Chapter 154 Archbishop

Crown understood that his special ability would definitely attract the attention of others.

The Security Bureau's tasks are carried out in groups, and everyone will watch your performance.

In the battle to kill vampires, even a blind person can see the effects of the Sunfire Technique and the Golden Armor Technique.

He knew that he would be investigated by the higher-ups sooner or later, but he didn't expect that he would directly attract the attention of Flanders McLean, the biggest boss in Rhine City.

However, his abilities are legitimate, and apart from his unclear origins, he is not afraid of investigation.

He was already prepared for not being prepared, and when asked, he would say he didn't know and let the big guys fill in the blanks on their own.

The humans in this world have all kinds of special bloodlines, and the sorcerers are proof of that. There is also a kind called the Source Sorcerer, who is said to be born with the ability to harness the power of chaos and can grow to be very powerful in a very short time.

Nick didn't know what his companions were thinking, and said happily:

"Mr. Flanders is the most powerful person in our diocese, the idol of all priests. The old man is inferior to him. If you can be summoned by him directly, your future will be much smoother."

"Who is the old man?"

"Hehe," Nick scratched his head and said rather embarrassedly, "Fanny's father, when I first met Lord Sith as a child, he looked like an easy-going old grandfather. I only call him that in private."

Crowne immediately became curious: "When will you and Lady Fanny choose to have their good time?"

The Church of the Lord of Fire does not prohibit priests from dating, they can get married and have children. Clown can still see the affection between the two priests.

"Wait until I reach level three, probably within two years," Nick said confidently.

"Then I'll wait for the wedding."

"No, you will be responsible for the guests' food and drink that day."

Clown grinned, he didn't expect that he had been assigned to be a cook.

Nick continued, "Don't even think about sleeping at night. Find something to do to distract yourself and avoid being exposed to the moonlight. Wait until the full moon sets before catching up on your sleep.

Also, the meeting time is tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock. I will be waiting for you at the entrance of the Holy Fire Cathedral at 9:30. Don't get up late."

. . . .

At night, the red full moon rose, everything was quiet, and the gray fog seemed to have thinned a lot.

In the room, the crow Fujin still went to bed early, and Buster was also huddled in the corner of the room listlessly.

Crown could see the crimson light shining on the beige curtains, leaving a layer of blood-colored aura outside.

The spiritual light is very faint, and ordinary people and low-level extraordinary people with average spiritual perception can hardly detect it.

He felt an invisible stream of water slowly drowning him. There was still light outside the room, but in his spiritual perception, the world was plunged into endless darkness. The contrast between his visual and spiritual perceptions was extremely uncomfortable.

A faint sound came from the room, like wailing or chanting.

It was like the mumbling of countless people in their dreams, gathering into an ocean of sound waves.

Blurry visions appeared in his eyes, and all entities around him disappeared.

I felt as if I was in an empty wilderness, with endless fog rising and rolling, converging into distorted images.

Sometimes it resembles a giant, deformed octopus, its tentacles covered with eyes glowing scarlet;

Sometimes it looks like spreading seaweed, and there is a human face on each seaweed. Crown is no longer a rookie in the extraordinary world. He understands that this is a phenomenon of the spiritual plane eroding the material plane, a phenomenon that can only be captured by extraordinary people with keen spiritual perception.

Speaking of which, this is the second time he has spent a full moon night in the outside world since he traveled to this world.

He took a deep breath, the illusion was more real than the first time he felt it, but he was much stronger than before.

Crown silently chanted a spell and his fingers quickly changed, releasing the Heart Purification Spell.

The silver aura appeared on the body's surface and then slowly disappeared. The hallucinations and mumblings that caused extreme physical discomfort immediately became much more blurred.

He closed his eyes and tried to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.

The bright moon appeared before my eyes, but there were countless tiny black spots on it that could not be removed no matter what.

It’s better than the last time I visualized the full moon night. That time I couldn’t even visualize the full moon.

The filth of the full moon could not be removed, and he did not dare to continue visualizing the full moon entering the Niwan Palace.

So I stopped forcing myself and started practicing the Rock Breathing Technique.

. . . .

There is a curfew in Rhine City. No one is allowed to go out after 11pm except for staff of special departments. On full moon nights, the curfew starts at 9pm.

In the Whitechapel district, on Belsk Street, four people stood in the middle of the street, bathed in the crimson moonlight.

A woman in a red slim-fitting hunting suit asked, "Do people from the church always come this late?"

Her hair and eyes are also fiery red, and her figure is slender and curvaceous, which naturally attracts other people's attention.

The short-haired man in a black robe chuckled. "Don't worry, Lisa. It's not time yet. People in the church are always like this."

"Fekaert, you will spoil her. Whether you admit it or not, the Brotherhood's power in Rhine City is weaker than that of the Church. Flanders is undoubtedly the strongest person here."

"Yennefer, I also advise you not to help others become more ambitious and destroy your own prestige. It has only been a short time since Lisa became a third-level spirit master, and she has already defeated several veteran third-level warlocks in the guild. It won't be long before she can grow to a point where she surpasses you and me. It is worth looking forward to surpassing Flanders."

"What a fool's dream!"

The old witch with a black pointed hat slammed her staff down heavily on the ground. "That's enough, both of you, stop arguing. The people from the church will be here soon. Do you want outsiders to laugh at us? To explore the ruins of the spirits, we still need everyone's cooperation. I advise you to put the overall situation first."

As the witch finished her words, a cloud of gray smoke suddenly appeared on the nearby street.

At the same time, footsteps were heard from the distant street, and four figures were revealed in the moonlight.

He moved very quickly, and within a minute, he arrived in front of the people.

The gray smoke slowly dissipated, revealing an oval-shaped portal of light shining with a pale white light.

"Flanders, you always come just in time."

"Yes, Fili. I like to do things just right. This new face is Ms. Lisa Smit? I didn't expect that the Brotherhood would send her to explore this spiritual ruins this time."

The witch with the pointed hat smiled faintly; "This world will eventually become a stage for young people. Besides, Lisa's strength is comparable to that of a veteran warlock.

You guys also brought a new person, Lord Cavendish. I really envy you for having such an outstanding daughter like Fanny."

"Haha, Fanny is my pride. We don't need to exchange false pleasantries here. The time for exploring Lingxu is limited. Let's go in now."

"Your Excellency is still so straightforward." The witch in the pointed hat glowed with an orange-red spiritual light. "According to the rules, we will enter first this time."

Yennefer and Fekaert also had spiritual armor of various colors lighting up.

The most dazzling one was Lisa. She raised her head to look up at the sky, and an illusion of blazing fire appeared in her eyes that no one else could see. Then her whole body was burning in flames, and the flesh on her head disappeared in an instant, turning into a burning skull.

She swayed her graceful figure and was the first to step into the portal of light, followed by the other three warlocks.

Fanny narrowed her eyes and said, "This Lisa's ability to control spirits is really special. Her emotions have always been very stable, and I didn't notice anything unusual about her. Could it be that these warlocks have really found a way for a spirit control master to advance to the third level?"

"So what? The church's foundation is much stronger than the Warlock Brotherhood." Cavendish laughed heartily. "Come on, let's go in too. I hope we can gain more this time than last time."

. . . .

[Rock Breathing Method: 176/5000; Level 2]

There was a golden glint in Clown's eyes. He had spent an entire night practicing the Stone Breathing Technique, and his proficiency level had increased by over a hundred points.

After entering the second level, the pleasure of rapidly increasing proficiency is no longer there.

At this time, the crimson full moon had already set.

After Clown drank a bottle of high-calorie holy water and began to visualize the Golden Light Mantra, he continued to sleep until the end of the morning hour.

At half past eight in the morning, the hourglass alarm woke him up. After quickly washing up, he went out quickly and got into the carriage.

He was like a master of time management and arrived at the door of the Holy Fire Cathedral on time at 9:30.

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

As soon as Crowne jumped off the carriage, Nick ran over from the gate: "You are always so punctual."

"Can I take it that you are complimenting me?" Crown took out ten silver coins and handed them to the driver. "No need to change. The rest is your tip."

"Thank you, sir. May the Lord of Fire bless you." The driver bowed and got into the car quickly, whipped the whip and went to look for the next customer.

The priest glanced at him and asked, "Why aren't you wearing that cool armor?"

"Aren't you wearing nothing either?" Crown asked back.

