Oops, I became the witch's substitute

"Come on, Lady Pandora! I will build a temple for you when I return."

The businessman swore that he had never been so pious in his life. He was scared to death and felt reborn.

A temple sounds like it is for enshrining gods, but in fact it can be for anyone. If it is small in scale, it is just a roadside statue with an awning. There are many nameless temples in the world, most of which commemorate heroes in history. Sometimes even ordinary people can be carried into the temple if they have the merit of saving the village.

After this round of heavy blows against the abyss fragments, Filin, who was manipulating the false puppets behind the scenes, was also surprised. He did not expect the speed to be so fast, and he couldn't even find which puppet it was.

I hope that after Pandora's puppet defeats the Abyss Fragment, it will begin to "contaminate" the opponent according to the rules planted by Fili, forming a new false puppet.

This change also caught Filin off guard. The deceptive puppets began to move, indicating that the rules given to them began to take effect and were able to destroy the weaker fragments of the abyss.

Filin plans to work harder. The promotion of books and bards is rather simple. Many people do not go to bookstores, are illiterate, and will not take the time to listen to the bards' nonsense. To target these people, Filin spends money to hire a group of people to preach at their homes, or to teach them popular science.

I don't ask everyone to believe it, but I hope everyone would rather believe it. At the same time, Filin also informed the royal family of the knowledge of the abyss fragments and the gray fog, and used fire to drive away the gray fog to ensure the safety of ordinary people to the greatest extent.

The Kingdom of Miriam believed the news released by the witch, and its security was greatly improved, but there were new developments in the Holy Kingdom of Arius next door.

They now have the goddess Marigold. The fragments of the abyss have also infiltrated her country. When the believers are in danger, the first thing they do is of course to call for help from Marigold. Unlike the merchants, most of the people here have recharged their faith. When they encounter danger and pray, Marigold can hear them, and if she hears them, she has to deal with it. As a result, her rebellious psychology came up again.

Marian wanted to be lazy, so she went to the Pope and said, "Order these books to be printed and distributed to the believers. If you encounter gray fog incidents next time, pray to Pandora and don't call me all the time."

There was a war going on in Kalan. The frontline soldiers kept calling for Marian when they encountered a disadvantageous situation. In the rear, the believers also called for Marian when the fragments of the abyss spread. Marian was not tired physically but mentally.

The Pope's face was now full of vicissitudes, and his eyes were twitching: "You must not do that, Goddess. How can you let believers pray to the witch? This will greatly reduce your majesty."

Marian waved her hand and said, "Open the situation. A disaster has occurred in Kalan, and the abyss and gray fog are spreading. As a goddess, I only provided a summoning spell."

The Pope sighed, stopped trying to persuade him, and turned around to prepare.

Marian thought for a moment and called the Pope again: "Wait a moment, this way, when you promote it, tell the believers that when they encounter the gray fog, they should first call on Pandora's kindness, and then praise me after it is over."

Jasmine doesn't really like going to work, she can only say that she has a sense of responsibility, but not much.

She began to understand the disadvantages of believing in God.

"What a trouble! Fili, please work harder and kill Pandora as soon as possible."

As the Arian Theocracy began to spread the story of the Witch of Hope, the lies spread further and radiated to neighboring countries. After a few days, merchants brought books to more countries, and the story about Pandora spread further.

Karan, Pandora, the witch of disaster, is now numb. In just half a month, the fear outside of Karan has decreased by 30%. The constant positive emotions make her suspect that thousands of people have used her name to help the old lady cross the road.

"That means the nightmare didn't hold them back. Good, very good."

Pandora was angry. After much thought, she decided to create some massacre in Kalan. The crooked dragon has not been very active recently, so she decided to let it combine with the power of disaster to become a more terrifying existence.

Chapter 166 There are wolves in front and tigers behind, and there is Feilin and Feili

Fili and Pandora compete against each other in coincidences and accidents. If Fili's strategy to create hope for Pandora is to take a step forward, then Pandora drives the crooked dragon to do the splits.

We were originally planning to attack the crooked dragon, and we were preparing to release the crooked dragon over there.

However, it is the poor people of Kalan who suffer in the end.

A medium-sized city, with black flames burning outside the city walls. The usually thick walls could not provide a sense of security today. The smoke and dust in the sky covered the sounds of killing in the city. The hurricane swept away the screams and wails, gathering together with the roar of a giant dragon.

