Chapter 55

...I had a dream again.

Xiaoman lowered her head and looked at her empty palm.

Ever since she left her teacher, or her talent changed, she was sometimes disturbed by vague dreams. When she woke up, she could not remember anything, but felt vaguely familiar.

She was silent for a while, then stood up and re-tied her half-long hair, took out some food to eat, packed her bags and set off.

On the way to the City of Art, Xiaoman no longer had the Dragon King, the greedy and lively boxer, or the nimble fox boy following her from afar. She was all alone, just like when she first set out.

Although there are many bad people in the outside world, Xiaoman has also declined a caravan that Zhen wanted to take her on out of kindness, because she still has the head of the Flora City Lord in her personal space.

The information on the Fixation Resurrection Technique stated that the required body parts could be severely damaged beyond recognition to still be effective, but the most important parts, the head and torso, could not be missing, so she took this item with her.

Although the teacher said that the portable space spells are bound to the soul and the items placed in it are almost impossible to locate, Xiaoman still does not want to implicate kind people.

In fact, a quiet journey is also good. You can think of nothing and not talk for the whole day. Compared with the wilderness and mountains, a person is really too small to blend into them quietly like sand and gravel.

What she didn't know was that someone on the other side of the road was happily leading a group to greet her, and in a corner of the world someone was whispering her name. After wiping off a splash of thick black and purple "blood" that was sparkling with starlight, a face that vaguely resembled a certain young boy's appeared between her messy long hair.

——The Holy City, the headquarters of the temple.

"Mammy," the tall young man from the Lion tribe, wearing a white robe, followed closely behind the equally strong old woman from the Elephant tribe, still like a child trying to catch up with the pace of an adult, "Is there really no such thing recently?"

He used the name that the children in the monastery used to call nuns, but the elephant woman walking quickly in front was clearly dressed like a bishop.

She had broad shoulders, a powerful step, clear and steady dark eyes, and a wrinkled face that exuded a fierce energy and a reliable temperament that made children feel safe. If she were in a monastery at this moment, everyone who saw her would think of a famous statue of a saint holding a heavy hammer in one hand and a small girl in the other. The ancient statue was called "Mother".

The female bishop of the elephant tribe turned around and patted the shoulder of the young man she had taken care of. She spoke at a moderate pace: "Don't worry, Taloya. When the evildoer commits a crime again, we will punish him with the sword and the glory of God and make him disappear into ashes. Before that, you should concentrate on sharpening your sword so as not to let down your half-life of hard training."

"Yes, Aunt Shanni." The young man smiled sincerely, and his eagerness to find a solution faded away, as if he had really gained the strength to calm his mind from the other person's broad palm.

The bishop also smiled, turned and walked into the meeting hall, locking Yangguang and one of the orphans she had raised out.

Curtains were hanging, and the elegant scent of burning spices and high-end candles filled the air. The dim brightness gave everyone attending the meeting a sense of security, making the mood when speaking more stable and peaceful.

Sani took a seat and listened to their discussion.

The incident of the cathedral bell ringing a month ago was matched to the time when the lich Lazarus boldly cast the spell "Eye of Kalyse's Foresight". Not long after, the top spellcaster obediently handed over the relevant information to the City of Learning, allowing the cathedral to exchange this knowledge for a price within its acceptable range.

Unfortunately, he kept silent about the content of his prophecy, and the temple could not force him to tell what he had foreseen, which resulted in an effect that was extremely close to the divine descent in the distant records. It could only be recorded and archived in this way.

However, the intelligence network of the Temple did not stop afterwards. It was not just the incident of the Eleritna siblings - the superficial revenge killing was nothing at all. The scenes of corpse resurrection and tomb destruction were the situations that would be treated seriously by the Temple.

While Sanni went to the Mithril City to discuss the aftermath and pick up his children, another character had already gone to the Bronze City to investigate the condition of Mansa Jino's tomb.

