(ps: I haven't checked it, upload it first, and I'm revising it right away.) ）

In the face of Laurie's questioning, Jean stepped forward proudly and replied, "When the bell bearers saved Guinness and helped Guinness get rid of the werewolf plague, we already believed in the great Lord of Storms and Death!"

"You ...... You're so daring!" Laurie was so angry that his eyes darkened, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Jean sneered, "Your inaction at the beginning allowed the Death Sect to run rampant. As a result, hundreds of thousands of residents of the entire Gui Studio City have all turned into crazy werewolves, and if it weren't for the bell bearer, Guinness would have perished long ago! ”

The one-eyed bishop said fiercely: "Do you know the fate of joining the cult?

Jean was not afraid to say: "In the doctrine of March, werewolves themselves belong to heretics, the concept of werewolves has taken root, you hypocrites who claim to be righteous will really let us go? Even if you don't kill us at that time, then Guinness will become your testing ground and become the next Mauser fishing village!"

Hearing the words Mauser Fishing Village, the faces of the three archbishops changed.

"Look for death!" snorted coldly, and black shadows and blood stains instantly appeared.

Touch!

A very powerful strange shield easily blocked the attacks of the two men.

"Although I am an old immortal, my lovely grandson is not something you can touch. A powerful voice that had flashed in the fog came from before.

"Get out of here, sneaky guy!" said Archbishop Tempest furiously.

With the voice, an old man with white hair and a somewhat rickety body, dressed in a shabby witcher's outfit, stepped out from behind Su Ge.

"Mir, you're in the lord!?" Laurie's eyes narrowed when he saw the old man.

Guinness's royal witcher, Mir, broke the restrictions of the witcher's potion with the help of the hunting seal a year ago, not only repaired his injuries, but also jumped to the realm of the lord.

Mir held a dark golden sword with strange patterns and said, "Thanks to the blessing of my lord, not only have I recovered from my injuries, but I am finally qualified to step into the realm that I have always admired. ”

After speaking, Mir turned his head to look around, and sighed slightly: "I haven't come back for decades, and the smell of blood this time is still so strong, it makes people feel disgusted and bored when they smell it." ”

Mir was a witcher from the same era as Geros, who disappeared after a failed mission.

And when Mir was active, they were still little dolls who had just joined the church.

By generation, they should respectfully call Mir Grandpa.

When the three of them were silent, Mir turned to Suge and saluted slightly: "Bishop of the Mist, Mir the Demon Hunter, meet the bell bearer." ”

Su Ge smiled and nodded: "I haven't seen you for more than a year, I'm really happy that you can come this far." ”

At Guinness, Mir was a huge help to Suge.

If it weren't for the help of potions, Su Ge would have been unable to hold on to so many difficult and desperate situations.

Potions and the stigmata of the lake are two of the most important guarantees in Suge's mysterious battles.

And it was none other than Master Mir who led him to the path of potions.

After hearing this, Mir replied with a smile: "Thanks to the blessing of my lord, I can see a new realm and world. ”

Su Ge said calmly: "All this is a cycle of cause and effect, and it is the will of my lord. ”

As he spoke, Su Ge's voice changed and he became indifferent: "Then now, follow the will of my lord, and let this blood-stained world get a glimmer of hope for salvation!"

As the conversation changed, there was also Mir's gaze.

The unique witcher looked at the three archbishops in front of him: "I have to say, the setting of the mysterious profession of the witcher is really ingenious. As a by-product of the research of the Holy Blood Labyrinth, the special substance not only makes people lose some emotions when strengthening the body, but even becomes an invisible shackle that restricts the minds and thirst for knowledge of all demon hunters. ”

"For many years, the reason why the Witcher could not enter the Lord was because the Witcher had learned too much mixed knowledge and could not refine the knowledge of his own system. However, this is not true, what really binds the witchers to the lord is not the mixed knowledge, but the invisible shackles formed by the potion. ”

After speaking, Mir's gaze slowly swept over the faces of the three archbishops like knives, and finally fell on Laurie's face: "Little Laurie, I'm an old immortal, am I right?"

