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

"He wants to exchange the "Book of Three Days" with a relic containing divinity, and more than that, Philip promised to protect the believers you developed in Paris when necessary. "

"He needs to use the characteristics of that book to maximize the effect of his ritual."

The price Philip offered was more than just a divine relic. This sentence contained a lot of information worth pondering over and over again.

First of all, Ulysses Philip showed that he has control over the parish where the "Silver Angel" is located. He can definitely take action to cause extremely huge casualties to the believers, which will have a great impact on Ella's stable state.

This means that even if the cunning master of illusion has not recovered, at least he has recovered a certain degree of mobility, and he has not been dying or falling into a deep sleep because of the previous battle.

This is a kind of demonstration, but it is also a sign of weakness.

He admitted frankly that he is in Paris now, and if Ella chooses to use the believer's ritual to complete her descent immediately, it will be difficult for him to escape under the joint efforts of several demigod wizards.

Under these premises, Ella could accept the deal.

Although the Book of Three Days is very powerful, after the prototype of the Kingdom of God is completed, its effect of creating a Kingdom of God-like environment is repeated.

What's worse, after this sacred object was completely unsealed in battle, it was completely polluted by Lilith's divine power. Facing the terrible pollution that is hard to resist.

On the other hand, its depraved characteristics also make it difficult for wizards to accommodate it as a divine crystal.

At least in the previous test, the compatibility of Brunhilde, who was expected to be high, was very bad.

An out-of-control bomb like this might as well be exchanged for something that can be used.

As for the divine relics in Philip's hands... As far as Ayla knows, he has at least part of the remains of the son of Abhoth and the dead hand of the old Enoch's holy object.No matter which one it is, it has a certain use value.

"Which relic is he willing to use in exchange?"

"Cain's left hand."

Corpse Hand... Ella recalled that the queen tried to use it to save herself during her lifetime. Perhaps the corpse hand could help Ling seal the crown better and extend its use time.

"……I agreed."

At the same time as Ayla nodded, she let go of her hand as if feeling something, letting the rough puppet float on its own.

Her will contributed to the fulfillment of certain conditions.

The puppet collapsed inward, twirling, forming a grotesque mouth that had decayed.

This seems to belong to the ability of a certain deceased girl...

It can retain or transfer items to another space through treacherous connections, but originally this ability is difficult to interfere with the interior of a divine kingdom even through a medium.

Ella probably guessed something,

Although the owner of this signature magic is long dead, her teacher somehow restored and strengthened it.

His mouth squirmed a few times, and he spat out a jade-like flawless severed hand.

"Just give it to me?"

The girl was a little surprised.

"This is the sincerity of that person."

Ayla felt that she could regard this as a conscience discovery of a certain dark wizard and a resource contributed to the alliance... Forget it.

She shook her head mockingly, then raised the scepter in her hand.

Tom felt that there was something wrong with his eyes or his brain. What he saw was definitely a scepter of joints inlaid with black gemstones on the top, but his brain couldn't match it with the concept of "staff", as if there was a scepter completely different from himself. The same voice repeats in the head "it's a book, it's definitely a book..."

When Tom thought or observed seriously, this dislocation and contradiction made him feel sick and dizzy.

The common sense of mysticism made him close his eyes immediately, empty his mind, and neither observe nor think.After a few seconds, the strong sense of awkwardness receded like a tide, and Tom's back was completely drenched in cold sweat.

"That makes it a little more honest."

Ayla distorted the form of the "Three Day Book" with contradictory authority, barely achieving some sealing effect.She used more strength, and the current Three Days Book is a strange short stick no matter what it looks or feels like.

Tom tried to hold it up and found that he was no longer affected by it.

"You have one day to get it into Philip's hands, so start now."

"Take my words to Philip."

She paused, and her voice gradually drifted away in the wizard's ears.

"I hope he will give people a choice. Not everyone is willing to give up their human identity in order to survive... I will always stay here, fulfill my mission, and make a final attempt for this world."

Before he could say anything, the wind and snow blurred Tom's vision.The surrounding environment changed again. Looking at the slightly crowded Scottish town in front of him, he realized that he had been invited out of the Kingdom of God.

Tom Miller was a little dazed to find that he had cut off all contact with the channel of the Kingdom of God, even if he went to chant the name of the executive, he would not get any response.The silver brooch representing the executor on his chest dimmed, and the glorious oath that bound him in the past was completely invalid at this time.

This is both a punishment and a gift, and his future actions will no longer be bound by the silver banner, but the same-Tom is no longer the executor.

He turned his stiff body almost sluggishly, turned his head to look at the castle surrounded by white roses, and became at a loss for a while.

Although he had expected it, he still fell into a huge confusion, which is the inevitable price after making a choice.

After an unknown amount of time, Tom's expression became determined again.

There was one more thing he had to do... one last thing.

Chapter 145 The Undead Under the Lead Cloud

Tom Miller's understanding of space is not enough for him to complete the long-distance teleportation alone. If he wants to reach Paris from Glamis within a day, the fastest way is still to use Kraft's contact points in various cities. Portal.

However, he is no longer the executor.

Thinking like this, Tom pinched the corner of the dim brooch, and barely raised the corners of his mouth, revealing an ugly smile.

