Chapter 787

At dawn three days later, the core members of the expedition sat on the ground, surrounded by a fire basin, listening to Victor's story.

"... the devil promised to satisfy the fisherman's curiosity, and the fisherman said: your body is so huge, and the bottle is so small that it can't even fit your finger. I don't believe you have lived in this small bottle for 10000 years anyway... The devil was very angry after hearing this, and roared to the fisherman: you humble mortal dare to question me?!"

"The fisherman shook his head and said," anyway, you're going to kill me soon. You can't scare me. Unless you enter this small bottle in front of me, I will believe that you have really lived in the bottle for 10000 years. "

"The devil laughed and said: what's the difficulty? Then he changed into a thick smoke, got into the small bottle, and proudly said: stupid and humble fisherman, do you see that I live in the bottle like this."

"The fisherman rushed over and blocked the bottle with a cover engraved with runes. The devil in the bottle panicked and shouted to the fisherman to let it out..."

Bertina was sitting beside Victor, wrapped in a thick bear skin cloak, listening with interest. Victor paused. She raised her red round faced egg and asked in a childish voice, "then? Then?"

Victor smiled, petted the little girl's head and continued: "The devil vowed not to hurt the fisherman and promised him countless treasures, the power of the king, powerful power and long life... The fisherman laughed and said: I don't want any of these things you promised. You can live in the bottle safely... He threw the bottle containing the devil back to the sea with all his strength... The story is over here, bell, after listening to this What did you get from the story? "

Bertina blinked her big pure eyes, stunned for a while, and said happily, "I know that the devil is a fool and has been cheated by the fisherman."

"... the fisherman is a fool. If I met the devil, I would catch it and ask for the whereabouts of the treasure. If it dared not tell me, I would bake it slowly with dragon breath." Said Lyra, with red hair and red eyes.

Her statement was unanimously agreed by other dragon maids. Four Asian Dragon females chattered about how to concoct demons in order to seize countless treasures.

Even if this is a fictional story, it does not prevent them from fantasizing about the fun of collecting treasure. After all, they are only more than a year old, but they are more naive than bertina and Caligula.

Todd, who is farthest away from Victor, also commented: "the gap between the fisherman and the devil is too big. He has no ability to ensure that the devil will keep his promise. Throwing the bottle containing the devil back to the sea is the wisest choice. I think the fisherman is a smart man... At least, he knows how to restrain greed and know himself."

The fisherman and the devil is a well-known fable in the earth world. To say its meaning, every reader will have his own view, and even the same person has different interpretations of the fable at different ages.

Victor told this story mainly to imosen and, of course, Reverend Dane.

"The focus of this story is courage and reveals a fact." Victor looked around the crowd. His eyes finally fell on imosen and said: "The soul of the intelligent species is sacred and inviolable. You should have a deep understanding of this. Your witchcraft can infect the soul of animals, but it can't be replaced by the intelligent species... Although the devil's power is powerful, it can't interpret the fisherman's ideas, so it was deceived by the fisherman and put back into the bottle. If the fisherman is very afraid of the devil, how can he see the stupid essence of the devil? Fishing Although the power of the husband is weak, his soul and the devil's soul are equal. Both sides have self-awareness, and neither can be omniscient. Therefore, the devil with self-awareness is not a true God. They can't interpret your memory and thoughts, and you can deceive them, but you take the initiative to let go of your memory and thoughts to the devil, which is tantamount to jumping out of the dark abyss. "

"Emerson, are you ready?"

With Victor's question, everyone's eyes focused on imosen. Nelson also took his shoulder and encouraged him: "Hey, man, be brave, you can do it."

Emerson grinned and pulled out a reluctant smile. His character and ideas are not so easy to change. He still has some communication barriers. He is cautious in normal conversation with ordinary people and is always worried about showing his feet. He will fight with a "devil" and is normal only when he is afraid. But he is still a great father.

"Emerson is the bravest!"

Bertina stood up and said loudly. She seemed to be aware of something. She ran to her father, hugged his neck, rubbed imosen's cheek with her fleshy face, and asked coquettishly, "Dad, are you going to deal with the devil? Do you have a bottle of the devil?"

