The mysterious Miss Punisher pulled down her mask a little and shrugged her nose: "There are too few clues to judge. I can only smell a very faint scent of the Demon General in the air. This guy is not dedicated to believers.
The soul imprint of worship is probably a general who has no place in the bottomless abyss."
The bishop was silent for a while: "Did some reckless demon warlock get away with it and was killed by the demon general who was recruited and taken away in turn?"
"No! Demons and demon believers are all from the Chaos camp. They do things unscrupulously. Wherever they pass, there are remnants of soul flames everywhere. Ordinary people will die when they touch them. How can it be so clean? Even if they just come out for a moment, even
The deep sea will leave the breath of their souls.”
Bishop Nadal asked unwillingly: "Or maybe some crazy high priest of a cult used a spiritual magic circle to attract the demon general and completely swallowed his flesh and blood?"
Miss Punisher really wanted to criticize this bishop who didn't know the dangers of the world and only cared about self-cultivation all day long.
The newly appointed bishop, who is only thirty years old, obviously lacks experience in this kind of matter.
She complained angrily in her heart: That’s why I hate the theoretical school.
Unfortunately, given the identity of the other party, she had to patiently explain:
"First of all, it is unlikely that the lawful evil sinners used the spiritual summoning circle to trap the demon general. The demon general itself is a collection of chaotic forces. Its soul is the most powerful soul toxin. The body is also highly corrosive.
The elemental force of sex, usually the element of fire."
After thinking about it, she added: "In order to purify or absorb the soul of a devil general, you must be at least a genuine devil general. Otherwise, it will not only suffer from indigestion, but also reduce your combat power for a long time.
.During this period, he is most likely to lose control of his power and shift his alignment, thereby turning himself into a demon lacking in mind."
Bishop Nadal thought for a while: "So, the only person who can do this easily is the great elder of the Church of Light, or even a follower of God, or... an evil god?"
This time the Punisher didn't need to refute, he already laughed: "How is this possible! Forget it, let's let those muscular men on the sea have a headache."
For thousands of years, the orthodox church has already formed a complete mechanism. If it sounds good, it means jointly punishing evil, but if it doesn't sound good, it means unanimously excluding foreigners.
Those who are not part of the orthodox church will be under terrible siege.
If something happens to a family's territory, as long as the church's power is not weakened too much and the other families are not turned against each other, according to the "Millennium Covenant", other churches must provide financial and material compensation.
Who kills a demon general and doesn't take credit for it?
That wasn't done by our own church, so it couldn't have been done by the evil god, right?
An evil god helps an orthodox church here to solve problems. It doesn't count as he wipes his mouth afterward. He doesn't leave a mark in space or find a way to expand his evil beliefs.
Could it be that evil gods do good deeds without leaving their names behind?
puff!
It feels ridiculous just thinking about it.
This is the weirdest part of this incident.
From top to bottom, no one in Nadal's mixed force can figure this out.
However, it is precisely because they know that the sea is basically the territory of the Church of Storms and the cunning old men of the Church of Light and Night that they sent Nadal, a young man, to lead the team.
I originally planned to let him be the doormat.
They didn't know that it was they themselves who had eliminated the correct answer...
This time, even though the Church of Storms violently dispersed the melon-eating crowd, they were actually very nervous.
The Church of the Storm Church of the St. Wright Empire is located on a seaside cliff on the outskirts of the capital.
No matter it's a sunny day outside or a stormy night, as soon as you enter the three kilometers surrounding the club, you step into a large-scale, constantly spinning tornado.
Strong winds and heavy rains pound the outer walls of the church day and night, so the cathedral, which covers an area of more than 10,000 square meters, must light oil lamps and candles all year round.
The Church of Storms refuses to use electrical appliances because any electrical appliance in this era will be destroyed and malfunction due to the rapid and violent lightning strikes that fall from time to time in the church.
No lightning rod will work.
Cardinal Barton, who was as burly as a bear, was guarded by two giant men and pushed open a secret door in the inner area of the church.
Gently raise your hand, and the electric light on your fingertips is the best key, causing the stone door in front of you to automatically separate to both sides.
What was displayed in front of him was a pool with a lightning symbol.
Electric sparks jumped out from time to time in the pool.
