Chapter 45 Then Find a Chance to Kill Him, Said He Died of Being Sick
[Titan Town-Unknown House]
"Huh? Where are these miscellaneous fish hiding in the dark and watching!? Die!"
In a daze, Bishop Anri heard an unhappy voice.
That tone always reminded him of the summer in the slums before he became a professional, looking at the bugs lingering over the smelly ditch at the door, and saying something in a similar unhappy tone.
I wonder if the insect that I crushed to death at that time would have the same experience as me.
But at this time, he only felt that his brain was shaking!
No, it's the brain that's boiling!
For a moment, it was as if nothing mattered anymore!
The draft of the "Heritage Sutra" on the table seemed unable to withstand the backlash force that crossed the spiritual body and fed back to the draft. It was corroded by that force almost in an instant.
The draft of the Shire Sutra was like a girl who was unable to resist. The grinning skull and the dark sun emblem painted on the cover instantly shattered and fell, and the abnormal power infected the draft itself.
Bishop Anri only felt that when he looked at the note, he seemed to see the draft that he had mastered for many years, and was gradually losing the power to resist.
It stood motionless and allowed the strange power to expand within its body. Unknowingly, the symbols representing the Church of the Dark Sun gradually fell off the notes, revealing the clean draft itself.
The paper of the draft was gradually dyed with pale pink patterns, changing from a dark and strange book of evil gods to a mysterious volume that seemed to catch the eye at a glance.
What's going on? Resist! Why don't you resist?
Aren't you the treasure given to me by my god Cyric? Why did you give up your resistance like this?
He had mastered the draft of the "Cyrax" for many years, and subconsciously wanted to use the magic given by Cyric to regain control of the draft in his own hands.
But the next second, something happened that made him eclipse. The draft of the Scripture showed no response at all!?
Bishop Dark Sun, who was already feeling a splitting pain in his head, only felt his eyes go dark.
Five years ago, it was through accidentally obtaining the draft of the Scriptures that he was able to escape from the chaotic slums and become a Black Sun priest with extraordinary status.
He had no relatives for a long time, but he once regarded the draft of Cyril as his spiritual sustenance, and was extremely convinced that he could become a professional. This was all the result of the great Cyric guiding him with the help of the draft.
He could feel that when he was preaching Cyric's teachings among the people, it was as if he could feel God's eyes focusing on him through the draft all the time.
This kind of gaze made it easier for him to control and exert the power of the draft. The spiritual connection between one person and one draft became more and more stable as time went by, and his path as a pastor became smoother than that of a normal person.
But now, when he tried to use magic to call the draft, the draft of Hercules turned a deaf ear to him.
An indescribable feeling of loss made him feel flustered.
But the next moment, his face was full of panic, and he watched in disbelief as the pale pink light filled the whole body of the draft, and the aura of murder and destruction contained in it completely dissipated.
Bishop Dark Sun felt like a basin of cold water was poured on his head.
He felt that the draft had adapted to the new power and transformed into another shape.
He stretched out his hand towards the draft in pain and murmured: "No, don't, don't leave me..."
But the next moment, the draft quickly faded away from the form that once belonged to the Dark Sun faction and transformed into a completely new form.
It was a form he had never seen or understood before.
The ocean of chaos unfolded again, and the Dark Sun Bishop could only see it with his own eyes. It showed its appearance to a spiritual body in the ocean of chaos with a new attitude.
It crawled under the frighteningly beautiful phantom of the spiritual body. After a while, as if it had received permission, it slowly integrated into the succubus' spiritual body.
Just when it was about to be swallowed up, the draft seemed to finally react. A light pink light flew out from the clean paper and hit the Dark Sun Bishop directly.
In a daze, he seemed to see a pair of eyes that exuded a faint luster.
That's...the Charming Eye?!
A look of fear flashed in his eyes, but soon the red light of "being controlled" flashed across his eyes.
As the red light gradually dissipated, he seemed to be waking up from a dream, his eyes full of loss.
"Is this the power that drives the Prince of Lies crazy?"
Bishop Anri remembered everything.
He is not a so-called bishop at all.
He was just a mortal dominated by the draft of the Scriptures.
"Heritage" is one of the most dangerous books on the continent.
If you read its body, it will turn the viewer into a fanatical believer of Cyric, the Prince of Lies, and in order to implement Cyric's teachings, he will madly create conspiracies around the world.
He had just gotten the draft of the Scriptures and read it, and he had already gone crazy.
He firmly believes that he is Cyric's most devout believer, the backbone of the church that promotes the greatness of the Black Sun, and a bishop-level priest who possesses this powerful power.
And under the guidance of this extremely firm belief, more of Cyric's gifts will come to his devout believers.
The cause and effect is reversed, first creating devout believers, and then relying on devout faith to feed back to the gods, and the gods in turn give gifts based on faith. This is the power of the mad god in the "Heritage Sutra".
But now, that power is modified by another, higher power.
Ah~ah~O nameless and beautiful noble God, thank you for pulling me out of the prison of conspiracy and giving me a new life! Your loyal believer Alan Arkham offers you his devout faith!
A ray of red light flashed in Bishop Anri's eyes.
He just felt as if he was free.
But maybe he has gone crazy and never thought that the easiest way to break a curse is to replace it with another more dangerous curse.
For example... the charm spell "Constant Charm Eyes" is released using the distorted draft of the Scriptures as a medium.
At this moment, a creeping shadow appeared.
A figure wearing a dark sun priest uniform was half-kneeling on the ground, holding an unconscious barbarian in his hand: "Your Majesty, the mission has failed."
"I already know." Alan Arkham said, "Chris, do you remember how I asked you to deal with the successor of Anthony when we came to Lancaster?"
"Yes, Lord Bishop, I have never forgotten your words~
If the opponent is great, we will attack him for corruption and bribery.
If he is honest and upright, discredit his misconduct in private life.
If he is loyal, spread rumors that he has an eccentric character.
People can't be perfect. If that's the case, then find an opportunity to kill him and then say he died of ecstasy."
"Very good, you are indeed a qualified Dark Sun believer." Allen showed a warm smile on his face. The Dark Sun believer looked blankly at the mace hanging above his head, and there was no trace of it.
Cold sweat fell down.
"Lord~Bishop?" he asked fearfully.
"Hello, Chris, please allow me to re-introduce you to our Heavenly Father and Savior... You will definitely be moved by His mercy and radiance."
Chris nodded crazily like a chicken pecking at rice: "I don't dare to move, no... I mean, I'm touched, so touched!"
"Ah, you are indeed a qualified listener! Before you listen to me preach about the beauty of my god, please do something first..."
"That's for sure, it's an honor to serve you!" he said loudly.
"Very good, then Chris, go and close the door..." This chapter has been completed!