"Noah, congratulations to you, you will soon be able to serve as the bishop of the church...and I am still just a little nun doing odd jobs."
Maggie said with a smile.
Noah scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
"Don't say that, Miss Maggie."
He raised his finger, and shadows instantly spread throughout the room. The corpses of the white cat missionaries were immediately shrouded in pitch-black "shadow coffins," and then condensed into a ball and placed in Noah's palm.
"Go back, send them back to my king's kingdom of God, and sleep beside my king..."
Noah said softly.
Maggie also gave up the idea of joking and nodded seriously.
After the Polaris team said goodbye to Noah and the other three, they also left. Although this S-class mission failed, Brother Beizi's main goal had actually been achieved, and the next step was to prepare for the promotion of the Saint.
Everyone in the team was very happy about this.
Moreover, they have made contact with the Dawn Church, which means they have recovered the organization. They may be able to join in the future.
Wait for everyone to leave.
Outside the empty and silent residential buildings, there was only the sound of gunfire and artillery.
More than ten minutes later, the air fluctuated and twisted, and three straight figures walked out. The leader was none other than President McNeil of the History and Ceremony Association.
His eyes stopped for a moment, looking at the corpse on the ground, and he was silent for a long time.
"Shaquille is dead."
McNeil sighed.
Behind him, a woman wearing a brown turtleneck trench coat said:
"The Church of Dawn is not that easy to deal with. It is careless."
McNeil didn't reply.
He calmly raised his hand and waved.
Wow…
The sound of pages turning suddenly sounded all around.
The large, empty room seemed to be cast in a layer of dim light.
The outlines of the floor, ceiling, walls and windows began to be pulled away, layered on top of each other, exuding a dark color, and then, as if time was going back, the picture began to rewind.
From the moment Noah and others entered the room to the time Shaquille arrived, he was hypnotized by the song as soon as he had time to make a move, and was immediately covered by the shadow until he fell to the ground and died...
President McNeil and the two members of the "Secret Sages" behind him watched silently without saying a word.
The "playback" scene was reflected in their eyes.
Soon, McNeil moved his fingers slightly, and the scene went back again, and this time, it stopped at the moment when the magic scroll appeared and Noah's song sounded.
"That's the key to Shaquille's downfall."
McNeil said calmly.
Another male sage with long hair shawl said:
"The scroll made by the magic demigod contains the power of angelic hypnosis... This is the breath of the Sighing Lady Dominia."
The female sage said in a deep voice:
"This group of people came prepared. Not only did Shaquille's trap fail, but it was also tied around his own neck... and it even helped the young priest transform into the [dark side]."
"The Church of Dawn has been hiding in the old spiritual world. We can't get much information. Now it seems that the three ladies of pain have become the object of worship of the Church of Dawn. Apart from the known cat gods, there are four god-level gods. Angels, including Lady Bleak, the king of angels, are really difficult to deal with..."
McNeil said, looking at Alex again.
"This guy is very strange. Please be careful if you encounter him in the future. I suspect that he is a fictional character created by an angel of destiny. He has the characteristics of immortality and carries a powerful magic object on his body."
The two people behind him nodded solemnly after listening to the president's words.
McNeil took a step forward, and the earth demigod [Grave Digger] unleashed its sequence ability. His figure was actually covered with a layer of dim light, as if blending into the historical scene.
He walked directly to Alex's "corpse", bent down and took off an Ouroboros-style ring from his finger.
But at this moment.
McNeil frowned.
"Anti-divination artifacts? Or to enhance power and status..."
He murmured, and his face immediately turned cold.
"The aura of the King of Blue Clothes. Hey, he has been dead for so long, and he still wants to protect these people under his command?"
McNeil clenched his palms tightly and pulled the snake ring out of history. There seemed to be a painful hissing all around, and the other two members of the "Seven Sages of Secrets" then saw a scene coming from a distance. Come.
It was a small white snake, curled up in the hands of the bespectacled young man, and then lost its breath of life.
Both of them heard the young man's exclamation.
He couldn't help but sneer happily.
"With this token, His Majesty the Recorder will definitely be satisfied."
McNeil opened his palm and stared at it with his dim eyes.
The snake ring, covered with a dim yellow color, was lying quietly.
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Deep in the spiritual world, in a secret space created by humans.
Here there is an endless expanse of ice.
The biting cold wind blew violently, carrying snowflakes as sharp as knives, roughly washing the entire snow-white world.
Deep in the heavy snow with extremely low visibility, a plain stone round table was placed on the vast expanse of ice, with a dozen figures of various sizes sitting around the table.
"As the organizer of this gathering, I would like to propose a toast to you all."
Gentleman Snow held up the wine glass carved from ice crystals and said with a smile.
The cocked feather hat on his head and the white fur cloak were all dancing in the wind, like an elf in the snow.
Everyone was silent and just raised their cups symbolically to indicate.
In the quiet environment, only the arrogant earl said:
"A toast."
A long while.
Wearing an ancient khaki bishop's uniform and a high hat, the scroller who looked like a mummy played with a snake ring in his hand and hissed:
"I have obtained the key to entering 'Wonderland', Garcia, are you interested in participating?"
