Hearing this, Harold showed a helpless expression and could only point to the corner: "He's over there."
Quinna and the other person quickly turned their heads to look, only to see a blood-soaked young man lying on a chair in the corner. They recognized him as Oliver at a glance.
"How could this happen? Even Lord Oliver was beaten to this extent!" Quinna's face showed an expression of disbelief.
Klan's breathing became rapid, unable to believe it was true.
He knew how strong and abnormal a Dominator was, yet he was beaten like this here.
"It's over. Even Lord Oliver was beaten like this. The strength of the Source-Artifact Users in this city is probably very powerful, perhaps not inferior to those top Dominators in the outside world." At this moment, Klan felt as if all his strength had left his body, and he sat down on a nearby chair.
Quinna, on the other hand, quickly went forward to check Oliver's injuries. After fumbling around his body for a while, she let out a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it's just broken bones and internal organ injuries. With Lord Oliver's strength, he should be able to recover initially after a sleep."
"But what can we do? It's hard to say if we can even survive a few more hours." Klan's face showed despair as he thought of the various monsters he had seen here.
Hearing this, Quinna was also affected and sat down next to Oliver, feeling disheartened.
For the two of them to have survived until now from being chased by a horde of monsters was already a blessing from the eternal goddess, especially that large purple monster, which killed people one by one.
Harold saw the two fall into despair and knew it was time for him to act.
He spoke up at this moment: "My lords, perhaps we haven't reached a dead end yet!"
Quinna heard this and looked up at the only ordinary person who had come in this time, somewhat angrily saying, "Are you, an ordinary person, stronger than us Source-Artifact Users? Stop talking nonsense and find a good spot to wait for death."
Harold didn't mind her words and continued: "Have you noticed anything different about this church? As the only place with a light source here, the monsters outside haven't attacked us since we came in. This might be the key to leaving this place!"
Klan, who had been dejected, heard this and hope gradually appeared in his eyes. He suddenly stood up and looked directly at Harold: "You're right, if you hadn't reminded us, we almost forgot to observe everything around us!"
With Harold's words, Quinna also began to notice that something was amiss. Logically, even if those dead people couldn't enter here, they should be lurking around, but there was no sound outside at all, clearly indicating they dared not approach.
"Our chance to get out alive might be here. The strangest places in the church are this mirror and the painting on the wall. Unfortunately, as an ordinary person, I can't find anything, so I can only hope that you two lords can take a look and see if there are any clues." Harold pointed to the mirror and the painting on the wall.
Quinna and Klan followed his finger and indeed saw a painting and a mirror there.
Their presence seemed out of place compared to the entire church, especially with the dark night outside and only the yellow light bulb emitting light inside, making it appear very eerie.
"Klan, you go look at the mirror." Quinna stood up and walked towards the painting.
"Okay!" Klan nodded and strode towards the mirror.
Quinna came before the painting and began to examine it carefully. The painting was about one meter long and sixty centimeters wide.
The ancient house within was situated in a forest, surrounded by darkness, with only the large red lanterns on the ancient house being incredibly conspicuous. For some reason, the entire painting had an eerie feeling.
'What style of architecture is this? With my knowledge, I can't even recognize it?' Quinna fell into deep thought as she looked at the painting.
Just as Quinna was staring at the painting, the pale white hand behind the ancient house in the picture suddenly moved.
'That hand, it seemed to move?' Quinna, who was deep in thought, also noticed it, but when she focused her gaze on the hand, she found it was still in its original position.
Creak!
Suddenly, the sound of an old wooden door opening appeared in Quinna's mind.
Under her shocked gaze, the closed door on the other side of the ancient house within the painting slowly began to open, and the surrounding environment instantly became dim.
Boom!
A loud bang echoed in her mind, and an inexplicable fear appeared in Quinna's heart.
Her body began to tremble, wanting to leave, but she found that her body seemed to have lost control, and she couldn't even make a sound.
The door of the ancient house slowly opened, and the owner of the arm behind the door began to appear, dressed in a large red dress, revealing pale white hands like those of a dead person. The rest of its body parts were revealed as the door opened.
It was dressed entirely in red, wearing a red bridal veil, and a chilling aura emerged from its body, affecting Quinna through the painting.
The surrounding world completely turned dark, leaving only Quinna and this eerie red figure.
Quinna felt a chill all over her body, her heart rate slowed, and her consciousness began to dissipate.
'Am I... going to die?' Just as despair appeared in Quinna's heart.
Slap! A large hand patted her shoulder.
Buzz! With this pat, her previously immobile body, the chilling aura, and the wide-open door in the painting all vanished.
Harold appeared behind her at some point, his face showing concern: "Lord Quinna, what's wrong? Lord Klan called you just now, but you didn't respond?"
Quinna completely came to her senses at this moment. With a look of horror, she quickly moved away from the painting: "Don't go near this painting, there's something wrong with it!"