Simon had long anticipated the possibility that the High Priestess of the Dead Word might directly attack the Honjin.

He made a special trip to let Tishara lurk aside, and set up a soundproofing magic in the room, waiting for the other party to take the bait.

And these arrangements are all preparations for seizing the power of the other party's 'dead words'.

Although Tishara is not interested in the power of the dead words, Simon still pulls the other party.

But that's how it turned out in the end.

Simon looked at the witch believers in the room who knelt down on one knee and paid their respects to him.

Based on his previous experience with witch cultists, he improvised the role of the High Priest of the Dead Word... It seems to have passed.

Of course, the most crucial estimate is the power of the High Priest of the Dead.

Only if the power that the High Priest can wield is freely exercised by Simon, then he must be the High Priest of the Dead.

Thanks to the witch believer's foolish thoughts, Simon was able to get through the trick smoothly.

In fact, the power of the dead word is not only capable of manipulating dead corpses, but it can also solidify and harden into an attack similar to a 'wide blade'.

However, when hardened, the power of the dead that was originally invisible will become visible to the naked eye.

And this power cannot be used openly.

If only others knew that he had the power of a witch high priest... That's a big deal.

Therefore, the power of the dead can only be used as a means of guarantee, and it cannot be seen by outsiders...

Just as Simon was thinking, a respectful question suddenly sounded next to him:

"High Priest... Not sure what we should do next? ”

Simon subconsciously raised his head, only to see a man in a robe who was different from other believers kneeling in front of him, bowing his head and asking.

Simon's eyes flickered, and after a little thought, he came to a conclusion.

It seems that this person must be a close confidant of the Dead Priest.

I just don't know the name...

Simon groaned, and his face changed-

"Unclean, how unclean!"

Simon spread his hands and looked viciously at the person asking the question in front of him: "You shouldn't ask me this kind of question!" Instead, you should ask the witch-sama! ”

He directly reached out and pinched the other party's bewildered face.

Then he shouted not only to this believer, but also to all the other witch believers:

"Give you one last chance to chant the witch's mantra! Begging for forgiveness from the witch. ”

The 'Witch Mantra' is actually the dogma of the Old Witch Sect, and it is also a prayer ritual belonging to the Witch Cultists, and it must be recited by mixing and matching the real names of the witch believers.

This is also a ritual to test the faith of witch believers, and it is said that witch believers who cannot read and recite the witch's mantra in their entirety have been disposed of.

Feel the mad anger in the eyes of his high priest.

The cronies and many witch cultists hurriedly lowered their heads in fear, and recited their real names and witch mantras one after another.

It turned out that the cronies of the High Priest of the Dead Word were called Garfield.

Simon glanced at Garfield, who was chanting in a low voice, and had a slight idea in his mind.

In the midst of chanting, the recitation of the witch's mantra soon ended.

Simon showed a look of satisfaction:

"Very well, the witch will be very happy to hear such a pious prayer."

Listening to the praise of the High Priest of the 'Dead Words', the witch believers below were excited, and a few believers even kept banging their heads against the wall, and their mouths were shouting "Witch Lord, please bless me more" and other lines.

If Tishara were still here, she would probably be disgusted to death.

And luckily, most of the witch priests are moody, and they don't seem to notice anything wrong until now.

Simon ignored the fanatical believers, and he turned his gaze to Garfield:

"Garfield, I saw you just now that you seem to have some thoughts. Now that the ritual of the witch mantra is over, you don't have to restrain yourself and say what you think. ”

"Yes!" Garfield tensed and said in a tone of great honor:

"My idea is simple, since the High Priestess has mastered the body of Simon the Blasphemer, then we should make the most of this identity."

"With this identity, we can easily turn the entire Grey Moon Fortress into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and make this unholy city burn with wolf smoke."

A bloody smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he flattered Simon with his plan to destroy the Grey Moon Fortress.

"......" Simon.

Simon couldn't help but give Rafael one more look.

Should he be said to be a cronie of the High Priest of the Dead? The words spoken were exactly the same as those of the dead High Priest.

It's a pity that what the other party doesn't know is that sitting in front of him is Simon, the blasphemer they hate.

But you have to do a full set of plays.

In order for his Gray Moon to no longer be harassed by these annoying witch believers, Simon will continue to play the role of Erwuzai.

Simon sighed in his heart, but on the surface he shook his head with dissatisfaction:

"It doesn't work."

"Can't do it? Wouldn't the plan to burn down the Grey Moon Fortress? ”

Garfield looked incredible.

"You only see things on one level, but you ignore things on another, Garfield."

"But I still think it's better to burn the Grey Moon Fortress with a fire..."

Garfield was unyielding.

Burn, burn, burn! All you know is burning! When this matter is settled, I will be the first to tie you to the gallows and burn you as firewood.

Simon scolded in his heart, but on the surface he still had to maintain a cruel and tyrannical image.

The corners of his mouth curled into a cruel smile, and he proposed in a calm tone:

"Garfield, don't always think about sabotage. It seems to me that all the people of this Grey Moon Fortress should listen to the Witch's gospel and make them all become our faithful believers. That's the best deal. ”

"But instead of letting those ignorant fellows share their faith, it shouldn't be better to burn the Gray Moon with a fire..."

Garfield opened his mouth.

"Huh?" Simon interrupted him and stared at him with a smile.

Uh-

Garfield stopped and bowed his head.

"All obey the commands of the high priest."

Seeing that he had finally put away the idea of burning the Ash Moon Fortress, Simon also nodded with satisfaction.

Fortunately, the man did not continue to insist on his own opinion.

Otherwise, Simon would really throw him out and burn him as firewood.

"Then just announce it to the witch believers of the other four major branch factions, and say that the form of the Gray Moon has been controlled, so that they don't have to disperse their people to come to the Gray Moon, so as not to be accidentally injured."

"Yes, I see." Garfield replied with his head down.

"Now that you understand, let's all go straight to action. I still need to borrow the identity of 'Simon', so you must also be careful not to harm the people in the Grey Moon Fortress. ”

Simon waved his hand, his voice flat.

Originally, he thought that this would be able to send this group of witch believers away.

As a result, Garfield hesitantly raised his head again and spoke:

“... But, but... What should I do about that important matter, Lord Dead Whisper? ”

Well?

That thing?

What is so important?

How do I know it's that?

Aren't you my cronies? Can you not talk and hide half and hide half?!

For a moment, Simon only felt a breath of depression in his throat.