Chapter 284 Osman's Decision

In the sanctuary, Osman knelt in front of the angel statue and prayed in a low voice. He had silently recited more than ten chapters of the Flame Bible.

This was his way of dealing with his inner anxiety, something he hadn't done in years.

In the past, when he felt uneasy, he only needed to silently recite a chapter or two from the Bible to regain his peace and wisdom.

My heart was in turmoil today, and reciting the Flame Bible silently for a long time had little effect.

The message sent back by the secret guards claimed that the strange man in yellow walking in the Kingdom of Ribia could indeed impart endless knowledge to people.

As long as the person being indoctrinated does not go crazy because of this knowledge, he or she can be considered to have accepted the gift of fate.

This weirdo would give a yellow light symbol to anyone he favored, regardless of whether the person was willing to accept it.

The vast majority of people who gain favor passively do not have a good ending. Either they cannot distinguish between reality and illusion and go crazy, or they have cognitive problems and are polluted and turned into deformed monsters.

Every time the strange man seemed to appear out of nowhere, he would soon disappear without a trace.

The Kingdom of Ribia is the grazing land of Oghma, the God of Knowledge. The Church of the God of Knowledge has tried to siege this strange man who came from nowhere, but they have never succeeded and instead suffered heavy losses.

The Yellow-Cloaked Monster has been listed as a catastrophic-level taboo. The secret guards have summarized the pattern of the Yellow-Cloaked Monster's appearance and hired people to verify it.

As expected, the unlucky guy who took the money to do the job had his head exploded for unknown reasons, and finally turned into a walking tentacle monster.

Judging from his experience, this strange man in yellow is the embodiment of some kind of rules, like an incarnation, an incarnation of god-level.

The appearance of the yellow-clothed monster was more like the person being indoctrinated inadvertently completing a mysterious ritual.

After an unknown amount of time, Osman suddenly stood up. He had made up his mind and was no longer hesitant or confused.

He forcibly broke through when this world was not yet able to accommodate the silver rank, and he did so by borrowing a drop of Holy Spirit blood.

Through a secret magic circle, the previous Pope activated the Holy Spirit, and finally forced him to complete the transformation of his body and achieve shining silver. The price of this abnormal method was to cut off his future.

Generally speaking, in the days when the world's spirituality was not yet active, being able to achieve Silver meant living decades longer than a Level 3 Transcendent would mean a huge profit.

But in today's world where spirituality is constantly rising, cutting off his path forward means that he will go from being a high-ranking pope looking down on all living beings to being lost in the crowd, and this is something he cannot accept.

He recalled the last words the previous pope said to him: 'My child, I hope you won't blame me.'

At that time, he thought it was the supreme honor and how could he blame the other party. Only after he became the Pope did he know that by using the blood of the Holy Spirit to break through to the silver level, his body would have a hint of divinity and become a vessel that could withstand the arrival of the gods.

In the past, the Holy Spirit might not have descended upon the earth, but it is not certain in this era.

Osman walked out of the sanctuary and said to the commander of the secret guards who was guarding outside the door: "Make arrangements. I will go to Ribia secretly."

The secret guards do not interfere in church affairs and are only responsible to the Pope.

Sarco's figure emerged from the empty shadow. He bowed slightly and said, "I'll make arrangements now. But even if everything goes well on the way to Ribia, it will take about half a month to go back and forth."

Osman nodded gently: "I will announce to the public that I am studying the oracle, and no one will find out in a short time."

. . . .

Half a month later, Crown returned to Rhine City by airship.

Flanders sent someone to inform him that it was time to launch an attack on the cultists' gathering place.

When he got off the airship, Crown was immediately taken to the Cathedral of the Holy Fire by Harry Dale, the Archbishop's attendant, who was waiting at the berth.

After meeting the Archbishop, Crown asked with a smile, "Sir, is the new airship ready so soon?"

The airship must be sturdy, otherwise if it is shot down in the air and they fall into the center of the cultists' camp, that would be a deadly act.

“Yes, the Strange Item Manufacturing Association already has a relatively mature manufacturing plan and process. They have tried to manufacture a special airship, and the results were quite good.

The framework of the new airship has long been erected, and the modification work is going very smoothly. I have decided that we will all go to the Andes Mountains together tomorrow.

Yennefer had been to the Andes some time ago, and she also said that as long as they got close to the cultist camp, they would be attacked by a two-headed chimaera. She and Geralt even killed a chimaera.

This time we will send out our strongest lineup, all silver-ranked warriors will participate in the battle."

Flanders said kindly that the ordinary people from the Rare Object Manufacturing Association had given him a big surprise. The new type of airship skin armor they developed could withstand his ordinary attacks.

