"Didn't you see that I just rubbed out a layer of mud?"

Ash shrugged. "I rolled around in the rain and fought with the Holy Land last night. I'm dirty and tired. Let alone the Four Pillars of Gods invading, even if the Four Pillars of Gods personally came to trouble me, I'm going to take this bath!"

Although Igula himself was enjoying the bath, he couldn't help but say, "If we can use this time to find an escape route..."

"Escape? How?" Harvey put down the plate, burped, and said calmly: "Don't think there's no one here. There are thirteen magicians guarding outside, one of whom is a Saint Realm magician. Even if you go to pee, they will definitely send someone to help you. How can you escape?"

"I am a psychic who is proficient in dominating factions." Igula said coldly, "I never need others to leave gaps, and a fraudster will not expect others to not cover their wallets."

"But how many can you control?" Harvey said nonchalantly, "And can you control the Sanctuary? Not to mention that the Four Pillars of Destiny should have surrounded the Fire Temple, and the escape route would have been blocked long ago. Ash's suggestion is correct - instead of racking your brains to think of countermeasures, it is better to take a bath to recuperate and wait for fate to serve us a feast."

"Interesting, I used to be the only one who took showers most frequently, and you usually took antiseptics as cleaning. Now you know the benefits of taking showers." Igula laughed angrily: "As the first gospel, Ash will definitely receive the highest level of attention, but you are not. You obviously have the ability and opportunity to find opportunities, instead of using empty values ​​here to refute my suggestions!"

"You're too scared to death." Harvey shook his head. "You clearly weren't mentally prepared, so why did you come along? As a fraudster, is regret a stain on your career?"

"You want to die too much. But you are a necromancer, so I understand. After all, who doesn't want to be immersed in preservative fluid?" Igula's tone was full of sarcasm. "And I didn't mean to come here. I was just accidentally involved because I wanted to save Anfil."

"…I'm sorry." Ash almost sank into the water, "I'm the one who got you into trouble this time."

The two of them froze in expression, and no one paid attention to Ash's words.

"…Just think of it as you doing it for Anfield." Harvey said, "But instead of imagining that we can escape unscathed, you might as well think about how to fight your way out later."

"Fighting is necessary, but it is not the goal, but a means and a bargaining chip." Igula said: "If the Four Pillars Cult can really annihilate the Holy Fire Temple, we will most likely not be able to escape, but we can surrender."

"surrender?"

"Since Gospel believes that I can build a Four Pillars Divine Religion from scratch, why can't I integrate into the Four Pillars Divine Religion here, or even seize power when the opportunity arises?" Igula has begun to change his mindset: "If we can't beat them, we can join them. This makes sense. So even if we have to break through head-on, we have to show our value and treat it as a job interview in a foreign country."

"...It's up to you." Harvey lowered his eyelids: "Just discuss it with Ash."

nervous.

panic.

confused.

Although no one would admit it, Harvey and Igula were indeed affected by these negative emotions. Even though they were necromancers who followed the footsteps of death and psychics who were good at adjusting emotions, they could not be immune to the influence of unfamiliar environments, especially since they had finally gotten familiar with the Kingdom of Gospel, but were suddenly thrown into this strange country. Anyone would definitely be irritable, even cats would have stress reactions.

Thinking about it this way, it seemed very considerate of An Nan to stuff them into a carriage filled with anesthetic spray immediately after he captured them - they were so sleepy and tired that they didn't even have time to worry about negative emotions.

Xavi and Iguera didn't really have a disagreement with each other, or it could be said that they didn't like each other for a long time, they just wanted to relieve their stress with someone familiar, so they were full of gunpowder when they talked. Blaming others is indeed a quick way for humans to reduce their pressure.

But one of them, Rusty Crow and the other Ghost King, was able to quickly adjust their mental state. In contrast, the other person who seemed to be completely unconcerned about the current situation seemed very strange.

"Ash, why don't you seem worried at all?" Igula asked, "Do you have any way to escape from here? For example, the trump card that Diyin prepared for you?"

"No, no," Ash waved his hand and smiled bitterly, "If I had that kind of thing, I would have taken you away directly. Why would you stay here? But I'm really not that worried."

