"Teacher, I also lost the divine puppet." Van Gogh did not dare to hide it from his teacher. On this island, the only person he trusted was right in front of him. If he deceived the teacher, no one in the black prison would really help him.

"Divine Text Puppet!" The old man in black robe had no worries when he heard that Van Gogh lost the Order Gun. The Order Gun was a magical weapon, and the gods always had a way to get it back. However, the Divine Text Puppet in Van Gogh's hands was the most successful divine refining equipment on the entire Black Prison Island. The materials used were also the most advanced, and they were obtained from the ruins of the First Dynasty.

The research time of this divine text puppet was still short. Because it was more important to track the Eye of Storm, the Black Prison was taken out for Van Gogh to carry it. Unexpectedly, Van Gogh, who possessed the Order Gun and twelve powerful magicians, threw the divine text puppet away.

This is simply impossible. The divine puppet has the attribute of summoning creatures. Even if it is controlled by the enemy, it can be summoned back with divine art.

"Teacher, the warden may not be able to save me. The divine text puppet was researched by the referee." Van Gogh said worriedly.

"What are you going to do?" The old man in black robe recognized Van Gogh's judgment. Although the black prison was independent, the mistakes made by Van Gogh were enough to make him lose the position of the warden's heir. Without this position, even if he is not dealt with now, Van Gogh's future will be extremely dark.

The referee has so many ways to turn Van Gogh into a walking corpse, without having to kill him, allowing him to continue fighting for the referee, and also allowing Van Gogh to be punished extremely cruelly.

"Teacher, I want that piece of equipment, and... leave."

"leave!"

"Yes, teacher, I think I'm not suitable to survive in the black prison. Even if I become the warden in the future, I will not be able to do this level. The Holy See is going to destroy the entire continent's empire. I don't know what to do in the future." Van Gogh said in shame.

"But, where do you have to go?"

"Alchemy City, after I have that equipment, I can disguise myself as a magician."

"You will fall, child..."

"So what? Teacher, I met a level nine-level fallen magician. He is very special, not decadent at all, and can also have an impact on me."

"Have you decided?" The old man in black robe was a little disappointed and a little excited. This strange expression appeared alternately on his face. Disappointed that his students were about to fall, and from then on, he had no successors. In the black prison, he became a lonely one. What was exciting was that if Van Gogh successfully avoided the corrosion of the soul after the depravity and could continue to advance, it would be a very worthy of study.

For this, he even wanted to catch some magicians to experiment and see if there were any ways to make the fallen magician stronger without any sequelae.

In the eyes of the Inquisition, this is not considered blasphemy, because conflicts will break out between the gods. In the war in the Kingdom of God, the enemy may be the believers of other gods. If we study ways to make the enemy believers fall, these magicians used to test will also be considered as offering sacrifices to the Lord of Glory.

"You can also want that piece of equipment, but I need to do a trial."

Van Gogh crawled on the ground and kowtowed to the teacher. This kind of etiquette is usually against the gods. Only those who are ready to fall will do such a blasphemy.

Van Gogh risked his life to return to the Black Prison Island, which was also for the equipment left by the teacher privately. It was obtained by the older generation of Black Warden elders when they excavated the remains of the First Dynasty. Everyone embezzled a lot of things, but the elders didn't know about this, so Van Gogh dared to ask for it, so this would not implicate the teacher.

The old man in black robe stood up, opened the furnace mouth facing Van Gogh, and said, "Get in."

"Get in?" Van Gogh was startled.

"Well, put on your armor and go in. I will melt the armor and your body with divine light. When you fall, most of the punishment will be borne by this armor. Otherwise... you have accepted so many divine graces and can die directly, even if you are incredible luck."

Van Gogh gritted his teeth and jumped into the furnace. He had no one to trust except the teacher. If the teacher wanted to harm him, he could only accept his fate. Van Gogh felt that he was lucky enough. On the Black Prison Island, there was not even half of the other person who could trust.

If you are killed by the teacher, then you are just like others. If you are saved by the teacher...

Van Gogh thought of the white-haired fallen magician, and he had infinite expectations in his heart. People always hoped to live well. Others were powerless to resist in the face of such things, but Van Gogh would never give up. Since he first accepted the gift of the gods, he planned to betray him, but this day came too suddenly, which made him a little difficult for him to accept.

In the huge metal furnace, the divine light ejected in the furnace. When it encountered the crystal on the furnace wall, it automatically reflected to another angle. Van Gogh sat in the middle and let the divine light penetrate his body. The armor could not stop the divine light from refining.

