It turns out that Anse Air has a hidden teacher fetish?

Fisilis swept over Ansel quietly, but after only half a second of stopping, Ansel looked at it keenly, and the corners of his mouth were unclear: "Teacher, what are we going to study today?" ”

"Don't call me Sensei," Xu said, realizing that his tone was too stiff, and Fisillis said in the scrutinizing gaze of Anse El, "you don't have to call me that." ”

"That's not good, it's disrespectful to the teacher." Ansel said lightly.

"There is not much respect in my heart, and even if the verbal title is respectful, it is vain."

Anse El looked at him coldly, and Fisilis looked directly into his eyes, as if he had seen through everything: "There is always only one teacher in your heart, isn't it?" "Superficial kung fu, when the two of them are alone, you don't have to do it.

Ansel's eyes flickered, and he took the lead in looking away: "You know a lot. ”

"Didn't you say that?" Fisilis looked out the window, and there were more guards outside, "I'm a prophet. ”

"Why do you keep disappearing when you promised to assist me, Lord Prophet?" Ansel turned the pen in his hand, and his eyes were dark.

"I have my own business to do." Fisilis apparently didn't want to tell Ansel what he had done for a period of time when he would disappear every day.

Anse El wanted to kill this dangerous man who had repeatedly crossed his line, but he couldn't, he wasn't the emperor at the moment. Not to mention the suspicions caused by the sudden disappearance of the teacher, the strength of this prophet named "Fisilis" is also unfathomable.

No matter how many guards he assigned, the man was always able to leave quietly and then return in the open, as if mocking his weakness and incompetence.

Seeing that Anse El, whose face was cold, left on his own, Fisilis breathed a sigh of relief - today's content can be taught until tomorrow.

He could not tell Anse El, and every time he incarnated in spirits, it was in time to learn and absorb all the examples and knowledge related to "prestige, health, and peace" that he would not have before.

The god's vision and super understanding have been used by him in this regard, and if the other gods are still there, it is estimated that they will be ashamed to be with him. But even if he didn't, they weren't with him.

Fisilis thought of the dissatisfaction in Ansel's heart, because he didn't have to go out today, because he didn't have to go out today, but ......

"You said he wanted access to the Celestial Library?" Anse El groaned a little and agreed, preferring Fisilis to stay in the library than for the other party to go to a place he didn't know and leave his control.

A day had passed, and it was only when it was dark that Fisilis came out of the library, and Ansel rushed from the synagogue as soon as he received the news.

"You're out."

Fisilis noticed a solemn look on Ansel's face: "What's wrong?" Find me for something. ”

"I'm going to ask you a few questions."

Ansel said that there has been a plague in the Celestial Clan's territory recently, but this epidemic has never appeared in the history of the Celestial Clan, and what makes Ansel face it is that this matter has never appeared in his previous life, can it be said that he will change his fate with it?

Ansel realized that rebirth is not necessarily all good.

In other words, the outbreak of this epidemic may also be brought about by this person.

Fisilis didn't notice the scrutiny and suspicion in Ansel's gaze, and compared the situation that had occurred at the time of the outbreak of the plague in his mind, and thought with some uncertainty that it seemed to be somewhat similar to one of the curses representing the plague god.

As one of the few gods he had to deal with, Phisilis didn't really remember much about the appearance and character of the plague god, and only because the death that the plague god often brought was related to his power system, he would have some understanding.

However, after Fisilis said that this disease might be a plague and Ansel, before Ansel could speak, the high priest on the side first expressed his disbelief. The Celestial Race is blessed by the gods, and unlike other races, they will not get the plague, and compared to this, the high priest believes that someone has cursed it.

"It can also be considered a curse." Fisilis did not deny it, he saw that Ansel did not speak, and knew that Ansel was afraid that among the two, Ansel was more in agreement with the words of the high priest, which made him a little unhappy, but he did not express it, and explained rarely, "The curse of the plague god is expressed by plague or other diseases. ”

"How can this disease be cured?" Ansel asked in a deep voice.

"You have to look at the specific situation to know that different diseases require different things."

When the high priest went to look for the sick man, Fisilis called the blonde man who was also about to leave: "The plague god has long since died, and the Celestial plague appeared so suddenly, it may be that someone is making trouble with what the plague god has left behind. ”

"Yes, I see." Anse El said coldly, and walked away without looking back.

All the Celestial Squires could sense the alienation and indifference of the newly crowned Ansel to the Mentor of this title, but Phisilis himself didn't seem to mind that.

Fisillis could certainly sense that Ansel was not treating him well, but it was not important to him, or even beneficial. The worse Ansel's attitude towards him, the more his purpose may be achieved in the future.

But Fisilis soon realized that he was wrong. Because as long as there is a high priest, no matter how much Ansel hates the gods, he will not make a move to kill the gods, not only because the high priest is a faithful believer in the gods, but also because if there is no god, the position of the high priest will suffer a devastating blow.

The existence of the high priest is to communicate with the gods, and even the gods are gone, and the high priest naturally does not need to exist.

By the time Phessilis realized this, he had already had a great conflict with the High Priest, and it was self-evident which side Ansel would be on.

