one foot deep and one shallow foot, heading deep into the cave.

The leading man had black hair mixed with silver threads, combed back into a small braid, and his face was covered with criss-cross scars from previous battles. Holding a crude map, he repeatedly compared the terrain of the cave, and chose the direction to go in the labyrinth-like underground world.

Beside him was a tall and strong Bei Dao warrior, covered with strange bones, he said to the man holding the map: "Master Jerome, can we really trust this map?"

The man named Jerome looked back at the speaker and remained silent.

The Bei Dao soldier scratched the back of his head, and said doubtfully: "I mean, this guy who doesn't even want to say his name, told us that the president of the Relief Society is going to betray the "Church of Elders", and that the other party intends to hand over the technology of the "Successor of the Necromancer" to the church, and finally gave this map that looks like a child's graffiti. Can we trust him? Or is this just a joke?"

"It's not like a joke, but more like a trap." Behind the warrior, a man in a loose robe, with tattoos of various colors on his skin, said in a deep voice.

The last of the four was a dwarf, who was less than 1.2 meters tall. While walking, he played with the stone in his hand, shaking his head and said, "Whether it's a joke or a trap, it doesn't matter at all. From the time we received that letter, we have no choice. The other party predicted that we would go to the relief society to check the truth of the news. Am I right? 31? 55?"

The soldier glanced at the dwarf, and muttered, "Then why did we choose to infiltrate the Relief Society? Just report the name 'Legion of Discord' and let them let us in?"

The dwarf squinted at the Beidao people with the eyes of an idiot: "If the news of the rebellion of the president of the Relief Society is true, then we walked in with a big swagger, wouldn't we be throwing ourselves into a trap?!"

The tattooed man stopped the quarrel between the two and asked them to follow Jerome's pace and find out the truth of the matter as soon as possible.

The deeper you go down the cave, the thicker the disgusting stench in the air becomes. The Bei Dao soldier frowned, and said with an ugly expression, "Gods are on top! I have a bad feeling..."

In the end, a group of four came to a huge pit. The dwarf stood on the edge of the pit, glanced down, then turned pale, and retreated sharply.

With the faint light of the torch, the four of them finally saw the things in the pit clearly—the pit was full of black and smelly blood, and there were some human remains floating in the middle...

The corners of the soldier's eyes twitched, he stared nervously at Jerome, and asked anxiously, "Should we be on the map...?"

The latter pointed to an entrance similar to a sewage pipe above the blood pool, and said, "Climb in from there."

"Damn it! I would never get in there!" The dwarf grabbed his robe tightly and repeated his protest loudly.

Jerome turned his head towards the Bei Dao warrior. The latter sighed, grabbed the dwarf by the neck, and threw him into the blood pool pipe.

Twenty minutes later, four people with a foul smell crawled out from the top of the sewage pipe after confirming the safety of the surrounding area.

As soon as the dwarf climbed out of the pipe, he knelt on the ground with his palms on the ground, and vomited the undigested food in his stomach. While vomiting, he said: "If I... find... that bastard who drew the map, I swear! I will wrench his neck with my own hands!"

Looking at the room like a slaughterhouse, the tattooed man kicked away the skull on the ground with the back of his foot, smelled the smell on his body, and then said to Jerome, "We have to find a way to wash off the stains on our body, otherwise the smell on our body alone is enough to make our infiltration fail completely."

Jerome took out the map, looked carefully at the direction and orientation, and pointed to a door at the end of the slaughterhouse: "Go there."

The four of them packed up everything, followed the guidance of the map, walked through a long corridor, and came to an underground natural spring. The clear spring water flowed into the narrow hole along the cracks in the ground. On the bluestone beside the hole, four sets of robes of members of the Relief Society were neatly placed.

Jerome picked up the robes with the scabbard, looked carefully, and was surprised to find that the clothes fit the four of them perfectly, whether it was the tall Bei Dao warrior or the short dwarf.

The tattooed man approached Jerome, looked at the robe, and said, "The development of the matter makes me feel more and more creepy..."

The leader of the team frowned as he looked at the robe in his hand.

The Bei Dao soldier picked up the spring water, first smelled it, then tasted it with his tongue, and finally took off all his clothes and rinsed it vigorously. The dwarf watched all this quietly, sat on the ground and waited slowly. After confirming that the spring water was normal, he joined the ranks of flushing.

Jerome checked the robe repeatedly, but couldn't find anything special. He was puzzled, and finally gave the order to change the clothes.

The four people, who put on the clothes of the Relief Society, followed the patrol route and password given by the map along the way, bypassed the guard post, fooled the guards, and finally came to the core test area of ​​the Relief Society.

Looking at the "monsters" imprisoned on both sides of the mountain wall, the dwarf opened his mouth wide, with a look of disbelief on his face: "I have heard other people mention the "Heir of the Dead" before, but I always thought it was just a rumor."

The tattooed man observed the experimental subject in the cage, and said to Jerome: "The three elders once jointly asked about the experimental progress of the "Successor of the Necromancer", but the response from the Relief Society was that there were many difficulties and the progress was slow. From this point of view, Theodore may indeed have betrayed the "Elder Council"."

The Bei Dao soldier thought for a while, and suddenly said something irrelevant: "If I remember correctly, Theodore seemed to be Lord Jerome's teacher when he was in "Legion of Discord"?"

The dwarf rolled his eyes when he heard this, and pushed his elbow against the strong man's knee, and whispered, "Shut up."

Jerome looked into the depths of the aisle, with a trace of confusion in his eyes. After a while, he clenched the dagger at his waist, and walked firmly to the door at the end of the corridor.

As the two door panels were slowly pushed open, in the huge laboratory, an old man with a strong body and gray beard stopped the quill in his hand, and slowly moved his eyes from the books on the table to the front door.

"Jerome?" Theodore stood up from the chair with a somewhat surprised expression.

The scarred man saluted the old man in front of him with a standard Tai Luo disciple salute.

The old man nodded with a smile, pointed to the armchair in the room, and was about to say something when the other party's next sentence froze his smile on his face.

"I, Jerome Nichols, as the ninth member of the "Legion of Discord", representing the will of the alien race, hereby issue a question. Are you still loyal to the oath of membership?!"