At the beginning, Van Gogh was able to endure the pain. When the silver armor was completely integrated into his body, the pain reached a peak. Van Gogh wanted to tear the armor out of his body in pain, but found that his body had completely lost control.

He wanted to open his mouth to call the teacher, but the old man in black robe just threw the divine texts into the furnace outside. He did not take out the original equipment in the furnace, but merged into Van Gogh's body together.

Compared with the magician's human alchemy, the magician is obviously much worse than the old man in black robe. Even Yin Persia does not have such ability. After all, Yin Persia is just a level nine magician, and this old man in black robe can use this furnace to borrow the power of the gods.

Van Gogh gave up and pretended that his body was not suitable for himself, but the pain deep in his soul was not tolerated. Countless divine texts in his body were refined, and the gifts of the gods have now become a source of pain.

The old man in black robe patiently refined his students and had to refine all the divine marks in Van Gogh's body and integrate them into the silver armor. Because the silver armor was first integrated into the body, this was not considered a depravity, at most it was a trick. When Van Gogh was truly degenerate, that is to say, when the gods knew the back of the back, most of the punishment would be borne by the armor.

Only his divine refining can do this. The furnace itself is a magical weapon, and it was refined by another god. It was snatched by the Lord of Light and given to believers in the Meers Continent.

The Meers Continent is the center of many planes, and it is the most important one. The Lord of Glory takes advantage of the fall of the gods to secretly spread his faith here, and the capital is not small. If it were the past, it would not be his turn to get involved here.

Both the master and the disciple understood how terrible the punishment of the gods was, so Van Gogh did not doubt too much, and let the teacher help him clean up the divine grace in his body.

So what can be pain? Van Gogh himself was trapped in the furnace and wanted to leave unless his gun of order is still in his hand.

Outside the courtyard, hundreds of black-armored soldiers blocked the door under the leadership of a black-clad priest. The black-clad priest hesitated for a moment, and said to the door: "Master Carlo, has Van Gogh been here?"

"No." The old man in black robe replied, and his hand movements did not stop, but accelerated the speed of refining.

The black-clothed priest looked at a thin crystal slice in his hand without any reaction. It seemed that Master Carlo was not lying. He looked into the yard with some concern. The crystal floating in the sky suddenly burst out with a golden light, which pierced directly into his eyes.

The black-clothed priest roared wildly, and his left eye had already exploded. The black-armored soldier behind him nervously pulled out his weapons and was about to rush into the yard.

The black-clothed priest was shocked and angry. He just took a look and was blinded. He was the judge in the referee, no matter how he said that, he was also the judge in the referee. Did that old man give him no face?

"Carlo, you dare..."|This black-clothed priest had no intention of stopping his subordinates. He did not believe that an old man in the black prison dared to massacre the army of the magistrate. Now the magistrate has garrisoned on the Black Prison Island, preparing for the conquest at sea. If Carlo did not know the general, the warden would not protect the shortcomings.

He said halfway through his words, and the golden light surged in his injured eye socket. With a squeak, the black-clothed priest's head had been broken into a blood mist. Carlo did not come from where he came from. On the Black Prison Island, his yard would never be allowed to enter. Even the warden had to wait outside.

The black-clothed priest died in vain. The black-clad soldier under his command was furious, and the soldiers led by him rushed into the courtyard first. Hundreds of people flocked in.

Carlo sighed and shouted in a low voice: "My God, purify!"

"Stop!" An angry shout came from afar. A warrior wearing heavy armor and holding a long halberd rushed over. Behind him were more than twenty black-clothed priests.

Above the courtyard, soft light burst out from the hanging crystal. The white light was mixed with a trace of gold. This light shone on the black-armored soldiers, and the black-armored soldiers disintegrated one after another, and blood flowed.

Originally, this small courtyard could only accommodate more than one hundred people. For some reason, more than three hundred black-armored soldiers squeezed in and were completely wiped out by a purification technique. The sprayed blood was poured into the earth and absorbed by the plants in the courtyard. The bodies of the black-armored soldiers were also swallowed by a huge cave on the ground.

The seemingly peaceful courtyard hides infinite murderous intent. Carlo is the most powerful divine refiner on the Black Prison Island. How could his residence be without defense?

When the warrior in heavy armor came outside the yard, the soldiers inside were dead and there was no body left. He pushed up his mask irritably and shouted to the yard: "Carlo, you dare to kill the people from the Inquisition!"

"Dare, please get out of here." Carlo's voice was misty, and the warrior's face was twisted.

"Okay, I'll leave, just wait for the referee's punishment!"
Chapter completed!