Thanks to the retrieval of the family guard, Evan was lucky enough to regain his share of the reward.
However, because he ran out for a wander and ended up in danger due to his carelessness, he was severely punished by Duke Carrot.
Even if you choose to travel and explore, you must put your personal safety first!
The family's eighth-level guards are not omnipotent, and even ninth-level guards are not guaranteed to be able to walk sideways on the mainland. Therefore, do not blindly put yourself in a dangerous situation at any time.
No matter any treasure resource is replaceable, only yourself is the root of everything.
I was lucky enough to save my life this time, but what about next time?
In order to strengthen Evan's impression of this, after the Duke handed him part of the reward he deserved, he directly ordered him to return to Fengjin City to practice and develop the territory, and strictly prohibited him from continuing to travel.
The ban will not be lifted until his strength reaches the seventh level.
Evan was trained like an ostrich in front of the Duke, shrinking his neck and almost retracting into his clothes.
.….….
On the other side, in the temporarily opened cave.
"Well……"
Feeling the cold and hard stimulation on the back of his body, the blond young bishop opened his eyes in pain.
What comes into view is the dark and cramped cave wall.
He realized that he was still lying on a rough rock altar at this moment, his limbs and neck were tightly bound by magic shackles, and all the equipment on his body had been stripped off.
Only a piece of underwear was left, retaining the last bit of dignity for him.
He wanted to break free, but there was no magic power in his body, and he even felt a huge sense of weakness. It seemed that the source of his spiritual sea was damaged.
Snap, snap, snap...
Perhaps sensing his awakening, the sound of gentle footsteps gradually sounded, approaching from far away.
The young bishop tried his best to open his eyes and look in the direction of the person, but he was unable to do so because his neck was restrained.
But soon, he no longer needed to make this effort;
A familiar hooded figure in black robe 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 words with enough weight 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!
Without checking, he was directly involved in the power of the 'holy object' and lost consciousness.
When the always-bright white light in his eyes dissipated, it could be seen that the original color of his eyes was a strange light golden color, just like the rising morning light, pure and transparent.
In fact, if you look closely, you can find that the bishop's face is actually younger than when he looked at it from a distance, and even looks a little childish.
"Don't be so excited... There are more interesting things waiting for you, lackey of the false god."
Under the layered hood, Anvis imitated the tone and tone of the priest of the Moon Calling Secret Cult. His voice was hazy and difficult to distinguish.
"Despicable heretic... you will be haunted by darkness. Even when the final judgment comes, you will not be saved or exempted!"
Listening to his voice, the bishop on the altar gritted his teeth.
"Thank you for your blessings and may the true eyes always be on your soul."
Anvis didn't care at all about the bishop's gritted teeth.
His spiritual origin was severely damaged, he temporarily lost all his strength, and his limbs were still bound by high-level magic. Now the bishop could only talk and talk on the bed... on the altar.
However, after all, he was once at the eighth level, and the bishop's mental defenses were still strong. Even though he was seriously injured and lost his strength, he still had no intention of wavering.
Therefore, Avis needs to open a little gap in the surface of his mind.
"Look at this, what a fun little gadget."
Looking into the bishop's ice-gold eyes, Anvis slowly raised his right hand, picked up the circular bright holy emblem on his fingertips, and waved it in front of the bishop.
Ignoring the bishop's angry gaze, Anvis spoke on his own.
"See, your pathetic symbol of the gods is like the entire world you know, tightly bound in such a small circle."
As he spoke, Anvis exerted slight force on his fingers. A dark and ominous magic power surged out from his fingertips and wrapped around the surface of the bright holy symbol, violently eroding the holy power on it.
"However, light is ultimately no match for the powerful darkness."
As he moved, the [Sacred Emblem of Light] engraved with sacred lines gradually began to deform between his fingers.
"You...you are an unforgivable heretic!"
Under the young bishop's dizzy gaze, as Anvis's fingertips closed completely, a faint white light flashed through. The hollow Holy Emblem of Light was completely destroyed in front of him, leaving only a few dark ring fragments.
Helplessly witnessing his Holy Emblem of Light being eroded by the power of the old god, this extremely sacrilegious act like a ritual made the bishop's breath suddenly shorten. The anger rose again, even to the point of rage.
"Angry?"
The hood trembled slightly as Avis opened his mouth.
"So, what if that's the case?"
As the words fell, several dark ring fragments suddenly floated up on their own and rejoined.
Holding the reassembled ring, Anvis spoke with a faint tone.
"I wonder if you have heard of a ritual called Destiny Parasitism and its effects."
When he heard the word "parasitism of fate" spoken by the 'priest of the Moon Calling Cult' in front of him, the bishop's eyes suddenly widened.
At the same time, as if to corroborate the bishop's guess, a human figure wearing the bishop's previous clothes, but without any facial features, suddenly appeared in front of the bishop.
"It seems that I don't have to waste any more words."
Along with Avis's dark and unintelligible tone, the figure's face suddenly began to fluctuate, and his 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's just one last thing missing."
Looking at the figure next to him who looked exactly the same as the bishop, but with his eyes closed tightly, Anvis smiled and raised the black holy symbol of light, showing it to the bishop's eyes.
So, under his gaze, the dark color of the ring suddenly faded away and returned to its holy silvery white color. But the dark alien power within it is still clearly discernible.
Seeing Anvis personally hanging the alienated 'Sacred Emblem of Light' on the figure's chest, a strong chill suddenly rose in the bishop's heart.
In this violent mood swing, his mind suddenly trembled, revealing an undetectable gap.
For a moment, something unknown began to slowly grow in this gap.
