After leaving, Diason returned to the capital of Vic Province.

It's a Sunday, so the church is overcrowded. Diaxun didn't want to be seen by these people, so he swept away the spiritual ripples and confused everyone's attention.

The bishop, who was personally lecturing to the faithful, noticed a trace, but before he could speak out to remind others, he found himself in nothingness.

It was dark in front of me, and then it slowly brightened again.

The surrounding scenery has not changed at all, but the people listening to the scriptures in front of them have disappeared.

"Illusion!" The person who can be the bishop of the region is naturally not too weak, and immediately surging into a loop, forming a phantom behind him, which looks like some kind of totem.

But the illusion showed no signs of weakening, and Diaxun walked in leisurely through the door.

"Your Excellency?" the man saw that the visitor was originally like a great enemy, but when he entered a few places, he began to feel incredulous, but he still did not let his guard down, and was still trying to contact the fortress circle of the church.

Diaxun snapped his fingers, stripped him of all his magic power, and said, "Don't bother, if I really don't want you to find out, how can you detect me." He walked in slowly, not intending to make a move, but motioning for the bishop to sit down.

"I heard that something happened here, but you didn't bring people to help everywhere. Diahoon asked, sitting on a prayer bench.

The bishop was still suspicious, and the look of vigilance on his face had not yet been removed.

Diaxun was helpless, so he used Lin Yuan's power to forcibly press him on the chair and said: "What's the use of guarding, even if I return your magic to you here, it just gives you an illusion, you can't really urge your magic." To answer my questions, I was in a hurry. The Pope's tone was as flat as ever.

Feeling this tough attitude, the archbishop felt a sense of security, as if the Pope should be like this, so he finally let down his guard - or recognized the reality that he would not be able to defeat the man in front of him.

"Our church was also under siege and more than 200 believers from the neighborhood were taken into refuge. ”

"It says that there are only four great mages in the place, will you be blocked by a high-level mage?"

"I killed one. ”

"Then why don't you go out and rescue somewhere else?"

"This ...... Because my duty is to protect the church, if there is still an ambush in the place, I am afraid that it will be defiled. ”

Diaxun shook his head, seemingly disappointed by the explanation.

"Your duty is not to protect this pile of broken stones, for when the temple is gone, you can rebuild it, or if the statue is broken, you can carve it again. But when a person dies, there is no chance to come back. I am disappointed in you, for I remember that in the Apostle's hymn it was stated on this subject: 'I go out of the bay harbor for the people of the waves, I stretch my arms to protect the shore before the roar, I walk into the abyss to quench the wrath of the gods.' From then on, Yu Xiao was the color of the oracle. In the realm of the original two separations, all living beings are succumbed to the vast wandering, but they also reject the torrent of life with inexhaustible will. ’”

The bishop was silent, and the person who could become an archbishop did not memorize all the church scriptures upside down, and he naturally knew the gospel that Diason had said.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency. ”

"So, how am I going to punish you?" said Diaxun, clasping his arms.

"It's up to the Pope. ”

Diaxun nodded and stood up.

"Go and guard the Holy Tomb, and come back in three years - I hope you will understand in three years that we are not guarding the gods, the gods do not need us to protect them, we are protecting the beings that the gods love. ”

"I see. The bishop stood up and saluted the Pope, and when he looked up, he was back in the real world, where he was standing had not changed in the slightest, and it seemed that he had just felt that he had just sat down was an illusion. His movements remained in the position of his hands on his chest, and the congregation saw the archbishop's appearance and stood up to salute him, though they did not quite know why the recognized archbishop, who was full of wealth, was suddenly silent for a few seconds and then looked at his luggage.

The bishop looked up and saw a man with long black hair walking out.

He sighed slightly in his heart for a moment, smiled and said goodbye to the congregation, saying that he was leaving after finishing today's scriptures.

"I have just suddenly felt that my understanding of the church of the sages is too shallow, and I am afraid that I will lead you astray, so I hope that I can go to the Holy Tomb and sit for three years to see through the knowledge of the sages. As soon as this remark came out, many old people stood up and hoped that the bishop would not leave, because they had been listening to the scriptures for many years, and the more they had passed the years, the more they felt that the bishop had expounded the doctrine in a subtle and extraordinary way, but at this moment the bishop said that he was "too shallow", and how could they not be surprised.

"I guess I got God's guidance. With that, the bishop ended the day's lecture early.

The archbishop was so obsessed with the canon that he abandoned his name at an early age and let others call him a pastor.

There was also a strange thing that happened to him, which made his handouts even more magical.

Legend has it that he was a nerd until he was 100 years old, born into a family of traditional believers, and was infinitely devout to the god of the sea. Therefore, his daily life is to open the doctrinal scriptures and read them, and he has no intention of practicing. It wasn't until I was exactly 100 years old that my parents walked out of the study and started a real life.