After hearing this, the faces of the three of them turned gloomy at the same time.

When he came to the point of the archbishop, he knew a lot about the secrets in the church, and he was naturally more familiar with the restrictions on witchers secretly.

Laurie replied calmly, "We can't put a bunch of emotionless lunatics in real power?"

"Then why do you want to create so many emotionless madmen!" Mir's usually kind eyes suddenly constricted, and his sharp eyes were as sharp as two spears, making people unable to open their eyes.

The One-Eyed Bishop replied calmly, "Because the world needs tools to carry filth, and it is most suitable for monsters without feelings." ”

Hearing this disapproving tone, he clearly felt a terrifying anger rising from Mir's body, and then four colored balls of light gradually appeared beside him, which seemed to represent his knowledge.

The faces of the three of them suddenly became solemn, and at this moment they felt a huge pressure on Mir's body.

"What are you doing with us witchers?" Mir slowly pulled a pitch-black potion from his bosom.

"Top dragon potion!?" Seeing this, the eyes of the three people tightened.

Top Dragon Potion: With 80 speed, a drop can kill a thousand healthy adults. The effect is to increase the user's psionic energy and physical body by a factor of six for one hour.

At the same time, this top-level potion is so toxic that even the Witcher cannot fully digest it, so each time the Dragon Potion is used, some of the toxins will accumulate in the body, making the Witcher's resistance to the poison permanently reduced by 1 point.

It could be seen that Mir understood the real anger at this time.

Su Ge looked at Mir, who was extremely angry at this time, and was a little surprised in his heart.

He didn't know much about Mir, only that he thought he was a master of potions, and he didn't know much about his inner thoughts and principles.

Jean on the side whispered: "Grandpa Mill is sympathetic to the plight of many witchers, and the reason why he has been researching potions for many years is to develop a potion that can turn witchers into ordinary people to help other witchers return to normal." ”

Hearing this, Su Ge suddenly understood.

Any great person who has achieved a career will have his own obsession.

Mir has been able to study potions for so long, and he must have his own goals and persistence.

Suge stepped forward at this time, stood beside Mir, looked at the three of them, and said, "Now, accept the judgment of the evening bell!"

After speaking, Mir instantly ingested the potion, and bursts of terrifying black veins instantly crawled all over his face, and the whole person seemed to have turned into an inhuman monster, and the terrifying aura continued to float around.

"Kill them all!" Mir casually took a moment, and the red ball of light among the four balls of light instantly turned into a huge fireball with a diameter of more than two meters, and smashed it at a terrifying speed beyond the crowd.

"Give these three to me! Kill them all!" Mir ordered again.

Hearing this, the two of them did not hesitate, and turned around with their subordinates and rushed towards the church people.

Where are these clergy hi the opponents of these terrifying monsters, and at the moment when this battle was just contacted, more than a dozen clergy died.

Laurie and the others instantly knew that they were no match for these terrifying monsters, so they suddenly launched a ban that the church had not used again for many years, the Night Watch.

This instruction was transmitted in a terrifying way, but Su Ge and the others present did not hear anything unusual.

Salvation, as Serena said, is an incomparably vicious prohibition.

"The true power of the Church of the Evening Bell seems to be much stronger than what we have calculated before. Somewhere in the dark night, the old and flat voice seemed to sense everything that was happening in the capital, and said lightly.

"Dominating the Ancestral Vampires, taming the Clans, and rescuing seriously injured Demon Hunters with extraordinary power seems to be far beyond the realm of normal people. Giving this kind of existence to children is indeed a bit difficult for them. ”

As they spoke, a wriggling darkness flashed, and a bald, dark-skinned man dressed in an ordinary coarse cloth robe appeared beside them.

Accompanying the man was a petite child who looked to be about four or five years old, with a pale-skinned skin.

