Wizard: I can refine everything

Cults are a very common problem in this world.

Workers who see no hope for the future and lack comfort in life are the breeding ground for cults. Various cults and underground associations are very common among workers.

This is why Barnard's eldest son went to Ben for treatment.

None of them care about workers, and only Ben can be invited.

But several knights who protect the religion think that Irwin's decision to blame the cult and fool around is unreliable.

Bishop Tyer is not a fool. He sent them to investigate, but they found out that a cult murdered Bishop Orson.

This kind of fooling around will never pass.

Seeing his doubtful eyes, Alvin slowly said, "If we don't blame the cult, we'll just wait for the end.

The Royal Court faction has been very aggressive recently, and even the Grand Master is slightly leaning towards the Royal Court faction. If we can really find any clues about this matter, it would be fine. But the current situation is that we can't find any clues.

More than a month has passed, and no matter how many clues there are, they should be invalid now. I even have some doubts now, whether Bishop Tyer will send someone to kill us, and then disguise as the Royal Court faction, so as to start a war against the Royal Court faction and win over the Grand Master."

"But the cult is really not good." A knight said helplessly, "How could those mobs quietly kidnap a prosthetic bishop? Bishop Orson is not a weak waste, his prosthetic is definitely the top level of the church."

"Ordinary cults can't do it, but the Abyss Church can."

Alvin took out a pocket from under his cloak, and the sound of crystals colliding could be faintly heard when the pocket was shaking.

"Abyss Blood Crystal, the spoils left behind when I wiped out the Abyss Cult's stronghold."

Hearing the name of Abyss Blood Crystal, several knights who protected the cult were shocked, and some even unconsciously took a defensive posture.

"Captain, you are crazy! You dare to keep this thing!" A knight said in horror, "If you are infected with this thing, even the Grand Master can't save you."

"I know." Alvin said calmly, "So I added some protection to them."

As he said, Alvin took out three transistors. In the transistors, the bright red crystals flashed a strange light under the gas lamp.

"Abyss Blood Crystal also needs a medium to seduce creatures to swallow. As long as it is sealed, Abyss Blood Crystal can also be used as a decoration."

"Then what do you mean, Captain..." The knight who was sent by Alvin to carry out the task of investigating the cult said hesitantly.

Alvin's voice was extremely calm, like a real machine, and he said what he meant.

"Just give them these things. A lurking Abyss Cult is enough to deal with Bishop Tyr."

"... This will kill many people, captain." A knight said reluctantly.

Alvin looked at him, his tone without any fluctuation.

"Then you come up with a plan that will not offend anyone. If you can, then I will definitely listen to your command."

The knight was silent. The current situation is a dead end. If they enforce the law impartially, they will definitely offend Bishop Tyr, and may even lead Bishop Tyr to send people to attack them and turn them into a horn to attack the Royal Court Party.

But if they obey Bishop Tyr, the Royal Court Party will inevitably become their enemy.

If the Royal Court Party wins the final struggle, they will not have a good result.

Compared with these two biased decisions, the cult is undoubtedly the best plan. This plan will not offend the Royal Court Party, and it can also let Bishop Tyr let them go.

And the price is just the lives of some slaves.

Compared with the future of these knights who protect the religion, the lives of these slaves are really cheap.

"If you have no objection, do it."

"Yes, Captain."

...

While Ben was playing the role of a saint in the East City District, Orson was not idle either.

Through some channels unique to Bishop Tyr, Orson came to a manor outside the royal court after some disguise.

On the surface, this manor belongs to a well-known businessman in the kingdom, but its actual controller is actually Bishop Tyr.

When encountering troubles or any research problems. Bishop Tyr will take a special car to this manor to spend a period of indulgence.

Although the Church of the Lord of All Machines and the Church of the Lord of Flesh and Blood are mortal enemies, the attitudes of the top leaders of both sides are very ambiguous at ordinary times.

Bishop Tyr has a body made by the Church of the Lord of Flesh and Blood. When he indulges in pleasure, he will shed his steel body and return to his original flesh and blood body to enjoy the pleasure from his body's instincts.

Not long after Orson came to the manor, Bishop Tyr came to the manor.

A luxurious steam locomotive passed through the gate of the manor and stopped in front of the door of the hall. With a click, the locomotive door was opened, and a servant walked to the door and lay on the ground in time. Soon, Bishop Tyer, who was only 1.2 meters tall, stepped on the servant's back and got off the locomotive.

"Take me to see him."

"Yes, sir."

Crossing the hall, Bishop Tyer came to a corner. After moving the decorative painting in the corner, a mechanical sound came into Bishop Tyer's ears along the wall.

The ground sank, and Bishop Tyer came to a secret passage. Following the end of the secret passage, he came to a room made of alloy.