"I'm afraid of stealing your limelight. You are the protagonist today. Lord Flanders specifically asked for you," Nick showed an expression of ungratefulness.

The priest led the way and the two came to the backyard of the church.

"Where are we going?" Crown realized that the route was wrong. They were not heading to the bishops' office area.

"Let's go to the training ground," Nick said as a matter of course, "Sir Flanders is interested in your fighting ability, so of course he wants to measure your strength. Otherwise, do you think he's here to have tea with you?"

I actually thought so at first, but I didn’t expect this big shot to be so direct.

The two men came to a door with two fully armed priests standing at the door. One of the priests opened the door and said, "The two bishops are waiting for you, Nick."

"Okay, thank you," the priest bowed to express his gratitude.

Crown also bowed, and when he walked into the indoor training ground, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

There were two skinny old men standing inside, completely different from the tall and mighty men he had imagined.

Nick saluted respectfully: "Your Excellencies, this is Crown Moya."

After saying this, the priest stood aside.

Crown bowed and saluted: "Your Excellencies."

One of the two old men was wearing a white priest robe and had brown curly hair. He had a kind face and a friendly look, which made people feel good at first sight.

His robe had been starched and washed many times and looked very plain. It must be Flanders McLean.

The other old man had gray hair tied into a messy braid and was wearing an old brown leather armor.

The old man's eyes were as sharp as knives. Clown looked at him and felt a sharp feeling that slightly stung his eyes, and the hair on his forehead stood up slightly.

He immediately shifted his gaze and lowered his head to look at the ground.

"Come closer, kid. I'm Flanders." The old man in the white robe waved his hand and said gently, "I got all your information from Nick. It only took you two months to go from an ordinary person to a second-level extraordinary person?"

Clown walked towards the bishop obediently, bowed slightly and said, "Yes, sir."

This fact cannot be concealed at all.

"Nick said you have special abilities that can provide great help to your teammates. Can you let me experience them?"

The highlight is coming. Clown nodded: "No problem, sir."

He thought to himself: "After feeling it, should I try to find out the origin of the ability indirectly?"

The flash of thought in his mind did not affect his actions. He quickly formed a seal and released the Moon Spirit Shield at the opponent's position. After waiting for three seconds, he released the Golden Armor Technique.

Flanders stroked the pale golden halo on his body and nodded continuously:

"It is indeed a very good ability. From your first ability, I feel calm and peaceful. It can stabilize emotions and accelerate thinking.

Your second ability, I can feel the warm sunlight shining on the earth from above, how is the defensive power of this ability, can it protect against elemental attacks?"

Your feeling is so accurate!

Clown smiled and said, "It can defend against elemental attacks. This layer of golden armor can currently defend against several attacks from ordinary second-level transcendents."

"Yes, a second-level priest does not have such an ability." Flanders' smile became more and more kind. "You also have an ability that can cause great damage to vampires?"

Although the tone of the sentence was a question, the affirmation in the words was irrefutable.

Crown nodded generously: "Yes, sir. I will release it for you to see."

"Okay, just release it on me."

As Flanders spoke, a layer of orange-red spiritual armor lit up on his body.

Klauen looked at the armor and had the illusion that flames were rising from it.

He understood that this was because his high-level abilities interfered with his spiritual perception.

He took a few steps back, took out a golden talisman, activated it and released the Yangyan Technique.

A golden stream of light shot out and exploded after hitting the target, and a golden, blazing spiritual flame erupted.

Crown narrowed his eyes. He did not notice the bishop's spiritual armor shaking even a little.

"The golden flame has a very special power, very similar to the attack of the Sun God Cult, but with a slight difference." Flanders shouted, "Keep going, I can still withstand it. Let me see how many times you can attack to break through the defense of my Fire Spirit Shield."

Why did I think of the Fire Cloud Evil God? You're not going to say "It's my turn to fight back" next, right? Clown took a deep breath and took out a stack of golden talismans.

He activated his super vision, aimed at the bishop's chest, and continuously released Sunfire Technique at a frequency of one second.

The golden flames kept flashing, and he released the Sunfire Spell four times before he realized that it had some effect. The bishop's fire spirit shield showed signs of shaking.

He continued to release the Sunfire Technique. Finally, the eighth Sunfire Technique broke through the bishop's defense.

(End of this chapter)