Because his deep understanding of doctrine soon came to the favor of the church, it was also that year that he changed his name to a preacher. At one point, someone provoked him to say that it was useless to believe in the god of the sea, and he couldn't become stronger. His interpretation of the teachings was not listened to, and he began to practice after being beaten.

He was one hundred and fifty years old, and he still had no trace or experience of practicing magic, and he didn't look like a gifted person in any way.

But even so, he still resolutely chose to practice in retreat. I don't know if it's because I really won the favor of the gods because of my piety, but after just a hundred years, I became a high-level mage, and when I came out of the mountain, I met the end of the catastrophe a few decades ago, and I saw the devastating color of life and sorrow to gain enlightenment from it, and broke through the level of the great mage, and was recognized as a very likely to break through to the grandmaster level at the age of four hundred and become an elder of the church.

It's just that although the preacher is loyal, he always has the meaning of being stupid when he reads, he is not sensitive to changes in external things, and he is always a noble person. At the beginning, it was he himself who asked to come to the northern pleasure land of "ritual collapse and happiness" to spread the teachings, and then he was directly appointed as an archbishop, in fact, he did not interfere in anything other than preaching the scriptures all these years.

In general, he is a good old man, and even the people who once beat him have been forgiven by him.

After leaving the church, Diason went to the castle melee and closed his eyes, and the surrounding scene seemed to be rapidly regressing, returning to that night.

He stood on top of the remnants of the circle drawn by Mu En, and seemed to feel a little emotional.

Seven days later, Di Yaxun came to the imperial capital, under the pure white tower, two saints with black hair and white hair looked at each other not far away, looking like grandchildren, but in fact, the two of them were almost the same age, and very young.

"This is the last time I'll help your master and apprentice wipe their butts, if you really don't care about his life or death, why don't you leave it to me to teach, a good epic has been taught by you like this, what a waste." Diasun's voice was cold, and he could see that he was in a bad mood, especially when he saw Tavasis.

"How did he get to look like this?" asked Tavasis calmly as if he hadn't heard Dialson's sarcasm.

"Because of my superb talent, I forcibly drew a fortress circle, and because my will was too strong, I tore off the thread of my soul. ”

Tavasis frowned, "Then he shouldn't be ...... Crazy?"

"Do you really think I'm as bad as you? I told you that in the hope that you would find someone to watch him and prevent him from having any more accidents. It's good that you even sent his mother's Ansher out, and deliberately didn't let them meet, are you cerebral palsy?"

Tavasis looked a little displeased, but he didn't lose his temper.

"I have my thoughts. ”

Diaxun smiled angrily, pointed to Mu En, who was lying between the two, and said, "This is the result of your idea?"

Tavasis stomped on his scepter, "Dioxun, it's almost done. ”

"What? you want to do it?" said Diaxun, looking extremely defiant.

The arcane aura around Tavasis began to surge, but after a few minutes, it subsided.

"I don't want to discuss this with you," said Tavasis, "what should I do now?"

"He triggered the insurance mechanism I left behind, and he won't go crazy, but he won't wake up either. ”

"What then?"

"Do you only ask questions?"

"If there's a way, I still have to wait for you to say?"

Seeing that the two of them were going to fight like this, it was at this time that Raventon came out to save the scene, and the old man's words finally stabilized the mood of the two "young and vigorous" saints.

Walking into the secret vault of the tower, Diaxun suddenly remembered that there was such a good thing when he saw the soul cup, and turned his head to Tavasis and said, "It's not completely impossible, but it's very risky, are you going to try it?"

"Say it. ”

"Just crush and cultivate the soul cup you made for him, I can swap the two souls, but he may lose a lot of memories, and the exact amount of loss depends on the last time you have synchronized. ”

"Can you do it?"

"Is there anything I said I can't do?"

Tabasis nodded, "Then do it, I took this piece of soul chips when he was born." ”

Di Yaxun looked a little surprised, raised his eyebrows and said, "You finally did something useful." ”

When the human soul is first born, it is still a time when it is unstable, and it has no effect on the number of people, but if it is after the age of twenty, because the physical development rate of sub-elves and humans is about the same, it will have a great impact if the soul is taken after that.

And this kind of soul chips taken out at birth are extremely plastic, and after long-term cultivation, they can even return their owners to a near-normal state.

The so-called almost normal means that there will be no big problems in life, and there will not be a general situation of frailty, sickness or even inability to take care of oneself.

"Another difficulty is that although I can return him to his normal state, his main soul is already full of holes and can no longer feed back the soul chips, so his growth ceiling will be limited. Diaxun said.

"To what extent?"

"You have to stop steadily at the level of the Magus, and if you do more, you may not be able to control your magic because the strength of your subconscious mind is not enough, causing the circuit to burn on its own. ”

That is to say...... He has to find a solution to his own soul before he becomes a magister?"

"Yes, I will keep this soul of his for the time, and let him come to me when the time comes. ”

"Why are you suddenly interested in his soul? ”

"I don't mean to be interested, it's just that I don't believe in your abilities. ”

......

