Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

Chapter 360 Long live the Shadow God

However, Ji Ming was not a pervert, so he just smiled quietly and then calmed down.

When he looked at the count again, his expression had become calm and calm, like a detective called by the victim to investigate.

"Are you sure this is where Madam came from?"

The count nodded repeatedly and put his hand on the door before he could say anything.

"Yes, this is it! Don't waste any more time, let's go in quickly..."

"Wait a moment."

"What are you waiting for!"

The earl roared again, but immediately realized something was wrong and quickly lowered his head.

"I'm sorry for the choice, but I've been looking forward to this day for too long! I really can't wait any longer!"

"I understand, I understand. In fact, I can't continue acting."

Ji Ming smiled again, then became indifferent.

"Let that thing in your head talk to me."

"Ah, what?"

"Earl Wind Shadow, you can rest now."

Ji Ming stretched out his hand and after speaking, he snapped his fingers.

Snapped!
Logically speaking, he had given the shutdown command through [Suggestion], and the Earl of Wind Shadow, who had lost his mind, should fall down immediately and enjoy a comfortable sleep like a baby.

But he didn't. Instead, he stood motionless and laughed coldly until he was slapped by Ji Ming.

"I've tolerated you for a whole chapter, and you still don't know how to repent!?"

I can only say that it is lucky that the earl is a professional, otherwise his head would have been blown away with this slap.

But even so, his body still flipped 720 degrees in the air before falling to the ground with a clatter.

The weirdness hidden in the earl's mind was also stunned by this slap. He lay on the ground covering his face and looked at Ji Ming, unable to say a word.

"What are you looking at? Open the door quickly!"

"Yes yes yes yes..."

Before Ji Ming launched the cowardly skill, she saw that the host had been beaten until her mouth was bleeding, and she quickly got up from the ground as if she had eaten a dragon fruit.

While claiming so, he held down the door and pushed forward while pouring the power of shadow into it.

Obviously, the only key to this ancient door, which looks ordinary and has some moss on it, is the power of shadow.

I just don’t know if ordinary people push it, will it be ignored gorgeously, or will it be destroyed completely by releasing counter magic?
While Ji Ming was thinking quietly, the entire door had been opened, but the scenery inside was just like the building itself, submerged in thick shadows.

Interesting, is it really protected by a shadow circle...

The open door was like a huge mouth that picked out people and made Ji Ming think of the old lady's material store. This kind of posture, in an action game, there must be a save point if you can't walk three steps away.

It can only be said that it is indeed a ghost possessing a nobleman, and it imitates the count's expression very perfectly.

I saw it bending down respectfully and making a gesture of invitation toward the door. It was not naughty at all.

"My lord, please come in. Please..."

However, Ji Ming raised his chin and said the following sentence.

"You leave first."

"Ah this..."

Although the ghost didn't want to do as he was told, it was more afraid of being given cardiopulmonary resuscitation by the chosen god, so it could only shrink its head and serve as his vanguard.

However, it was precisely because of its exploration that the God of Choice seemed to have slightly lowered his guard and followed it into the darkness.

But the two of them had already walked out for dozens of steps, and there was no reaction in the space that was supposed to be a difficult dungeon anyway, so that the Divine Chosen finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Hey, what kind of place are you here, you don't even have to kill monsters?"

"Hee hee hee."

I don't know if it's because the mental state of these gods and ghosts is so beautiful, or if it's because the pleasure of leading a powerful enemy into the encirclement and fighting back is so intense.

The strange man sneered when he heard this, and ran straight away and disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a trailing sentence.

"Archbishop, save me~"

"you……"

Before the Divine Chosen could pursue him, he saw a dark purple light suddenly light up in front of him.

No, it's more than that. This purple light is not calm. After it appears, it starts to grow crazily like cells dividing.

Soon, dense purple light spots appeared all around the God's Choice, including the top of his head. They were like the vicious eyes of terrifying beasts, all staring at him.

At this moment, several fires lit up with a bang in the room. Although the flames burning in them were also purple, they also illuminated the entire space.