The data brought back was quite astonishing, and included several quick sketches from near and far angles. Those tens of meters long slender spikes grew completely naturally from the ground, and the sampling results from different locations were highly consistent. They were gemstones purified by extremely high temperatures. Unlike the instantly melted dead heads, they remained in the same place forever, quietly piercing up to the sky from time to time, revealing an unusually evil aura.

In terms of difficulty, both the spellcaster and the temple have candidates who can do this, and there are quite a few of them. It is not difficult for the secular forces to artificially create this scene overnight. But when it comes to guessing who would do this, the answer becomes confusing.

But these two things are certainly not enough to get the bigwigs of the temple together to discuss it.

There is no need to tell young people that strange things have been happening all over the place recently, and the styles are similar.

A dissolute rich man who was used to kidnapping and abusing poor girls suddenly went mad in public, dug out his own eyes with a spoon, ran home and lit a fire to burn down his house, and at the same time, with incredible strength, he grabbed a few guys with the same hobby, strangled them to death, and hung them under the statue in the square in front of the church;

A doctor who cheated the abandoned people out of their money by replacing medicine with weeds poisoned the well water, killing an entire village that had persecuted the abandoned people. The villagers who drank the poisoned water were in great pain but did not die. Instead, they ran to the church in the town, touched the door, and vomited blood to death.

There was even a nobleman who was used to collecting intact eggshells of wild birds and therefore hired people to dig out bird nests. He died in the middle of the night by using a pickaxe to hollow out a corner of the wall of the local church, then curled up inside after skinning himself until he was covered in blood, with only his stomach bulging high. After an autopsy, it was found that all the dirty organs in his abdominal cavity had been replaced with dozens of portions of fresh chicken dirty organs, filling it up.

…

Suoni listened to other bishops talking about similar incidents that happened among their subordinates. She took out the copy she had just received and threw it on the table, allowing others to take it and look through it. Now she felt that there was no need to recount them one by one.

The above events that have occurred recently are undoubtedly a provocation to the Church, but... this maliciousness is strangely harmless.

Rather than a carefully planned plan, its essence is more like a random prank, such as ignorant children using raw wheat flour to build a city and catching insects to serve as residents, without caring that the insects living in the soil will be killed by the sun.

What is even more strange is that after the prayer ceremony, the divine decree that was obtained several times all meant "not an enemy".

Even though the oracles have become increasingly vague in recent centuries, as if their fathers had completely lost the logic to communicate, people can only believe that they are accurate after repeated verification.

"…If you look at it from another perspective, we can only warn people verbally not to do evil, but we cannot use severe punishments to stop it. And 'it' just punishes people more severely and extremely. It can be said that it has been notified to educate us when it was sent to our door."

A colleague next to Shanni whispered a joke, and the worry between his brows did not seem serious.

After discussing the treatment plan for half a day, there was still no result. It was impossible to really limit people from doing evil. Suni leaned back and allowed himself to be distracted for a moment. He remembered that Taloya, who had grown into a big girl now, was once a short, clumsy and chubby kid in a group of children. She fell into a knee-deep mud puddle while running and couldn't climb out. Suni picked her up and held her arm with his short arms. He didn't let go even when the mud on her hair fell off and stuck to her eyelids.

The church is a place where generations of good children are nurtured, and it is also a place that protects their positive spirits... Among a group of bigwigs of different genders, backgrounds and experiences, only Bishop Shanni, based on her intuition as a woman who has gently beaten many naughty children over the past few decades, believes that under these files filled with bloody deeds on the table is a big bad child with a bad temper.

Her guess couldn't be wrong.

The "bad kid" who occasionally creates something to surprise the temple is devouring endlessly.

The black and purple filthy substances that emerge from the star abyss that replaces the edge of the world cannot be summarized as the Star God's disease, but only its by-products, or more accurately, the dirty blood flowing from the Star God's wounds.

As they also come from the Star God, they certainly cannot be considered enemies of the Temple.

