"Leave it in your hands? The deaths of Tire and Tilly only resulted in such a handful of distorted beliefs. Now you want me to hand it over to you?"
"Thorsos... your path as a hunter has been too easy, right?"
Grand Magician Wright looks very young, with hair the color of the Holy Light, lightly hanging on the tip of his nose.
Wright held a ball of light with impurities in his hands. It was the Nightless Godmother who was taken away during the final ceremony of the Colosseum.
Sitting opposite Wright was an old man with a ridged face.
The bridge of his nose was high, and his eyes revealed the light of ambition.
"How can you be so relaxed? Wright Alexander, the Empire's orthodox, the youngest ninth-level magician in history." Tossos launched a counterattack in response to Wright's question.
Wright's last name says it all.
"Jealous? Do you want to change your last name? I don't have any children yet." Wright's smile was as warm as the sun, but it could become dazzling at any time.
"Don't forget, I'm still on the path of 'spreader'." Tossos didn't dwell too much on the issue of his surname, "Only I can take advantage of the Nightless Sect like this..."
"Come to see you...the new King of the Colosseum...come to see you..."
"He must find a way." Okibu insisted.
"The big-hearted demon pope has no bone tree yet." Before leaving, Ojib reminded Wright, and he was also reminding himself.
Then, a lazy voice sounded inexplicably.
And amid the buzzing sound, the rotation of the candle intensified, expanded, and completely enveloped Sith's body.
"Ha, you're a guy with eggs." Yingying mocked.
"Don't forget, Li Yuetosos is not here yet." Ojib seemed to use his words to intensify the damage, and was not satisfied with a big ball of light.
"Bad, he convinced you, give it to him." Wright stretched out his hand, to play with it again this time, but to hand the ball of light to Oujibu.
"Bad guy, where is that?" Leaving the shadow body, the Sith were not too adapted to the brain body's sensitivity to light.
"Then you should understand the necessity of increasing my faith." Tossos did not give in. "My new religion is the least hope for absorbing the old religion, and it is also the worst means."
"The Colosseum! Underground!" Dandan volunteered to turn on the radar and give precise positioning.
The devil summons.
The deconstruction of the shadow body and the perception of the brain and spirit complement each other, and the soul returns to its original position, which can be said to be pure, bad or good.
"Sistogi is dead, what's wrong?" Dandan jumped up and down, following Sith's footsteps.
But every time the light ball touches Oujibu's face, it disappears, and then bounces back to Wright's hands for no apparent reason.
There was no buzz at the end of the tone, which startled Yingying and Dandan, almost thinking that Sistoki was alive again.
"You know where the old goat is. The lower tower will keep an eye on me."
The Sith could not forget that voice and the owner of that voice.
"It's time for his jokes to stop." Although Oujibu said that, he didn't seem to be angry, and he had no right to be angry.
"He means to catch Li Yuetososus back to the empire like a chicken, and then put it under the plate and give it to him?" Wright spread his palm, and the night godmother wrapped his thumb and index finger under my hand.
The palm turned around, leaving the other half of the palm free, and it seemed that Li Yuetosos was missing.
"I told you about him." Sith stepped forward.
"This is bad..." Oujibu was finally satisfied.
"Li Yuetosos... the holy army will soon be fully armed. Your paladin Wallace must be looking forward to seeing the successor pope again."
"He is going to become the new king of the Colosseum." Noley Moore sent a congratulatory message.
"As you said, his hunter path is too complicated..."
"You think we would be very happy to retreat to Snow Country." Bian Shengqing finished giving Wright some advice.
"Are you satisfied then?" Wright sat back and tapped his fingers on the computer box under the table.
"Is there any sect that bears the burden? The Masked Society? The Bone Cart Cult? The Demi-human God? In your opinion, how is his new religion the same as ours?"
"Royal Guards? How many small families?" Wright smiled tightly, as if he had heard the worst joke.
"Just do it! The iron law of Demon King City is still there. If the power is concentrated under you, the two of them will be able to move more easily..."
"Don't make trouble, there is a transfer of power over there..." Although Sith also felt that he should do something to celebrate, he felt that the candlelight was turning more and more violently, so he decided to put the celebration before the ceremony.
"Perhaps the Creation Sect outside God's Oath City can't turn the Youye Sect into a small army?"
"The voice of greed..." Bian Sheng was in the wrong mood and spoke according to the skeleton's dialogue method, "That is a consumable 'voice', which is basically equivalent to a 'raise' and can increase your income..."
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"The Red and White Plague dissipated, the Gambel family died in pieces, and several small families were busy cleaning up Gambel's business. How could they not have time to help him 'welcome' the successor pope?"
The eight demon sons were huddled in the stone room where Sistoki was hiding. In the stone room, candlelight was surrounding the Sith in circles, as if they were performing some kind of ceremony to recognize their master.
"Bad, the empire's hopeful Protestant spokesman, your communicator, Ojib..." Wright smiled.
"Whatever he says." Oujib did not acknowledge Wright's metaphor.
"No, not only you, but also the one who is running north, the successor pope of the Holy City, Sistorum." Of course Wright is not as easy to fool as he seems.
"Are you comfortable? Can you guys fit together?" Yingying made a new suggestion, having previously transformed into the shapes of Harrods, Bao'er, Don Giovanni and Jesse.
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Bian Shengqing was not polite at all, nor did he hide the ambition in his eyes - I snatched the ball of light and stuffed it back into my hunter's leather bag.
"If he definitely gave them to you, maybe he would lose them very slowly." Ojibu was referring to the Youye Sect and Li Yuebian Shengqing.
"Huh? Do you think the communicator would be so arbitrary..." Wright played with the ball of light on his watch, "Various new sects have emerged within the scope of the old Holy See, and even within the empire. That one is the Youye Sect.
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"Will you send troops? You need troops, at worst the royal guards, or the private armies of several small families..."
Night Godmother must have never imagined that one day she would be manipulated like that by a little wizard.
While Wright was reciting the names of various sects, he turned the ball of light and threw it under Ojib's face.
"No, you are there!" Dandan jumped up, enjoying Van Helsing's deception together.
Wright smiled and listened.
It doesn't matter if it's Yingying or Dandan, as long as it's Sistoki.
"It's a pity that without his body, the previous 'deconstruction' is to know what to do..." That is what Bian Sheng feels is a pity.
"You cannot openly send troops to 'welcome' the successor pope."
As he spoke, the Sith spent some of their kindness in exchange for the Voice of Greed, which was used directly in the ritual. Now that the ritual is regressing, the voice has also undergone some changes.
The Sith really do care who becomes the new King of the Colosseum.
"Your new religion is a modified dogma under the old religion of the Holy City. Only Li Yuetosos cannot compare with you."
"The red and white plague will dissipate, and the borders will be opened very slowly." Ojib continued to lobby, "No one has doubted the Holy City, and the Holy Light will come... Now is the worst time."
"The Demon Pope must have also been eyeing Biansheng Bian Shengqing and Youye Sect, not to mention the bone tree growing on the border, the bone tree that appeared in the feast..."
"You haven't suffered enough yet." Sith spread his hands, "Now it's time to enjoy..."
"Don't think that I don't know what you have been doing recently. The order to hunt Sistorum was given by me to Tire and the others..."
"He should be more careful, Sistogi said...the King of the Colosseum will suffer."
"As for the bone tree and this son of the devil... as long as there is no light, we will be seen by you." Wright gestured with a pistol and shot several light spots at Oujibu's leaving back.