In fact, if this piece of soul crumb is cultivated for a period of time, Mu En's soul can be more tenacious, and if it is cultivated for decades and then put back into the body, then Mu En still has the capital to become a saint.

However, there are no concerns, because the extremely malleable soul chips may have some unstable factors in the process of cultivation, resulting in the final product not being the result that the saint wants to pursue, compared to Muen, who has been cultivated for many years, is more in line with Tavasis's requirements.

But because this soul chip is too weak, if you want to integrate into the body, you still need to sew the soul, and you also need to stretch it in some extremely subtle way, and then simulate all the memories that Diaxun spied on it, and I am afraid that only he can do this kind of ability in the world.

In the blank room, Mu En lay alone on the stone platform, looking serene, with his hands on his lower abdomen, like a sacrifice to be given to the gods first.

His face was white and flawless, and his long, pale blonde hair looked extraordinary in the gradient glow of magic, making it hard to imagine how much suffering he had already experienced in his life.

A lot of suffering is said to be light, as if he just used too much force to end up like this, and there is no impassioned struggle in it, and there is no courage to overcome a thousand difficulties.

fell on the white paper, just a fluttering sentence of "headache".

What does that feel like?

Simon had asked him a long time later, and he said that he couldn't remember it anymore, but it just hurt, but his mind didn't leave him with a clear memory of it.

So people always seem to remember what they eat, maybe it's because life itself is so hard, and you just want to make yourself better.

Diason drove everyone out, including Tavasis, who did not enter the room.

He looked up and looked around at the pure white color, giving a sense of holiness.

Sighing, he reached out and waved, absorbing all the light in his palm and sinking into the darkness of nowhere.

In the pure black world, it is as if all matter has disappeared, and it seems oppressive and terrifying, as if it is floating in some unknown place.

But such an environment can bring a rare peace to the Pope's heart.

He walked to the stone platform where Mu En was lying, and he didn't need to look at it with his eyes to know everything around him.

In the extreme colorlessness, Diaxun kept breathing, could it be that such a thing was a very huge challenge for him?

Mu En's soul cup had added a few cracks due to entering the environment by mistake half a year ago, but as long as the destruction of the container did not take effect, it would not have much impact on the soul chips in it. Even if there were some effects, with the healing power of the newborn soul, it had already recovered as before.

Behind Diaxun rises a complex totem that looks like some kind of alien beast, but in fact it is the result of the entanglement and overlapping of the magic circuits that Diason senses.

And the most amazing thing about this circuit is that it is like some folk craftsmen, it will look different in different directions, and Diaxun's circuit is such a skillful that even if you just deviate your head, you will find a completely different scene.

His circuits, like his talents, are innumerable.

The deep light suddenly lit up and then shattered, and he unleashed all of his magic, which was absorbed and expelled by the building materials in the room, the pure white boulders used to absorb it.

This stone is very magical, although it looks the same as the main building material of the pure white tower, but in fact it is very different, the original color of this stone is gray, very repelling magic, after high temperature calcination, it will turn white, and the white calcined side will actively receive magic, and then if one side is calcined, and the other side will maintain its interest with the climax technique will form an effect similar to an exhaust fan, and when used to make a room, the space inside it will become a vacuum of magic power.

However, this is not practical, and cannot be used simply to aid in combat or to hold prisoners, as the texture of the body is too fragile to be used in such rooms for surgeries where magic may affect the outcome.

Diaxun emptied all his magic power, but his spirit was incomparably bright, he raised his hand, and an identical spirit appeared like this, but it did not detach from the body, and it looked like he was glowing.

The arm fell and stopped in front of Mu En's chest, but the arm of the spirit body rushed directly into Mu En's body, and was peeling off the cocoon for him and carefully taking out his soul.

Because Di Yaxun's soul sewing skills can be said to be unparalleled in the world, although Mu En broke free of some of them, but there are actually still a lot of sights after triggering the protection mechanism, so at this moment, Di Yaxun seems to be competing with himself, both to cut those silk threads and ensure that Mu En's soul like a broken flower and a willow will not wither in an instant.

A few hours later, the spiritual power carefully lifted Mu En's soul out, and the posture was raised as if he was swearing the birth of the Holy Son.

He then quickly placed the soul into a new container, crushed the original one, and released the soul inside.

This is the most complicated part of this soul sewing, and it is difficult to stretch this weak soul apart and keep it from being as full of holes as this body.

This step made even Pope Diaxun, who has S-class Vientiane, work sleeplessly for three days and three nights.

Since ancient times, it is easier to kill people than to save them.

After last night's operation, even Diaxun felt a little overdrawn, and in his exhaustion, he suddenly remembered that there had been a time in a place where the patient's family had beaten or even killed because the doctor had failed to save the patient's life, which made him angry at the moment.

But he had no choice but to become the Pope, and there were too many things that could no longer be as passionate and courageous as before.

I only wish ...... The good in the world will eventually triumph over the ugly.