"Hurry! Hurry! Go to the church!" The priest-warrior reluctantly escorted a family, the only living people he rescued from the nearby streets.

Gray fog fell from the sky, and huge shadows were raging in the fog. The priest warriors held the hands of the women and children, and hurriedly urged the men.

"Run quickly, don't look back! Once you go in, hide under the statue. No matter what noise is made outside, don't come out! Do you hear me?"

“I, I know… ah!”

The running man answered reluctantly, but something grabbed his foot just as he was about to step into the church.

The priest-warrior pushed the woman and child into the church, quickly turned around and opened a golden light curtain, breaking the gray fog that was wrapped around the man, then threw out a Molotov cocktail, forming a flame behind the man, and then pulled the man into the church.

"It's safe!"

"Thank you, Your Excellency the Priest!" The man was sweating profusely and breathing wildly, feeling lucky to have survived the disaster.

"Let's not talk about this for now. Go and hide!" The priest-warrior's heart was beating wildly. He always had a bad premonition and pushed the family into the church.

The clergy in the church rescued the nearest residents to some extent, but there were only a dozen people in the vicinity, most of whom were injured and cursed.

"Let the ordinary people go to the underground storage room. Those who are good at healing arts go down together to take care of the wounded. The palace knights and priest warriors gather together and go to the main gate." The priest warrior directed the people on the scene, then took a rope and put it around the statue in the hall. "Your Excellency the Bishop, come and help. Use the statue to block the entrance to the storage room..."

This is a male god holding a spear, majestic and solemn, in charge of war and protection.

Among the residents, a strong-looking man stood up and said, "Are you planning to stay on the ground? It's too dangerous. Let's hide inside together."

The priest warrior glanced at him and said, "We are going to use the Sacred Heart Barrier. Stop talking nonsense and go in quickly."

The Sacred Heart Barrier is a protective magic that can only be used from the outside. It has a long guiding time and good defensive effects. Its only drawback is that the caster can only be outside the barrier. Before killing the caster, even a divine being will find it difficult to shake the barrier.

The clergy of the church looked solemn, they gathered under the statue and received the strongest protection. If they could hold out against this wave, it would be fine. If not, they could use their own deaths to cover up the existence of the underground storage room. Those hiding underground would have a chance to survive for at least dozens of days, maybe they could be saved.

"That's great. Your sense of justice almost moved me." Pandora's voice came quietly, and the gray fog came quickly, covering the entire church in a few seconds. The visibility at the door and outside the window dropped rapidly until the close view was also covered. People began to hear fragmented wails and cries, and the innocent dead were calling everyone's name.

Several priests worked together to guide their magic. Golden runes blossomed, covering every corner of the room and blocking out the strange sounds.

People breathed a sigh of relief, and as the last ordinary person hid underground, the Knights Guardian quickly blocked the basement, pressed the entrance with the statue, and all the clergy activated the Sacred Heart Barrier together.

At this time, cracks appeared on the surface of the runes released by the priests, and the disturbing shattering sound gradually expanded, and finally broke into pieces with a bang.

Gray fog poured into the room through the gaps in the doors and windows, enveloping the clergy first. The clergy picked up torches, but they could only illuminate the area about half a meter around them.

"What……"

The priest-warriors raised their shields and stood shoulder to shoulder with their comrades, each of them glowing with piety.

Then, the density of the gray fog increased again, as if something appeared in front of the eyes in an instant.

"……people."

The bleeding head hadn't closed its eyes yet, but consciousness began to fade away.

Pandora stood in the gray fog, holding up the head of the priest-warrior with the magic power in her hand. A creepy chewing sound could still be heard in the gray fog.

Pandora stepped heavily on the body of the priest warrior: "Where is your god? Huh?"

Pandora waved her hand gently, and several strange monsters grabbed a palace knight and tore him to pieces: "When you need rescue the most, he can't come!"

Pandora clenched her fists lightly, and her head exploded into a ball of blood mist, which quickly lost its luster and merged into the surrounding gray mist. "Hey, people hiding underground, you are really lucky. At least you are not like the poor people outside who died without knowing anything. Well, although it is a bit late, it is a rare opportunity for us to meet. I wish you a happy new year. What should I give you? It is better to be in despair."

