【repent】

The poison was so effective that he used his two swords to carve out a bloody path. Countless monsters fell without any wounds on their bodies.

Mason even stopped to check. He was sure that the poison had been applied, but the monster's body was intact, without a drop of blood. This was also the reason why no monsters were attracted.

Poison chatted leisurely: "These monsters are very sensitive to blood and light. As long as we deal with these two things, there will be no problem. Do you know? In fact, the method with the least damage is to stab the opponent through the trachea, and the opponent will immediately convulse and die. Of course, this cannot be achieved without my personal secret medicine!"

"You're good with poisons?"

"Actually, my best skill is knife skills."

"Then why do you call it poison?"

"Don't you think this name is very misleading? It sounds like they are good at using poison, but when they really start fighting, you will find out that this guy actually uses knives!"

"...Well, that's true."

The man spoke slowly and his movements in dealing with the monster were very standard. Mason guessed that he was once a killer, or at least a similar profession. It was hard to imagine that the church would cultivate such a butcher. He exuded a sense of savagery and knew the routes inside the church very well.

If he hadn't confirmed the other party's identity, Mason would have suspected that the poison was a spy here. He led Mason through the corridor and took a very strange route. After turning countless corners, they fell into a thick darkness.

The poisoner took out a bottle of liquid and dropped a few drops into his eyes, then handed the liquid to Mason. The latter did as he was told, and his pupils glowed purple, and everything became clear.

Ahead was a long path wide enough for a two-wheeled carriage to pass, and at the end was a new door. The old priest stood at the door, his outline blurred in the darkness, like a silent stone statue.

“It’s right here.”

Poison hid behind the wall and pointed at the priest guarding the gate with fear.

"It's okay to meet those paladins, they will just take you back to the room. But this guy is unreasonable. If you get close to him, you will be killed."

"How do you know that?"

Poison blinked and said, "The most important thing for a man is mystery, so please don't pry into my secrets."

Mason spread his hands. "Then please show me how mysterious you are, sir."

The man walked out openly. The priest opened his eyes and looked coldly at Du Yao who was standing at the other end. The latter put his hands in his pockets and spoke frivolously.

"Good evening, Mr. Priest, why are you here alone?"

"That's what I should ask you, guest. You should stay in your room now."

The old priest finally spoke, his voice was as dry as the friction of stones. Poison shrugged: "Don't be so strict, I just want to go to the door behind you to take a look."

This sentence seemed to trigger some key words, and the atmosphere suddenly became dangerous. Poison dodged to the right, avoiding the dense thorns. The poisonous scorpion tail shot out from the corner, and no matter how the man dodged, the scorpion tail locked him firmly.

Just when it was about to hit, the priest suddenly widened his eyes.

A stream of blood spurted out of his throat. The old man covered his throat, took a few steps back subconsciously, and fell to the ground with convulsions.

The figure of the young man appeared in front of the priest, and the dagger that pierced his throat had been corroded. Mason threw the dagger away, and it turned into ashes when it fell to the ground.

"That's it? Isn't that too simple?"

Poison was amazed: "That's because it was completely defenseless against you. Your blood is really weird."

After they walked through the door, the priest's body seeped into the ground like water, and soon no trace left.

Two forks in the road appeared before them, like a silent invitation.

There is a sign at the intersection of the two roads, with "End" written on the left and "Prison" written on the right.

Poison carefully identified it: "[End Point] refers to the core of the contaminant, and [Prison] should be the place where the missing person is imprisoned. Where are you going?"

Mason pointed to the road to the right without hesitation. Poison sighed: "It seems we have to separate here."

"Good luck, I'll treat you to some snacks next time you come to New Town."

"Haha, this is the best invitation I have ever heard."

Poison turned his back to Mason, shook his right hand as a sign of agreement, and then walked to the left without hesitation. Mason also walked to the right. After they stepped into the corresponding roads, the two forks healed silently like wounds.

The sign at the intersection flashed and then dimmed.

