Chapter 359 The High Priest of the Skull-Smashing Bandits
Patriarch of the Void - High Priest of the "Skull Crusher Bandits" - Romual Assad was feeling a little melancholy at this time.
Just like the multiverse, it contains all kinds of civilizations and rules.
And the corresponding chaotic void, of course, also has countless creatures invested in it.
Some of it is because the void tolerates everyone who comes:
Driven by hatred, desire and many other aspects, he chose to throw himself into the void.
And some are due to the twisted and powerful power of the void.
Romual Assad does not belong to the above two categories.
Strictly speaking, he can be regarded as the failed way of opening up by "failed to start a business and go home to inherit a million-dollar fortune".
It turned out that Romual Assad was studying in a local magician college.
It belongs to the traditional legal sequence with great future.
But bad luck happened to coincide with the interaction of time and space between the two planes.
The war broke out, and Romual Assad was also recruited into the army by the kingdom.
The traditional mage path is temporarily unavailable, so it’s not a bad idea to take the war mage path.
This was Romual Assad's original plan.
But obviously, the twists and turns of fate are always far beyond the imagination of ordinary things.
During the war, Romual Assad stumbled upon a princess from a hostile civilization.
The mage's cold rational thinking warned Romual Assad to pay attention to the reason why the other party appeared here and the changes around him.
The military value of war magic told Romual Assad what he discovered:
A walking third-class military exploit, or even higher...
Therefore, Romual Assad made his choice:
He gracefully took off his military uniform, and then threw himself into the river of love without hesitation, as if he had been charmed.
If the story ended here, it would be a tortuous but romantic war third-rate love story.
But obviously, everything is always changing...
The fierce love that comes, will eventually burn out the seasonal excitement.
Romual Assad eventually left the princess.
But he couldn't choose to return to his hometown.
At this time, the war between the two civilizations has entered a fever pitch.
So, in order to survive.
With nowhere to go, Romual Assad followed a group of deserters and formed a bandit group at the border of civilization.
In order to make them more intimidating and threatening, they named them "Skull Crusher Bandits".
It was not until later that someone told Romual Assad that the bandits did not actually call themselves bandits...
Because of his mastery of magic and war experience, Romual Assad quickly became the core of the bandit group.
Then, he encountered a crackdown on his hometown civilization...
The bandit group, which did not have so many ambitions, ushered in its demise in a short period of time.
Romual Assad, who was captured as a deserter and a bandit, was arranged to be executed in his hometown city.
Perhaps he died like that at that time, and Romual Assad felt that he might still be able to leave a legendary name in his hometown.
People always like to mythologize or glorify things that are dead or gone forever.
Unfortunately, fate is not like this...
Romual Assad poked his head out from those distant memories and looked at the black-robed men who were still whispering in front of him:
"You still haven't come up with a plan?"
Romual Assad said casually, but the surroundings instantly became silent.
People lowered their heads to show their submission and shame towards the high priest.
But the next moment, the head of a man in black robe suddenly exploded!
The ferocious blood and residue instantly made the surrounding area filthy and ferocious!
No one dared to move, even when the filth splashed on them, they remained silent.
Romual Assad looked at them, but his thoughts returned to the distant past.
He did not die in that execution.
His father, whom he had not seen since he was born, led someone to rescue him.
But looking back now, it's hard to say that this is a redemption...
And in the end, before he could complete the classic drama of patricide.
His fanatical father was lost in the void of chaos forever.
As the only remaining rational blood descendant of the other party, Romual Assad took over the Church of the Void that his father had founded before his death, and turned it into something that completely belonged to him.
Since taking charge of the Void Sect, Romual Assad has seen too many eyes.
He saw what was filled with desire or longing, and he saw what was filled with fear or pleading.
Live or dry, rational or crazy.
People come into contact with the Void Sect passively or actively for various reasons.
Romual Assad did not like these guys.
They don't know what they are longing for, and they also don't know what they are facing.
A bunch of idiots...
There are too few good players, but good players are always full of troubles...
Thinking of this, Romual Assad shook his head helplessly.
He closed one eye and lay down lazily.
Then the face above the neck wakes up:
"The high priest has rested."
He looked at everyone and said.
"Then who can tell me: where is 'he'?"
A man in black robe stood up with his head lowered:
"Deputy Priest, in accordance with your will, we bought an association of prophets."
"The latest news they brought: The other party has just completed a hunt, and a high-level legendary Vasilipp beast was captured."
The head on the neck blinked when he heard the words, seeming to be thinking quickly.
"We are the ones grazing?"
"No, they are in the wild. The other party has not discovered our grazing area yet."
The head on the neck did not speak after hearing this, and the scene was a little depressing for a while.
After a long time, it seemed to make a decision:
"Their plan was successful - now, they are safe."
"But we can't. The Wasilipp beast will not leave the other side's hunting area."
"We need to find a new approach..."
And at this moment, it seemed to have thought of something.
It tried to move forward, but suddenly stopped after pulling its neck.
His eyes that suddenly became cold looked at the many black robes from his neck:
"Has all the targeted knowledge about the Behemoth Wasilipp been instilled?"
Another man in black robe heard this and quickly came out to report:
"It has been completed, but the effect is not satisfactory."
"Chaos has distorted the consciousness of these giant beasts. Even if we spend all our efforts to instill knowledge into them, they will soon be distorted and assimilated."
The head on the neck moved slightly when he heard the words, which was regarded as a kind of recognition.
Then, it started to think.
Soon, a long-standing memory emerged in its consciousness:
"Have you found that place?"
"Not yet... not yet, but there are already clues - the diary left by a group of crazy void travelers mentioned that place..."
"journal?"
The head on the neck fell into deep thought after hearing this.
And at this moment, it suddenly looked at the many black robes and asked:
