Chapter 225 The Miserable Bishop

Thanks to the recovery of the family guards, Evan was lucky enough to regain his part of the reward.

However, because he ran out to play, he ended up in danger due to carelessness, and he was severely taught a lesson by Duke Carrot.

Even if you choose to travel and explore, you must put personal safety first!

The family's eighth-level guards are not omnipotent, and the ninth-level guards are not guaranteed to be able to walk sideways on the continent. Therefore, at any time, don't blindly put yourself in a dangerous situation.

No matter what treasure resources are replaceable, only oneself is the root of everything.

This time I was lucky enough to save my life, what about next time?

In order to strengthen Evan's impression of this, the Duke gave him part of the reward he deserved, and directly ordered him to return to Fengjin City to practice and develop the territory, and strictly prohibited him from continuing to travel.

The house arrest order can only be lifted until his strength breaks through the seventh level.

Evan in front of the Duke was trained like an ostrich, constantly shrinking his neck, almost shrinking back into his clothes.

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….….

On the other side, in the temporary cave.

"Hmm..."

Feeling the cold and hard stimulation on the back of his body, the blond young bishop opened his eyes in some pain.

What came into view was the dark and narrow cave wall.

He found that he was still lying on a rough rock altar, his limbs and neck were tightly bound by magic shackles, and his equipment had been stripped off.

Only a piece of underwear remained, retaining a little bit of his last dignity.

He wanted to break free, but there was no magic in his body, and he even felt a huge weakness, as if the source of his spiritual sea was damaged.

Pah, pah, pah...

Perhaps sensing his awakening, a light footsteps gradually sounded, from far to near.

The young bishop tried to open his eyes wide and wanted to look in the direction of the person coming, but he couldn't do it because his neck was bound.

But soon, he no longer needed to make such efforts.

A familiar black-robed hooded figure appeared in his sight——

"You..."

Seeing the familiar black robe, the young bishop's eyes suddenly widened, and a fierce and cold anger burned in them. His throat rolled violently, and he couldn't find enough words to vent his anger!

These despicable pagans actually attracted his attention with a false holy grail, and then used the power of the holy object to secretly attack him!

Because of his carelessness, he was directly involved in the power of the "holy object" and lost consciousness.

When the white light in his eyes dissipated, it could be seen that the original color of his eyes was a strange light gold, like the rising morning light, pure and thorough.

In fact, if you look closely, you can find that the bishop's face is actually younger than when you saw it from a distance before, and even a little childish.

"Don't be so excited... Pseudo-god's lackey, there are more interesting things waiting for you."

Under the layered hood, Avis imitated the tone and voice of the Moon Calling Secret Cult priests, and his voice was hazy and difficult to distinguish.

"Despicable pagan... You will be entangled in darkness, and even at the moment of the final judgment, there will be no redemption and exemption!"

Listening to his voice, the bishop on the altar gnashed his teeth.

"Thank you for your blessing, may the true eyes always look at your soul."

Avis didn't care about the bishop's gnashing words.

The spiritual origin was severely damaged, temporarily lost all strength, and the limbs were bound by high-level magic. Now the bishop can only talk on the bed...altar.

However, after all, as an eighth-level, the bishop's mental defense is still solid. Even if he is seriously injured and has lost his strength at this time, he still has no intention of wavering.

Therefore, Avis needs to open a little gap in the surface of his mind.

"Look at this, what an interesting little thing."

Looking at the bishop's cold golden eyes, Avis slowly raised his right hand, picked up the circular Holy Emblem of Light with his fingertips, and shook it in front of the bishop.

Ignoring the bishop's angry eyes, Avis spoke to himself.

"See, the symbol of your pathetic god is like the whole world in your cognition, firmly bound in such a narrow circle."

As he spoke, Avis's fingers exerted a little force. A dark and ominous magic power surged from his fingertips, wrapped around the surface of the Holy Emblem of Light, and violently eroded the holy power on it.

"But, light, after all, cannot defeat the powerful darkness."

As he moved, the [Holy Emblem of Light] engraved with sacred patterns gradually began to deform between his fingers.

"You...you unforgivable pagan!"

Under the young bishop's bloodshot eyes, as Avis's fingertips completely closed, a faint white light flashed. The hollow Holy Emblem of Light was completely destroyed in front of him, leaving only a few black fragments of the ring.

Helplessly watching his Holy Emblem of Light being eroded by the power of the old gods, this extremely blasphemous act, like a ritual, made the bishop's breathing suddenly quicken. His anger rose again, even to the point of rage.

"Angry?"

The hood trembled slightly, and Avis spoke.

"So, what if this is the case?"

After the voice fell, several pieces of black fragments of the ring suddenly floated up by themselves and reassembled.

Holding the reassembled ring, Avis spoke in a deep voice.

"I wonder if you have ever heard of a ritual called fate parasitism and its effects."

When the bishop heard the word fate parasitism from the 'Moon Calling Cult Priest' in front of him, his eyes suddenly widened.

At the same time, as if to confirm the bishop's guess, a human figure wearing the bishop's previous full set of clothes but without facial features suddenly appeared in front of the bishop.

"It seems that I don't have to waste any more words."

Accompanied by Avis's dark and incomprehensible tone, the figure's face suddenly began to fluctuate, and the figure gradually changed.

Slowly, a face that made the bishop even have the illusion that he was looking in the mirror appeared in front of him.

"A perfect masterpiece, but there is still one last point."

Looking at the figure next to him who was exactly the same as the bishop but had his eyes closed, Avis smiled and raised the black holy emblem of light, showing it to the bishop's eyes.

So, under his gaze, the dark color of the ring suddenly faded and returned to the holy silver-white color. But the dark alien power in it was still clearly discernible.

Seeing Anvis personally hang this alienated ‘Holy Emblem of Light’ on the figure’s chest, the bishop suddenly felt a strong chill in his heart.

In this violent emotional fluctuation, his mind suddenly trembled, revealing a tiny gap.

In an instant, in this gap, some unknown thing began to slowly grow.