As soon as he left Mason, the smile on Poison's face disappeared immediately. After realizing that the exit behind him had disappeared, he knew that there was no way back and he could only walk to the end of the road on the left.

There were no lights in this corridor and everything was shrouded in darkness.

This was to prepare for the battle, but surprisingly he did not encounter any monsters. The ground was covered with dark red carpets that had aged, and various portraits of people were hung on both sides of the walls.

They were men or women, old or young, all wearing black church uniforms and with stiff smiles on their faces.

If you look closely, you will find that the curves of all the smiles are exactly the same, like exquisite replicas. Even the pores of the portraits are clearly visible, and the most outstanding masters will not admit defeat in front of these portraits. This is natural, after all, these portraits are poor insects transformed from living people.

Du Yao tried to remain calm as much as possible, he knew what he would face next.

Out-of-control pollutants have intelligence. They are no longer dead objects for human use, but demons that deceive humans.

The growth trajectory of these pollutants is very complex. They aim to evolve throughout their lives, and those who have successfully evolved even possess great powers comparable to those of gods. Those who have not yet completed their evolution will continue to accumulate energy and move towards an evolved state step by step.

When they don't need to eat, the out-of-control pollutants will hide themselves, a state called the hiding period. When they need to gain strength, they will start killing. The church calls this the hunting period.

【Confession】 can make the two high priests lost, so they must be in the predatory period. Considering that the fog has not spread further, Poison can only pray that everything is not in time. Otherwise, once it gets out of control, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The smile on the portrait made him feel uneasy. Duyao put aside his thoughts and quickened his pace to run towards the end of the passage.

He gently pushed open the door at the end of the corridor. Dazzling light poured in from the gap in the door. The golden door carved with delicate patterns was like a barrier, clearly separating light from darkness.

"Lord of all things..."

When he saw what was inside the door clearly, Poison squeezed out an almost fearful sigh from his throat, and the muscles in his body were as tight as iron.

Behind the door was a lighted vestibule. The goddess looked down at the humble intruder, her gaze behind the veil stern and stern. She stretched out her hands, holding a beating heart in her palms.

Bang, bang, bang.

Its color is like gold, and it pulsates slightly like a living thing. It is delicate and lifelike.

Bang, bang, bang.

Du Yao's eyes unconsciously stuck to the heart, and the deafening heartbeat echoed in his ears. He gradually found it difficult to breathe, and the sound of his heartbeat overlapped with the beating of the heart, and chaotic thoughts flooded into his mind. Du Yao bit the tip of his tongue hard, using the pain to stay awake. Only then did he realize that he had been affected unconsciously. Damn it, why was his first thought to pray to the Lord of All Things and All Powers?

"Trying to influence me? You are so wrong. I know you can twist beliefs, but unfortunately—"

"I am an unbeliever!"

The man's figure disappeared on the spot, and the two swords flashed in the air, the bright blades piercing the heart like a crescent moon. The sword lights flew down, beautifully like a rain of flowers. It reminds people of the petals of falling snow, reflecting the bright moonlight, and it is hard to tell whether it is a flower or snow, or if the flower is snow and the snow is flower.

This beauty conceals a ruthless murderous intent. The wandering monsters fall to the ground one after another, using their bodies to lay out a long carpet for the initiator to move forward.

The most dazzling sword light fell, and the two swords pierced into the golden heart, causing a trickle of enchanting blood to flow out.

Du Yao's face changed slightly, and the muscles in his arms flexed fiercely. No matter how hard he tried, the two knives were stuck in his heart and could not move forward any further. At the same time, something even more terrible happened. The huge pollution invaded his body in the opposite direction through the two knives, and chaotic thoughts kept surging.

Poison spoke subconsciously: "Everything is possible, no, damn it."

Unconsciously, he was affected again. Cold sweat rolled down the man's forehead, and he seemed to hear the mocking voice of the Sealed Object. He was still too arrogant. If he had known this, he should have brought more people.

