Naruto: Accidentally opening a fantasy world.

Chapter 772: The Beginning of Devouring the Black Church

The Black Church
Claude stood in a magnificent office and looked at the man at the desk.

Malcolm C. Livermore.

Now the highest official of the Black Vatican’s Central Hall.

"I don't remember summoning you." Malcolm crossed his hands in front of his mouth and looked at Claude.

In the past, it was not a matter of whether to summon or not. To some extent, the Marshal of the Black Church had more power than him.

It's just that they mainly target demons.

Now Claude is just an ordinary exorcist, so his identity is naturally not that noble.

"It's me who wants to see you." Claude sat directly on the sofa next to him and crossed his legs.

This gesture made Malcolm frown.

"You are no longer a marshal. Put away your former arrogance."

In the past, the other party was a marshal, so naturally he could do whatever he wanted.

Things are different now.

"Of course I know that." Claude said softly.

"I'm here to make a deal with you."

Malcolm looked thoughtful for a moment. He knew what deal Claude wanted to make.

"You won't die. It doesn't matter whether the deal is done or not."

"And this kind of thing is inevitable."

The reason for all this was the dark power in Claude, which helped her escape the crime.

But it doesn’t mean that nothing happened.

No one mentioned it during the trial, which means that such things cannot be made public.

What we need to do is to study this power in Claude.

After going to the headquarters, Claude will become a test subject for a period of time until everyone understands the power of Claude.

To what extent is not certain.

The Black Church's laboratory is the darkest place in the entire Black Church.

Those people don't care about the life or death of the test subjects.

In order to fight against those demons, the Black Church has been looking for more power.

Holiness itself is hard to find, and finding saints who resonate with holiness is even more difficult.

"I need a time limit." Claude was naturally aware of this kind of thing and she couldn't escape it.

Then set a time limit.

Malcolm frowned. He could indeed make the decision on this matter, but what if he didn't have enough time to research and couldn't come up with anything?

He said in a deep voice.

"All your sacrifices are for the victory of mankind."

"Don't use such hypocritical words." Claude didn't buy it and said directly in a cold voice.

"Don't you want to see what I have to trade with you?"

Malcolm looked Claude up and down, and what he could think of was naturally the secret intelligence that Claude had obtained among the marshals.

But it seems that this is not the case.

"What do you want to trade with me?" Malkan asked directly.

Claude raised his hand, with black flames burning on it.

"Of course it's this power. I can let you have it too."

Malcolm stared at Claude with wide eyes, then narrowed his eyes and asked carefully: "Is it dangerous? Or what are the side effects?"

Gaining power seems to be a simple matter. The Black Church has studied it for such a long time, so naturally it has gained a lot.

But to gain power, there must be sacrifices, and even strong side effects.

As people in high positions, they naturally want to have power, but holiness cannot resonate with them, and other transformations are too dangerous.

Natural selection gives up.

"There's no danger and I haven't noticed any side effects." Claude shook his head.

If there is any shortcoming, it is that he cannot face Uchiha Jin.

The opponent can directly take back the power.

Malcolm looked at Claude carefully, trying to find something unusual on her face.

But no matter how you look at it, it's just a cold and beautiful face.

So should he trust this woman? Malcolm fell into deep thought.

Theoretically, the other party had no reason to harm him.

Moreover, although the other party hated politicians like them, they had never taken action against them. If it were other marshals, he would have to think carefully about choosing everyone except the oldest one.

"How are you going to give me this power?" Malkan was finally moved. Possessing such power comparable to that of a god, it was impossible for him not to be moved at all.

"It's very simple." Claude stretched out his hand, and the flame gradually turned into a flower in his hand. As the black flower unfolded, a black seed was revealed inside.

"Just accept it. There is no pain, no transformation. But how far you can go depends on yourself."

Claude said coldly.

This seed was just condensed by her a few days ago.

If they want to annex the entire Black Church, as long as they pull this highest official over, it would be equivalent to completely tearing a hole in the Black Church.

"Besides, I only have this one. If I want to condense a new one, I don't know when I can do it."

Claude spoke up to stop the other party's idea of ​​finding someone to experiment on first.

"Is this thing difficult to make?" Malkan asked in a deep voice.

