The priest really knew about the existence of the diamond-shaped mark of the Dao, and whenever this mark changed, I knew that things were not so simple. The priest rolled up the sleeve of his left hand and showed the inside of his wrist, which had a similar mark, except that there were three diamonds. Looks like his imprint is a bit more advanced than mine.

According to the initial test mode, the people who can be approved by the Doomsday agent are all those who have good luck and strength, and with the sigil, they can make graystone. It is enough to prove that the priest's strength is not trivial, and it is clear from the appearance that he has always been at ease.

He did not choose to escalate the conflict, which can be seen as a sign of goodwill, I judge it so.

Tomie shook the muzzle of his gun at him.

"Okay, you come first, what's that mark?"

"How about taking off your helmet and being honest?" He said to me with a peaceful smile.

I stared at him for a long time and took my helmet off. Although the others were shocked, the corners of their faces twitched faintly. Tomie had already explained that I was a student, but they probably thought of me as a student at the University of Social Sciences.

I know that my face is a template for honor students, because everyone says so. It's a bit surprising that an underage top student would shoot through a woman's shoulder without hesitation, and viciously drive the "innocent" away, isn't it? Even so, I could only shrug my shoulders in response to their surprise.

"Pretty handsome lad." Said the priest.

"Thank you." I said, "Can you say it now?" ”

"Here? Are you sure? ”

"It's not something unsightly, is it?"

"I don't care, but people who have heard my explanations do."

"That is, you have seen other people with the sigil?"

"I've been here for a while, anyway."

The priest still had that deep smile on his face and threw the choice back into my hands. To tell the truth, this kind of person is not easy to deal with, his thinking is delicate and not to speak, he is also good at words, and he knows that retreat is the way to advance. My junior high school philosophy teacher was one such person, he always gave students who made mistakes a dilemma, and he took the interest in torturing their young minds, believing that only mental pain could make people remember their mistakes for a lifetime.

I hate these kinds of people, but I also respect them because they are good thinkers, and even when they end up a dead end, it's the result of careful consideration. Decisions made after thinking about the consequences are always full of burning destructive power. I was fascinated by the power of this power.

If you are a theologian, you are a fanatic.

The priest in front of him was undoubtedly a fanatic, but he didn't know what he believed in.

Maybe hell? Hey.

"Okay. Actually, I don't care. "I looked around at the others behind the priest, and they were staring at me with bitter and fearful eyes, as if I were one of those bloody and cold freaks in the movies. So I said:

"I want Tomie to know the way, but someone has to keep an eye on you. So, since we can't leave both of them, we have to let everyone listen. ”

"You, you're not going to kill you afterwards, are you?" The middle-aged man in the suit asked hesitantly.

"I haven't killed a single person yet."

Hearing me say that, they finally relaxed a little again.

"Speak up, then, Father." Tomie said.

The priest drew a cross on his chest.

"First of all, this seal is called the Demon Pattern, and the people who possess the Demon Pattern are the people who have obtained the preliminary approval of the Doomsday Agent, and this kind of person has an official title in the circle: the Demon Pattern Messenger."

"Demonic Emissary? It's a handsome title, I like it. Tomie said.

"Doomsday agents? Who is it? How to get recognized? The young man in casual clothes interjected and asked.

"There's going to be an initial test where everyone is teleported, mostly with tricky monsters. Get it done, and you've passed the test. ”

"I didn't see it." The man in the suit said.

"That means that someone passed before you, and the test that passed is no longer generated, so the person who comes late is considered unlucky. However, if the first person fails to pass the test, there is no possibility of survival. The priest explained.

Similar to my guess, Tomie didn't have any excited expression on her face, she was a latecomer, and she liked the title "Demon Emringer".

"Is there no other way?" She asked.

"Killing other Demon Emblem Emissaries can deprive them of their Demon Empresses." The priest said unhurriedly, "However, the demon pattern that I have taken is in the lowest state, that is, there is only one diamond shape. ”

Now everyone's eyes fell on my left hand. I know what they're thinking, but if they can be killed by ordinary people so easily, the Demon Emringer will be a bit unworthy of its name.

"Do you want it? Tomie. "I deliberately shook my left wrist in front of Tomie.

"There's a chance." Tomie pouted.

"Lady Tomie is indeed stronger than some of the Demon Emissaries, is it because she has taken a lot of gray stone?" The priest's gaze shifted from Tomie to me: "You made the gray stone?" ”

"Two diamonds, two abilities, one is to identify intelligence, and the other is to make gray stone." I think since it's a batch thing, the ability should be about the same, so there's nothing to hide.