Another of his past companions, the wizard Connor, is now continuing to fulfill his mission in the form of a heroic spirit.

He intends to take Mr. Connor away from this place, but unless there is an order from Miss Dandelai, the heroic spirit will not accept his dispatch.

He put the brooch in his breast pocket, held the scepter in one hand, lowered his hat brim, and went to the train station in Glamis to buy a one-way ticket out of here.

The wizard train can reach a maximum speed of eighty miles per hour. He plans to go to a slightly distant city and use the wizard portal for non-executors to go to France.

Generally speaking, very few unofficial wizards have enough resources to build teleportation nodes, and they generally charge quite expensive fees to complete magical smuggling.

Tom, who used to be an official, has a few places where this kind of business is done because of the needs of a few secret missions.

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"Lucky for you, there happens to be a teleportation in an hour and a half."

"But at most it can only send you to Caen."

This is a dimly lit space, with wooden counters and strange props placed on both sides, unidentifiable dry plants mixed with flowers in vases or drawers, it looks like a country witch doctor's residence .

A fierce-looking man wearing a leather peaked cap and missing half of his ears sat behind the bar. He glanced at the wizard in front of him and stretched out five rough fingers.

Tom nodded, and took out two twenty-pound notes and a ten-pound note, but the other party didn't take the money, but shook his head with a gloomy face.

"Five hundred pounds? Rudos, are you serious?"

Tom froze, and his expression became a little weird.

This price is at least ten times higher than in the past, and it is still not a short distance from his destination.

"Don't look at me, there is a war over there, and many hidden teleportation points have been affected. Here... and here, everything is useless."

He poked heavily on several locations on the map with his thick and short fingers.

"Now we only do transportation business once every three weeks and temporarily add people... The five hundred pounds is already for the sake of your helping me before."

The man looked him up and down for a few seconds, lowered his voice slightly:

"In order to help you, I need to take considerable risks."

The identity that Tom used to contact them before was the peripheral personnel of the executor.

In Ludos' view, a person like this cannot use the official internal transmission channel, and now he has to come to him to go abroad, probably because he intends to—no, most likely because he has done some unscrupulous activities and is wanted.

Tom nodded, took out a dark blue magic crystal from the inside pocket of his jacket and pressed it on the table.

Magic crystals are a hard currency among wizards, especially in this special period, and there is a slight premium over five hundred pounds.

Ludos took the crystal and quickly stuffed it back into his pocket, for fear that the other party would regret it.

"make a deal."

But Tom just nodded, opened the wooden door behind the counter and entered the narrow passage.

He doesn't care about money now, as long as the matter can end smoothly, everything else is not important to him now.

The wizards wearing hoods and masks hiding their faces stood in the room at the end of the passage, and there was a stone disc carved with intricate patterns in the middle of them.

The wizard presiding over the ceremony used a carving knife and a chisel to repair some blurred lines and symbols on the disc, and poured the luminous liquid in the glass test tube into their grooves from time to time, so that the complex circles were lit up one by one.

This has already taken about half a day. The caster's way of making the disc and the materials they can use cannot compare with the executor's. Every time a teleportation is completed, the former needs to be repaired and refilled with magic power.

Those complex symbols and graphics are stable formulas they obtained after countless experiments, which can point to the coordinates of a known space. Unlike the executor who can directly fix the coordinates in the form of a spell during the casting process, they can only use burning A stupid way to get accurate and clear results.

"Okay, in another quarter of an hour, when the magic power is completely stable, it will be able to be transmitted."

Tom glanced at his pocket watch. It had been less than six hours since he left Glamis, and he had plenty of time to go to Paris.

After a short period of dizziness, Tom, who had the most experience in teleportation, regained consciousness first, and the location of the teleportation point was fixed at an underground casino in Caen.

He quickly lowered the brim of his hat, put the short stick wrapped under the black cloth under his spacious overcoat, stepped up the stairs, pushed away several gamblers shouting in French, and left.

He is now only less than [-] kilometers away from the destination in a straight line, whether he chooses to take the train in the city or simply fly, it will not take too long.

After a little consideration, Tom chose the latter, and he didn't want to be involved in any possible troubles.

More than half a month ago, Tom once visited Sedan, and under the spiritual sky there were countless dead souls floating in the sky.

This is a terrifying scene brought about by the war. The dead souls did not dissipate quickly in line with common sense, but were suspended under the lead cloud that seemed to be unchanged from ancient times, staring at the burning karmic fire with their confused and godless eyes. earth.

In a sense, these newly born revenants are harmless, and will not interfere or attack the living on the ground.

But there are too many of them. The dead breath gathered by hundreds of thousands or even more dead souls has already affected the climate of this land. In the foreseeable future, this winter may last several months longer than before. time.

Occasionally, some phantom figures in tattered cloaks can be seen wandering over the cities and plains. They look a bit like the gods of death in ancient legends.

These strange spirits, which have not been recorded in the archives, harvest the souls wandering on the battlefield, and put them into the blood-stained rag pockets behind them.

But the number of these weird spirits is completely incomparable to the latter. The disappearance of dozens or even hundreds of souls is like the sea losing a handful of sea water.

Tom unconsciously lowered the altitude of the flight, trying to stay away from those dull souls, but as they approached Paris, they became more and more dense.