Chapter 225 The Miserable Bishop
Thanks to the recovery of the family guard, Evan was lucky enough to regain his share of the reward.
However, because he ran out to have fun, he ended up in danger due to carelessness and was severely punished by Duke Carrot.
Even if you choose to travel and explore, you must put personal safety first! The family's eighth-level guards are not omnipotent, and even the ninth-level guards can't guarantee that they can walk sideways on the continent. So, at any time, don't blindly put yourself in a dangerous situation.
No matter what treasures and resources are replaceable, only oneself is the root of everything.
I’m lucky enough to save my life this time, but what about next time?
In order to strengthen Evan's impression of this, the Duke gave him part of the reward he deserved, and directly ordered him to return to Fengjin City to practice and develop the territory, strictly forbidding him to continue traveling.
The ban can only be lifted when his strength breaks through the seventh level.
Evan in front of the Duke was scolded like an ostrich, shrinking his neck constantly, almost shrinking back into his clothes. . ….….On the other side, in the temporary cave.
“Hmm…”
Feeling the cold and hard stimulation on the back of his body, the blond young bishop opened his eyes in some pain.
What comes into view is the dark and cramped cave walls.
He found that he was still lying on a rough rock altar, his limbs and neck were tightly bound with magical shackles, and all his equipment had been stripped off.
Only a piece of underwear remained, retaining a little bit of his dignity.
He wanted to break free, but there was not a single bit of magic power in his body. He even felt extremely weak, as if the origin of his spiritual sea was damaged.
Snap, snap, snap…
Perhaps sensing his awakening, a sound of light footsteps gradually came closer and closer.
The young bishop opened his eyes wide and tried to look in the direction of the person coming, but he was unable to do so because his neck was bound.
But soon, he no longer needed to make such an effort.
A familiar black-robed hooded figure appeared in his sight.
"you……"
Seeing the familiar black robe, the young bishop's eyes suddenly widened, and a fierce and cold anger burned in them. His throat rolled violently, and he couldn't find enough words to vent his anger!
These despicable pagans actually used a fake Holy Grail to attract his attention, and then used the power of the holy object to secretly attack him! Without paying attention, he was directly sucked into the power of the "holy object" and lost consciousness.
When the white light that was always on in his eyes dissipated, it could be seen that the original color of his eyes was a strange light gold, like the rising morning light, pure and clear.
In fact, if you look closely at the bishop, you can see that he looks younger than he did from a distance before, even a little childish.
"Don't get so excited... lackey of the false god, there are more interesting things waiting for you."
Under the layered hood, Avis spoke in the tone and voice of a priest of the Moon-Calling Cult, his voice was hazy and difficult to distinguish.
"You despicable pagan... You will be entangled in darkness. Even at the moment of the final judgment, there will be no redemption or exemption!"
The bishop at the altar gnashed his teeth at his voice.
“Thank you for your blessing, and may the eyes of truth always be upon your soul.”
Anvis paid no attention to the bishop's harsh words.
The source of his spirit was severely damaged, and he temporarily lost all his strength. His limbs were also bound by high-level magic. Now the bishop could only vent his anger on the bed... on the altar.
However, as a former rank eight, the bishop's mental defenses were still strong. Even though he was seriously injured and had lost his strength, he still had no intention of wavering.
Therefore, Avis needs to open a small gap on the surface of his mind.
"Look at this, what an interesting little gadget."
Looking at the bishop's icy light golden eyes, Anvis slowly raised his right hand, picked up the ring-shaped holy emblem of light with his fingertips, and waved it in front of the bishop.
Ignoring the bishop's angry look, Anvis spoke on his own.
"See? The symbol of your pathetic god is like the entire world you know, tightly bound in such a small circle."
As he spoke, Avis exerted a little force on his fingers. A dark and ominous magical power surged out from his fingertips, wrapping around the surface of the Holy Symbol of Light, violently eroding the holy power on it.
"But, light is ultimately no match for the powerful darkness."
As he moved, the [Holy Emblem of Light] engraved with sacred patterns gradually began to transform between his fingers.
"You...you unforgivable pagan!"
As the young bishop watched with bloodshot eyes, Avis's fingertips completely closed, and a faint white light flashed. The hollow Holy Emblem of Light was completely destroyed in front of him, leaving only a few black ring fragments.
Helplessly watching his holy emblem of light being eroded by the power of the old gods, this extremely blasphemous ritual-like act made the bishop's breathing quicken. His anger rose again, even to the point of rage.
"Angry?"
The hood trembled slightly, and Avis spoke.
"Well, what if that's the case?"
As soon as the words fell, several black ring fragments suddenly floated up on their own and pieced themselves together again.
Holding the reassembled ring, Avis spoke in a gloomy tone.
"I wonder if you have ever heard of a ritual called Fate Parasitism and its effects."
When the bishop heard the word "fate parasitism" from the "Moon Calling Cult Priest" in front of him, his eyes suddenly widened.
At the same time, as if to confirm the bishop's guess, a human figure wearing the bishop's previous full set of clothes but without facial features suddenly appeared in front of the bishop.
"It seems that I don't need to waste any more words."
Along with Avis's dark and incomprehensible tone, the figure's face suddenly began to fluctuate, and his figure gradually changed.
Slowly, a face that made the bishop feel as if he was looking in a mirror appeared before him.
“A perfect masterpiece, but it’s just missing one last bit.”
Looking at the figure beside him who looked exactly like the bishop but had his eyes closed, Anvis smiled and raised the black holy emblem of light, showing it to the bishop.
Then, under his gaze, the dark color of the ring suddenly faded and returned to its holy silver-white color. But the dark and alien power in it was still clearly discernible.
Seeing Anvis personally hang this alienated 'Holy Emblem of Light' on the figure's chest, a strong chill suddenly rose in the bishop's heart.
Amid this violent emotional fluctuation, his mind trembled violently, revealing an imperceptible crack.
In an instant, something unknown began to grow slowly in this gap.
(End of this chapter)
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