Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 53 Exclusion of Correct Answers
"How?" Bishop Nadal frowned.

The mysterious Miss Punisher pulled down her mask a little bit and shrugged her nose: "There are too few clues to judge. I can only smell a very faint smell of the demon general in the air. This guy is not specially given to believers. Most of the worshiped soul imprints are generals with no territory in the bottomless abyss."

The bishop was silent for a while: "Could it be that some demon warlock who didn't know how to live or die got off the hook, was killed by the summoned demon general, and then took him away?"

"No! Demons and demon believers are all from the chaotic camp. They do things unscrupulously. Wherever they pass by, there are embers of soul flames everywhere. Ordinary people die when they touch them. How can they be so clean? Even if they just come out, even The deep sea will leave the breath of their souls."

Bishop Nadal asked unwillingly: "Or some crazy high priest of the cult, used the magic circle to attract the demon general, and swallowed his flesh and blood completely?"

Miss Punisher really wanted to piss off this bishop who doesn't know the dangers of the world and only cares about self-cultivation all day long.

The newly promoted bishop who is only 30 years old is obviously seriously inexperienced in this kind of thing.

She complained angrily in her heart: That's why I hate the theoretical school.

Reluctantly, the identity of the other party was here, so she had to patiently explain:

"First of all, it is unlikely that lawful and evil sinners used the magic circle to kill the demon general. The demon general itself is a collection of chaotic forces. Its soul is the most powerful soul poison. The body is also highly corrosive. sexual elemental force, usually the element of fire."

After thinking about it, she added: "To purify or absorb the soul of a miscellaneous demon general, one must be at least a genuine demon general. Otherwise, it will not only suffer from indigestion, but also reduce its combat power for a long time During this period, it is very likely that he lost control of his power and caused the camp to shift, and then turned himself into a demon with a lack of mind."

Bishop Nadal thought for a while: "So, to do this easily, it can only be the great elder of the Church of Light, or even follow God, or... an evil god?"

This time there was no need for the punisher to retort, he already laughed: "How is this possible! Forget it, let those muscular men in the sea have a headache."

After thousands of years, the orthodox church has already formed a complete set of mechanisms, which can be called collectively punishing evil if it sounds good, or xenophobia if it sounds bad.

Guys who are not considered orthodox churches will be horribly besieged.

If there is an accident in one of the sites, as long as the power of the church is not weakened too much, it will not turn the face of other families. According to the [Millennium Covenant], other churches must provide financial and material compensation.

Who killed a demon general and didn't jump out to claim credit?
That wasn't done by our own church, so it couldn't be done by the evil god, right?
An evil god helps a group of orthodox churches to solve their troubles. It doesn't count if they wipe their mouths clean afterwards, and they don't leave a space imprint or try to expand their own evil beliefs.

Could it be that the evil god would do good deeds without leaving his name?
puff!
It's ridiculous to think about.

This is the weirdest part of this incident.

Nadal's mixed team, from top to bottom, no one can figure this out.

However, it is precisely because they know that the sea is basically the territory of the Church of Storms, and those old and cunning old men of the Church of Light and Night will send Nadal, a young man, to lead the team.

He was supposed to be the doormat.

They didn't know that it was they themselves who ruled out a correct answer...

This time, despite the fact that Church of the Storms violently dispersed the melon-eaters, they were actually very nervous.

The Storm Church Headquarters of the Saint Wright Empire is located on a seaside cliff on the outskirts of the capital.

Regardless of whether it is a sunny day or a stormy night outside, as soon as you enter the three-kilometer range around the club, you will step into a large-scale, constantly spinning tornado.

Strong winds and rainstorms hit the outer wall of the church day and night, making this cathedral covering an area of ​​more than [-] square meters must be lit with oil lamps and candles all year round.

The Church of Storms refused to use electrical appliances, because any electrical appliances in this era would be destroyed and malfunctioned by the lightning strikes that fell from time to time in the church.

No lightning rod will work.

Cardinal Barton, who was as tall as a bear, pushed open a secret door in the inner area of ​​the church under the guard of two giant guards.

With a slight wave of the hand, the lightning at the fingertips is the best key, allowing the stone door in front of you to automatically separate to the two sides.

What unfolded in front of him was a pool with a lightning symbol.

Electric sparks jumped out of the pool from time to time.