You must know that if his attack hits a third-level transcendent, the opponent will definitely be injured.

As for the reason why all the top warriors in the diocese were mobilized, it was because he was worried that there might be silver-level enemies in the cultists' camp, which would lead to many variables.

It would be great if we could lure out a silver-level enemy.

Crown realized that the Archbishop was talking about the reconnaissance airship. He thought for a moment and asked, "Sir, how long will it take to manufacture a bombing airship?"

If they could build a large bombing airship, they would be able to inflict heavy casualties on the cultists before the arrival of spring, adding weight to their chances of victory in the war.

"The manufacturing plan for the large bombing-type airship has been finalized. Since it is built from scratch, it will take more than two months to complete, which will be enough to catch the tail end of winter."

Flanders will never look down upon the ordinary people in the Strange Item Manufacturing Association. Their inventions enable humans to deal with dangerous things more easily.

He paused, and then said, "There is no mission today. Go back to the guest room and have a good rest. When the weather clears up, we will do a big job."

Crown nodded obediently. He returned to the guest room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.

For him, the best way to conserve his energy is to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.

The feeling of increasing proficiency bit by bit is intoxicating. Bright gold and silver lights are constantly flowing in the guest room, just like sunlight and moonlight shining into the room.

If a person stays focused without distraction, he will feel that time passes quickly.

In the blink of an eye, a day passed and it was already midnight.

Crown ended his visualization and summoned a wall of gold.

[Golden Light Mantra: 71548/150000; Level 3]

[Flame Breath: 6842/50000; Level 4]

Both of these skills were improving rapidly. When Crown looked inward, he could already "see" more silver spots in his blood. The amount of silver blood in his body was increasing.

The golden wall gave him better room for improvement. Others had bottlenecks in improving their breathing techniques, and it might be difficult to make progress for a long time, but as long as he worked hard, there would be results.

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

This is the true meaning of God rewards hard work, no matter how hard you work, you will reap what you sow.

Watching his proficiency increase bit by bit, and seeing himself becoming stronger bit by bit and unwaveringly, was an intoxicating feeling.

. . . .

Another two days passed.

Today is a good day. The weather is clear, the wind has stopped, and the snow has stopped. The sky is like a pure blue gem without a trace of clouds.

Flanders led everyone on board the airship and headed for the Andes Mountains.

In addition to the four silver-level warriors, there are also six third-level transcendents.

The church, the brotherhood, and the city government each sent out two third-level fighters, and they spent the past two days honing their combat coordination with each other.

"Knock knock", there was a gentle knock on the door.

Crown used the Fire Cube to control the door handle and opened the door smoothly.

When he saw the person coming, he said with some disappointment: "You finally chose to stay with the Brotherhood."

The one who came in was a witcher with long gray hair and pigtails - Geralt the White Wolf, a true white werewolf.

The people sent out from the Brotherhood were Yennefer and Geralt.

Bai Lang carefully looked at the person opposite him for a while, and said leisurely:

"Unconsciously, you have become one of the strongest people in this world.

Silver rank, I never dreamed of reaching this level, your current position is something that people look up to."

He recalled the scene when he first met him. He and his student Allen were having dinner in a tavern with a shabby exterior and an even shabby interior.

The other person passed by their table, and he felt a smell of sunshine, so he called the other person.

At that time, Crown was just an ordinary person. But now, in just two years, he has grown to a height that he could never reach.

One can hear complex emotions in his tone, seven parts joy and three parts loneliness.

Clown patted his friend's shoulder and said with a smile, "The spiritual concentration of the world is constantly increasing. It won't be difficult for you to achieve the fourth level in a few days."

Geralt smiled bitterly and said:

"The church's heritage is enough for you to advance to the silver level if you follow the procedures, but for demon hunters, every step we take is like crossing a river by feeling the stones.

Demon hunters seem to have only one advantage, which is the genetic mutation after mutation, which allows us to live longer than other extraordinary people of the same level.

But judging by the current situation of the world, living too long in this era may not be a happy thing. "

The demon hunter's sadness only lasted for a short time. He quickly adjusted his mindset and regained his composure: "Why did I say so many disappointing words? Maybe I've been through a lot mentally."

Clown changed the subject and asked, "You and Yennefer killed a two-headed chimera. Tell me about the battle. Also, did you find any weaknesses of this creature?"

He himself is not someone who can comfort others, he can only divert the other person's attention.

"Hmm," Geralt thought for a while and said, "Seriously speaking, we were lucky to kill the Chimera. The monster basically used up all its magic power while chasing the airship we were riding.

When fighting with us, it could no longer use its strongest breathing ability, which gave us a chance to win.

The skin of the two-headed chimera is extremely tough, and my weapons can only cause shallow wounds."

(End of this chapter)