She looked up at the statue that was pressing down on the basement and made eye contact with the god. "I won't devour them all at once. These monsters will dig up your statue little by little, and then drag one person out every hour. The time will not be more or less. Maybe you have enough time to save them, but can you do it?"

Pandora clapped her hands, sensing the gradual dwindling of life in the city, and felt contented.

Just when she benefited from the sneak attack, her eyes suddenly focused and she looked towards an open space. She waved her hand quickly, and terrifying magic power exploded in the open space. When the smoke and dust cleared, Pandora saw that the empty space was full of cracks. At this moment, Pandora felt some kind of distant gaze, and with a little effort, the power of disaster poured into the cracks.

But the next second, Pandora found herself standing in front of the intact church again, and everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion.

Time goes backwards.

"...Asshole." Pandora cursed inwardly and stopped worrying about the church. She waved her hand lightly, and the violent dragon in the gray fog took a deep breath. The hot breath completely melted the church, turning it into a deep pit.

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"The Kingdom of Kalan is being invaded by the Black Witch. My lovely children, you will soon have a chance to prove yourselves. I will select the next head of the family based on your performance. Go to Kalan, fight against evil, and prove your worth."

Today, Filin received a letter at Miriam's Black Cat Pavilion. He was surprised that it was a handwritten letter from Count Xie, and the content of the letter surprised him even more.

"This is a test that will decide your life or death. Giving up the test is equivalent to giving up your own life. The child who survives at least proves that you are qualified. I will eventually confirm the heir among the survivors."

"Time is running out, kids."

After reading the letter, Philin felt a headache. In front was Pandora, and behind was Count Shit. One wanted to kill humans now, and the other announced death in the near future.

People like Filin who have received the mark are more or less aware of the family's blood curse. Most of the children want to behave themselves and live as long as they can under the control of Count Xie, but they didn't expect Count Xie to show his hand this time.

Less than two months had passed since the family banquet, and many people, including Enil, had just begun to implement their plans. The earl's letter suddenly caught them off guard, and those who received the letter were more or less at a loss.

Those who were more rebellious were already thinking about how to fight against the Earl, while those who were less rebellious were completely confused and they didn't even understand why they should go to Kalan.

Similarly, the Earl's series of actions also attracted the attention of the Stral Empire. The efforts of successive family heads consolidated the title of the Earl with real power. The king had no right to interfere in any matters of the Earldom. Morganna dispatched more than half of her elite troops to the expedition to Kalan this time. It was good in name, but in fact it was a thankless task. Currently, intelligence was limited, and the old foxes did not understand what Earl Abils wanted to do.

But the only thing they could understand was that Count Morgana's territory would be more empty than ever before.

Chapter 167: Enil and the Heroic Spirit

Count Xia took action, Fili took Serena around the land of Kalan, Felyn operated the image of Pandora, the witch of hope in the rear, and the descendants of the Morgana family acted with various emotions, among which Enil was the type who didn't care about anything.

Recently, Enier has been wishing she could split one day into two. She is either fighting or on her way to fight. She is fighting the demon.

Using the family's intelligence network, she learned that there were still demons in remote countries that had not been eliminated to this day. These were natural disasters that were sealed by people in prehistoric times. Even if they were unsealed, their strength could not be restored quickly. When the wisdom of Enil, a later man, arrived, the advanced magic technology caused a dimensionality reduction attack on the ancient demons.

Human or not, the art of throwing rocks will develop and improve.

The ancient demons have been sealed for thousands of years. They are useless except for their innate secret skills, and their use of magic power is not even as good as that of the young people in the magic academy.

If these antiques could sneak out and adapt to the version, they might even become powerful local powers. But if they are suddenly unsealed and fight against modern people, the situation would be like two swordsmen dueling and the opponent suddenly pulls out a plasma gun that is far ahead of the times.

In fact, Enil's talent is very ordinary, a talent that is close to infinite magic power. It seems that it is not even as good as Orfa's elemental mastery. However, these sealed demons are all antiques. Enil has conquered three demons during this period. He set up his home court on the spot, created the right time, place and people, and killed the antiques in one breath.

The good news is that her efforts are paying off.

The obsessions of the ancients were liberated, and most of the kind souls chose to return to the River of Souls. Enil tried to retain the souls of the heroes and was finally helped by two powerful heroes.

