"Every single shot of the gods is a holy thing, am I already on the path to becoming a god?"

There are many descriptions of holy relics in the Light Bible, and the utensils used by the true God, the tears of the true God, the clothes of the true God, and the body and fluids of the true God will be contaminated with a strong divine nature and have incredible power.

Now this kind of thing has fallen on Charles.

Charles experimented with making holy water, tried all kinds of liquids, none of them were a medium that could melt the power of light, and finally he found a large jar, but it was made by mistake.

It's really an unexpected operation with a lot of waves.

Charles once watched an old movie in which the male protagonist was a winemaker who got up in the middle of the night and mischievoked water in the winemaking jar, but by mistake made a famous wine for hundreds of miles. (There really is this movie)

But holy water is not a fine wine, it is a gift from the gods to the world, so what does this gift have to do with the charr?

After careful consideration, Charles finally determined that after having the special stardust in his body that stored the light power of the true god, he had formed a magical fit with the "light power of the true god" under the coexistence of day and night, and all the liquid in his body was a suitable medium for the fusion of divine power.

Charles was ruthless, slashing open his own skin, and dripped a vial of blood from his teeth, infusing a wisp of light.

A bottle of golden-red liquid rich in divine power was formed.

"Sure enough, the upper limit of the divine fusion of blood is much higher than that of water. ”

In Charr's spiritual vision, there was a significant difference between the spiritual power molecules contained in the two "holy waters", and the power in the blood was far more and stronger than the other, and it was also more irritable and domineering.

With the dissolution and balance of the power of light, the smell of blood and the smell of in the two "holy waters" slowly converged and disappeared, leaving only a faint energy fluctuation contained in it, and this fluctuation was in the eyes of the monk of light—the divine power of holiness.

"So many Night Cultists worship blood sacrifices, it seems that blood does have a special effect of communicating divinity!"

In any case, the panic of the "holy water" is rounded, Charles is sure that the effect of these holy water is a hundred times stronger than those in the church, and those "holy water" have a certain exorcism effect, so I don't know how strong the power contained in these holy water I concocted.

"Let's test the results!"

Xia Erzhong walked out in a hurry, and his experimental little white rabbit was now hungry and thirsty.

Abdul-Jabbar's performance last night was very satisfying to Charles, not only did he have a full stomach, but he also got a small half bottle of very good red wine, and after eating and drinking, he lay down comfortably in the freight carriage where he was imprisoned, and he felt that this kind of life was not unacceptable, and the treatment when he served the divine envoy was not as good as now!

I am not from a dark night aristocracy, I have suffered and oppressed since I was a child, and where I am most bitter and tired, it is a good place for a dark night commoner like myself to show his skills.

With a fairly good talent, he finally survived to become an entry-level night transcendent - the Nightcrawler, but he was caught by a daze and took on the great mission of "killing into the hinterland of light" for others, and was loaded onto the ship with the same unlucky divine envoy, and traveled thousands of miles to the Lorraine region.

The Lorraine region is indeed rich, but the power of the Church of Light is also very strong, and the Lord of God has taken away a little bit of freshness from the Lord of God, and it would be good if he could drink some soup and water.

If you want to drink red wine? Dream on! This high-end red wine was a luxury that only the great nobles could enjoy in the dark night realm, and the common people could only drink the strange smell of black water.

"That's it! You can eat enough, you can drink, and you can live one day at a time!"

"Bang Bang Chang Chang"

The shack of the carriage was lifted, and a ray of morning light poured in, disturbing Abdul-Jabbar's good dreams.

However, Jabbar was not qualified to release his anger when he saw that it was the terrible Charles, and quickly asked humbly, "Great Marquis...... Is there anything Abdul-Jabbar can do for you?"

"If you want to serve me, then you have to see how strong your perseverance is!"

"My Perseverance ......"

Abdul-Jabbar's face glanced, as if he didn't think he had anything like that.

A small bottle of "regular holy water" was taken out by Charles, and the cork was uncorked before pouring it on Jabbar.

"My lord, I didn't make a mistake, don't kill me!"

Jabbar was distraught, locked in the corner of the freight wagon, yelling in fear.

"Shut up, it's just a few drops, and it's not for you to drink the whole bottle, what's the howl?"

"Lord Marquis, a few drops will die!"

Jabbar burst into tears, as a Night Cultist, he was very sensitive to the power of light, and the small bottle in front of him was even more terrifying to his eyes than the most violent poison.

Charles thought for a moment, dipped a thread in a little holy water, and forcibly smeared it on Abdul-Jabbar's pants.

A puff of green smoke floated up, and the thick pants couldn't stop the holy water's hatred and desire for darkness at all, and it caused a strong killing effect on Jabbar in an instant.

With a wave of his hand, the barely visible "Darkdance Blade" sliced through Abdul-Jabbar's pants, revealing a large area of skin that had begun to burn black.

"Rub!"

Charles quickly cut off a layer of flesh with his hands, and finally stopped the trend of continuing to burn, and these few seconds of work had already split Jabbar's tears of pain.

"Well, you still have some perseverance, this is your reward!" Charles left a large bottle of red wine as compensation, and walked away triumphantly.

With the lid of the carriage closed, Abdul-Jabbar wiped tears and snot from his face, and held the large bottle of red wine tightly in his arms and sobbed.

"I just want to live, why is it so hard?

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Charles walked back to his tent with cheerful steps, originally just telling a little lie, using "holy water" to temporarily cover up his sensitive identity, but he reaped an unexpected joy, and accidentally mixed the real holy water, which was very beneficial to his next plan.

Although Charles does not necessarily need holy water when facing the dark cultists, his knights definitely need it, and the night patrol team of the church will smear holy water on the arrows and blades to increase the lethality of the night creatures, and their own warriors can naturally follow suit and improve their combat effectiveness when fighting against the dark cultists.

At the door of his tent, Charles sees his butler Roy and his sister Olive waiting for him.

"Master, Viscount Sangray has been kneeling outside with his clansmen all night!"

Charles was originally very happy, but when he heard Bourne's words, his face suddenly turned cold, "Oh! do you mean they don't have to kneel?"

"I'm sorry sir, Roy knows it's wrong!" Roy, the butler, lowered his head, calmly stepped aside, and gave up his place to Olive Live.

"Charles, I know that the mistakes they have made are unforgivable, and they will kneel as long as you want, but some of the children fainted on their knees last night, did you come forward to reprimand them and punish those children in a different way?"

"It's because I have children that I'm angry and annoyed, those fools who think they're smart dare to use children to threaten me, I won't spare them......"

Charles was genuinely furious.

Last night, Charles arrived at Nancy City with a team of knights, but did not enter the city, and camped outside to rest temporarily, much to the surprise of those who had been waiting for him to make amends.

Those people are all members of the Chevalier family, and they have the same blood in their veins as Charles Chevalier, but the Charr line is a family lineage, and they are family branches.

However, after the old marquis had been killed in battle a few months earlier, Charles had not followed Olive to Nasser after he was in danger in Spaya, and Olive had to lead a group of young knights and vassal nobles of the Chevalier family to rescue the Charr in Sbaya.

Needless to say, these people are some speculative wallgrass, watching between Charles and Viscount Bono in order to gain the best profit.

So Charles didn't intend to spare them, and when they asked to see them during the party last night, they just blocked them out of the camp.

But these people are also single, and their wives and children have been pulled over and kneeling all night, not even a few years old.

It's hateful!