“Ahem…”

The rapidly accelerating heartbeat caused the blood flow to soar, and the poisonous brain became dizzy and his breathing gradually became difficult. In just ten minutes of being together, the danger of the seal had been fully revealed.

Is there any other way to solve the current dilemma? Du Yao groaned in pain, and a big bump appeared on his back. Footsteps approached from behind, and the other party roughly pulled him down and threw him to the ground. Du Yao rolled on the ground and vaguely recognized the face of the old priest.

Isn't this guy dead... Damn, dangerous...

Poison fell to the ground unwillingly.

Before he passed out, he caught a glimpse of the heart beating heavily with the corner of his eye, and a tiny crack appeared on the surface.

......

Mason took the path to the right.

The road ahead was dark and deep, filled with all kinds of monsters. Their appearance was completely beyond human imagination and difficult to describe in words. Densely packed monsters were huddled in the narrow space, living together in an orderly manner. One of them suddenly felt a weight on its back, it looked up at the other monsters, and let out an angry hiss.

Then the second one, the third one...

More and more monsters began to get restless, but were forced to lie on the ground again due to some rules. Mason walked to the end of the long road and pushed open the heavy stone door.

The monsters didn't react. Behind the door was an underground prison. The air was filled with the strong smell of blood and dirt. Several humans were chained to the wall, with their heads hanging down, and it was unknown whether they were alive or dead. Looking closely, they were the people who had been missing before.

"Hold on, I'm coming to rescue you."

The boy immediately tried to cut the chain to save the person, but the chain was so hard that it was beyond imagination. The person closest to him moved his lips slightly, as if he was whispering something.

Mason leaned forward and listened, finally hearing what the other person was saying.

"Hurry...go..."

It was too late for these words; the sudden cold wind had already hit Mason's back.

At the critical moment, the boy stood still. The black door opened in front of him, blocking the slippery tentacles. The translucent flower vines flourished out of the door frame, blocking the attacking monster.

The flesh and energy came into contact, making a sizzling sound. The boy said calmly, "Just deal with it."

The flower vines crushed the monster's body easily, and the silver-haired saint walked out of the door. The domain expanded, and all disguises were washed away, revealing its true appearance.

The decayed flesh cavity would shrink and wriggle from time to time, with large red pupils growing on the surface. They stared closely at the intruder, making a sticky gurgling sound as they turned. The bloodline that had just reminded him fainted again. They were embedded in the wall of flesh and blood, with countless tiny tentacles inserted into their bodies, transforming and controlling them. More monsters were lurking in the corners, screaming as they were completely purified.

Only then did one discover that the lower halves of these monsters were connected to the walls of the church, as if they had been born directly from it.

The entire church was actually a nest of flesh and blood, hatching countless monsters.

Mason thought about it, and the silver-haired young man beside him cut off the tentacles. The broken limbs fell to the ground, twisting and turning into ashes.

The people rescued were all from the New Town. Mason briefly checked their conditions and purified the tentacles left in their bodies. The church members were not imprisoned here. Mason forcibly opened the water mirror. Half of the underground prison suddenly turned into a lush forest.

The sound of gurgling water echoed, the cheerful chirping of birds broke through the obstacles, and the atmosphere was full of jubilation. Mason threw a few people in and immediately closed the water mirror.

[Water Mirror of the Goddess of Beauty] was transformed from a divine weapon, and its divine power alone was enough to crush any ordinary pollutants. Even though it had no sanity, it still easily broke through the seal of [Repentance].

Through the mirror, Mason vaguely sensed another consciousness looking over. The other party seemed to be confused and sent a message cautiously.

[This is my hunting ground, why are you barging in? ]

Mason was stunned for a moment before he realized that the other party was treating him as a mirror. He found it a little funny, but he could use this to his advantage.

[I was brought in by humans. I wanted to use them to leave the craftsman, but I was brought here. Don't worry, I don't intend to devour you, I will leave immediately.]