So fundamentally speaking, they can even be considered to be of the same origin as the Star God Fragment No. 4.

When the Dragon King was still alive, he once asked one of the groups where their main body had gone to. This was also the plot that Yuan Qian had discussed with his adjutant.

Number Five is “Him”, the subject, and will soon become… the only one.

"Hello? Are you okay?" Yuan Qian asked worriedly from time to time.

Yuan Qian knew, of course, that the adjutant himself was still in a distant world and could chat with him at any time. He even just saw a forum reply from that guy, which was only two or three seconds ago.

But the system module is after all hung here, Yuan Qian can also see the situation of number five which is registered under his name.

The vast space that appears to be the Star Abyss should be the entrance and exit connecting the human world to the Star God. The dragon clan returns to the Star God through this place, and some things have lived here since their appearance.

Ever since No. 5, who was controlled by the adjutant, appeared in the depths of the Abyss, it has been like a sea of ​​blood, but there is not a trace of scarlet. The situation is like the dying struggle of a moth before breaking out of its cocoon, so intense that people can't help but feel worried.

[I'm fine.] The adjutant replied lazily, and even stretched out a hand and shook it in the sticky and slippery black and purple "sea of ​​blood" at the right time, and then switched to a loose hand gesture with a "yeah" a little bit late.

"To be honest, it's okay not to eat these..." Yuan Qian muttered again. Although his teammate sometimes had a dark aura and was crazy, he was generally a very reliable and reasonable demon king, which was completely different from the innocent and vicious words of the real dirty blood.

Recently, he witnessed with his own eyes that his teammates wearing the number 5 shirt frequently caused those shocking incidents, which made Yuan Qian really worried that he would be affected by the latter.

After all, the adjutant was a direct villain who loved to throw meteorites and help the poor little sister to avenge herself. And no matter how confused the Star God was, he was still the one who carried the world on his back. It was not certain that the Demon King of another world was completely immune to the negative pollution from him.

[It feels good to have someone care about me, but this is nothing compared to what I usually fight. If it has any effect, I am just pretending. If you want to talk about those things, I did it on purpose. For the sake of the plot, comic villains have to look like villains. If they are all cute demon kings like me, how can they fight with the protagonist in a reasonable way? Otherwise, I would have gone to play with Xiaoman a long time ago...]

The adjutant explained, then turned to muttering strangely halfway. Seeing that his teammates were still so confused and logical, and still had no ambitions and only wanted to have fun, Yuan Qian finally put his mind at ease and continued on his way.

At this moment, the water in the Star Abyss seemed to suddenly accelerate, and then it became completely silent.

"Thank you for the hospitality." The adjutant said to someone unknown.

There was indeed some terrifying creature in the depths that was fully prepared and ready to burst out at any time, but it was waiting quietly there, only lacking Yuan Qian's cooperation.

It's time to go on stage again. Yuan Qian encouraged himself secretly, and carefully adjusted his posture and aura again, so that No. 4 could completely separate himself from the Dragon King-style behavior that had become a habit.

He pondered for a while, and suddenly got an inspiration from the adjutant - of course his teammate did not devour all the black and purple matter, but only ate the many distorted consciousnesses that were condensed from the souls of the returning star gods, leaving only one existence like "him". The remaining unconscious matter and the abyss itself as the entrance and exit, someone planned to cut off the latter and pack it all away.

In short, this action of clearing noise can be regarded as reducing the negative impact on Star God, although it is only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution.

Yuan Qian felt that he, or No. 4, could do something similar.

His mind moved slightly, and the remaining emotional value on the panel jumped a few numbers. Then, a clear purple cigarette stem fell into the hands of the businessman Winchester.

Yuan Qian held it through his gloves and shook it casually. Then some substances were drawn from the seemingly clear sky and fell into it, slowly igniting a strange golden smoke.

The mysterious businessman lifted the bottom edge of the silver mask and took a puff.

...It's so bitter.