"If there's only one, it's to make greystone." Said the priest.

"What about three?" My gaze fell on his left hand.

"Secret." The priest still had a kind smile on his face, but he unceremoniously refused to answer. "But I can tell you, I haven't seen more than three diamond-shaped magic patterns, and very few have two, so you can be a little more than that, kid."

I just snorted, noncommittal to myself, there is a benefit to reading too many books about losers, and the word self-satisfaction is never in my dictionary.

"Do you know the way? The people who enter this place are all the chosen messengers of God, so they are called the Chosen One. However, if you don't have a magic pattern, no matter how much you eat gray stone, you won't be able to reach the C rank. ”

Tomie and I both know what he is referring to, and in the personal evaluation that has been identified, Tomie is a D+ grade, and I haven't even reached a D grade.

"In other words, the magic pattern is a proof of potential?" Tomie asked.

The priest nodded cautiously.

"What's the difference between these grades?"

"This level is an evaluation of one's own ability after excluding foreign objects. E-level is an ordinary person, D-level is a person who can awaken, and C-level is a person who has awakened supernatural talents. ”,

"To awaken?"

"I was born to be useful. Everyone has their own areas of expertise, and after taking Greystone, they will not only improve their physique, but also be able to dig deep into the potential of a certain aspect of themselves until they reach the peak. For example, running, jumping, sensory or precision surgery. I think you should experience it too. The priest said pointedly.

In this way, my talent for shooting, and Tomie's strength in battle, are both manifestations of my ability to awaken or be awakened. In this way, it makes sense to deal with those monsters with strange abilities, and people with talents are always more competitive than mediocre people, and the reason why we continue to learn is not to reflect our talents, so as to win in the cruel social competition?

Greystone simply speeds up the process.

"So what is above C?" I asked.

"How about you tell me?" The priest asked rhetorically, his expression not like a hypocrisy, and it seemed that he did not know much about it.

"Tomie and I take the same amount of gray stone, but my strength is still not as good as hers, what is it for?"

"First of all, everyone is born different, and this injustice will manifest itself in various aspects of the future. It's like the same workout, some people run fast and some people run slower. In addition, the magic pattern will absorb a part of the power of the gray stone, so under the same amount of gray stone, people without the magic pattern will strengthen faster, but this strengthening has a limit. ”

"D-class?"

"Yes, it's a natural limitation of the human body."

"Father, what level are you?"

"What do you say?"

The priest hides everything in his gentle smile, but beyond that, the gaze that explores everything and penetrates everything has never changed. Reminds me of another big-name fictional character, an erudite paranoid, a freak of logic and detail, Sherlock Holmes. As I said before, it's hard to break the turtle shell of this kind of person, who may not be able to take the initiative in the conversation, but he can always take the initiative in answering.

Violence to bring him to his knees? I don't know if anyone else has tried it, but I don't plan to do that, and I never play games with a win rate of less than 50%. Is he stronger or weaker than me and Tomie? This is no joke. I'd venture to guess he's C-grade, though.

The moment of silence was broken by the priest on his own initiative.

"Is there anything else you want to know?"

"Is the priest so kind to the other Demonic Emissaries?" Tomie asked with a prickly voice.

"Not necessarily." The other party deftly dodged away.

"The last question, how can I go back?"

"Just find the node."

"Nodes? I understand where fantasy and reality meet. ”

"Just a point, like a singularity. It is constantly moving and only stays somewhere for a certain period of time. ”

"So you come here......"

"Because the node is here." The priest confirmed Tomie's suspicions: "Originally, there were two Demon Emilinations with me, but the other one had just ......" He glanced back at the stone platform, and then said, "Dead, so, do you want to join hands here?" ”

Tomie and I looked at each other, and there was no better option at this time.

"But we're going to fix it for a while. It's a powerful monster that is guarded, right? ”

"Mandela Monster, C-class monster." Said the priest.

"It just so happened that we just killed a C-rank monster last night." Tomie said, shoving both the shotgun and the pistol into my hand, and walked behind the door to take out the improvised flamethrower. "As I said, this time I came prepared."

The priest's gaze on the flamethrower was a little startled, and his mouth opened slightly.

"Oh my God, you made this."

"It's not very difficult. I'm surprised you weren't prepared at all. ”

In one sentence, the surviving five-person group all had a depressed expression. They teamed up, and they also felt that they were fully armed, and even the battle formation had been discussed in advance, but now it seemed that the level of professionalism was different.