There is one person in the world who always believes that imosen is omnipotent, that is, bertina. Imosen is willing to do anything for bertina, even if he colludes with the devil.

The smile on the wizard's face became natural and sincere. He replied, "baby, master Randall has a bottle to catch the devil. I'll put the devil in it."

Little bel said seriously, "Dad, you should throw the devil away like a brave fisherman. We don't want its treasure, okay?"

Emerson looked softly at his baby daughter, smiled, nodded, stood up with her, and said to victor, "master, I'm ready."

Victor gave the wizard a deep look and nodded, "go, father Dane is waiting for you in the church."

According to Dane's request, the expeditionary army built a chapel in one day. The wooden house church was so simple that it didn't even have a roof. It was equipped with benches, podiums and holy light prayer platforms. Dane meditated alone in the chapel all day and night. Now it's time for him to perform his magic for imosen.

Imosen took a deep breath and walked to the wooden house church not far away. At this time, Victor looked up at the dark clouds, and his dark golden eyes lit up an indigo halo. The distant sky rolled up a storm, like a pair of giant hands tearing open the dark clouds, let a bright dawn flow down and fall on the roofless chapel, shining on Dane in the priest's robe.

The morning light, like the spear thrown by the sun god, pierced the gray forest shrouded in cold fog, looking particularly magnificent and dazzling. This miraculous sight made everyone stand up, stunned and fascinated.

Victor tried his best to call on the wind element to tear open the dark clouds ten thousand meters high and lead down a ray of sunshine. But his strength could not last, and the thick clouds would soon cover the sun again, which was enough time for Dane to perform a complete set of strengthening spells.

The extraordinary power of the clergy is too easy. As long as they devoutly believe in the Lord of glory and resonate with the holy light, they can perform the most elementary divinity. Because of this, the clergy want to improve the level of life and freely master the holy power, but it is particularly dangerous. The church continues to improve its theological theory in the hope that the clergy can recognize the relationship between themselves and holy power, and change from the servant of holy light to the master of holy power.

However, this is not easy to talk about?

The clergy of the glorious church have a huge base, and few clergy really reach the golden order. If Dane could recognize the essence of the Lord of glory as the core of holy power and find a balance between faith and self, Victor wouldn't have to spend so much effort to disperse a small dark cloud.

Although Victor can't use his magic, he has insight into the mystery of the light of the heart, leads a sunlight to set off Dane's spiritual will, and makes him feel the care of the shining Lord. Even the illusion can make him firm his faith and avoid the idea of denying himself, so as to avoid being assimilated by the holy power.

In addition to the special effect of poltanos secret law to protect the soul, Victor felt that Dane would not die from faith reconstruction, but at most was to reduce the order. As long as he can pass this mental test, there will be no obstacles to readjusting his beliefs in the future.

Most importantly, the expeditionary army had only one priest, Dane, and his magic could restrain undead creatures. Of course victor will do everything he can to save Dane's life. Even if Dane is reduced to a first-class priest, he can use the powerful magic in the sacred crystal. That's enough.

The real strong always turn the chaotic future into their desired reality. Anger wind sword Saint does his best to create a miracle landscape no less than divine art with extraordinary wisdom and strength.

Imosen didn't know what his master did. As victor expected, the emergence of sunshine made him and Dane focus on the only spirit. The casting effect and receiving effect exceeded their respective limits and reached the real golden field.

Wearing a golden morning light and a quiet and tenacious expression, Dane blessed imosen with a whole set of magic skills. When the dark clouds cut off the sun again, his spell had been completed, his breath declined rapidly, but his eyes were very bright.

After the wizard imosen knelt down to the holy crystal and got up to leave the chapel, Victor quietly came to Dane, looked up and down at each other with dark golden eyes, smiled and asked, "how do you feel?"

After a long breath, Dane said with both loss and happiness: "I... Lost level 5 magic and returned to the level of level 4 priest, but I helped imosen communicate with the devil without being swallowed up by the holy light..."

