It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

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The sun's rays were gradually swallowed up by the horizon, and the silence of the town was torn apart by several shrill screams.

In the only small cabin with kerosene lamps on, the smoky transparent figures struggled to get rid of some kind of restraint, but they were surrounded by a dark red light curtain, and the transparent figures' movements would be easy if they were slightly larger. will hit the light curtain.

The parts of the soul body that are in contact with it will quickly become transparent and dim, which in turn makes them burst into even more miserable screams.

Ulysses Philip was standing less than one meter away from the light curtain, and occasionally there were some subtle magic fluctuations at his fingertips.

And every time these fluctuations appear, the light curtain will undergo some wonderful changes, and those transparent soul bodies will also be affected accordingly.

After more than fifty attempts, most of the figures scattered into white smoke, which made the man shake his head in disappointment.

At this moment, Weier opened the door and walked into the room. She took out a white handkerchief to wipe the corners of her mouth and fingers, and then folded the stained handkerchief away.

Her purple dress seemed to be stained with some dull spots, but because of the light and the darker color of the dress, it was hard to see clearly.

"Failed again?"

Will asked.

Philip turned his head back, drooping his shoulders in frustration.

He spread his hands and sighed:

"The strength of the soul is not enough, and the strength of the temporarily restored body is not enough. Even if it can heal and regenerate at a high speed, as long as the pain it endures exceeds a certain limit, even the filthy blood will mutate out of control-the one you mentioned is called "Christina Royce's girl should be quite unique, and even a special individual prepared for this purpose. "

"There is only one piece of material collected this time. How is the situation in the Paris underground?"

Wei'er stared at the darkened tip of her shoe, and squatted down to wipe it with some displeasure.

"I asked the wizards there to do what you told me, teacher, and those dead souls were indeed awakened at an accelerated rate and successfully assembled."

"Oh?"

Philip whistled and changed into a cheerful tone, and he bent down so that his eyes were at Vale's level.

"So my plan was successful?"

Wei'er shook her head with a bitter face and said:

"No, that kind of aggregated undead souls only have the instinct of the undead. They simply don't have enough intelligence to become believers, let alone pray on time every day-I even sacrificed a puppet for this."

The man groaned, covering his eyes under the mask.

"Ah, what a pity—is it because it has been dead for too long, or has it been purified? I thought there would be no better place than that cemetery. Hundreds of thousands or millions of dead people are not here. You can find it everywhere... It seems that you need to make another plan. As for the double puppet, I will prepare a new one for you soon, and let her continue to act instead of you."

As he spoke, he seemed to notice something and twitched his nose. There seemed to be some viscous liquid dripping on the ground behind the blond girl.

This scene made Philip sigh helplessly.

"The smell of blood... You, are you looking for food nearby again? Although the outbreak of mysterious incidents will become more and more frequent, sooner or later it will be exposed to the executors."

"Of course, I can't blame you. After all, losing control is irreversible—if I recover a little slower, you're already a complete monster now, right?"

Wei'er pursed her lips and smiled, dark red blood streaked up her purple eyes, and mouth-like cracks emerged in the surrounding space, dripping sticky saliva.

"What can I do about it? That Her Majesty the Queen is so delicious and tempting, I can't suppress my instinctive hunger at all."

"And isn't what the teacher said strange? I haven't changed at all from the first time I met you to now, right?"

"This kind of hunger is inherent... Didn't I slip into the abyss called "out of control" from earlier? "

The man touched the top of her head with a gentle tone.

"My poor disciple, are you still not satisfied even today?"

"Yes, sir, I have never been satisfied."

The girl smiled sweetly,

"But that day will come sooner or later, because this is the future you promised me—isn't it?"

Chapter 14 Armor

"Of course, I'm a person who keeps my promises."

Phillip stroked the girl's head, but let out a light sigh because of the movement behind her.

He walked quickly to the center of the room and looked at the only remaining soul hovering in the ritual altar. Its existence had far exceeded all the experimental records he had done before.

Different kinds of harmful magic, curses, and even incantations targeting the spirit and soul have infected the mark left by the dead countless times.Its surface was mottled with patches of color, but even that showed no signs of weakening or fading.

"This material seems to be interesting."

Philip was happy, this performance has completely surpassed the ordinary, wizards, and filthy blood species that were used as experimental materials before.

According to his calculation, the power he released through the ritual was enough to tear the former into pieces more than seventy times.

Its outline is obviously much clearer than that of ordinary soul marks. Although it is still impossible to accurately identify the facial features, it can be vaguely seen that the young man must have been a very handsome man in life.

Philip paused the ceremony by tapping his stick lightly on the ground.

"Weier, go and give me the details of Material No. 71."

He took a small stack of paper from the girl's hand, and he was a little surprised by the thickness of the material in his hand. This time, there were five full pages of records related to the material during her lifetime.

