A pitch-black rock wall, a dark space, the sound of heavy breathing spread in the air, and a lot of people gathered in the small space, making this place look like a crowded market, but it was quiet and not noisy at all, and this was the temple of the Council of Scepters

Candles were placed in the hollowed holes, and hundreds of believers were prostrate on the rough ground, looking at the scepter above, which was the holy relic of the council, the artifact [God's Authority], which allowed people to possess the power of the gods, even ordinary people.

The uneven strips of stone make up the stone blocks of the altar, and the altar is made of countless stones, which looks more like a ritual site in some tribe, and such a rough creation should not be here.

But there is no way, since the stronghold that they painstakingly managed in Blackstone Mountain was destroyed by the Demon King and the Seven Gods, they have lost a lot of resources, and it costs a lot of money just to hide and maintain the stability of the organization, so there is no way to pursue too much.

Salvatore and Eros walked from behind, and the prostrate believers slowly moved their bodies to make way for the two of them to the altar.

"Let the ceremony begin."

Eros stepped up the steps to the altar, and then someone came up carrying a coffin, and then bowed respectfully.

The man lying in the coffin was a soulless Felik.

Salvatore stood under the altar, he was the protector of the Dharma, and his duty was to ensure that the ceremony went smoothly, and Eros alone was enough to hold the ceremony.

Salvatore only heard the sound of Erros metal being knocked behind him, it was the Holy Lord who was summoning the authority of the gods, and soon, the Holy Lord would come.

As the indescribable chant sounded, a tired voice came from the scepter.

"I ...... How long did you sleep? ”

A very young voice came from behind him, Salvatore's heart trembled, after many days, the Holy Lord woke up again!

"Lord of the Holy Lord." Salvatore turned and bowed toward the scepter.

And the same is true of Eros, he bent down and spoke carefully and solemnly: "Holy Lord, we have found a suitable body for you, this time it should be no problem, this body is more powerful than I imagined, I have never seen such a strong body, although there are some flaws, but it should not be enough." ”

"Really? It's great to find it. ”

The voice of the Holy Lord was like that of a teenager, sounding full of kindness, gentle and impossible to refuse, almost like hypnosis.

Then a phantom of a young man slowly floated out of the scepter, he looked at Felik in the coffin, a wry smile appeared on his face, and said bitterly: "This is ...... The body you found for me is really shabby. ”

As soon as these words came out, Salvatore and Eros were shocked in their hearts, and Eros hurriedly said: "Although it is only a corpse, the strength of this body is absolutely undoubted!" It's really aggrieved to let you into such a body, but with our ability, maybe this is the best condition that can be found. ”

"In that case...... I can't help it. ”

With that, he turned into a ray of ghostly light and quickly poured into the corpse's eyes, and in an instant, the dim eyes burst into an incomparable essence light, and at the moment when the ghostly light was injected, an invisible pressure slowly spread in the temple.

The believers were prostrate on the ground, afraid to speak, and their hearts were extremely excited.

The people gathered here are all people who have completely abandoned their belief in the God of Light, who have not been blessed by the gods, but who have been abandoned, and naturally want to gain their own power, and the Holy Lord is the hope in their hearts - a person who can give the power to the believers fairly.

Then, the corpse that had been silent in the coffin trembled, and the heart that had stopped began to beat again.

"Whew-"

With a long breath, he grabbed the edge of the pipe with his hand, supported his body and stood up, the wings behind him were a little disobedient, waving in the air a few times before collecting his back, his body was rapidly healing as the power of God in the authority of God continued to infuse.

Until this moment, he changed his previous disappointment and showed an expression of ecstasy.

"It's amazing!"

The strength of this body was beyond his imagination, stronger than any body he had ever used, and having an artifact to control the power of the god made it impossible for the divine power that originally belonged to the god of light to harm the body of the demon race, and everything worked together so perfectly.

"Huh? There's a curse carved into your body? ”

Holy Lord Michelle used the face that belonged to Felik with a surprised expression, I didn't expect this body to have a curse, which is really regrettable, and it seems that this curse is quite troublesome and difficult to remove.

After adjusting his body slightly, he soon found that this curse was a restriction of mana, although he could feel the huge magic hole in his body, and instinctively absorbed the huge magic power around him, but once he absorbed it, it would flow at a faster speed.

If you want to make an analogy, it is that this body is a container that can hold magical energy, divided into ten squares on average, and eight of them are leaky, never filled, and only two can be used.

Of course, although it is only two slots, it is much more than the average mage.

But Michelle didn't care, he was relieved after knowing the limits of the curse, because he never used magic to fight, he used the power of God, as long as there was a body that could hold this power.

"It's a perfect body." As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the scepter hanging in the air in the distance flew towards him.

Holding it in the hand, it is still a familiar feeling, the same as the first time I touched it, a feeling of being in control of the power, which makes people addicted to it.

He leaned over to look at the believers below, the believers did not dare to speak from beginning to end, but they all looked at him with fiery eyes, a little similar to the believers who defected from the Holy See with him more than two hundred years ago, but there was something missing in it, probably not awakened to that kind of thought.

What thoughts?

Michelle only sees that they have a desire to control their destiny, but they do not have the consciousness to be a paving stone.

In other words, everyone wants to make it to the end, to be that beneficiary, and they will only be willing to be a stepping stone to this great ideal when they are dying.

No wonder...... No wonder every time I wake up, the council is weakening, it turns out that this is the reason.

Michelle understands that the current Council of Scepters is not pure enough, and it still needs to be purified, presumably he has lived here for a hundred years and has not gone out, the outside world has been brainwashed by the hypocrites of the Holy See, and it is clear that his theory is correct.

"Forget it, since I've woken up, let the Council of Scepters begin to wake up, and the lions will snooze, but when the jackals approach, they should show their fangs." He muttered to himself, then walked to the edge of the altar and moved closer to his followers.

"I have returned, O my faithful, and the days of your afflictions are over."

After speaking, deafening cheers rang out, and they were immersed in the dream of re-emergence, fantasizing about the power they were about to gain, and use this power to control their destiny.

Rumble!

A deafening explosion came from afar, and the entire cave trembled, and the sand and gravel fell with a clatter.

When the believers were at a loss, Michelle, who was standing on the altar, smiled.

Michelle was not only not worried, but a little happy.

The first tribulation is coming, so let's use this simple ordeal to train my believers.