Pastor Ron, the little white face who almost staged a restricted plot in the ring, had a blank expression on his face, how could he become a hero? Can you still be promoted to Pastor of the Silver Chamber? Morias is dead, and he has no money?

Looking at Ron's confused eyes, Sharela smiled, like Cersei, the more she knew about the aliens, the less wary she was of them, they were also human, and there were far more mediocrity than geniuses.

While the Europa's economics god-killing plan amazed all the gold-coin priests who knew the inside story, many of these aliens were fools who couldn't even understand addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division.

Shareela originally thought that these aliens were on average the level of economics professors, but now they dare to use the complex financial products of aliens to defraud Europa officials of their funds, compared to the banks of aliens, the Church of Waukin, with a real god and a thousand-year-old history, obviously has an advantage.

"Don't understand?" Priest Sharela smiled and explained, "Morias is a corruptor who has taken refuge in Chaos, and you are the hero who killed him, and you broke his head in front of tens of thousands of people. ”

"I killed Morias?" Pastor Ron pointed to his nose, "But everyone knows it's the ......"

"It was the Seris who killed him, right?" Pastor Sharella laughed disdainfully: "Tomorrow morning, the news will say that you killed Morias, and all the records left on paper record that you killed Morias the Corruptor, and in a few months, who will remember the truth of this incident?" ”

"But what's in it for me?" Reverend Ron couldn't help but shrink his neck at the thought of the wealth and influence that Morias had left behind.

"Morias is a corrupter, he's finished, both in the biological sense and in the social sense." Sharella shook her finger, a little disappointed in Ron, these simple rules among the foreigners even her, the native, understood them, and as a result, the stupid silver priest still looked so stupid: "His warbands will be disbanded, his businesses will be confiscated, his wealth will be confiscated, and anyone who shows closeness to him will be quarantined and censored." ”

"What awaits them when the time comes, it won't be as easy as it is for you." Sharela gave Priest Ron a roll of the eye, and she was now certain that the priest was promoted to the rank of Silver Priest was definitely because Morias needed a well-controlled puppet and paid for it.

But that's fine, such a person is easier to control, and Sharela's thoughts tossed and turned in her mind a few times, and changed again and again.

"You're going to be treated as hero propaganda, and that's the church's investment in you." Sharela sighed, which is also the weakness of the Wojin Church: "You will be the pride of the church. ”

Because of the nature of the Church, they seldom appear to be such shocking heroes, but often come out as clergy who betray God to save their lives and give money and retire, and are often ridiculed despite their prodigious wealth.

Now there is such an opportunity to publicize the valor of the Wojin Priesthood, and it is undoubtedly a win-win opportunity.

Pastor Ron also gradually showed a timid smile under Sharela's gaze, as if he had been blessed with a curse?

When Pastor Sharela left with the relics, the more Pastor Ron thought about it, the more excited he became, he killed Morias, he was a hero!

Pastor Ron was going round and round in his cell, the limited space could barely contain his infinite courage, his back was more erect than ever, he was a hero, he was the pride of the church!

His breathing became more and more rapid, his face turned unusually crimson, his heartbeat sounded like a basketball hitting a wall, and the dust in the corners of the earthquake flew up.

He's a hero, he's proud!

Reverend Ron's footwork grew faster and faster, as if something was about to leap out of his mind, and an indescribable excitement drove his footwork to spline up.

He's the hero who slays the Chaos Demons, and he's the one who really killed Maurias!

Reverend Ron stood in front of a wall and stopped, his chest erect unusually as his heart had swelled to the size of a basketball inside him, and with a burst of laughter, a sound of soap bubbles popping came through him.

It was the sound of his heart breaking.

Yet Reverend Ron laughed maniacally as if he were unconscious, repeating, "I'm a hero!" I am the hero who killed Morias! ”

A large amount of blood flowed down Ron's pores, quickly soaking the priest's robes, and he screamed as he slammed his face against the wall.

"I'm a hero! I am the hero who killed Morias! "Reverend Ron was so powerful that he smashed his forehead to pieces with just a few blows, revealing the yellowish cerebral medulla beneath his skull.

Poof! Poof!

However, that didn't stop him from hitting the wall any further, and Reverend Ron's head was just below the nasal cavity, still shouting, "I'm a hero!" I'm ......."

Poof!

Reverend Ron's entire head smashed against the walls, splattering the entire room with brain medulla, blood, and bone fragments, except for an unrecognizable jaw hanging from his neck.

In the next second, a blood-colored bud grew along Pastor Ron's esophagus, like the most bewitching peony, slowly blooming, a new head gradually took shape in the flower, and his facial features gradually became clear from blur, and with a hint of evil smile, he finished what Pastor Ron did not finish: "I am, Morias." ”

No one knew that Morias had been reborn in the prison of the Europa, but the followers of Slaanesh throughout the Old World fell into a carnival, as if celebrating yet another triumph of the conspiracy of the Lord of Desire.

In a few towns behind the Maginot Line, there were even unsheltered assemblies, and the cultists of Slaanesh had a disguise far superior to that of other evil gods, and they were always able to start with the most basic human desire to reproduce and quickly blend in.

As a logistical supply point for the Maginot Line, these towns were frequented by Europa soldiers on weekdays, and a large number of indigenous women stayed here to enrich the service industry, and these people could easily become a breeding ground for the Slaanese faith.

This is the case in the town where Richard lived, and as a believer in the god of war, although he never frequented those shady places, Richard never lacked friends of the opposite sex.

After all, Richard Pastor has this standard tough guy face, some people like his rugged charm, some people like his muscles, and some people simply fancy his status as a god of war priest, and Richard Pastor does not refuse to come.

But the night was not going well with Richard, and his bed partner seemed to be particularly excited and trying to tempt him to try some kind of addictive drug.

Reverend Richard immediately sensed that something was wrong, and was smoking his cigar and pressing his friend into a bathtub filled with cold water to force him to calm down, he counted the time and pulled his head out of the water: "Say, who sent you?" ”