Chapter 356 Swearing in the Name of the Dawn Goddess (2)
Buzz! The moment his fingertips touched the stone slab, Westdennis felt a buzzing sound in his head. He seemed to hear a roar of landslides and thunder in his ears.
His body shuddered, and with a whoosh, West retracted his claws in an instant.
His face was pale, without a trace of blood.
Even the whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
Just as his fingertips left the stone slab, the sound that had been echoing in his ears gradually subsided, and was replaced by indescribable mutterings, as if some mysterious and strange existence was whispering something in his ear.
In an instant, West felt that the blood flow speed in his body suddenly increased. The blood vessels under the skin bulged as if they could explode at any time. There were also many unknown existences wriggling in the flesh and blood, and long strips of marks seeped out on the epidermis.
After several seconds, the abnormal changes in West's body finally subsided. He gasped heavily and looked at Ron with a gaze like a mad dog, wishing to tear off every piece of flesh and blood from Ron's body, stuff it into his mouth, and chew it into minced meat.
How could a prophet be so shameless? This was not the first time that this thought occurred to West.
But every time, West found himself seeming to underestimate the shamelessness of this prophet.
This guy's an asshole is just outrageous.
That slate...although it was different from the one he had just handed to Ron, the style was obviously the same, and it should also be a chaos slate.
This damn bastard actually tempted me to touch the Chaos Slate. This thing represents the evil god.
From the reaction in his ear just now, West knew that he was being watched again... The first time, it could be considered an unintentional mistake, but what about the second time? Would the evil god think that he was teasing him on purpose? If the evil god got angry, his life...
West gritted his teeth when he thought of this.
"Ron...you...you...you've gone too far."
Seeing West's appearance, Ron felt a little embarrassed, wondering if he had gone a little too far this time. However, this thought only flashed through his mind, and it was absolutely impossible to ask him to apologize.
"Ahem, what are you talking about, West?" Ron snorted and said, "This is the glory of the bathing god. Do you think everyone has this opportunity?"
Damn it, this damn glory, I don't want it at all... God's glory? Are you a real God? "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Ron put away the Chaos Slate with a smile, and then patted West on the shoulder gently: "It's just that the evil god noticed it, a little bit of erosion, a little bit of pollution, what's the big deal?"
"Maybe you can't do it, but I can..."
"As long as you help me complete the matter of the Spang Theocracy, I promise that the erosion and pollution of the evil god will be completely removed from you, and you will never die or become a madman." Ron continued.
West was so angry that his teeth were itching, but now he could only suppress the unhappiness in his heart.
Seeing that Ron accepted his Chaos Slate without any hesitation and even took out another one from his storage ring, West could see that Ron must have been immersed in the study of the Chaos Slate for some time.
And there wasn't even a trace of erosion or pollution on his body. What he said was not a lie. This guy really had a way to deal with the pollution and erosion of the evil god.
However, if he did so, he would inevitably become a tool in his hands, which was really hard for West to accept.
But the situation is stronger than the person. Facing a guy like Ron who doesn't play by the rules at all, West has no way to deal with it.
After glaring at Ron fiercely, West could only sigh, turned around to pack up the things in the shop, and prepared to go to the Theocracy of Spang.
"You promise to remove the pollution and erosion from your body after the matter with the Spang Theocracy is over." West stared at Ron and said indignantly.
Ron grinned and raised four fingers: "I swear in the name of the Goddess of Dawn..."
In this world, swearing an oath in the name of the god you believe in is still very convincing. West felt a little relieved, but he was still very curious. Did Ron go to so much trouble just to get him to go to the Spang Theocracy?
What on earth was it that was worth Ron's trouble? "What should I do?"
"Assist the Third Princess of the Spang Theocracy, Lydia... in a rebellion."
Poof! Even West couldn't hold back his anger after hearing this, and he almost spit it out, looking at Ron with a very strange look.
rebel?
Is this prophet born to be a rebel?
Why are you so keen on rebellion?
Beside, Granville has just been messed up by this guy, and now he is targeting the Theocracy of Spang?
And, Princess Dolores?
The third princess, Lydia? Why did this guy insist on supporting one queen after another? Could it be that he had some special quirk for the queen?
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Under West's strange gaze, Ron and Agnes left the store.
It was already late, and when the two returned to the church, they suddenly found a figure waiting at the door for a long time. Who else could it be but Christian? This great saint, like Dolores, has now become the supreme ruler of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, and all the authority of the church is controlled by the great saint.
However, compared to Dolores, Christian's job is obviously much easier. After all, although the Church of the Goddess of Dawn is powerful, it is not as complicated as the kingdom. She only needs to be responsible for hundreds of thousands of clergymen of the church, while Dolores is responsible for tens of millions of people. They are not on the same level at all.
What's more, although Apu died, because he was eradicated very cleanly, there was actually not much unrest within the church, and everything was normal.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
In this situation, Christian can completely hand over all the troublesome tasks to his subordinates, such as Virgil... I have to say, this person is indeed a talent.
Although his strength is not that strong, he can handle all matters in the church in an orderly manner.
Christian, who had some free time, volunteered to take on the task when she learned that Ron was preparing to make the legendary potion... She was not a witch, but her attainments in making potions were very good, even Lydia, a real witch, was far inferior to her.
When Christian saw Ron and Agnes appear, his face lit up with joy, he spread out his slender fingers, and a glass bottle appeared in his palm.
Inside the bottle was a blood-red liquid.
Crystal clear, beautiful yet a little weird.
"The legendary potion is ready." Christian said slowly.
Even though Ron had already guessed this, he still couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he saw the bottle of potion.
Just from the color and clarity, Ron could easily tell that the quality of this potion was extremely high.
The quality of the potion is also directly related to the difficulty of breaking through the legendary realm.
Taking the potion from Christian's palm, the slight touch made the saint's cheeks slightly red, but Christian's character was not comparable to that of ordinary people after all, and the slight ripples in her heart were quickly suppressed.
Ron let out a long breath, "Thanks."
This light thank you sounded more appealing to Christian than thousands of words of flattery. The Saint couldn't help but smile a little: "It's good that it works. When are you going to take the potion and break through to the legendary level?"
Staring at the bottle in his hand, Ron's smile became even more intense: "Now."
The next second, Ron raised his head in front of Christian and swallowed the potion directly into his mouth.
Seeing Ron's actions, Christian opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't help feeling touched in his heart.
Ron could swallow the potion he made in front of him without any hesitation. What kind of trust did he have to be able to do such a thing?
For a moment, Christian's beautiful eyes were a little blurry.
Here is the second chapter. There are three more chapters to go. I may have to stay up late to update. I drove all day yesterday. I thought I would be able to resume updating as normal today, but my hands were shaking badly.
(End of this chapter)