Chapter two hundred and sixty-eight Druids advancing with the times
Johnny Blaze has been having a headache recently. He feels that every time the thunder outside the window sounds, the sound waves from far to near will break into his brain, and the thunder will go back and forth between the fragile blood vessels of his brain.
The impact made an echo. Every impact of sound waves made him feel like someone was beating his ear drum from the inside out with a big hammer, causing his forehead to secrete cold sweat. That was the sound of a heartbeat. He remembered, that
It's the sound of his heartbeat.
It's a good thing to have a heartbeat. At least he still has a heart now, instead of an empty flame between the front and back ribs. He feels that the ghost thing in his body is getting more and more crazy. Moru said that he can help him get rid of this thing, so
He believed it, regardless of the cynicism of the young magician, just because he wanted to see his girlfriend again. He originally thought he was getting rid of the devil in his body, but later he learned that Moru just buried the thing
A little deeper - now that damn thing was throwing its head back and screaming in the pit, making him almost unable to sleep.
But fortunately, that ghost thing can't crawl out yet, and can't replace him again at night. But even so, he still ran away from Carter Shrey, because this problem even caused him to know the old ghost knight Carter.
Sorey couldn't solve it either. According to the young magician, the thing in his body was not the same thing that Carter Sorey once had. He had to work harder than Carter Sorey to control that thing.
Control! Damn control! He only felt that before long, his blood would boil in his veins and explode, and he would once again taste the pain of fire burning his body from the inside out, his internal organs, and his muscles.
, his skin and everything about him will be burned away in the fire, leaving only a set of bones filled with flames and the soul of the devil.
Johnny Blaze still can't forget the pain. Even on the first night after successfully suppressing the devil, he still needed alcohol to help him sleep, otherwise the pain would crash into his dream at midnight.
It is for this reason that he was arrested for drunk driving in the United States - not to mention now, the devil is using its voice to remind Johnny not to forget this pain, because sooner or later, this pain will happen again
Arrive.
He needs more wine, the kind that is strong enough to make him lose consciousness! Because only by completely losing consciousness can he exclude the endless roar that echoes in his soul from his mind. Johnny sat up from the bed,
Fumbling under the bed for the bottle. What is it? Scotch distilled whiskey! Enough to power a sports car!
"You're about to finish my drink." Father Morrue is an excellent roommate because he always brings a lot of wine. After Johnny Blaze left the old knight, he and Moru came to the door.
Father Lu left the United States together. According to the priest himself, the church has sent new members of the Inquisition to replace the brothers who died. Since he is the only survivor, his position has been improved a lot, and he even receives a monthly allowance.
It's more than half as much.
Now, even if Moru and Johnny drink every day, he can afford it - Johnny doesn't have much money on him, and her girlfriend tried to send money to Father Moru after learning about his condition, but
But he was rejected by Johnny. His pride did not allow it, and the reason why he stayed at Father Moru's place was because there was a way to make money.
"This is the price your church pays for hiring me." Johnny waved his hand impatiently, trying to take back the Scotch distilled whiskey that Father Moru took away. "Speaking of which, I didn't know there was such a job in the world before.
.You only need to pray every day and receive communion on the weekends and you can get a sum of money. This may be the best job in the world, right?”
"Your prayers are ungrateful, Johnny." Moru said earnestly and sat beside Johnny's bed. He had no intention of returning the prayer to Johnny, because he still had something to say, and he wanted Johnny to stay awake.
At least that's the case for now. "I know you're disappointed, but prayer can really alleviate your symptoms," he said.
"But this can't be completely solved, can it?" Johnny felt the flames spreading from the cracks in the bones, and he felt that his skin was smoking. But when he looked down in horror, he found that it was just
Hallucinations. The worst hallucinations, the ones he feared the most. Johnny swallowed, trying to make sure he wasn't burning.
"I remember what Salomon said." The sudden fear interrupted his irritability, and Johnny became depressed. "He said this is my destiny, and I will never be able to get rid of the vengeful spirit."
"I've given him the news," Moru said, "and I've left the bargaining chip. You don't know how surprised the church was when it found out that that little bastard was the Son, and I happened to have that dream. Pope
(Papa) believes that this dream indicates the great achievements of the Son. The Son is destined to kill a three-headed dragon, and the church will canonize him, just like the canonization of St. George - not the canonization of the Roman Church.
That's not worth anything - at the same time, I also got a chance for you."
Moru tidied up his words and said with a wink, "You must not tell anyone else about this. The spirit of vengeance belongs to hell. If by then you still cannot suppress the spirit of vengeance and are willing to do anything to find peace...
…I think you can go to hell to resolve this matter. Don’t tell the people in the church that they just want to drive the vengeful spirit in you to hunt down dark magic creatures, otherwise why do you think they would hire you.”
"I'm not surprised that the church has this purpose, and I'm not stupid. But your method is to make me face the devil?" Johnny's eyes widened.
"Of course." Moru was a little proud, "The magician still has some things he didn't tell you, but his character made him unable to tolerate our mistakes, so he told me something we didn't know before - he
I didn’t tell you what the nature of the vengeful spirit in your body is, how powerful it is, and what Mephisto did to this vengeful spirit. If you are willing to listen, then I will tell you slowly...
…”
"Then let's open this bottle of wine first."
The tea cup in Balthazar's hand was already empty. He secretly poured the whiskey from his stainless steel flask into it and continued to pretend to taste the tea. He felt that if he didn't drink a little wine, he wouldn't be able to
Ignore the deafening sound of metal clashing in the room.
Every time the Supreme Mage used Mjolnir to strike Gangnir, a large amount of dazzling sparks would erupt from the Ark of the Covenant. The noise of the collision between artifacts almost knocked Balthazar over. But it was also
It's not that there are some interesting things. Balthazar thought about the puzzled expression on Thor's face when he stretched out his hand to summon the hammer. He thought that scene was extremely interesting. He should remember not to throw the hammer around.
It's a pity that he can't see that scene now, so he can only continue to endure the noise.
"My King." Taking advantage of the Supreme Mage's break, Balthazar made timely advice. He unconsciously raised his voice, "Perhaps you should give your disciple more trust. He might be able to survive intact.
He's back. His stigmata is not just for making up numbers."
"I just don't want him to use the stigmata too much to open the Ark." The Venerable glanced at Balthazar, who was putting the tea cup to his mouth, "I know you are drinking, stop pretending. Tell me.
, isn’t it normal to have more plans for your disciples? Don’t you do the same for your disciples?”
"I asked Dave to major in environmental science. After all, druids also need to keep pace with the times. Stonehenge and the like are too old-fashioned, and there are no other druids to communicate with now (Druid Association)
." After being discovered, Balthazar generously picked up the small stainless steel bottle and took a sip. He poked his ear hole with his finger, "But I never worried about Dave. He can handle himself.
question."
"Then do you think Dave is qualified to serve as Salomon's advisor?" His Holiness asked, "When Salomon inherits the title, will Dave be able to become as knowledgeable a wise man as Merlin?"
"Um... no."
"Then you need to speed up your education. Salomon has received a much more arduous education since he was a child. He doesn't need a consultant who is not smart enough."
"Are you too strict with Salomon?" Balthazar couldn't help but ask, "Those responsibilities naturally do not belong to him."
The Supreme Mage sneered twice, "His natural responsibility is to be crucified on the cross. The future I have arranged for him is much better. Even if this road is difficult, he can at least live and have his own brain.
Stop talking nonsense, Balthazar, and quickly think of a way to open this thing, my patience is about to run out."