"To put it in a high EQ way, I've seen too many storms. To put it in a low EQ way, I've been beaten so hard by fate that I don't even want to complain anymore." He spread his hands, "I was imprisoned, tried on the Blood Moon, escaped from prison, escaped from the Blood Moon, was sold by An Nan, worked as An Nan's employee, became a member of Sennheiser's tribe, worked as a dog for Beldette, assassinated the princess, the First Gospel... and that's only half of it."

"Although the current predicament is indeed unsolvable, what I have experienced in the past has never been easy. Even if I am a fat Labrador, I should have become a fish-slaying dragon after training myself up to this point. And..."

"And what?"

Ash stood up from the bathtub, picked up the towel next to him and wrapped himself in it, then looked at them and said, "Although this doesn't seem like a good idea, I sincerely think it's great to be able to implicate you two."

"A necromancer who desecrates corpses, a fraudster who plays with people's hearts. Embarking on an unknown journey with the two of you..." The cult leader couldn't help but laugh: "(＊￣▽￣) It's really reassuring."

"To put it in a positive way, it's to get rid of harm to the people. To put it in a negative way, even if we die together, there will be someone to cover the dead body, right?"

At this time, Igula suddenly reached out and grabbed Ash's ankle, dragging him back to the bathtub, splashing a wave of water. Ash's dirty words were choked in his throat, and just as he floated up, he was pushed down by Harvey again. This time the cult leader was also angry. He was also proficient in water magic factions. How dare these two guys play with him in the water?

Ash dived into the water like a fish dragon and dragged the two of them down with him. The three sanctuary magicians fought in the bathtub to the edge of the universe, and the avenue was wiped out. When the bathtub was half empty, the three of them wrapped themselves in towels and left.

However, Igula and Harvey seemed to be assimilated by Ash. The worry and confusion on their brows were much less, and they looked more confident and calm.

It was then that Ash came up with an exciting speculation: "You don't have to be so nervous. The Holy Fire Temple should have a trump card to counter the Four Pillars Sect."

Igura: “Why do you think so?”

"Because the power of the First Gospel is intelligence, not combat power." Ash said, "When you are being chased by a vicious dog, do you need a stick or a "Handbook on Beating Vicious Dogs with a Long Stick"? However, the Fire Temple is ecstatic about summoning the latter, which can only mean..."

Igulla suddenly realized: "They have a stick to beat the vicious dog, but they can't use it!"

…

…

In fact, it was just as Ash expected.

When they changed their clothes and came out of the palace, the red-robed priest had been waiting outside for a long time: "First Gospel, the invocation ceremony is ready. The people of the Fire Tribulation are thirsting for your rain and dew, and the heretics are afraid of your thunder."

Harvey took the initiative to ask: "What is the ritual of sending gods?"

"It is a ceremony to entrust the power of the gods and the great law." The red-robed priest said, "The gods and the great law of the Holy Fire Temple will follow the First Gospel to fight together."

"Hosting a god?!" Igula was stunned: "You actually possess a god?"

The red-robed priest glanced at Ash, confirmed that he had no intention of explaining, and then explained: "It is not a real god, but a divine method that is only one step away from being a god."

"In our land of Senluo, everyone has divinity, and everyone can be a Dafa. During the Dawn of the Gods a hundred years ago, there was a grand scene in Senluo where eight hundred Dafas coexisted in the world!"

"But not everyone can use the power of the law. Ordinary magicians can only rely on the glory of the law. In order to fight against the Four Pillars of Heresy, we must fully exert the power of the law!" The red-robed priest looked at Ash with eager eyes: "It is said that the First Gospel can control any magic of the gods. Please follow me to perform the god-in-charge ceremony, and then the First Gospel, you will wield the mighty power of the fire of catastrophe that can destroy everything in its path!"

Ash blinked, and his back, which had just been washed, began to sweat again.

He didn't expect that after he had finally escaped from the erosion of the gospel spirit, he still couldn't escape the fate of being possessed by the spirit.

Moreover, these believers were surrounding him densely, and the sound of fighting could be heard faintly outside. The urgency in the eyes of the red-robed priest was undisguised, and he had no chance to delay or hesitate at all!

This time I really have to send it!