An old man in black robes with his eyes sewn shut sat on his knees in the pool, with only the upper part of his waist above the water. He said solemnly to Barton: "Three questions! Depending on the seriousness of your questions, I will decide whether I have the life to answer them.
All questions."
Don’t look directly at God!
Don’t spy on God!
If today's incident in San Casaao City involves a true god, and Barton's question is inappropriate, then the master divination master who uses the question to peer into the fate may be forced to bear the backlash of the reverse flow of fate and die suddenly on the spot.
If today's incident wasn't too weird, Barton would never want to deal with it in such a super-standard way.
Cardinal Barton pondered for a moment and then spoke: "Will the demon general who died near San Casaao today affect the Church of Storms' control of the sea?"
The blind old man took out a small piece of meteorite fragment from his arms and threw it into the pool seemingly casually.
The fragments containing a touch of storm power drew a dazzling arc and finally fell to the water.
The strange thing is that the apparently heavy metal meteorite hit the water surface, as if falling on a hard floor tile, making a "clang" sound of metal collision, but it did not sink to the surface of the pool, nor did it stir up even a single drop.
A slight wave.
The old man must have breathed a sigh of relief: "This incident has nothing to do with the Church of Storms."
Barton bowed to the old man: "Thank you, master."
"No thanks, I wouldn't mind doing more of this kind of divination."
"Master is humble."
Barton turned around and left. As soon as he left, he ordered: "Seal all investigation files on this incident."
"yes!"
At this moment, the sea hundreds of miles away was calm and calm.
Mark looked at the direction of San Casaao City, a little lost in thought: "I wonder if I can escape this time?"
"It should be fine." Helena sighed.
"Why do you say that?"
"If our soul breath is locked by the Church of Storms, with the way they act, there will be dark clouds over our heads, lightning and thunder."
Mark curled his lips and said, "Thank you for your hard work before going to St. Wright City."
"It's okay, I'm in good spirits." Helena showed a bright smile.
Mark was a little worried.
Helena is the only person he can use.
Sailing a boat is something that cannot be done alone.
People get tired and need to eat and sleep.
As long as Helena sails the ship, she will catch a Kuhaha and use her to her death.
He could learn to sail a boat, but sailing requires more experience, and it is not possible to sail a boat well just by looking at the instruments.
After finally getting a small mobile base, Mark really didn't want the ship to sink or hit a rock or something.
Staying in the cockpit couldn't help much, so Mark simply went to the bilge to study his trophies.
Five minutes later, looking at the pieces of fresh meat wrapped in mysterious bubbles, Mark had only one feeling - it was exaggeration.
A miscellaneous demon general is also a demon general!
If you eat this thing, according to the book, there is a high chance that your soul will be contaminated on the spot, your body will collapse, and you will turn into a monster like Galion.
The essence of the soul is a highly concentrated spiritual energy body with self-will.
When a demon general's head is snapped off, the core of his soul is gone.
"I didn't expect that Basatan was actually a master of the spirit world."
Mr. Bei's Quotes - You can eat it if you remove the head.
Basatan not only removed the demon general's head, but also sucked out the spiritual essence of the demon general that was most imprinted with his own soul, just like drinking milk tea.
In the eyes of mortals, impurities in the soul that are extremely poisonous are similar to cumin and other spices on barbecue in front of the real evil god.
This time it was actually cheaper for Mark.
"Unfortunately, the efficiency of the light purification array is too low."
In fact, it is not that the efficiency of the magic circle is low, but that there is a lack of a strong person of the light system to preside over the magic circle.
If a cardinal were to promote the magic circle, a large piece of it could be melted in a cup of tea. But if no one is in charge, the magic circle can only rely on the magic circle to absorb the power of the sun and slowly dissolve the target.
Mark closed his eyes and could clearly feel that on this ocean, the twelve moons were dim. The power of the sun was warmly distributed on the gently rippling sea surface.
This array is a vortex with a diameter of ten meters, absorbing the residual heat of the sun on the sea.
It seems that the magic circle is very big, but compared to the vastness of the sea, it is very small.
The original owner tried to use the magic circle as secretly as possible, which became a shackle that restricted the speed of decomposition.
Mark was a little helpless, but he knew he should be content.
After some calculation, it takes about a whole day to melt away a piece of ectoplasmic flesh and blood about the size of a finger.
Even so, such high-purity spiritual essence is not something Mark can absorb easily.
