The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 40 His Pastor
In this regard, while recalling the information he had learned through the "deep dream", Aiwen nodded slowly under the eyes of everyone full of expectations:
"It's a strange item excavated from a ruin at the end of the fourth era. It looks like a white stone weeping angel. Because of the long history, the copper box and dagger that sealed it have been lost. most of the effects."

"So, what needs to be noticed is..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly felt the need to tell the members of the Tarot Society about the weird ability of the "Weeping Angel" that almost capsized him in the gutter.

After all, Mister Pichai is not dead. Since he can reproduce the dead but not dead statue, the other party may not be able to.

Then, Aiwen's tone suddenly became serious and solemn, and he even leaned forward unconsciously, bent his knuckles and tapped the mottled bronze tabletop.

"So the contact person should avoid the possibility of looking at it, otherwise it will come alive in the contact person's memory and transform it into another statue."

"At the same time, if the contact person lives long enough and learns more history, then it can obtain more power from the target's memory until it completely transforms the other party into a real angel."

"And this process is basically irreversible unless there is a high-ranking existence to take action directly, or put it under the watchful eyes of the gods!"

"This is at least equivalent to Level 1, that is, a Saint-level sealed item..." Alger's back suddenly tightened, and he focused his sight on the opposite side of the long table again.

As the bishop of the Church of Stormwind, he happened to own a ghost ship from the Solomon Empire period, so he was very familiar with the terrifying characteristics of the sealed item, and he couldn't help sighing secretly in his heart:
"I didn't expect Mr. Sacrifice to come into contact with such a dangerous thing. There is a high probability that I can only know such details after direct contact with the sealed item that was just excavated."

At the same time, when he explained the precautions of the Weeping Angel just now, in the slightly immature tone, he unconsciously revealed a trace of seriousness and bluntness that only a superior person can have.

Let him subconsciously recall the tone of his immediate superior, the archbishop of the Stormwind Church, when he was on a special mission, explaining the precautions to his subordinates.

From this, some deeper associations suddenly emerged in my mind: the priest himself should come from the official, or have a close connection with the official Extraordinary.

"And he just mentioned that the erosion caused by contact with the statue cannot be reversed unless the high-ranking person takes a direct shot."

"Could it be that……"

While thinking wildly, Alger only felt that the thick curly hair on the top of his head suddenly stood up, and his heart became uneasy.

"The last gathering was postponed for a full quarter of an hour, and then the other party suddenly appeared here again. Is it because Mister Fool reversed the erosion? Blocked the influence of the Saint-level sealed item?!"

"This is something only a god can do."

"And at the last meeting, I was dissatisfied with Mister Fool's late arrival and the fact that he pulled newcomers in without consulting the members!"

Argel the Hanged Man, who thought he was gradually realizing the problem, secretly glanced at the Fool at the head of the long table, and found that the other party was still sitting gracefully on the high-back chair, as if what the priest said was just something insignificant little things.

This made him uneasy, and because he questioned the other party in his heart, he lowered his head in shame.

"Simple looking at each other can turn oneself into a source of infection, until a large group of angels who are spreading wildly come alive... This is simply like a horror story."

Klein's eyes widened involuntarily after listening to the answer. Fortunately, with the gray mist blocking him, the others didn't notice anything unusual, otherwise the Fool's inscrutable signboard would have collapsed.

After Aiwen finished explaining, the members of the Tarot Society, who were in shock and speculation, stopped asking new questions, and the party finally came to an end.

The fog that filled the surroundings slowly dissipated, revealing the rickety carriage and Upton who was still sleeping soundly.

"The problem of supernatural items is temporarily resolved. The bicycle should be put into production soon to provide the first pot of gold. The raw materials and channels are expanding smoothly..."

"Everything is ready, we have to start research on new products as soon as possible!"

With a secret sigh of relief in his heart, Aiwen closed his eyes and leaned against the carriage, taking the time to return to the station to slowly relax, and began to rest his tired body and mind.

But on the other side, in a dark alley in Lower Iron Cross Street, Six Fingers, who was sent by One-Eyed Walker to collect information, was tense.

While secretly looking at Jenny Stinson and others who were moving back to the Middle Street apartment from the slums on the Lower Street, at the same time, they felt that there seemed to be a pair of examining eyes in an unknown corner, constantly observing themselves .

This weird and crazy feeling made every hair on his body stand up silently.

"Damn it, what am I afraid of in broad daylight?!"

Liuzhi looked around cursingly and found nothing abnormal, then he rubbed his slightly numb scalp vigorously.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he raised his head and glanced at the sun that was gradually setting to the west, and then turned his attention again to the Stimson family, who were busy moving things in full swing.

Until a faint voice sounded from his ear:

"Were you looking for me just now?"

"Ahh! Ghost..."

The strange sound suddenly sounded, causing Liu Zhi to die instantly.

After trembling all over his body and screaming at a high decibel, he panted heavily and saw that the guy who had slipped behind him at some point turned out to be Ademisor, the famous "big fool" in the dock area.

"Damn bastard, you're getting impatient, aren't you!"

Gritting his teeth and roaring, Liuzhi, who was almost frightened to death by the opponent, rushed up without any explanation, kicked Ademisor to the ground, punched and kicked.

But what surprised him was that this "lunatic" still smiled and repeated some incomprehensible murmurs even though he was beaten to the point where blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

"It is fate that we meet here, six fingers... ahem, you will encounter shameless betrayal, just like that great existence and his followers..."

"But don't be discouraged, and don't be confused... I will guide you, become His warrior, and dedicate a loyal life to the empire!"

"Shut up, you bloody monster!"

He kicked the nagging Ademisor fiercely, interrupting the nonsense of the other party.

Then he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on his body, and Liuzhi walked out of the alley with a sullen expression on his face.

"Damn bastard, spoil my good work!"

I couldn't help but spit again into the alley, and cursed viciously at the passers-by who were looking sideways:
"What are you looking at, I'm digging your dog's eyes!"

When the passers-by who stopped and stayed around slowly dispersed, and the Stimson family disappeared, he shook his head helplessly and said:
"I could have probed for a while... Forget it, anyway, I have figured out the basic situation of the Stimson family, so let's go back and report to the boss!"

As soon as Liu Zhi left, Ademisor, whose face was covered in blood, crawled out of the alley with amazing perseverance.

At the same time, he whispered madly:
"You will come back, you will suffer and become a great fighter, because this is part of the plan!"

"And what I have to do is to guide it, push it... to perform the duties of a priest, and assist the Son of God to complete the great plan."

Until he found that the six fingers he was thinking about had long since disappeared.

After the people coming and going on the road walked away from him with disgust on their faces, Ademisor's originally excited gaze turned gray.

But only a moment later, as a staggering drunk appeared in the field of vision, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Sir, please wait!"

While shouting, he climbed up from the ground with a bang, and rushed straight to the other party as if he had inexhaustible strength, and said very piously and earnestly:
"Please allow me to take a moment of your time to introduce you to the heavenly father and savior of mankind, the great Lord of Radiance, the absolute leader of the empire, the only spiritual pillar in the endless suffering..."

(End of this chapter)