Chapter 226 Saint Plan
Once this tiny gap is opened, everything that follows becomes easy.
Just like the growth of a plant, it starts out as just a tiny seed in the cracks of a rock, but with the nourishment of the sun and rain, it eventually takes root deeply and bears fruit.
Due to the significant improvement in his own strength and the bishop's almost exhausted state, Anvis spent about half a day and successfully maxed out the growth of the Distorted Seed.
Then, he dismissed the flesh and blood clones that he had brought out to make up the numbers and stopped scaring the young bishop of the Holy Light Church.
Just like how he once transformed into the 'Man in the Mirror', the so-called Fate Parasitic Ritual was also the result of the combination of [Blood Clone], [Blood Manipulation] and [Old Majesty].
The real fate parasitic ritual is extremely complicated, with cumbersome steps and rare consumables. The specific ritual layout and process are also almost lost.
Using the slight spiritual guidance effect mixed in with the words, the bishop is probably too busy to distinguish them carefully in his current mental state.
However, in the process of planting the seeds of distortion just now, Avis could clearly feel that the intensity of Yanil's mental resistance was much stronger than that of other objects of distortion he had planted before.
He was not sure whether this was due to Yanil's own eighth-level strength, or because he was born into the Holy Light Church and his faith made him particularly determined.
If it was before absorbing the seal, Avis would not be sure whether the Seed of Distortion could eventually take shape.
But after absorbing the seal, all attributes of the Old Secret Scriptures received a fundamental upgrade, which was enough to deal with this level of resistance.
After confirming that the Distortion Seed was fully mature, the edge of Avis' hood trembled slightly, and he asked the first question.
"Tell me, what is your name?"
"Yanile... My name is Yanile, Your Excellency the Priest."
A strange fanaticism flashed in the light golden eyes, and the blond young bishop spoke piously, as if he was facing the god he once served wholeheartedly.
"very good--"
Avis nodded.
"So, tell me, Yanile, why did you come to this island?"
"For the sake of that legendary holy object, sacrifice, sir."
Looking up at Avis with his pale golden eyes, Yanil spoke without hesitation, revealing the fundamental purpose of his secret visit to the island.
"According to the church's intelligence agency, there is an unknown evil... secret cult on this island. And in their hands, they hold the true blood of the old gods."
"Since the establishment of the Holy Light Church, the top leaders of the Church have been collecting and processing the traces left by these ancient beings from between the stars to prevent them from falling into the hands of evildoers and endangering the continent."
"And I came to this island this time because the Archbishop personally told me the mission objectives before I left."
Nodding slightly, Avis casually raised his hand and wiped the air, and the dark magical shackles that bound the young bishop's limbs on the altar suddenly disappeared.
After stretching his arms and legs, Yanil weakly stood up from the rock altar, his eyes still filled with a hint of fanaticism.
Looking at the blond bishop who stood up, Avis' heart moved slightly, and he prepared to test the new ability of the Seed of Distortion.
Previously, when the Secret Scripture of the Old Days absorbed the seal beyond the ninth level, an extremely powerful new ability was added to the spell effect of the Seed of Distortion: the ability to peek into the most impressive scenes in the recipient's memory without the recipient noticing.
Placing an hourglass upside down on the ground, Avis gently stroked the cover of the old secret book, slowly concentrating his mind, trying to sense the location of the distortion seed that had already taken shape.
In the space of thought, three fuzzy dark green stars suddenly lit up.
As Avis focused his attention for longer periods of time, the brightness of the stars began to become clearer and clearer.
The other two stars were far away from him and their outlines were more blurred, but the third star was very close and was extremely clear and bright.
Avis tried to extend his mental power and touch the star.
A faint ripple of light emanated from the star, and at the same time, his perspective suddenly changed.
The environment around him turned into a pale white solemn cathedral with a pointed arch dome of unimaginable height and huge stained glass windows depicting mythological epics on all four sides.
He was standing under the huge dome at this moment. Rich golden sunlight diffused in from the magnificent stained glass windows made of various magical gems, enveloping him and the person in front of him, making them look extremely sacred.
The person in front of him was a brown-haired middle-aged man wearing a solemn crimson robe, with a solemn face and a body shrouded in a faint light.
The moment he saw that face, Avis immediately recognized his identity.
[Holy Judge] Jorgson, one of the seven archbishops of the Holy Light Church, a ninth-level peak clergyman.
At this moment, he was saying something to Avis.
"...Go ahead, and try not to attract attention from outsiders along the way."
After saying this, Jorgson turned around, faced the white altar, the bright light in the cup, and closed his eyes slightly.
"It will be soon, Anil. When you bring back the blood of the old gods, your famous generals will be among them and will be the first to receive the glory and grace of the gods."
Then, this clip suddenly blurred and turned into a scene on the streets of the City of Songs.
A blonde girl in a dark blue priest robe held his hand and walked slowly on the street paved with green rocks, apparently helping ordinary people.
The girl distributed the bread in the magic basket to the people around her with a gentle smile. He watched the scene calmly, waving his hands from time to time, emitting a little holy light that enveloped the people and drove away their diseases.
In front of them, several ragged civilians looked grateful and kept bowing to the two of them.
The next moment, the scene changed again, turning into a simple, pure white quiet room.
In front of him was a golden cup filled with holy light. He stood there alone, with his head slightly lowered and his fingers crossed on his chest, as if he was praying quietly to God.
However, judging from the complicated emotions revealed in his memories, his mood at the moment was not as calm as it seemed.
The trial of a 'heretic' during the day was bothering him.
He is reflecting on what justice is.
Through these memories, Anvis gradually understood the life of the bishop.
At the same time, he also captured an obscure word in the scattered and incoherent corners of his memories.
——The Saint Plan.
This word only appeared once in the bishop's memory, but the bishop's memory of it was extremely deep.
At other times, in the memory scenes about this plan, the characters that appear are somewhat secretive about it, and the bishop himself seems to know very little about the specific parts of the plan.
He only vaguely knew that the essence of the plan seemed to be related to the power of faith. . ….….Coo , Pigeon accidentally fell asleep on the keyboard last night, and as a result, the first update today was missing. Coo
(End of this chapter)
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