Dagon, who was sitting at the other end of the round table, frowned slightly.
"'Wonderland' is the Cang King Divine Kingdom, which was formerly the old spiritual world... Not only does the cat god live there, but now the three ladies of pain have joined them. Are you sure you want to rush in like this?"
"That's why I chose to cooperate with the 'Earthly Esoteric Cult'."
The examiner smiled lowly.
"With the help of the ancient gods, the Cat God and the Three Ladies of Pain are no longer obstacles... After you and I join forces to enter the fairyland, we have priority to seize power. Even if there is an accident that makes things impossible, we must destroy the fairyland and destroy the world." A possible promotion ceremony for a king.”
Dagon Garcia pondered.
His gaze swept across the ancient gods around the round table. Among these beings, the weakest ones were at the angel level, and the strongest, Mr. Gudao, even faintly surpassed him.
This gave Dagon a little more confidence.
"Destroy the fairyland...are you planning to force King Cang to take action, thereby interrupting his angel promotion ceremony?"
"good."
The examiner said calmly.
At this time, the hat boy, who was squatting on a chair with most of his body hidden in a retro pointed hat, said sharply:
"What are you going to do? Leonid...don't forget, what we want is 'no return home'. If you can't help us capture it, then cooperation is best avoided."
"Without 'no return home', cooperation is out of the question."
Count Xuegu repeated.
The examiner glanced at the hat boy and laughed hoarsely:
"Of course I will not forget this important condition of cooperation, but to be on the safe side, the plan is to use the Pope of Dawn Church as the entry point... In his hands, he controls the authority of Wonderland."
"A mere saint, leave it to me to deal with it then."
The emerald bird with the head of a bird and a body in a formal dress said calmly.
Mr. Gudao, the tallest and strongest man, spoke with a powerful voice:
"Then I will be responsible for dealing with the cat god. The three ladies of pain will be handed over to the captain, Mr. Snow and Xishan. The other secret cult members will follow you two. How about it?"
The scribe and Dagon thought for a moment and agreed to the proposal.
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wonderland.
At night, a bright moon hangs.
This is a "wonder" that Floy spent several years and reluctantly used [Les Misérables] and the power of Wonderland to create.
Countless fairyland residents marveled, praised, and even sang loudly for this.
Every night, in the City of Cats and the City of Light, many residents look up at the moon and pray to the gods in their hearts.
But what they don't know is.
The purpose of Pope Floy's move was pure and simple.
He is just waiting for one person for a vow.
Above the huge round pale star.
In the silent darkness, a simple three-story apartment stood here, surrounded by the vast gray land without any life.
On the first floor of the apartment, there is a flower shop surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows. It is filled with all kinds of flowers, and there are two cups of steaming scented tea on the table.
There is a metal nameplate hanging on the side of the apartment door.
"Seven Denton Street."
A long while.
A figure came down from the second floor.
It was Floy who was wearing a black dress and an apron on her chest. With a smile on her face, she walked into the flower shop alone with two plates of food.
Putting down the dinner plate, he elegantly tied off his apron, folded it neatly and put it aside. Then he sat alone on the chair, staring out the window as if in a daze.
The beautiful purple eyes were reflecting the dead darkness and the empty gray earth.
"Five years, Master Jack..."
The girl murmured.
"Floy is on the moon, but why haven't you come back yet?"
He raised his right hand, looked at the two rings on his middle finger and ring finger, and fell into recollection and contemplation.
It was an ivory snake ring and a ring set with purple gemstones.
The longing in Floy's heart is growing day by day, which is particularly consistent with this lonely environment, and is in sharp contrast with the bustling and bustling fairyland world under the moon.
He has now reached the end of the Black Sun Sequence Four [Immortal]. All the conditions have been met early, but he has never attempted the promotion ceremony of the Sequence Three Demigod [Ember].
"Those who are embers, those who are extinguished by fire still remain, living toward death..."
Floy murmured.
"But I don't dare, Lord Jack...Floy is afraid of never seeing you again, worried about living up to your trust, and no one can control the wonderland."
I don’t know how much time has passed.
The scented tea and food were completely cold.
Suddenly.
Floy was awakened from her daze by the sound of prayer.
He sighed and slowly walked out of the flower shop.
As soon as he came out, his image suddenly changed. His original casual black dress turned into a wide and solemn black robe and cloak, with a papal crown on his head.
His expression also turned indifferent.
Floy turned into a ray of black light, descended from the moon, and landed straight in front of the Dawn Church in the City of Cats.
Noah, Maggie and Alex were all waiting quietly.
Seeing that Noah had been promoted to the Conspiracy Saint, Floy's eyes flashed with surprise, but before he could congratulate him, he saw Noah hurriedly raise his hand.
In the open palm, there is a small white snake that has curled up into a ball and lost the breath of life.
"Please forgive Pope Floy. The white snake left by Mr. Jack was destroyed by the enemy in my hands..."
Floy frowned slightly.
He carefully took the body of the white snake, and after a while, he said coldly:
"History and Ceremony Society!"
(End of chapter)