He raised his right hand. The end of his index finger burst into white gold. He frowned and said, "I've become weaker, but it seems to be stronger. It's strange?"

"You were originally a level 4 priest. Pope Clement won you a promotion. It may not be a good thing for the Privy Council to forcibly promote you to level 5." Victor patted Dane on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "maybe you will see part of the truth of the world in the next trip, and your mind will inevitably be impacted. It's lucky that you have dropped your magic level now."

Dane raised his head and asked in surprise, "Your Highness, the so-called world truth means..."

Ancient alchemists mastered the God making plan of higher goblins, and Victor is now basically convinced that the Lord of glory is the extraordinary creation of the alchemical empire. The alchemist Council and the mage association did not create a God by letting the "God" ride on their own head, but took the "God" as a tool.

This conclusion will collapse the belief of most mediocre clergy. The higher the level of divination, the faster people die. Of course, the end of the shining church is impossible, because most low-level clergy only believe what they believe. Who dares to say that the Lord of glory is a tool? The priests can kill him, but they also spit on him. Only the clergy who have seen and experienced with their own eyes need to face the severe test of faith collapse and reconstruction.

Father Miller chose Dane to participate in Victor's expedition, and Dane had to accept this test of life and death. Angry wind sword St. Randall also has to make great efforts to help Dane grow.

Does this count as old Miller's plot?

Our Lord is not our Lord, the Lord is not our Lord... Victor is really hard to say whether the Lord of glory has self-consciousness, but in this struggle beyond time and space, the power of the Lord of glory has entered through pastor Dane.

Victor was a little silent and nodded: "Dane, congratulations on becoming a senior silver priest. The golden order is not far from you... The rest is up to imosen."

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After leaving the chapel, imosen went straight to the largest wooden house in the center of the camp, which was the command room of Randall expedition army and the residence of his highness Randall. Now his highness Randall vacated the wooden house as imosen's experimental site.

Approaching the cabin, before imosen raised his hand, the red pine door with thick bark was opened from inside. Two beautiful ladies with swords welcomed imosen into the house. One of them said, "Sir, do you have anything else we need to prepare?"

These two ladies with swords are the favorite girls and personal guards given by the count to imosen, taking care of his daily life and protecting his safety. Imosen usually dotes on them, and their relationship is of course close. The maid holding the sword is now strict and courteous to imosen, without the kindness and charm of the past.

Imosen was not surprised. He was immersed in the powerful power he had never had, and the five senses became extremely sharp. The whole person seemed to be pulled out of the real world, and everything around him was fine in his eyes. Even through pet Ji's eyes, he saw his dark red eyes shining with white gold brilliance, and the whole person had a frightening indifference and dignity.

Yimosen had a strange idea in his heart. He wanted to take advantage of his bravery, spiritual fire, holy light mark and holy shelter to compare his martial arts with two favorite girls. He felt that now he could defeat both of them with one hand. In the past, the maid with a sword accompanied him to practice martial arts. He couldn't beat them with one hand.

This absurd idea was immediately expelled from the wizard's mind. His eyes turned to the large wooden table in the middle of the hall. There was a black blood snake headed eagle with its wings and claws cut off. The tough Silver Spider Silk tied its trunk and beak so that it could not move.

Looking at the pale flame flashing in the eye socket of the black blood monster bird, imosen's mouth aroused a cold smile and said faintly: "Oh, weak monster... I don't need you to prepare anything. Step back. I'll invade its soul and dig its secret right away."

"Just a moment, sir." A maid with a sword took out a thick stack of parchment, held it to imosen with both hands, and said, "this is the secret letter written by the master. The Master explained that you must read these secret letters before you can proceed to the next step."

Imosen took the parchment and quickly read all the secret letters with his current mental strength. The secret letter is about how to deal with the devil's interrogation and take all kinds of fraud.

Imosen carefully combed the contents of it. With his current intelligence, he didn't find any loopholes. He nodded in admiration and said, "the master is intelligent and like a God. I remember it."

He still can't understand that thought communication is also a form of expression of the light of the soul. Accepting the content written by Victor is equivalent to inheriting his attitude and method towards the devil, which not only weakens imosen's fear of the ancient gods, but actually Victor fights with the ancient gods through him.

