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The heart keeps beating.

Artis felt that something had the same frequency as him, beating together with his heart, as if growing in his body.

now.

He was extremely pleasantly surprised. He felt the presence of the Lord and saw countless strange brilliance flashing before his eyes.

"Is this another side of the world?"

He looked at the iron door of the cell and had a hunch that he could pass directly through the iron door.

He was sure that this was true and that the Lord would not deceive him. This was an ability given to him by the Lord that could help him escape and ascend to heaven.

There was just one problem. There were at least ten believers in the dungeon guarding the place. Even if he could pass through the iron gate, it would still be difficult for him to get out.

What's more important is that he is not familiar with the environment here.

He cannot pass through walls or other obstacles, but can only pass through obstacles in the form of doors, and the target cannot be too thick, otherwise it will be difficult to complete the process.

but.

This is also an extraordinary magic that is unimaginable.

Artis suspected that many believers in the Sect of All Living Beings had similar abilities, and they mastered magic banned by the empire.

He leaned against the wall and lowered his head and thought for a while, knowing that he could not wait any longer. If he waited any longer, he would have no chance. Compared to night, the guards would definitely be tighter during the day.

"I have a way to escape, can you help me?" Artis looked at Anji and Sheng and whispered.

Suddenly, the two people lying on the ground opened their eyes and looked at Artis with a hint of surprise.

The long-haired man said coldly: "This is no joke. Don't play tricks on us."

Artis shook his head: "Of course not. I feel like I will die if I stay any longer, so I have to get out. I have a way to get your help so that everyone can get out together."

He thought for a moment. If he was alone, it would be basically impossible to escape. Even if he escaped from the dungeon, there would probably be guards outside.

Artis stood up from the straw mat, walked over to Anderson, squatted down, and said in his ear:

"Can I cross this iron gate? Is there a way for us to escape from here?"

Angelson squatted and pondered for a while, then stared at him sideways: "You...if you really have this kind of magic, we might have a chance."

As the president of the Antu Chamber of Commerce, he is also considered a minor noble, so he knows a lot more than ordinary civilians.

Although magic is banned by the empire, some nobles still hide some magic-related methods in private.

However, he had heard about it and had never really seen magic. In such a situation, perhaps only magic could do such a thing.

"There is a rest room at the very end of the dungeon, and the key to the dungeon should be inside."

"According to my observation, those believers often rest in the lounge, but they don't rest at the same time. At most, 1 or 2 people rest in it, and then they take turns. The same group of people are not the same during the day and night."

After staying here for so long, he still knows the place relatively well and has been observing it carefully. He has the idea of ​​​​escape, but he has no chance.

"These believers are equipped with muskets. Only by getting muskets can you have the ability to fight them."

…

Angelson quickly analyzed a reasonable plan based on the situation in the dungeon. It was obvious that he had not given much thought to this aspect before.

Artis nodded, his eyes brightened, and he felt that the plan given by Angelson was feasible.

This is hope.

"You have to do it one hour before their shift. At that time, there will be believers resting in the lounge." Angelson said meaningfully, his voice was so low that only Artis could hear it.

"What are you doing!"

There was a scolding from outside, and the three of them were shocked.

Artis remained stable and did not show any abnormality. There was a look of fear on his face. He looked at the believers outside the iron gate and said solemnly:

"Nothing, nothing, I just can't sleep."

The believer snorted coldly and spat at him. The saliva splashed on his shoulders, with phlegm flowing down the veins of his clothes: "Be calm and don't seek death yourself."

The believers did not have too many doubts. They put down a word and turned around to leave. Although they felt that the behavior of the three people in Yadis was a bit suspicious, they were sure that they could not do anything. No one had ever escaped from this dungeon. Pass.

This dungeon is much tighter than the city government's prison.

Artis looked at the disciples' leaving figures, showing a ferocious face, observing the situation around him, looking for the right moment.

He only has one chance, and if he fails, he will definitely be caught and killed immediately.

This plan was very risky, and he was under a lot of pressure. His palms began to sweat before he even started doing it, and his heart kept beating wildly. He had to take deep breaths again and again to force himself to calm down.

But the more this happened, the faster his heart beat and his face turned red, but it was not obvious in the dim light.

"If it doesn't work, forget it." The long-haired man reminded, seeing Artis' embarrassment.

People are different. Not everyone has outstanding courage and courage. Most people are cowardly.

Artis may not be able to escape that range.

"No, I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well give it a try."

Artis's eyes became firm.

Angelson closed his eyes, groped under the straw mat with his left hand, then grabbed something and handed it to him: "Here, this is the weapon I prepared for myself. I wanted to use it as a backrest before I die."

It was a rusty piece of iron, very thin, but the edges had obviously been polished, and it was sharp enough to cut a throat.

Artis nodded, took the iron piece, put it into his sleeve, then moved to the iron door and looked outside.

He needs to wait for the right moment, when all the believers are not looking his way.

However, this opportunity is not difficult to find, but he needs to try his luck, betting that no believer can see him when he rushes from here to the lounge.

As long as he is seen, all his efforts will be in vain.

Artis didn't hesitate for too long. The moment he saw the believer leaning at the end of the aisle turning around, his eyes turned dark, and he leaned towards the iron door and hit it. His body seemed to disappear at that moment. , passed through the iron gate easily without any obstruction.

Then, he half-crouched and ran towards the lounge.

At this time, most of the prisoners in the dungeon were asleep, but some were awake and noticed Artis's surprising behavior.

They didn't make a sound, just stared blankly, which made the dungeon suddenly quiet at this moment.

However, the believers did not notice such a change. At the end of the passage, the three believers surrounding the stove were still chatting and warming themselves. There was even some food on the table.

There were also patrolling believers, but they happened not to be on his path, and they didn't happen to look over.

For Artis, this process was very long, but in fact it only took more than ten seconds before he crashed into the lounge.

The door was ajar, and he pushed it open slowly, just in time to see a believer lying on a simple wooden bed with his eyes narrowed.

The believer did not notice his arrival at the first time, or in other words, he felt that someone had entered the room, but he did not expect that he was a prisoner and was not alert at all.

The iron piece slipped out of his sleeve, and was picked up by Addis. He took a big step forward. He held the iron piece and pierced the believer's neck. He covered his mouth with one hand and used the weight of his entire body. And the power to suppress it firmly.

The strength of this believer was unexpectedly strong. In fact, it was constantly growing in the face of such a situation. Fortunately, Artis was also experienced and used all his strength to resist, and he just didn't let him break away.

After a while, he felt the other party's strength gradually weaken.