The other party's thoughts suddenly became tense: [Craftsmen? Are they already here? ]

Some people are unwelcome among humans, and they are equally unwelcome among pollutants. Craftsmen are undoubtedly one of them.

Mason kindly comforted her: [No, but it won’t be long.]

Pollutant didn't look like he was comforted, but he still expressed his gratitude politely: "If there are any humans you care about, please take them away. This is my thank you gift."

[I have no interest in saving these people. I have already taken away those who should be taken away.]

This sentence is a step forward, revealing a hint of goodwill. [Confession] It is obvious that he does not intend to conflict with Shui Jing, but to keep things peaceful.

Mason had no intention of letting it go. No one knew better than him how dangerous an out-of-control Sealed Object that wandered around could be.

If the vest used at the beginning was not Oleus, and the portal was not controlled in Ya'an City, the latter could come and go without a trace anywhere, and not many people could catch it. It is fully capable of opening the door to the depths of the black fog, releasing the puppet worm mother, and directly strangling the entire city.

There was no way he would allow such a dangerous seal to wander around the territory, so before the power of the water mirror could collide further with the church, Mason withdrew.

The power of the water mirror faded, but the faint sense of being watched did not disappear. The seal still remained vigilant, secretly observing this place.

Even Canaan didn't let [Confession] show up, but Shuijing did. It can be seen how threatening it is. Mason has found the location of the sealed consciousness, and he is not in a hurry to kill the other party immediately, but continues to walk deeper.

The depths of the cage were dark and dark, a thick wall of flesh. Glowing butterflies rushed into the squirming tissue one after another, burning a passage to the depths.

The silver-haired Saint walked slowly inside, and the walls of flesh and blood around him were forcibly pushed aside, and not a single trace of blood could stain his clothes.

The two were separated by the wriggling flesh. Mason attacked repeatedly from both sides, but the flesh grew faster than the burning speed, forcibly separating the two.

Mason wanted to continue the attack, but there was new movement at the vest's place.

The silver-haired young man turned his head and saw a pool in the middle of the room. Two people in church robes were hanging above the pool, with their heads lowered, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive. Countless blood vessels connected the pool to the human body, just like the umbilical cord between a fetus and its mother.

This was supposed to be the church's baptistery, but now it was filled with dirty pieces of flesh. Sensing someone approaching, ripples appeared on the scarlet water, and countless figures crawled out.

They were not monsters, but naked humans. Their dull faces were very similar to those of priests, and many of them looked exactly like clergymen in the church.

[Confession] Using captured humans as the master, countless obedient offspring are cultivated. This room is the cultivation room.

The other side of the meat tunnel.

The linen-haired boy took a breath and was about to continue his attack when he suddenly felt a chill from behind. He subconsciously rolled on the ground and passed by the sharp tentacles.

The attacker was hanging upside down on the ceiling, staring at him coldly. It was the old priest who had just died. The old man was hunched over, holding a lantern. The bloody candlelight enveloped the surroundings, casting a dim red. It was unknown how long he had been following him.

He knocked the boy unconscious but did not kill him. Instead, he took him back to the front hall.

The other holy knights were waiting for him. There was no light here, and the poison was poured in front of the statue. The others stood according to their positions, leaving the front row for the old priest.

Seeing him carrying the boy, Eugene complained angrily, his pupils glowing faintly in the darkness, not like those of a human.

"I've told you that these guys are unreliable and they only waste materials. If we deal with these guys at the beginning, we can have a lot of monsters left."

"Being able to successfully create an angel is worth more than anything else, no matter how many defective products we have."

Another person spoke up, saying that if Mason were here, he would realize that this was the Paladin who took him back to his room.

"It is all for the glory of our Lord, for whom it is an honor to sacrifice our lives. They will thank us."

"That's enough. There's still one more problem. Let's hurry up and hold the ceremony. We need to offer a sacrifice to our Lord."