The sword maid took the letter, bowed her head and stepped back. Imosen took a deep breath and went to the big wooden table in the middle of the hall to open the talent of communication. The light of the soul invaded the soul of the black blood strange bird.

This process is surprisingly smooth, because the will side structure of animals is much simpler than that of intelligent species, which can not resist the erosion of imosen's soul. The soul of the black blood strange bird has long been modified by the unknown existence. The will side is simpler and more fragile than the ordinary beast. Imosen's spiritual will easily penetrates into the soul of the undead.

Then he saw a pale soul fire, not the most common red soul fire. Under normal circumstances, imosen should then observe and change the life form of the black blood strange bird by infecting the soul.

Imosen did. But he immediately found that the soul fire of the black blood strange bird was infected by himself and turned into a flame like red, and the black blood of the strange bird began to corrode its body from the inside. At most 12 quarters of an hour, the undead will usher in real death.

The wizard succeeded in taking control of the black blood strange bird, but he could only control it for six hours.

There was not much time to waste. Imosen did not hesitate to use wisdom to guide witchcraft. Fiery runes emerged from the empty air, forming mysterious graphics around the wizard's face. The dark red in the black blood strange bird's eyes suddenly became bright, like a burning flame.

Shadow chancellor's puppet technique can control a corpse, but it uses his own spiritual power instead of soul fire to create a dead soul under his control. Imosen's wisdom guidance witchcraft is different from puppet magic. Wisdom guidance attaches his mind and will to the soul of the target, shares senses and carries out barrier free command communication, including reading the memory of the target.

In fact, wisdom guidance is aimed at the manipulation of the will side, and the will side of the dead puppet has long dissipated.

Imosen doesn't need to give instructions to the black blood strange bird now. He reads the memory fragments of his new pet and enters the life memory of the black blood strange bird from the perspective of a third person.

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Deep in the towering mountains, a snake tail vulture and his companions squat in the nest on the cliff, patiently waiting for the warm air flow generated by the rising sun. With the help of the rising air flow, they can glide effortlessly in the sky and search for delicious animal carcasses.

The shadow fell from the sky. A huge "bat" appeared in the line of sight of the snake tail vulture. Its body was more than ten meters long. In the empty eye socket were two burning pale flames. The expanded flesh wings covered the sun and cast a large shadow on the cliff.

Imosen could feel the sadness in the heart of the serpentine vulture.

Can a scavenging Raptor understand sadness?

This is obviously the extraordinary influence of the big "bat". Imosen watched the big bat eat three immobile serpentine vultures, grabbed the remaining five, took them to the clouds and flew to a lower mountain. Through the eyes of the serpentine vulture, imosen clearly saw a tall building standing at the top of the mountain. It is stacked with boulders, the bottom is a square, and the wall is obliquely folded up to form four triangular walls.

If Victor sees this scene, he can recognize that it is a stable pyramid, which is the easiest building for intelligent life. But imosen had no impression of this type of architecture. He was amazed at the grandeur of the triangular tower. Compared with the tower building, the big "bat" is just a small point. It flies in directly from the gap in the middle of the tower with its prey and comes to an empty platform.

The serpentine Eagle entered a dark place where he could not see his fingers. His memory ended here. When he woke up again, he had become a black blood strange bird, and his pale flame eyes could see through the darkness. Therefore, in the middle of the gray hall, imosen saw a huge pit, from which a greasy and viscous tentacle was stretched out, which was even larger than the big "bat", and the tentacle was covered with mysterious patterns.

Just as Emerson wanted to carefully identify the patterns of his tentacles, a wave of consciousness burst into his mind like a storm destroying everything,

"Help me..."

On the table in the middle of the wooden house, the dark red eyes of the black blood strange bird rekindled a pale flame. Imosen was completely ignorant of this. Although the consciousness that broke into his mind was as strong as a storm, it could not shake his spiritual will. He even had to open a gap in his heart to hear what the other party was saying.

There is no doubt that he came into contact with the consciousness of reviving the ancient god!