The child's appearance is less than a meter tall, reminding some feelings, there are some strange lines on the pale skin, and at this time, the eyes and nose are closed, and with the strange skin, it seems to be dead.

But if you feel it carefully, you can clearly feel the horror and power of this child, especially the kind of spiritual energy as deep as the sea, which makes people shudder.

"Lord Apostle!" said a few men in the darkness in a respectful tone as they greeted the swarthy bald man.

Even if it's like these three terrifying beings, they are still juniors in front of the bald and swarthy man.

This swarthy bald pharaoh is naturally the pharaoh known as the apostle of the Goddess of March. And speaking, it is naturally the three Dominator levels who have not shown up, the elders of the House of Elders.

The Black Pharaoh nodded slightly and said, "To deal with inhuman existence, it is natural to use inhuman means. Everything is ready, and you are ready to make a move. ”

When the three of them heard this, a happy feeling came out of the darkness, and then suddenly a black mist rushed out: "Leave the first battle to me!"

With that, the being disappeared into the night sky.

Suge's attention was not on the ground battle, because the real crisis was not on the ground.

The combat power of Master Mir, who took the dragon potion, was very terrifying, and at this time, he did not lose the slightest advantage with one enemy and three enemies, and even faintly pressed the three lord-level mysteries under his hands.

From Suge's point of view, he couldn't see anything, only Mir was playing an awkward-looking awkward dance with the three guys, and it felt like a group of middle-two sick cos were being discovered by an ordinary person.

Su Ge felt this way at this time.

"Our Evening Bell Church is invincible!" Bernice and Betty were incomparably proud, their little faces flushed and their faces shiny.

No matter for anyone, having such a backer is something to be proud of and show off.

Su Ge seemed to sense something at this time, looked up at the sky and said, "Next, start ......"

in the tavern.

"Oh my God! what kind of horror lineup is this!?" At this point, all the mysteries in the tavern turned pale, their eyes widened, and they looked at each other at a loss.

A hundred expert-level vampires, a hundred expert-level werewolves, these are all expert-level!

"How is this possible......? How could these two mysterious races be tamed by the same church?

The mysteries sitting here are not ordinary soft-footed shrimp, they are all representatives of a force, even if their combat effectiveness is not strong, but they all have unique achievements in exploration.

It is precisely because of this that even if they sit here, they have an extremely clear understanding of the situation on the front line.

The bartender behind the counter had his eyes closed, a smile on his lips, but a surprise on his face, as if he had seen the horrific scene and was immersed in shock.

"Evening Bell Church...... What kind of monsters are you!?" asked the cult members of the Extreme Space Research Institute, who had just been killed, in a low voice through gritted teeth.

Witches, sorceresses, undead, vampires, and now powerful and terrifying werewolves!?

Such a race, such a lineup, is even more unbelievable and terrifying than traditional cultists like them.

Because there are no normal people in the whole church, they are all monsters!

Looking at the monster group that had crushed the church elite group in front of them, these people felt that their worldview had been distorted.

"In the end, who is the cult that everyone shouts and beats?"

The people of the church in the bowl have made these traditional cults feel the crisis.

After all, judging from the staffing point of view, these cultists feel that their cult status has been completely compared to that of this rising star.

I don't know why, they suddenly felt a little unwilling.

After all, for many years, the Institute of Extreme Universe has been the most evil and terrorist organization in the entire world.

But at this moment, they found that they had a very serious wound of their own, although they were a cult, and the members were indeed all human.

If you think about it, they find that their principles are somewhat similar to those of the March Church, which excludes all non-human beings, or directly uses them as their own experimental materials.

"Who the hell is the number one cult in this world!?" several people raised their heads in thought, and their eyes happened to meet the "Abyss Black Dragon Lord" and the "Radiant Holy Sword Envoy".

Seeing the terrifying eyes of those two people, several people suddenly shuddered in fright, like elementary school students who had done something wrong, and lowered their heads with a restrained expression, indicating that they didn't care about their own business.