In the room, his good student Anson was holding a glass of red wine, shaking it slowly.

Seeing the teacher coming, Anson stood up from the chair and saluted respectfully.

"Teacher."

Bishop Tyer walked over to sit opposite him and asked calmly, "You disappeared at a very bad time. What happened that made you disappear for a month without leaving any information?"

Anson sat down again and replied in the same calm tone, "It was force majeure. Compared with the reason for my disappearance, I think you should look at this first, teacher."

As he said that, Orson took off his left arm and handed it to Tyer.

Tyer frowned slightly. He was a little unclear about what his student wanted to express. Because of his disappearance, he misjudged the situation, causing the conflict between the church faction and the royal court faction to deepen again. Now it is almost to the point where no middle faction survives.

This is not a good thing in Tyer's view.

But after taking Orson's prosthesis, Tyer's face suddenly changed.

He weighed the weight of his arm in disbelief, and then disassembled the arm prosthesis into several large parts at an astonishing speed. Looking at the simple but delicate mechanical structure inside the prosthesis, Tyer fell into confusion for a while.

"What's going on?" Tyr pointed at the prosthesis and said in shock, "Without the crystal core, the mechanical structure is so simple. How did you do it?"

The moment he took over the arm, Tyr noticed the change in the mass of the prosthesis.

This prosthesis is too light. Even if all its internal parts are made of the lightest alloy, it is almost impossible to be so light. Moreover, at this moment, he also keenly noticed that his students did not carry energy backpacks on their backs.

Without the support of energy backpacks, how can these prostheses work so precisely?

He just saw his students shaking their wine glasses leisurely.

But the answer his students gave him was very strange.

"Teacher, do you still remember the theory of the Ovis sect?"

The theory of the Ovis sect? Bishop Tyr searched for a long time in his chaotic memory, and finally he finally found the theory about the Ovis sect.

"There is not only one world... You mean this thing..."

"Yes. It comes from another world." Orson answered straightforwardly, "I was taken away by an alien creature during the days I was missing. From him, I saw a technology called alchemy. This technology is extremely sophisticated. It can change the properties of metals and use a few runes to complete things that we need complex structures to complete."

Tyr did not speak immediately after listening. He disassembled the prosthesis again and again, and finally turned it into a piece of parts.

He took these parts in his hands and looked at them over and over again. Finally, he said, "What does he want?"

"I don't know, but as of now, he just wants to build a church, a church open to everyone."

Tyr was stunned after hearing Richard's purpose.

Build a church? Or a church open to everyone? Why is this kind of church so familiar to him?

"His idea is very dangerous." Tyr replied, "But the Abyss Church has the same idea as him."

Anson heard what his teacher meant and replied, "He is not the Abyss Church. His sect... is hard to describe. The Abyss Church is so difficult to find because the Abyss Church members never resist. Under the power of the Abyss, they will be full of energy and will be very obedient to their positions, thus evading the scrutiny of the church.

But his church is different. He seems to be planning to change the status quo and make those slaves live better."

"A reformer?" Tyr concluded in his heart.

"But you also know the influence of the Abyss Church on the church. The church has always been willing to kill the cults by mistake rather than let them go."

Anson shook his head slightly: "Teacher, I think you misunderstood a little. I didn't come here to reach a cooperation with you. I came to recruit you to join the church."

Tyr was stunned by what Anson said. Inviting him to join the church, inviting him, a cardinal who is second to none in the Church of the Lord of All Things, to join a cult?

Is he crazy, or is this world crazy?

But looking at the prosthesis that he had disassembled into parts, Tyson was a little shaken. The new road was right in front of him, was he going to give up?

Impossible, he couldn't give up the technological revolution. But it was too stupid for him, a cardinal, to become a member of a cult.

Tyr's heart suddenly moved, and a bold idea came to his mind.

With his power, he might be able to catch the alien creature. As long as he caught the alien creature, there would be a technological revolution, and the cult would be wiped out, which was killing two birds with one stone.

"I want to meet him." Tyr said.

"No problem." Richard's voice came from behind Tyr.

Tyr's face changed, and a burst of explosions came from his prosthesis. But before he could make any moves, his prosthesis suddenly locked and did not move.

As the bishop of the Church of the Lord of All Machines, his prostheses are made of the most advanced technology and the most advanced materials. In terms of combat effectiveness, even the Grand Master of the Knights of the Church could not do anything to him.

But now, he lost his combat effectiveness at the first sight.

Richard moved his hand away from Tyr. Without alchemical protection, Tyr, a third-level creature whose body had been transformed, might even be killed by a second-level wizard.

Anson moved away from his chair and gave up the seat facing Tyr. Richard sat in front of Tyr and smiled:

"Hello, Bishop Tyr. I am a sage of the Order of Miracles. Now, I think you should give up the idea of ​​capturing me."