The God's Chosen slowly looked around with this light, and found that those purple lights turned out to be the staffs of necromancers one after another, and the eyes of shadow warriors one after another.

All of them are fanatical believers of the evil god, and they are preparing to go out, holding the weapons in their hands tightly, preparing to judge him, the leader of the heretic who deserves death.

"Haha."

The Divine Chosen laughed when he saw this, and praised them inexplicably.

"Well done. If any strong enemy comes here, they will definitely be strangled to death by you."

Such behavior was abnormal and weird, but the shadow cultists were not scared. They just thought he was bluffing, so they were indifferent.

But after all, this person is also the Chosen One of the Holy Light, and the proper etiquette must be observed, so a scepter holder also wrapped in a purple cloak slowly walked out of the crowd.

"Good evening, lost lamb."

The Chosen One raised his head.

"Are you the Archbishop?"

The visitor bowed slightly.

"Yes, I am the Archbishop of the Shadow Holy See in the Southern Light. I gave up my real name after following my Lord, and only took the title of 'Hidden'."

Oh, that's the Hidden Archbishop...

Unfortunately, this sincere self-introduction seemed to have exhausted all the Archbishop's patience.

In other words, he was willing to tell his name just to make this noble enemy understand.

So as soon as he finished speaking, he raised the scepter in his hand, and the shadows were twisted into chains under the pull of the purple fire, and they galloped away in the direction of God's choice. But what was unexpected was that the divine choice had no intention of dodging at all. He stood directly on the spot and let the chain hit him. It hit the ground and formed a magic circle that could restrict his movement range.

Now the archbishop is really in trouble. He has deployed all the high-level combat forces he can call here from several nearby dioceses that he can control and those that he cannot control, just to be able to work in this place that he has worked so hard for. The Feng Ying Leader, who has been in business for many years and has strong influence, completely wiped out this pagan leader who had already formed a bloody feud with the Holy See.

After all, although being assigned to work behind enemy lines is enough to prove the Lord's trust in him, being behind enemy lines means being too far away from the Holy See and too close to the bench.

If this continues, when will I be promoted? When can we go further?
——I want to make progress so much!
Now that the Weird Council has lost half of its members, how many people are ready to make a move, and how many people are working hard to compete for such a few extremely precious seats.

Therefore, I must make unparalleled contributions and regain the lost face for God, so that I can return to His eyes, replace that stupid Shadow Feather Man, and become His greatest reliance in this life!

But now that everything was ready, even the east wind was blowing, so I just had to light the match and throw it up, but this target suddenly did something quite unexpected.

No, why did you...

This is like setting up a sniper at point A, sealing smoke, throwing flashes, and burning. You have done everything you need to do, and you have waited patiently for most of the round under the pressure of dead teammates, and finally saw the enemy show up in the window. , and you don’t even have to look at your head in the mirror.

You smiled handsomely, ready to exchange victory with an elegant tap and shut up your stupid teammates, but the guy stupidly jumped out of the window with the AK in hand and fell to his death.

Did you win?
Won.

Did you really win?

There is no sense of achievement at all.

Therefore, the archbishop's mentality at this time was just like Ji Ming who had prepared a full set of weapons to fight to the death against Adele's bloodline curse and save his assistant's life, but inexplicably succeeded in the mission.

feeling bad.

It's just that Ji Ming's goal is to win, so if he wins, he wins, and in the follow-up, he will have fun touching the magic armor, and he will take advantage of the two anchors who like to smear their own games, so he will just let this matter go. The shortcomings have been eliminated.

But things are different now. For the Archbishop, how can he show his wisdom and prowess if he doesn't fight fiercely and cruelly? How can I emphasize my loyalty! how……

Ahhhhh!

Then the Archbishop broke his guard and pointed at the Chosen's head and cursed.

"What other plots do you have for this stubborn heretic? We have set up a dragnet and there is absolutely no chance of you escaping!"

Ji Ming frowned.

