Chapter 391 Carol's Desire (1)

Carol.

The most powerful killer under the command of the High Priest of the Church of the Mother of All Things.

Ron really underestimated this elf assassin.

Her means of hiding are really exaggerated. She seems to have some mysterious ability that can completely eliminate her traces in the eyes of other creatures. Even if she does not use invisibility, basically few people can detect Carol's whereabouts.

Cecilia's strength was already quite good, and her vigilance was extraordinary, but she did not notice the existence outside the window at all.

Outside the window, Carol bit her lower lip with her white teeth. Her eyes looking at Ron in the house were obviously resentful and a little entangled. She put one hand behind her back and rubbed it gently. She seemed to vaguely recall the feeling of being slapped hard on her body.

Carol felt like she might be a pervert.

Got spanked.

I actually feel a little refreshed.

That special feeling was like poison. Even though Carol knew it was not good, she couldn't help but sink into it and wanted to try more.

She admitted that the habit was terrible.

She only had less than a month left to live. The high priest gave her a time limit of one month. She had to kill Ron within this month. However, from the brief fight before, Carol was already very clear about Ron's strength, which was definitely not something she could deal with.

Not to mention just one month, even if I were given another year or ten years, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to kill Ron.

Those who fail to complete the task are worthless trash in the eyes of the high priest.

Since it is waste, there is no need for it to exist.

The high priest would not waste precious potions on trash.

That's right, they are all killers carefully trained by the high priest. The high priest did not try to manipulate their spirits. Perhaps the high priest knew very well that the spirit of a living being was the most difficult to control, and the slightest mistake would backfire on himself.

But the high priest naturally has the means to control these tools, and that is the terrible magic potion.

That magic potion is called Bone Erosion.

Only the high priest knows how to make the potion and antidote.

But Carol had seen what happened to those companions who failed to complete the mission and failed to obtain the antidote. Their bodies were like they were soaked in concentrated sulfuric acid, rotting at a terrifying rate, and no matter what kind of healing magic was used, it was ineffective.

Even the hymns only delay the duration of the pain.

In the end, all the flesh on the body will rot away completely, even the bones will be no exception and will all rot away.

Only after experiencing all this extreme pain will one be freed from the torment and die completely.

That feeling, that scene, is not far from hell.

Carol did not try to tell the high priest that Ron was very strong and she was no match for him. That would be meaningless and would even bring her death forward. No matter how good she was, in the eyes of the high priest, she was just a tool. There were at least 800 tools like her in the high priest's place.

She grinned, her delicate little face showing a little bitterness. To be honest, she didn't quite understand what she was thinking or what she was doing.

She didn't even think she was qualified to be called a human. Not even a beast, at best just a monster in human skin.

Carol's figure floated quietly outside the window, her pair of emerald green eyes staring at everything in the room. She looked at Cecilia, who used the pure white girl as a pillow and fell asleep in her arms with a naive look on her face.

Is that really the bloody nun who has been notorious in recent times?

Why are you laughing so foolishly?

The two faces were pressed together, and she was still rubbing them. Was it comfortable? Also, this guy was drooling, and some of his saliva dripped onto the little girl's face. Fortunately, this pure white little girl slept more deeply than Cecilia, otherwise she would have looked disgusted.

She looked at Ron, who had exhausted his magic power and was holding the dragon crystal, slowly absorbing the energy in it to restore his strength.

This should be a good opportunity to kill Ron, right?

After all, he looked like he was totally oblivious to his appearance.

However, Carol had no idea what was going on. She had no intention of killing anyone in her heart. As she looked at the peaceful and warm scene in the room, a hint of envy appeared in her eyes involuntarily.

This seemingly simple life seemed as far away as a dream to her.

Eh! She sighed slowly, and then floated up a little, sitting on the windowsill with her back against the wall.

A pair of emerald green eyes stared at the night sky in front of them, and no one knew where her gaze was looking.

Scenes after scenes are playing out before Carol's eyes.