An old man in a black robe with his eyes sewn closed was kneeling in the pool, with only his waist above the water, he said to Barton in a deep voice, "Three questions! It depends on the severity of your questions, and I will decide whether I have the life to answer them." All the questions."

Do not look directly at God!
Do not spy on God!
If today's incident in San Kasao City involved a true god and Barton's question was inappropriate, then the divination master who peeped at fate with the question may be forced to suffer the backlash of fate and die suddenly on the spot.

If it weren't for today's incident being too weird, Barton would definitely not want to deal with it in such a super-standard way.

Cardinal Barton pondered for a moment, and said, "Will the demon general who died near the city of San Kasao today affect the Church of the Storm's control over the sea?"

The blind old man took out a small meteorite fragment from his arms and threw it into the pool seemingly at random.

The fragments containing faint storm power drew a dazzling arc and finally fell to the surface of the water.

The strange thing is that the obviously heavy metal meteorite hit the water surface, as if it had fallen on a hard floor tile, making a "bang bang" metal collision sound, but it didn't sink to the water surface of the pool, let alone set off even a little The slightest wave.

The old man should have also breathed a sigh of relief: "This incident has nothing to do with the Church of Storms."

Barton bowed to the old man: "Thank you, master."

"No thanks, I don't mind doing more of this kind of divination."

"Master is humble."

Barton turned his head and left, and ordered as soon as he went out: "Seal all the investigation files of this incident."

"Yes!"

At this moment, the sea hundreds of miles away was calm.

Mark looked in the direction of San Casao City, a little dazed: "I don't know if I can hide this time?"

"It should be fine." Helena sighed.

"Why do you say that?"

"If we are locked by the Church of the Storms, with their way of doing things, there should be dark clouds over our heads at this time, and there will be lightning and thunder."

Mark twitched the corner of his mouth, and turned to say: "Before I go to St. Wright City, thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay, I'm in good spirits." Helena showed a bright smile.

Mark is a little worried.

Helena was the only one he could use.

Sailing is not something that one person can do alone.

People get tired and need to eat and sleep.

Just Helena sailing alone, that is to catch a Kuhaha to death.

He can learn to sail a boat, but sailing requires experience, and one cannot steer a boat just by looking at the instrument.

After finally finding a small mobile base, Mark really didn't want the ship to sink or run aground.

Staying in the cockpit was of no help, so Mark went to the bilge to study his loot.

Five minutes later, looking at the pieces of magic general's fresh meat wrapped in mysterious bubbles, Mark had only one feeling—that was exaggeration.

The miscellaneous demon general is also a demon general!

According to the book, if you eat this stuff, there is a high probability that your soul will be polluted on the spot, your body will be shattered, and you will turn into a monster like Galian.

The essence of the soul is a highly concentrated spiritual energy body with self-will.

When a magic general's head is snapped off, its soul core is gone.

"I didn't expect that Basatan is actually a master of the spirit world."

Pei Ye's Quotations - Remove the head and eat it.

Basatan not only removed the demon general's head, but also sucked out the part of the demon general's body that had the imprint of his soul most like drinking milk tea.

In the eyes of mortals, the super poisonous soul impurities are similar to cumin and other spices on the barbecue in front of the real evil god.

This time it was cheaper for Mark.

"Unfortunately, the efficiency of the light purification circle is too low."

In fact, it's not that the efficiency of the magic circle is low, but that there is a lack of a light-type powerhouse to preside over the magic circle.

If the cardinal were to push the magic circle, it is estimated that a large piece of tea could be melted away.But no one is in charge, so they can only rely on the magic circle to absorb the power of the sun and slowly dissolve the target.

Mark closed his eyes and could clearly sense that the twelve moons were dim on this ocean.The sun's power spreads warmly over the gently rippling sea.

This magic circle is a vortex with a diameter of ten meters, absorbing the residual heat of the sun on the sea.

It seems that the magic circle is very large, but compared to the vast and boundless sea, it is very small.

The original owner tried to use the magic circle as secretly as possible, which became a shackle restricting the speed of decomposition.

Mark was a little helpless, but also knew that he should be content.

After some calculation, it took about a whole day to melt away the flesh and blood about the size of a finger.

Even so, the high-purity ectoplasm was not something Mark could absorb casually.

(End of this chapter)