"Okay, sir, I will follow your arrangements."

"Well, why is Vic in your team?"

Karen knew that Rasma was delaying things on the other side and deliberately looking for some topics to talk about.

Before that, he probably wanted to see himself bruised and swollen, preferably unable to get out of bed for a while, obviously with the purpose of revenge.

But because he moved Vic out, he began to worry that he would retaliate against his students for what happened today.

From this we can at least see that Rasma still cares about his student.

It's just that Vic is indeed very pitiful. He really joined the defeated camp on the eve of victory.

"Sir, I feel that you should know something about me."

"I can read newspapers." Rasma explained, "But what I know about the outside world is limited to reading newspapers. I can't take the initiative to contact the outside world to get the information I want. It's not all because of your grandfather, but

I also need an absolutely quiet environment where I won’t be disturbed.”

After a pause, Rasma continued: "Sometimes, like this..."

Rasma opened his palm, and a black beam of light flew from his palm to Karen, wrapping around Karen's wrist: "Any relationship established is mutual, and this relationship is not limited to what is visible to the naked eye or consciousness.

It can be seen that the acquisition of information is actually the same. What I want to know here can definitely be sensed by interested people outside.

Haha, can you understand what I’m saying?”

"Similar to the perception of faith, but far less than the height of faith?"

Rasma frowned. He originally wanted to use an ambiguous and high-end language to fend off Karen and delay the time. As a result, the kid in front of him could actually understand some of his own words.

This is definitely not something he should be able to comprehend at his level...

At this time, looking at the young man in front of him, Rasma inexplicably began to overlap the image of him and another person when he was young.

This is his grandson.

Rasma has come into contact with other people in the Immelais family. He can sense that although these people are named Immelais, they no longer have the soil for the power of faith. They are ordinary people and can only be ordinary people.

people.

But even if you regard the Immelais family as a pure inquisitor family, then it will be much simpler and easier for the descendants of this surname to enter the faith by relying on their blood, and there will never be such extreme cases.

..

Therefore, this can only mean one thing, that is, Dis sacrificed his family's faith bloodline, but left out only one, which is the one in front of him.

Rasma couldn't help but feel a little headache. Although Dis was asleep, he was not dead after all;

And if the descendant in front of him, who is highly valued by Dis, can really have a talent similar to his grandfather, then in a few years, the Immelais family will be able to create another existence that will cause headaches for the divine religion.

Although it was during the roundup more than half a year ago that Dis formally condensed the fragments of his godhead, according to Rasma's own observation, when Dis was twenty-five to thirty years old, he had actually reached a transcendent level.

Level, this can also be confirmed by the young clones of the three fragments of Dis's godhead.

How old is this young man in front of me? Seventeen?

With these thoughts in mind, Rasma suddenly felt a heartfelt anger!

If it were another divine religion, the emergence of such a genius family bloodline in the church would be a great event that one would like to report to the entire church circle, even if it has always strictly required the high priest to have a clean origin, which would not be enough for the family within the church to achieve power within the church.

The Cult of Kosmos, which has always been wary of its monopoly, is no exception.

If Dis is willing, relying on his ability to condense three fragments of the godhead alone, after entering the Temple of Order, he can immediately surpass the so-called predecessors who have been in the temple for one hundred or two hundred years, directly become the middle level of the temple, and even become the middle-level person in the future.

Possibly impacting the upper floors of the temple;

And if his grandson, this Karen, can really inherit his talent, he will definitely be fully trained by the divine religion, and his treatment will be comparable to those of the inheritors of the "adults".

In the future, if he can follow his grandfather's footsteps, then it is not impossible that the Divine Religion will make an exception for him and let him serve as the high priest for a period of time before entering the Temple of Order!

Bloodline is very important. The bloodline of many families can be traced back to the extremely distant past. There are even bloodlines passed down from the previous era within the sect.

But this thing is not that the older it is, the better, but it will become older and thinner;

Therefore, the older one is not necessarily the best, and it is not impossible in this era to give birth to a powerful bloodline inheritance that can be passed down.

However, the old man with this surname ignored the call of the temple. Even when the three temple elders sent out to invite him to enter the Temple of Order, he showed an extremely straightforward blasphemy against the God of Order.

He said that we are all food for the God of Order. He said that the God of Order is hungry!

What was originally supposed to be a blessing to the Divine Religion has now become one of the most unstable factors within the Divine Religion...

Is there any chance of saving the young man in front of me?