Of course, she could have recruited more Heroic Spirits, and there were males among the heroic souls she liberated, but considering that Heroic Spirits would be carried around, she released all the male Heroic Spirits.

Yisyi Sanjiu

The relationship between Enil and the Heroic Spirits is equal, and she truly regards her two Heroic Spirit sisters as friends.

The soul of a certain saint: "Morality? Bloodline? These are not issues. In order to maintain the purity of our bloodline, the saints of our clan always marry within the clan."

The tall and mighty female warrior soul: "No, you gave up just because your brother said no? It's your business if you love him. If it were me, I would find an opportunity for a bonfire party, drop some wine in the medicine and let him drink it, and then carry him back to do the work at night. As for the future..."

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The saint interrupted the warrior woman and said, "Is this love? This is lust! Our little Enil clearly wants to win the heart of the person he likes."

The female warrior touched her chin and said, "I heard there is a love potion? Witches are better at this, right?"

The two heroes floated beside Enil, talking to each other. Through the conversation, it was not difficult to understand why Enil chose them as friends.

The people in ancient times were open-minded and had fewer constraints. Their attitudes could not be said to be loyal to each other, but at least they were like-minded.

Originally, Enier wanted to continue capturing some... no, to subdue... no, to rescue more heroic souls, but she received a letter from her father and her journey came to an abrupt end.

"Ruined."

Unlike Ferrin, Erniele looked very calm when she received the letter from Count Abiles. She just stood there, terrified but calm.

The two heroic spirits slowly floated over and looked at the letter, not understanding the seriousness of the problem.

"What's wrong? Little Enil."

"You two, do you know the family curse I mentioned? From the moment you receive this letter, the curse will begin soon. I'm afraid I won't live long."

"The problem is very serious, so you have to find a way to improve your strength."

The female warrior held her chin. In her era, there was no classification of strength. It was only recently that she received new knowledge and understood the current system.

"You must be promoted to a hero as soon as possible and clarify your own path. Unfortunately, we don't quite understand this..." The female warrior thought for a moment, "We don't understand what the path is, but we know how to become stronger."

Enil's mental gears turned stiffly: "Tell me quickly."

The female warrior clenched her fist and said, "A good blacksmith must have strong tools himself. I have been communicating with you these days and found that the ancient cultivation methods have been optimized by you a lot, especially the reform of the magic system. An ordinary human being has the means to attack targets thousands of miles away. It's really scary. However, magic has become more convenient, and there are more long-range means. You have also slacked off. Many ancient methods have been almost abandoned, especially the means of risking one's life."

The Saint echoed, "Mira and I are from ancient times, but we can see that modern magicians are a bit puffy. Also, when you were destroying the demons, did you find that their bodies were very tough? If you hadn't made sufficient preparations, magic would have been extremely destructive and would not have been able to destroy their bodies at all."

Enil thought for a moment and said, "I remember there is a saying that these demons belong to prehistoric life forms. Their bodies are mostly the embodiment of nature, and they cannot be referenced by ordinary things. For example, the previous demon of steel flame is the embodiment of volcanic molten iron."

The female warrior floated in front of Enil and held up three fingers: "Let me put it this way. In my opinion, in addition to your rank, your strength can be divided into three categories."

This female warrior spirit was once a brave and powerful warrior, the offspring of a fighting nation, and a natural war maniac. In modern times, she would have learned the talent of running using magic while others are still learning to walk.

Even if it turns into a remnant soul or a heroic spirit, the talent and intuition are still there.

The female warrior then explained her own views. Based on what she had seen and heard this month, she classified the modern strong men.

The first type is called "false fat". They foolishly follow the practice methods to exercise at the right age and stay in places with abundant magic power for a long time. They are suitable for research but not for fighting. After all, fighting is also a kind of talent and not everyone is suitable for fighting. Although such people have high rank and strong magic power, they will be shattered when compared with experienced strong men.

The second type is the drug addicts. The saints and female warriors all lament the simple and easy-to-understand modern magic. In their time, awakening and using magic power was a low-probability event. It is different in modern times. The once rare herbal materials are now artificially cultivated. As long as enough money is paid, the flourishing magic potions can turn a pig into a transcendent. With proper training, this type of people can still have some real talent. The only thing that limits them is the path that truly requires spiritual feelings.