A few people whispered to each other, and finally the old priest made the final decision. He threw the boy in front of the statue. The golden heart was beating in the palm of the goddess statue. With each beat, the cracks on the surface became larger and larger, as if something was about to hatch from it.

As the distance got closer, the boy's expression became more painful, and his body twitched unconsciously. The old priest glanced at him and said, "Foolish fellow, why do you have to suffer this kind of pain when you can just die in ignorance?"

If the other party had stayed in the room as they said, he would have been assimilated during his sleep and would not have ended up like this.

“I’m really sorry.”

The unconscious boy suddenly opened his eyes and looked directly into the old priest's eyes. Under the blood-red light, he was actually smiling.

“I don’t think I’m going to die here today.”

"you--"

The old priest was horrified. From somewhere deep inside the church, a column of holy light rose up, piercing through the thick darkness.

In the incubator.

The silver-haired youth's robe fluttered, and the huge domain expanded outward. Countless individuals wailed and died under the light column. They were inferior products made by [Repentance]. Although they had human appearance, they did not have human soul and wisdom. After touching the domain, they were purified and dried up.

The hanging tentacles were burned away by the light, and the unconscious priests fell on the flower vines. The heavenly energy gently permeated their bodies, solving the pollution problem in them.

More flower vines drilled into the depths of the pool, and the scarlet water boiled and dried up, revealing piles of bones at the bottom. Those were the people who had been assimilated in the past.

In a few dozen breaths, the entire incubator was completely destroyed. Canaan placed the priests in place and headed in a certain direction without hesitation.

Mason never doubted Canaan's ability. If anyone could compete with the god of death for people, it would probably be this alias.

The atmosphere in the antechamber suddenly became solemn. The old priest and the knights lost their initial calmness and knelt down before the statue to pray.

The golden heart beat faster and faster, the poison let out a terrible wail, and its ten fingers dug into the ground tightly, breaking every nail.

The bulge on his back broke out into blood-stained wings, with white feathers spread out and cold eyes opening on them.

The rapid heartbeat had no effect on Mason. The clergy who were concentrating on praying had no time to pay attention to this little human. The boy pointed at himself hesitantly and joked, "Am I being underestimated?"

"Why haven't you been converted?"

The old priest opened his eyes and was surprised to find that the man was still conscious. He immediately tried to push him down in front of the statue. But the poison suddenly rushed up and hit him.

The mutation enhanced his physique, and the old priest was caught off guard, so he was actually knocked to the ground.

"Go! Use your powers!"

Poison gasped weakly and fell to the ground. His actions accelerated his transformation, and a large amount of blood flowed from his back. Mason hurriedly helped the man up, who coughed up blood and tiny feathers grew out of the wound.

"Send a message to the church for me... ahem... sorry for dragging you into this. It was me... too arrogant."

"None of you can escape."

The old priest laughed in anger, and the holy knights approached the sacrifice tacitly and drew their knives and swords.

Du Yao closed his eyes in despair. He still had one last trick, he had to let the other party escape no matter what. The young man put his hand on his shoulder and said something unexpected.

"I will not let you die here. You should go to the church in person to pass on the message."

“Bang—!”

The ceiling gave off a loud noise as if it could not bear the weight, and debris fell towards everyone, but not a single piece fell on Mason and Poison.

The blinding light filled their vision, forcing everyone to close their eyes. When they opened their eyes again, the light enveloped the boy in front of them.

No, that light was not emitted by the boy, but by the person behind him. Layers of flower vines stretched out, wrapping the boy and the wounded in a protective posture.

The silver-haired young man lowered his eyes. At this moment, he looked like a god looking at his believers.

Du Yao didn't care about his own injuries and looked at the familiar face stupidly: "Sir, the Holy Son...?"

Why is the Holy Son here?

The silver-haired young man said in a gentle and calm voice: "I came here in response to your call."

It took Duyao a few seconds to realize that this was not said to him. He looked at the linen-haired boy in astonishment. He could not see through this friend he met by chance at all.