Because most of the deceased's information only contained three or five short sentences, which was valuable information that Wei'er judged needed to be recorded. Even the most it had previously was only one page.

He spread out the materials on the table, sat on the high-back chair and watched carefully.

"Die from the curse of filthy blood? The material didn't show anything too special before it was alive. Maybe it's only because of its relatively good strength. No, no. From the extension of Nobold's theory, maybe using The title of Cain can also be regarded as a more primitive "armor", which may also be the source of Norberd's inspiration... It seems that it needs longer observation and verification. "

As he said that, Ulysses Philip habitually let a perfectly proportioned white severed hand levitate. The luster contained in the latter was much darker than before, but it still made people feel dizzy if they stared at it for a long time. dizzy.

Its skin texture, every texture line has a shocking perfection, and its existence itself represents unparalleled knowledge.

Philip looked at it, and this process was also a deciphering of the information.But not many people will choose to crack it by looking directly at it, because it means taking the risk of being contaminated, and those who are willing to use this method are completely lunatic.

Wei'er turned her head to chew on a certain word.

""Armor"?Weird phrase, what does that mean? "

"With the body of the Son of Man, named after God, I temporarily named this method of safely stealing divinity "armor". "

Philip explained patiently.

"Having said that, this Norbold Williams... I have never heard of such a genius. It is a pity that I was not able to talk to him face to face."

"Although there are still certain hidden dangers in his way, there is no doubt that Mr. Williams is the only mortal in the world who has found the right way of thinking."

Ulysses Philip tapped his cane on the ground and suddenly stopped.

"Williams...I remember you saying he was Ella Williams' 'father'?This is very strange, and even completely different from what I had imagined. "

"I originally thought that girl was just a child of some kind of god with a special state, or simply an incarnation of something like that, but now the question arises - what kind of existence is she?"

"That man, what exactly did Nobold Williams leave for this world..."

"Your avatar in Paris should try to avoid her actions. Now I suspect that even through only one avatar, she may kill you."

Val Farmini covered her mouth exaggeratedly,

"How could it be? Is she even more powerful than you, teacher?"

Philip seemed to have lost the interest in joking, and his tone became a little sleepy.

"Who knows."

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Today is Ella's second weekend in Champs NO.30.

The silver-haired girl flipped through the closet with a serious expression. After the court mage dress with both dust removal and warmth effects lost its effect due to multiple damages, she found herself in the embarrassing situation of lacking clothes to replace after every battle. .

Although she can temporarily weave spare parts through magic, all she can make is a simple gray robe that can cover her body.

That kind of thing looks like washed-out rags. Even when she was working in Henry's textile factory when she was a child, the uncle who was quite stingy in the impression would not wear such a rag bag for her. .

On the day of the Ascension, she folded and put away the commemorative robe of the court mage, and temporarily found a relatively simple Enoch civilian attire before she was able to leave smoothly.

Although Ella didn't really mind such things, as a girl who thought she was normal, the current situation was beyond her tolerance after all.

Champs Elysees NO.30 The daily necessities in the owner's house are purchased by the head maid, Ms. Annai. Judging from the maids, the former seems to have a good vision.

Ella looked through her closet seriously, and found that Anna seemed to have a tendency to dress her up as a little girl or a doll.

The cupboards were full of fluffy cake dresses in bright colors that were too fancy, or corsets for balls and other bolder designs.

Regarding this point, Ling not without vicious comments:

"Perhaps this is the stubbornness of a maid who has gradually exceeded the marriageable age, and her girlish heart that has nowhere to vent."

Although Ella can accept to satisfy the other party's a little naughty taste during this relaxing time in order to avoid trouble, at least this is not something that should be worn to Kraft a week later.

Otherwise, the scene she envisioned would develop in some extremely nonsensical direction.

"Professor Kleist, I'm here to fight with you!"

"Oh, Miss Williams, what a beautiful dress you have today."

Once I think of the picture of myself wearing this kind of thing and confronting the principal, the sense of humor and shame is about to overflow...

"Ling."

Ella yelped.

The short-haired girl was lying on the bed in a large font. After hearing the sound, she adjusted her posture slightly. Looking at Ella in front of the dressing table and the exaggerated decoration in the mirror, she couldn't help whistling.

"Are you going to some masquerade party? Haha, wait—"

A wide-brimmed hat heavily plumed was thrown over her face.

"I've had enough, accompany me to buy clothes!"

Chapter 15 Anecdotes

Ella hurriedly left the bedroom and came to the lobby on the first floor.

The head maid, Miss Anna, was sitting in a corner in a daze. There are now more than five servants in this mansion. Most of them are from the Wizards Alliance. In addition to handling chores, they are also responsible for maintaining the teleportation base. .