Chapter 226
2021-04-12
Chapter 226 The Saint Project
When this gap is opened, the rest becomes simple.
Like a plant growing, it was just a tiny seed in the cracks of the stone at first, but with the moisturizing of the sun and rain, it can finally take root in it tenaciously and bear fruit.
Because of the substantial improvement of his own strength, and the state of bishop himself who is almost exhausted. It took Anves about half a day to successfully complete the growth of the Twisted Seed.
Then, he disbanded the flesh and blood Avatar that he had pulled out to make up the numbers, and no longer frightened the young Holy Splendor bishop.
As he once incarnated as a ‘man in the mirror’, the so-called fate parasitic ceremony is also the effect of the combination of [Flesh Avatar], [Flesh Manipulation] and [Old Majesty].
The real parasitic ceremony of destiny is extremely complicated, the steps are cumbersome, the consumables are scarce, and the specific arrangement and process of the ceremony are also almost lost.
Using the weak spiritual guidance effect mixed in the discourse, I am afraid that Bishop’s current mental state will not have time to distinguish carefully.
However, in the process of planting the Twisted Seed, Anves could clearly feel that the intensity of Yanil’s mental resistance was much stronger than that of other Twisted Seed objects he had planted before.
He wasn’t sure whether it was because of Yanil’s own Eighth Rank strength, or because he was born in Holy Splendor, and because of his beliefs, he had a particularly firm relationship in his heart.
Anves wasn’t quite sure if the Twisted Seed would eventually take shape before absorbing that seal.
But after absorbing that seal, the Old Days Secret Scripture, which all attributes were fundamentally upgraded, was enough to face this level of resistance.
Confirming that the Twisted Seed was fully mature, Anves’s hood wiggled slightly before asking the first question.
“Tell me, what’s your name?”
“Yanil…my name is Yanil, priest.”
Light Gold A strange frenzy flashed in his eyes, and the blond-haired young bishop spoke with a pious expression, as if he was facing the gods he had dedicated himself to serving.
“Fine—”
Anves nods.
“Then, Yanil, tell me, why did you come to this island?”
“For that legendary sacred relic, sacrifice your lord.”
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The pale-gold’s eyes looked up at Anves, Yanil’s mouth without the slightest hesitation revealed the fundamental goal of his secret visit to this island.
“According to the information from the church intelligence agency, there is an unknown evil… secret sect on this island. In their hands, they hold the real blood of the old gods.”
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“As for the traces left by these ancient beings from among the stars, since the founding of Holy Splendor, the top of the Holy See has been collecting and processing these things, preventing them from flowing into the hands of evil and harming the continent.”
“And I came to this island this time, and before leaving, Lord Archbishop personally explained the mission to me.”
slightly deputed, Anves casually He raised his hand and wiped the void, and the dark magic shackles that bound the young bishop’s limbs on the altar suddenly disappeared.
After moving his hands and feet, Yanil got up weakly from the rock altar, still with that vague enthusiasm in his eyes.
Watching the blond bishop standing up, Anves moved slightly, ready to test the Twisted Seed’s new abilities.
Previously, when the Old Days Secret Scripture absorbed the seal that surpassed the ninth rank, a very powerful new ability was added to the spell effect of the Twisted Seed:
It can peep the most impressive scenes in the memory of the subject without being noticed by the subject.
Putting an hourglass upside down on the ground, Anves stroked the cover of the Old Days Secret Scripture, slowly concentrating his thoughts, trying to perceive the orientation of the distorted seed that had already formed.
In the mind space, three vague dark green stars suddenly lit up.
As Anves’s attention spans increased, the brightness of the stars began to become clearer.
The other two stars are far from him, and their outlines are more blurred, while the third star is very close, and is very clear and bright.
Anves tried to reach out for spirit strength and touched the star.
A faint ripple of rays of light emanated from the star, and at the same time, his perspective suddenly changed.
The surroundings become a majestic pale-white Great Saint Chapel, with an unimaginably high pointed vaulted dome, surrounded by huge stained windows depicting mythical epics.
He was standing under the huge dome at this time, and the rich golden sunlight filled in from the magnificent flower windows polished by various magic gems, shrouding him and the people in front of him. It looks very sacred.
The person in front of him was a middle-aged man with brown hair and a solemn face in a solemn crimson robe, and his body was shrouded in a faint light.
Anves recognized his identity the moment he saw the face.
【Holy Inquiry】Jorgeson, one of the seven Archbishops of Holy Splendor, ninth rank Peak priest.
He’s talking to Anves right now.
“…Go ahead, try not to attract the attention of outsiders along the way.”
After speaking, Jorgeson turned around and faced the white altar, where the costumes Bright light in a cup, slightly closed eye.
“Come on, Anil, when you bring back the blood of the old gods, your name will be among them, and you will receive the glory and grace of the gods first.”
Then, This segment suddenly blurred, and turned to a scene in the streets of the city of chant of become Saint.
A golden haired girl wearing a deep blue priest robe held his hand and walked slowly on the azure rock-paved street, seemingly helping ordinary people.
With a gentle smile, the girl handed out 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 holy light, covering the people and expelling their diseases.
In front of them, several civilians in shabby clothes continued to salute the two of them with expressions of gratitude.
The next moment, the picture changed again, replaced by a pure white simple quiet room.
In front of him was a golden cup full of holy light. He stood there alone, bowed his head slightly, crossed his fingers on his chest, and seemed to be praying quietly to the gods.
However, judging from some very complicated emotions in his memory, his mood at this time was not as calm as it seemed on the surface.
The trial of a ‘heretic’ during the day is haunting him.
He is reflecting on what justice is.
In this memory, Anves gradually learned about the bishop’s life.
At the same time, he also captured a vague word in those scattered and incoherent memory corners.
– The Sage Project.
This word appears only once in bishop’s memory, but bishop’s memory of it is very deep.
At other times, the characters appearing in the memory scene about the plan are somewhat secretive, and bishop himself seems to have little knowledge of the specific parts of the plan.
He only vaguely knew that the nature of the plan seemed to be related to Power of Faith.
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