If his grandfather's wrong influence on him could be stripped away and he could be reintroduced to the right path, would the matter be perfectly resolved?

But there is another logical loophole here. If Rathma dares to pass on Karen's identity, Thadis will dare to wake up immediately and detonate two godhead fragments.

However, there may be other methods.

for example……

Rasma's eyes lit up immediately, yes, his eyes really lit up, and Karen standing in front of him could see clearly.

"I'll take this opportunity first to see your specific strength and talent, and then..."

Before he finished speaking, Ogi's figure appeared next to Rasma again. At this time, her clothes were torn and messy, and blazing flames were rising from her body.

"Who are you! Tell me quickly, who are you!"

Auggie let out a loud roar and rushed towards Rasma.

A prism-like barrier appeared around Rasma's body, and Auggie's terrifying collision could not even cause the slightest tremor to the barrier.

Immediately afterwards, Rasma opened her hand, and the ring originally worn on her finger emitted a faint light and turned into a purple thunder ball.

"You think I haven't noticed that you are a giant frost dragon. Previously you just wanted to breathe out dragon breath and melt me ​​with lava. This time, you even covered yourself with flames.

Do you want to deliberately counter your own attributes to activate your power, and then use my blow to you to break the seal in your body set by the whip holder himself, so that you can gain freedom?

Ha, you are not very curious and want to know who I am, you know that I am a member of this sect, so I will not really kill you, you just want to use me as your key to open the shackles."

Rasma's words caused Mr. Ogi, who was still pounding the prism, to pause. The original fierce expression gradually faded away and turned into a kind of embarrassment.

She raised her hands, shook her head, and said innocently:

"What on earth are you talking about? Why can't I understand you at all?"

Karen next to her found it a bit funny. This Lady Auggie was indeed what she said. She really put all her remaining wisdom into key areas.

It's just that her pettiness was applied to the wrong target. Of course, if Rasma hadn't hidden her identity, she wouldn't have dared to do this.

"Don't you understand?" A smile appeared on Rasma's lips.

"Yes, I really don't understand. I think your words are really strange."

"When you are a pet under the Cult of Kosmos, I recognize your identity and can tolerate your nonsense within limits.

But when you no longer intend to maintain your identity and attempt to break away from the Cult of Kosmos to gain so-called freedom, in my eyes, your existence violates the order.

Therefore, according to the Order Regulations, I will punish you now."

Auggie: "..."

Rasma disappeared, and immediately, Auggie's hands were pulled back by an invisible force, and her legs were also pulled back. The flames in front of her were blown away in an instant, but soon

She summoned a solid layer of ice for protection, but as soon as the ice layer was covered, it began to disintegrate.

She was facing the former high priest.

Although in the light of Dis, Rasma is a little dim, and can even be said to be a little pitiful, but that person is Dis after all. Putting aside the existence of Dis, Rasma is a true genius of his era.

And unlike Lord Taichison, Rasma is very good at fighting.

All of Master Auggie's defenses were completely shattered at this moment. Rasma's figure appeared in front of her, and the purple thunder ball in his hand pressed down on her chest.

If you take into account Master Ogi's curvy figure, Rasma's move is a bit fascinating;

But the next moment, as the thunderball entered and the flesh and blood on Auggie's body began to spatter over a large area, the so-called reverie disappeared.

Anyway, as a bystander at this time, Karen was only shocked because Rasma, right in front of him, disemboweled a dragon...

The mighty dragon body could turn out to be so fragile. Auggie's screams were filled with panic and despair.

The gap in absolute strength can really smooth out the differences in race.

"My lord, I was wrong, my lord, I was wrong!"

Auggie began to beg for mercy, but Rasma ignored her and insisted on inserting the thunder ball completely into Auggie's body. Then he took two steps back and clapped his hands indifferently.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Miserable screams kept coming from Auggie's throat, her skin was constantly being exploded, her blood was constantly splattering, and her bones were experiencing cracks again and again;

This was not a one-time injury. As long as the thunder ball was in her body, she would have to endure this torture.

The dragon's physique prevented her from dying immediately, but sometimes, life was worse than death, which was a torment that transcended death.

"I have nothing to do with you for the time being. I'll find you a place to go and relax."

Rasma stretched out his arm and waved downwards. Master Ogi fell down again and fell into a small lake below. The lake began to freeze quickly, and then after the ice surface solidified to a certain extent, it all exploded.

Such changes are happening again and again.
To be continued...