Unfortunately, the ancient god's consciousness is full of confusion and madness, and always sends a distress signal to imosen. There are ways to deal with this situation in the secret letter written by his highness Randall. Imosen tries to hear the words of the ancient god clearly according to the instructions of his master, but he should keep his will clear.

In the real world, the pale flame and dark red light in the eyes of the black blood strange bird gradually form a balance. Imosen began to ask the ancient god of recovery, "how can I save you?"

The consciousness of asking for help finally produced some changes. It said intermittently: "gather... The law of blood... Reshape... The perfect body."

Imosen heard the words of the ancient god clearly and asked, "why should I save you?"

The consciousness of the ancient god was no longer frenzied and fell into a long silence, which seemed to straighten out his ideas. Imosen waited patiently and carefully kept awake. I don't know how long later, he heard:

"Well, it turned out to be a law friendly native species. No wonder it can break into my field... Can you tell me whose voter you are?"

According to the content of the secret letter, imosen said, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm the special envoy of the elf empire. I came to look for the holy thing left by the moon goddess. We call it 'Freya's tears'... Do you know where it is?"

"The law of the elf Empire? I see that your soul has a power of law different from the moon goddess... Tell me who he is first, and I'll tell you the location of Freya's tears."

Emerson sneered and said arrogantly, "who do you think he is... Ancient giant beast, king of the spirit world?"

The consciousness of the ancient god was silent again. After a moment, he sighed deeply: "king of the spirit world, I haven't heard of this name for a long time... But I'm not the king of the spirit world. His power has been deprived, his body has died, his will is fragmented, and I'm just a part of him... You can call me the Lord of mourning."

"Listen, the original seed of the power of law, I am the same as you, and the existence behind you is just a poor worm driven by tyronrell. Sooner or later, his will will will be swallowed and destroyed by the giant ape. He can't give you what you want, but I can."

Imosen asked, "Oh? What do I want?"

"What else can it be? Of course, like me, perfect body, complete law power, and eternal will are the pursuit of all law creatures, because we are the incarnation of the creation giant ape."

Now it was imosen's turn to be silent. His heart pounded, but he could still remember Victor's warning. He said astringently, "I can't believe you... It's so simple. The conversation is over."

"Wait!" The mourning Lord slowed down and said leisurely, "my strength is still very weak and can't show you the mystery of the law. It doesn't matter if you don't trust me. I'll help you get the 'Freya's tears' first. The holy thing of the moon goddess is at the bottom of the pit you see. It traps the black blood master and is guarded by the black blood master..."

"Black blood master? That big tentacle?"

"... you don't want to see his real body. You can't even go down from the front to the bottom of the pit. But I know a secret way to avoid the black blood master and his black blood beast... When you arrive at the azolta temple, like now, invade the soul of a black blood beast and call the Lord of mourning, I will guide you to find the secret way, help you avoid the black blood master and get Frey Ya's tears'... "

"No! Either tell me the location of the secret way now, or I'll find the sacred thing of the goddess myself."

The Lord of mourning weighed for a moment, passed a picture to imosen, and said, "this tunnel extends in all directions, and only I can guide you to find the right way. If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself, but I must remind you, be careful of the undead and his minions... I don't want to miss the opportunity to gather my will, and of course I don't want you to die on the way."

Imosen took the opportunity to ask, "is the black blood master asking me for help?"

"... he asks for help from all beings. He is an irrational beast. He can only recover his body and will by collecting natural blood."

"What's your relationship with the black blood master and the super giant ooze monster in the forest? It also seems to have the power of the law of sadness and despair..."

"Hehe, you will know. If you can survive, you can get everything you want..."

The consciousness of the mourning Lord quickly went away. Emerson suddenly woke up, held the table and gasped. With the relaxed spirit, sweat instantly seeped out of the pores of his body.

"Emerson, are you okay?"

Behind him came a familiar voice. Imosen looked back and saw his highness Randall and father Dane. He raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his face. He smiled weakly and said, "master, I see the will of the devil."

Victor showed a gentle smile on his handsome face and said, "relax first and we'll talk later."