To accept something of unknown origin, he naturally had to be cautious.

"To condense one, it takes a lot of my strength, and I need to train myself again before I can condense it." Claude explained.

What she said was true.

It is not easy to condense a dark seed, mainly because the upper limit of dark power is too high.

"How did you get this power?" Malcolm asked, staring at Claude's face. This was his last question, as long as it didn't involve Noah.

If Claude had any hesitation, he would just give up.

"I stole it from the Church of Light." Claude said expressionlessly.

"This is the power used by the Church of Light."

"The Church of Light?" Malcolm muttered to himself.

The force that possessed an unexpected saint also destroyed Claude's holiness and caused him to fall from the position of marshal.

"Okay, give me a year." Malkan made his choice.

Claude frowned and said, "Impossible, three days. I can only give you three days."

What’s the difference between the one year given by the other party and not giving it?

She would be studied for a whole year, and she couldn't even guarantee that she would remain sane.

"Three days is too short a time to come and we won't be able to come up with anything." Malkan flatly refused.

"Once you accept this power, you can also be studied." Claude said coldly.

"And if you need to do research, you can do it after you separate the seeds."

This left Malcolm speechless.

Although he could not be the experimental subject, this could not refute Claude's words.

Looking at the seeds in the other person's hand, he gritted his teeth.

"One month."

"Just three days, no negotiation." Claude didn't come here to bargain.

"This power depends entirely on the person. If one's aptitude is not good, then it will take time to grow."

Claude's words were like the last straw.

Malcolm lowered his head helplessly.

"Okay, three days is three days."

Claude curled his lips in disdain. This guy didn't treat them, the exorcists, as human beings at all.

She just didn't want to be driven crazy by those experimenters.

It's purely an act of self-rescue.

This man is still very reluctant, he really deserves to go to hell.

So she doesn't like these people.

Each one is even more cruel than those Noahs.

Claude threw the dark seed in his hand to Malkan, who quickly reached out to catch it. The dark seed fell on his hand and quickly began to merge with his body.

"Gone?" Malkan looked at his hands in confusion.

"It has already been integrated into your body. The rest depends on how you develop it."

After saying this, Claude walked out of the office in a cat-like manner.

This dark power is even more magical than holiness. What it becomes depends entirely on how the user uses it.

"I wonder if Kuros has really gone to the Church of Light now."

Close the office door heavily.

Claude sighed helplessly.

I can only wish him good luck.

Uchiha Jin is not someone that easy to deal with.

"This is the Church of Light."

Just as Claude thought, Kuros had arrived at the city where the Church of Light was located.

Looking at the gate of the Church of Light, people kept coming in and out.

He walked straight in.

As he walked, he attracted the attention of many mature women.

Wherever Kuros went, he always attracted the attention of women.

He walked from the door through a long corridor, and people on both sides of him kept looking at him.

But he just glanced at these people.

There are many civilians wearing ordinary clothes, and basically most of them look like ordinary people.

The second largest group was the people of the Church of Light wearing white clothes.

He sensed no danger from these people.

But he felt that things were not that simple.

These people's eyes kept scanning him, and it was definitely not because he was too outstanding, but because they were looking at him as an enemy.

Kuros stroked his chin, he didn't understand what was going on.

Soon he stopped because a beautiful figure was walking quickly towards him from a distance.

Kuros' eyes lit up when he saw this, and he stretched out his hand and a rose appeared in his hand.

"Ma'am, may I know your name?" Angelica, who had hurried over thinking she had heard of an enemy, blushed as she looked at the handsome man in front of her.

But suddenly he realized something and shook his head hurriedly, throwing the thoughts out of his head.

He looked at the man in front of him with a sneer on his face.

Especially the black church priest costume he was wearing.

"Are you, the Black Church, here to provoke me this time?"

Kuros looked down at his clothes and suddenly realized something. He reached out and held Angelica's hand.

"I am so sorry, my beautiful lady. It was my mistake. I just came here to visit the Pope of your church today. I was in such a hurry that I forgot to change my clothes."

"And I am not here on behalf of the Black Church. I am only here on behalf of myself."

Angelica blushed slightly.

His reasons must be right.

(End of this chapter)