When this gap is opened, everything else becomes simple.
Just like the growth of a plant, it is just a tiny seed in the cracks of rocks at first, but with the nourishment of sunshine, rain and dew, it can eventually take root deeply and bear fruit.
Due to the substantial improvement in his own strength and the fact that the bishop himself was almost exhausted, Anvis spent about half a day to successfully increase the growth rate of the twisted seed.
Then, he dismissed the flesh and blood clones he pulled out to make up the numbers, and no longer frightened the young Bishop of the Holy See.
Just like how he once transformed into the 'Man in the Mirror', the so-called destiny parasitism ritual is also the result of the combination of [flesh and blood clone], [flesh and blood manipulation] and [old majesty].
The real destiny parasitism ritual is extremely complex, with cumbersome steps and rare consumables. Moreover, the specific ritual layout and process are also almost lost.
Taking advantage of the weak spiritual guidance effect mixed in the words, the bishop may not have time to distinguish carefully based on his current mental state.
However, during the process of planting the seeds of distortion, Anvis could clearly feel that the intensity of Yanile's mental resistance was much stronger than that of other objects of distortion he had planted before.
He was not sure whether this was due to Yanile's own eighth-level strength, or because he was born in the Holy See of Holy Glory and had a particularly strong heart due to his faith.
If it were before absorbing the seal, Anvis was really not sure whether the twisted seed would eventually take shape.
But after absorbing that seal, all attributes of the Old Mystic Scriptures were fundamentally upgraded, which was enough to face this level of resistance.
After confirming that the twisted seed was completely mature, Anvis's hood wavered slightly and asked the first question.
"Tell me, what's your name?"
"Yanile...my name is Yanil, and I am offering sacrifices to you, Your Excellency."
A strange kind of enthusiasm flashed in his light golden eyes, and the blond young bishop spoke piously, as if he were facing the god he once devotedly served.
"very good--"
Anvis nodded.
"So, Yanile, tell me, why did you come to this island?"
"For that legendary holy object, I will sacrifice you, sir."
Looking up at Anvis with his pale golden eyes, Yanile spoke without hesitation, revealing his fundamental goal of coming to this island secretly.
"According to the information from the church intelligence agency, there is an unknown evil...secret sect on this island. And in their hands, they hold the real blood of the old gods."
"As for the traces left by these ancient beings from among the stars, since the establishment of the Holy See, the top leaders of the Holy See have been collecting and processing these things to prevent them from flowing into the hands of evil people and harming the mainland."
"And when I came to this island this time, before I left, His Excellency the Archbishop personally handed over the goals of the mission to me."
With a slight nod, Anvis raised his hand and touched the void, and the dark magic shackles binding the young bishop's limbs on the altar suddenly disappeared.
After moving his hands and feet, Yanile weakly stood up from the rock altar, with the vague fanaticism still in his eyes.
Looking at the blond bishop who stood up, Avis's heart moved slightly, ready to test the new ability of the twisted seed.
Previously, when the Old Secret Scripture absorbed the seal that transcended the ninth level, an extremely powerful new ability was added to the spell effect of the Seed of Distortion:
Able to peek into the most impressive scene in the subject's memory without being noticed by the subject.
Putting an hourglass upside down on the ground, Avis gently stroked the cover of the Old Secret Book, slowly focused his thoughts, and tried to sense the position of the twisted seed that had taken shape.
In the mind space, three blurry dark green stars suddenly lit up.
As Avis focused his attention longer, the brightness of the stars began to become clearer and clearer.
The other two stars were far away from him and their outlines were more blurry, while the third star was very close and extremely clear and bright.
Anvis tried to use his spiritual power and touched the star.
A faint ripple of light emanated from the star, and at the same time, his perspective suddenly changed.
The surrounding environment turned into a pale white solemn cathedral, with a pointed arched dome of unimaginable height, and huge flower windows depicting mythological epics on all sides.
He was standing under the huge dome at this time, and the rich golden sunlight diffused in from the magnificent flower windows polished with various magic gems, shrouding him and the people in front of him, making him look extremely sacred.
The person in front of him was a brown-haired middle-aged man wearing a solemn crimson robe, with a solemn face, and his whole body was shrouded in a faint light.
The moment he saw that face, Anvis immediately recognized his identity.
[Holy Judgment] Jorgson, one of the seven archbishops of the Holy See, a ninth-level peak priest.
At this moment, he was speaking to Anvis.
"...Go ahead and try not to attract the attention of outsiders along the way."
After saying that, Jorgson turned around, faced the bright light contained in the cup on the white altar, and closed his eyes slightly.
"Hurry, Yanile, when you bring back the blood of the old gods, your famous general will be among them and will be the first to receive the glory and grace of the gods."
Then, this fragment suddenly blurred and turned into a scene in the streets of the City of Psalms.
A blond girl wearing a dark blue priest robe held his hand and walked slowly on the streets paved with blue rocks, seemingly helping ordinary people.
With a gentle smile on her face, the girl distributed the bread in the magic basket to the surrounding people. He watched this scene peacefully, waving his hands from time to time, emitting a little bit of holy light, covering the people and driving away their diseases.
In front of them, several civilians in shabby clothes looked grateful and kept saluting and thanking the two.
The next moment, the scene changed again, into a pure white and simple quiet room.
In front of him was a golden cup filled with holy light. He stood there alone, with his head slightly bowed and his fingers crossed on his chest, as if he was quietly praying to the gods.
However, judging from the very complicated emotions revealed in his memory, his mood at this time was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.
The trial of a 'heretic' during the day was bothering him.
He is reflecting on what justice is.
In the memory of these scenes, Anvis gradually understood the life of this bishop.
At the same time, he also captured an obscure word in the corners of those scattered and incoherent memories.
——The Saint Plan.
This word only appeared once in the bishop's memory, but the bishop's memory of it was extremely profound.
At other times, in the memory scenes about this plan, the characters appeared to be somewhat secretive about it, and the bishop himself seemed to have little understanding of the specific parts of the plan.
He only vaguely knew that the nature of the plan seemed to be related to the power of faith.