As a god who was once only treated as a blade and discarded, Fisiris never thought of considering the feelings of other people, and therefore, when the high priest was obsessed with the fact that the Celestial Clan would not get sick, Fisiris did not want to entangle, so he directly said: "God? Are you really sure your gods still exist? ”

The high priest's face turned pale all of a sudden: "What do you mean?!" ”

Ansel had a premonition the moment Fisilis' words came out, and immediately waved the others away, holding the black-haired priest who seemed to have suffered a huge blow, staring at Fisilis's pupils full of cold.

Fisillis was stunned by his gaze, and even though he didn't need to breathe, he didn't understand what the emotions that were churning in Fang Cai's heart at that moment were.

Seeing that Fisilis had received his warning, Anse El looked away and looked at the high priest with an uncertain expression, with a hint of concern and concern in his eyes: "Garth......"

The High Priest heard Ansel call his name, and came back to his senses for a moment. Ansel wanted the High Priest to go and rest first, but the High Priest insisted on getting answers from Fisilis, the "prophet".

"Why...... What would you say? Garth brushed away Ansel's hand and tried to grab Fisilis's arm, but Fisillis dodged away and grabbed only the cloak, which he was too close to see through the shadow of the cloak that was as clear as blood rubies.

Silver-haired red-eyed ......

Something flashed through his mind, but he was too focused on the information related to the disappearance of the gods, and the high priest didn't have the heart to think of anything else.

Seeing the high priest's back to Ansel, who was staring at him with warning and coldness, Phisilis lowered his eyelashes, hid the look in his eyes, and asked submissively, "What do you want to know?" ”

The high priest was stunned and pursed his lips: "My god, it's really ...... Is it gone? In the end, the high priest was reluctant to use words like disappearing.

Fisillis was silent, he could not lie, and replied lightly: "It is my fault that I did not make it clear, the gods enshrined in the altar have indeed not disappeared." "But, too, it's coming soon.

"What you said, is it true?"

“…… Prophet, you can't lie. However, the imprisoned god on the altar was not the one they believed in, and the prophet could not lie, even though he never admitted to being a prophet.

He, not lying.

Never.

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"I didn't lie, I didn't kill him." Half-kneeling on the ground, the silver-haired red-eyed god wearing cold armor said in an extremely cold voice.

However, no god would believe in him, in a sin god who was suppressed on the altar of God.

"Father, what Phisilis has done is too bad! It has long affected the balance of the world, and after killing the elf god who is also a god, he still tried to quibble in vain, without the slightest remorse! One of the most straightforward and righteous beast gods said angrily, "I think that he should be imprisoned under the abyss, in the sea of suffering, above purgatory, and never come back!" ”

In fact, the beast god wanted Fisiris to perish, but the fight between the high gods was forbidden, which made the other gods even more disgusted and hated Fisiris who was able to kill wantonly.

In the echo of the other gods, Fisilis looked up at the god sitting on the highest platform. He did not lie, and he could not lie, it was a prohibition given to him by the God of Creation, and only the two gods knew about it.

And he only injured the elven god, not even a serious injury, where the elven god went, he didn't know.

Phisilis knew that no matter what he said, the gods would not believe it, but as soon as the High God spoke, all the gods would be convinced, whether true or false.

In fact, this is not the first time that Fisillis has killed a god, but there are also high and low gods, and in the past, Fisilis killed only a secondary god, even if he died, it would only add another point to the god's fear and rejection of Fisilis. But this time, he killed the elven god, one of the eight main gods.

The creator god had protected Phisilis many times, and his long silence made the other gods think that this time they had done useless work again, but it was a pity for the elven god who died.

As a friend of the elven god, the beast god was unwilling to speak again, but all the gods heard the supreme god who had not spoken for a long time, and sighed slowly.

The supreme god stepped down from his throne and slowly walked towards the silver-haired god who was bound to the altar in chains, and he knew that such chains could not trap Fisilis at all, but he did not break free from his orders.

The power of the God of Destruction was much stronger than the other gods present. If these gods knew that Fisiris could easily make their existence disappear forever, would they still be so comfortable asking for Fisiris to be imprisoned?

The creator god thought this, and a smile crossed his lips, and this smile seemed so kind and tolerant to all the gods.

Seeing the figure he had most revered of, Fisillis bent down before him, stroked his long blood-stained hair, and gently wiped the golden blood from the ends of his hair, as if speaking very softly.

"Below the abyss, in the sea of suffering, above purgatory, that's where the fallen gods stay, not Fisilis."

Fissilis's pupils narrowed, and he heard the soft voice of the god come into his mind.

"Phisilis, the grievances of the gods have affected the functioning of the world...... You'll help me, won't you? ”

There is no doubt about this sentence.

Physiris looked at the creator god for a long time, and slowly, slowly, lowered his head.

He spread his wings.

- Pure white and immaculate wings, radiating the most sincere golden light of faith, dyed black from the roots, and spread rapidly until the entire pair of wings turned inky black.

The silver-haired god lowered his head, he heard the surprised and malicious voices of the other gods, and felt the divine power that pierced his bones, the divine power that destroyed his divine body was so familiar and unfamiliar, and his head lowered even deeper.

No god saw it, and the eyes of Phisilis, who was half-kneeling, flowed like blood.

- [If this is your wish, I will obey it...... My God. 】

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Phisiris, the sharpest blade in the hands of the creator god.

The first "fallen god" of the abyss.

A god deprived of his powers.

More like a believer in the creator god than a god.

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