It was a memory that she would never forget in her life, and it was also the pain and madness that was engraved in her bones.

"Who sent you?" A familiar voice came from behind. Unlike the previous ones, this time the voice was a little softer and no longer as sharp as before. Even without turning around, Carol knew who the owner of the voice was.

Squeak.

Ron opened the window from the inside, and with a shout, he jumped up and also sat on the windowsill, opposite Carol, with his back against the wall. His pair of dark eyes swept over the elf assassin in front of him.

Again, even though Ron placed layer upon layer of seals on himself and his combat power was forcibly suppressed to the peak of the legendary level, Ron's perception was not affected by the seals.

What's more, this time Carol didn't try particularly hard to hide her whereabouts. Cecilia might not notice Carol's presence, but Ron could.

Ron was also very puzzled. He had expected that Carol would follow him and wait for an opportunity to assassinate him. But this time, although Carol showed up, the system prompt did not sound.

What is this? Could it be that this time the elf assassin had no intention of killing? Originally, he was planning to train Carol into a qualified experience baby, but now it seems that his plan is going to fail.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Ron even deliberately took out a dragon crystal and absorbed the power in it to confuse Carol, but Carol did not move at all from beginning to end. After many attempts, Ron had no choice but to give up. He simply stopped pretending and sat down opposite Carol, wanting to see what this elf assassin was planning.

After asking this question, Ron didn't expect to get an answer.

However, Carol only frowned slightly, and then slowly said: "H. Felson!"

Ron raised his eyebrows. He was a little surprised that Carol was so cooperative this time. After two seconds, he finally reacted. His eyelids drooped, and he pondered the name: "Heferson... the former high priest of the Church of the Mother Goddess of All Things?"

Carol shook her head: "No, the current high priest."

Ron's frown deepened.

Ron has a lot of information about this high priest.

It’s just that it’s obvious that there may be some problems with the intelligence that I have.

Among the seven orthodox religions, the Church of the Mother of All God is an exception.

In the Church of the Mother Goddess of All Things, although there are also positions of Pope and Grand Saint, the Mother Goddess of All Things calls the Pope and Grand Saint. It's a bit too much to call them puppets, but it's definitely not wrong to call them mascots. They are more like some kind of poster girls, representing the image of the Church of the Mother Goddess of All Things to some extent. They nominally have the most respected status, but in fact do not hold real power.

The real power holder is the high priest.

In the Forest of Elves, the high priest has the highest status.

In name, he is on equal footing with the Elf Queen, but in reality, he can control the Elf Queen.

Of course, the original Church of the Mother Goddess of All Things was not like this, and it was not much different from the other six orthodox religions. This change began one hundred and twenty years ago.

The Pope and the Grand Saint, who represent the supreme authority of the Church of the Mother Goddess of All Things, would never be controlled by a certain family for thousands of years like the Church of the Heart of Nature, turning the huge church into a family empire. Here, the Pope and the Grand Saint were all selected, and all believers could participate in every selection, with at least one million participants each time.

The selection process is also very simple. Millions of believers surround the mother tree and pray devoutly. The mother tree will select two people from the believers, one man and one woman. The man becomes the Pope and the woman becomes the Great Saint.

To put it bluntly, in this selection process, believers have no room to interfere with the selection results except participating.

The mother tree determines everything.

Even the former Pope and the Holy Virgin do not have the power to influence the final result. Once the results of the mother tree selection are announced, no matter who is chosen, they will be unanimously supported by all believers.

One hundred and twenty years ago, the selection of the 232nd Pope and the Grand Saint was held. At that time, the Pope and the Grand Saint were not mascots but real powers.

Then, something unexpected happened this year.

The mother tree did not choose anyone.

Millions of believers knelt around the mother tree and prayed devoutly for seven days and seven nights, but the mother tree did not respond at all.

This sudden change caused panic in all the elves.

What made these elves even more frightened was that a yellow dead leaf fell from the Mother Tree of All Things!

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