The three of them seemed to understand. Finally, the eldest Blitz took a look at the scene, the broken carriage, and the huge pits in the site. He lit a cigar and took a long puff.

"This is a destructive situation in the municipal square. Chief Annick, you just had a battle with a legendary giant."

"No, it's a blue-gray energy giant, formed by Vera after absorbing the souls of hundreds of people."

Levi smiled and said: "That's cool. It's a pity that I didn't participate in this stage of the battle. By the way, judging from your description and the scene, I'm afraid this is not a curse spirit."

"What is that?"

Annick asked rhetorically.

"I don't know. Let's wait for more professional people to explain. We have to evacuate. It will be a bit embarrassing to meet the officials and people from the church later." After speaking, Blitz floated a foot above the ground and prepared to head west.

leave.

"How long will it take for these people to wake up? I see that their souls have returned to their bodies."

Annick hurriedly pointed to the ordinary people lying on the ground in the square and said.

"After pouring the holy water, most people will wake up within half an hour and leave Levi."

"Here you go, old man. Take care of yourself, Mr. Annick. If there is any bounty, remember to give me three points."

Levi patted Annick on the shoulder and followed Blitzcrank away.

"Find me some clothes, I'm freezing to death." Annick looked at the sun that had gone down, and the torn coat was no longer enough to maintain body temperature.

I've lost a lot of money now. I probably can't mend my coat anymore, so I have to buy another one. It's a bit of a loss. I wonder if I can still get the bonus?

While Annick was muttering in a low voice, a long line of black carriages surrounded the Municipal Square.

"Boy, are you dead?"

Spencer sat on top of the car, holding an umbrella to block the sun.

"Here it is, counselor."

Annick raised his arm vigorously and waved to the motorcade.

The leader, with Spencer's carriage, stopped in front of Annick, opened the door, and a middle-aged man wearing a white priest's robe and carrying a winter emblem stepped out. Annick recognized that this was the man in front of him.

Not long ago, I went to Bishop Matthias, who had donated money and received Holy Communion for me.

"Is there a big war? By the way, old bat, what do you think?"

"Old bald man, what do I see? This kid is exhausted. He must have met a strong opponent."

Bald? Did the Lord Bishop turn out to be bald? It’s hard to imagine that the hair of this dignified and serious guy turned out to be a wig.

"You're so bald. Believe it or not, I'm going to beat you up right now."

Matthias was obviously angry too and mocked.

"Forget it, you will duel me during the day, and fight on a full moon night. By the way, what happened to Annick?"

"Is there any potion to restore my strength? I really have no strength now."

"Oh, no problem, here it is."

Spencer unbuttoned his coat, and there was a row of pockets inside. Then he took out an amber potion and handed it to Annick.

"Consultant, this doesn't have any side effects."

Annick looked at the potion in his hand, hesitated for a moment and then asked.

"Why are there any side effects? It is extracted from pure natural medicinal materials, so you can drink it with confidence."

When Annick heard this, he had to open the lid of the potion with hesitation and smell it. Fortunately, there was no smell.

"A gulp?"

"Drink it in one gulp."

After receiving a positive reply, Annick closed his eyes and took a gulp of the stamina potion.

The cold medicine slipped through the mouth and entered the stomach, and then a warm current emerged from the stomach and traveled around the body.

The taste is not too unpleasant, it has a sour taste, which makes people feel energetic.

"Consultant, is taurine added to this?"

"Yes, there are dried seahorses, dodder and other conventional ones, as well as the bile of the eight-winged demon snake, and..."

Spencer seemed to want to continue talking, but Annick interrupted him and said: "Okay, consultant, I have recovered a little strength now. By the way, these ordinary people whose souls have been taken away by the curse spirit, I will break the curse."

After the energy giants formed by their souls, their souls returned to them, but they haven't woken up yet."

When Spencer heard this, he casually walked to a street vendor, grabbed a passerby, and threw it to Bishop Matthias.

"The old bald man is still good at souls and incorporeal evil things, just take a look."

Matthias laid the passerby flat on the ground and then looked at his condition. His eyes were closed tightly, his lips were dry, his breathing was weak, and his face was a little blue.

"It's not a big problem. Just splash some holy water and go home and rest for a few days. Now I don't have so much holy water. Hey, forget it. Just do the hard work."

After Mattia finished speaking, he walked to the edge of the wishing well of the fountain, and then took out a delicate crystal bottle that he carried with him.

"Bo!"

Open the cork and pour three drops of pale golden liquid into the pool water.

As soon as the liquid touched the pool water, the sacred breath was instantly released.

Mattia muttered softly: "The guardian of ancient mankind."

"The eternal pride of mankind."

"Winter God, sit down and drive away the darkness, the angel of light. I pray for your help to purify all this!"

A golden beam of light shot straight into the sky, shining brighter than the sun for an instant. Annick almost couldn't help but want to kneel down.

Then the light beam shattered and turned into countless tiny snowflake-like flocs the size of dandelion down, falling down in the sky, and then seemed to have their own consciousness and integrated into the bodies of the sleeping people.

Annick tugged on Spencer's sleeve, and then asked: "Did Bishop Matthias pour the blood of angels into the pool? Is the angel of light still free to answer the prayers of believers?"

Spencer frowned and said disdainfully: "You were half right. What he poured was indeed the blood of angels, but it was diluted many times. Only angels will answer prayers and divide people. If the area

The archbishop's prayers will most likely be answered, but Matthias is still one level behind."

It turns out that praying to angels also requires a process, and bureaucracy is very harmful.

Annick pointed at the light that was still falling in the sky and said, "Counselor, what is this? Isn't it the response of an angel?"

"That kid is just adding drama to himself. Whether he recites prayers or not, it has this effect. This guy is probably too lazy to carry it back to the believers one by one, and then wash the holy water one by one."

Ah, here, Bishop Matthias's strong character disappeared instantly. Sure enough, laziness is human nature.

"Shh, it's over. The task of cleaning your memory and reshaping your personality will be yours later. My life is over."

Bishop Matthias wiped away the non-existent sweat and said.

"No problem. Anyway, after such a big incident happened, it must be covered up. At most, Pierce and the others work overtime and don't care about my affairs. By the way, Annick, please tell me the details of what happened to you, and we will analyze for you who is the mastermind behind it.
Chapter completed!