No, I surrendered voluntarily and waited to be beaten. Why are you still so impatient?

Okay, I take back what I said before, "Your mental state is worse than that of the cultists!"

If we really want to talk about going crazy, it’s the people who believe in evil gods.

He had no choice but to stop teasing the other person, took out the black crown from his pocket, and put it on his head in front of everyone present.

The next moment, the divine choice standing in the center of the field disappeared instantly, replaced by a tall black figure.

It is true that with Ji Ming's current strength, there is no need to use other means. Lightning alone is enough to wipe out the shadow cultists present seventy or eighty times, but why do this?

Killing is a means rather than an end, and now there is clearly a better solution in front of us.

So with a shadowy aura that was so rich that it was almost like the incarnation of a god, he slowly opened his arms and said something.

"Long live the Shadow God."

——One of our own, big brother, one of our own.

Fortunately, everyone has the consciousness of being a believer of the evil god. Those who wear masks wear masks, and those who wear hoods wear hoods.

Otherwise, as soon as these words came out, Ji Ming thought about how many patients with dislocated jaws would be treated by him today.

But even so, there was silence in the field for a full ten seconds, until a burst of laughter that could be described as continuous was heard.

That was the Hidden Archbishop. He finally understood the reason behind the Archbishop's roar and was going crazy on the spot.

So he laughed for another ten seconds before finally taking a breath, gritting his teeth, and said sternly

"This is impossible! You must have used some kind of deception!"

Blindfold?
There is indeed a "law".

Ji Ming did not answer, but the shadow under his feet gradually extended, and soon clung to the magic chains nailed to the ground, and quietly accommodated them, turning them into a part of himself.

This is not destruction by brute force, nor is it disintegration by cleverness, this is assimilation, which means that the magic he uses is of the same origin as that used by the archbishop.

Oh, if the same source alone cannot do this, it should be said that it comes from a higher-order power.

But the Holy See of Shadows is not a huge institution like the Holy See of Light, and Wendigo is not a righteous god who has successfully ascended and can only live in the Kingdom of God as a lonely old man.

Therefore, they do not have a pope as the spokesperson of the gods, nor a cardinal as the hub of power. Under the gods are the archbishops who rule each region.

It's even said that such a filial guy who doesn't even need his name is hidden. In name, he is the Archbishop of the Southern Territory of Glory. In fact, all the dioceses in the kingdom are under his jurisdiction, but the rest of the areas are "administered".

Therefore, there is only one possibility for the shadow magic to be higher than him, and that is...

His hidden attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees. If there weren't so many people here, he might have knelt down to apologize.

"You...you are a god!?"

No, who are you calling a clown sheep who keeps losing every battle?

Ji Ming felt that he had been insulted, so he could only stop riddles and explain continuously.

"No, I'm not, I'm the...chosen shadow god."

"Chosen by God?"

The Archbishop was confused again.

Although his contact with the gods was intermittent due to the long journey and deep behind enemy lines, there has never been a theory of divine selection in this religion.

But the fact before us is... their status in the Holy See is definitely higher than mine, so there seems to be no other possibility except divine selection.

——Unless you are willing to have a big leader like a cardinal appear out of thin air in your head. After all, the divine choice is only an honor and not a position.

So he could only guess in a good direction, maybe the council suffered heavy losses, and in order to get through this difficult period, Lord God promoted a few talents to the front line.

It's a pity that when I think of this, there is no joy in knowing the truth in my hidden heart. On the contrary, it adds a bit of misery.

Na Na, Kami SAMA~ Why don’t you tell me, who is loyal and assasi, about such a big thing?

However, as the most filial son, Hidden still chose to accept it. He raised his scepter to signal all the believers to put down their weapons, and took the lead in bowing respectfully.

"It turns out to be Lord Chosen of God, your sincere brother salutes you!"

Then there was just a crash, and the believers around him bowed and kowtowed, making Ji Ming feel a little embarrassed.

Don't knock me, brother, I can't hold my lips anymore.

(End of this chapter)