Mason said simply: "Save him."

Canaan pressed his index finger on Du Yao's forehead, and holy power surged into his body, quickly repairing the wounds. In just a few minutes, all the wounds on Du Yao's body were healed.

The old priest's expression was distorted: "You filthy ones! You are so unreasonable in front of my Lord!"

The next second, he was blown away, and his body hit the ground heavily. The silver-haired saint had a grim expression, and the flower vines pulled all the others away, leaving no one behind.

When he came to the statue of the goddess, a new change finally occurred.

"Irregulars."

The goddess lowered her eyes, her voice solemn and noble, with an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Humans, why don't you kneel down before gods?"

The silver-haired young man raised his eyes and said in a cold tone: "You are not a god, and humans do not need to kneel down and worship gods."

"You are so rude! You dare to question the truth of God! You deserve to be punished!"

Following the goddess's cold voice, the heart in his palm completely cracked, and a pair of snow-white wings stretched out from it, followed by densely packed eyes.

A huge round creature floated in the air with six pairs of wings spread out behind it.

The fleshy balls and each feather are covered with eyeballs, emitting a holy and evil light. The friction of the wings emits a grand sound stream, forming a sonata of ensemble.

Mason listened carefully. The other party was repeating: "Confess. Confess."

"The gods are watching you."

"Repent, repent."

"Repent for your sins."

One, two, three, four...

Seven spherical creatures rose up one after another, surrounding the statue, spreading their wings, and looking at the awake humans. Du Yao groaned, his head felt like it was pierced by needles, and he passed out from the pain.

Canaan had no expression on his face, and Mason...Mason didn't feel the pressure at all.

I laughed my ass off, and the mirror is still there. [Confession] I was so scared just now, did I expect him to have any reaction? The flax-haired boy looked up at the sky full of eyeballs and murmured in a low voice.

"Who says angels can't be monsters with eyeballs?"

He smiled slightly and looked at these monsters with eyes full of pity.

If angels are tumors with eyeballs, why can't gods be monsters?

Canaan opened his eyes.

In other words, Canaan opened his eyes.

We should be thankful that everyone had fainted and thus avoided seeing this shocking scene. The holy and beautiful skin was torn open from the center, revealing a rotating pupil. The spreading area turned into a mouth for food, and each flower vine greedily sucked everything it could touch. They drilled into the angel's wings and eyes, wishing to suck the marrow out of its bones.

The angels wailed hysterically, their bodies quickly collapsing. More flower vines climbed onto the goddess statue, piercing deep into the golden heart. A terrified scream came from somewhere, and the entire lobby began to twist.

Chaos, disorder, hunger, savagery.

The dormant evil gods descended with a power that humans could not comprehend. Except for a few special people, the rest became evil food. The monsters were devoured, and their endless appetite could never be satisfied.

Even Mason himself found it hard to imagine what Canaan would look like when it was born. It would definitely be a monster that would destroy humanity.

But fortunately, that is still a long way off.

He forced the other party to stop, and the silver-haired saint covered his wide-open chest with both hands, and the eye was vaguely visible in the flesh. The latter swallowed the last piece of food and had to fall asleep again.

Even so, the damage he caused was staggering.

Mason licked his lips due to the strong feeling of hunger. Affected by the vest, he couldn't help but imagine the taste of out-of-control pollutants.

No, no, this is not good.

The boy swallowed his saliva. The whole church was shaken. [Confession] begged hurriedly: "Please forgive me, I am willing to serve you as my Lord! I am willing to do anything to make up for it! Please forgive me, please don't eat me!"

In just a few seconds, Mason felt hungry enough to eat a cow.

"Come on, I'm not some devil. How could I eat pollutants?"

Sniffing the bloody smell in the air, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva again. [Confession] I almost want to cry. I just came out to find something to eat, how could I encounter such a pervert!

"I'm very useful. I can guard the door for you! As long as you get close to me, I can sense the opponent's position and kill him for you!"

"My territory is a town. It would be terrible if you killed my townspeople. You'd better eat them."

"No! I will only kill your enemies. I won't kill even a chicken if you don't allow me to do so!"

"Those monsters..."

"I'll put it away!"

"If you assimilate those people of faith and bring me trouble..."

"I only assimilate your enemies!"

"Um..."

Mason looked embarrassed. Canaan beside him was stitching up the wound. [Confession] Trembling, he racked his brains to prove himself.

"I actually have a kind heart, but unfortunately I haven't met someone who can guide me. When I saw you, I knew the opportunity had come. My lifelong wish is to follow you..."

At this moment, [Confession] learned a new skill without any instruction, and words of praise flowed out like money. Mason waved his hands: "Okay, okay, since you are so sincere, I will mercifully accept you."

Before [Confession] could be happy, the flax-haired boy made three rules for it.

"You better keep your promise. Canaan's belly is always reserved for you."

[Confession] The voice trembles: "...I, I will."

"Release everyone first, and find a place to wait for me to call you. Don't go too far away, and don't kill anyone again. Come whenever I call you, understand?"

"Understood, my Lord. If you want to contact me, just speak to it and I will come right away."

A black crow flapped its wings and landed on Mason's arm. After obtaining the other party's consent, [Confession] hurriedly sent them out.

The gray mist finally dissipated, Mason opened the goggles and let the exploration team out, and everyone was lying on the ground in a mess.

With Canaan's treatment, these people woke up quickly.

As the first church member to go missing, Archpriest Cabin was filled with shame after learning the whole story. He was not weak in the church, but this disappearance had caused such a big mess, and almost involved a large number of people. He couldn't even hold his head up if he told anyone about it.

Therefore, he expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Mason.

"Thank you for your help. I came to check the situation in the south and accidentally discovered this out-of-control level pollutant and was caught by it. I caused such great harm in my confusion, which is really unworthy of my Lord's teachings."

Cabin felt extremely ashamed when he thought about how he was actually deceived by the Sealed Artifact and saved by such a young lord. Poison patted his shoulder carelessly: "It's okay, if this happens once, it will happen again, don't take it too seriously."

Priest Cabin glared at him fiercely, but couldn't say anything because of the outsider's face. Another old priest acted as a peacemaker: "Aiden, you should change your temper."

It turns out that Poison's real name is Aiden... But Mason thinks Poison is a better name. The latter shrugged and said goodbye to Mason.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, I hope we can meet again."

"Of course, there must be a chance."

This was not a polite gesture. Mason had a feeling that he would see him again.

Poison grinned: "I will look forward to that day. I am still waiting to visit the new town."

The two parties parted ways. Mason watched them leave and suddenly remembered something.

"Isn't Osk here to investigate the situation? Why can't I see him?"

The crow on the shoulder spoke human language, representing [confession] to prove his innocence: "It has nothing to do with me. I have never met such a person."

"Maybe there are other troubles. Anyway, let's go back to Xinzhen first."

Osk is very strong, and with Ya'an's protection, there shouldn't be any problem.

Mason stretched himself and decided to go back to Newtown. It was all over.

He was in a good mood, no one was sacrificed this time, and he found a new coolie. Language alone was not enough to ensure safety, and later he would use the blood of Oreus and [Confession] to form a contract, and it would appear as a new building in the new town.

The new town now has the Mechanic and her mechanical army, the descendants of the Blue Mist Tree, the androids from the pre-Black Mist era, the once divine weapon, the Water Mirror of the Goddess of Beauty, and the out-of-control sealed item, Confession. The accumulated foundation is getting deeper and deeper.

If anyone wants to attack New Town, they will probably regret it for the rest of their lives. Mason happily planned the rest of the matter and glanced at the silver-haired young man beside him.

The boy touched his chin and muttered quietly: "By the way, why didn't those three guys let Canaan go back? This is unscientific."