There was a depressing atmosphere in the air, but Song Chengjie walked calmly as if he didn't feel it. This is an ancient church with a history of thousands of years, and although it looks like it has been renovated from the outside, every brick and tile, even the light and shadow cast by the chandelier, has a magical meaning, and if you have to describe it, it is a huge fortress of charms.

The wind sighed and slowly followed behind Song Chengjie and looked at the other two people who were with him: "You really made it." ”

"Don't you do the same, clean up the guys who are trying to make trouble here. Song Chengjie finally stopped, looking at the wind and sighing, he wanted to say something and stopped. After a pause, he pointed to the two people behind him and introduced to Fengzhi with a sigh, "By the way, I haven't told you yet." This is Su Lun, and the other is Jiang Chengjie. This is the sigh of the wind, although it is the appearance of a little girl...... In fact, it is a machine spirit that has signed a contract with me. ”

Although Song Chengjie immediately changed his mouth after saying "little girl" again, these three words had already been heard by the sigh of the wind, and he immediately puffed up his face and turned his head to look at Song Chengjie dissatisfied.

"I've long heard that the spiritual weapons of the Shield of Justice all have machine spirits, and they don't look like real little girls......

Before Jiang Chengjie's word "don't" could be spoken, he instantly felt that his sense of direction had become a mess, and when he reacted, he found that he had been blown into the air by the sudden wind. In the hurry, the muscles of his whole body were mobilized instantly, and he finally adjusted his posture in the moment before he landed, and fell heavily on the ground with one hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the sigh of the wind doesn't like people calling her 'small'. The sigh of the wind, that's rude. Song Chengjie explained to Jiang Chengjie while waving his hand with a sigh of the wind.

"You know what. The wind sighed and snorted lightly and turned his head, even if you are the person he selected, how can Miss Ben rest assured if she doesn't test your depth.

Jiang Chengjie clapped his hands helplessly and was about to come over, but at this time, the sigh of the wind suddenly turned his head and stared at him, and the unique coercion of the machine spirit crushed him and stopped his pace.

"Wait a minute. It's rude, but can I take a look at your blood?" Several techniques had been condensed around the sigh of the wind as he spoke, and the spotless nightgown was blown out of wavy-like folds, and Song Chengjie understood that this was what she looked like when she entered the state of alert.

"Sigh of the wind, what are you going to do?"

Listening to Song Chengjie's questioning, Feng Zhi sighed and still didn't mean to stop, and said calmly: "The scars caused by the friction between his palm and the ground healed in the instant before, this ability is not something that ordinary humans have, right?"

Song Chengjie looked at Jiang Chengjie in surprise after hearing this. Although this request is really unreasonable as the sigh of the wind said, Song Chengjie still believes in the sigh of the wind to a greater extent. Although he didn't notice anything abnormal, the sigh of the wind was a thousand years more experience than himself, if Jiang Chengjie really had a problem, it was because he was too careless. And even if the Sigh of the Wind misjudges, the character of the Sigh of the Wind will definitely take the initiative to maintain their relationship.

Jiang Chengjie smiled slightly, as lazily as always, lit a cigarette for himself, he raised his hand and neatly pulled out a dagger from his waist, and cut a wound on his arm without hesitation.

Bright red blood with body temperature sprayed out in an instant, and the sigh of the wind hurriedly raised his hand to move it in front of him with the wind support, and couldn't help frowning.

"I have undergone biochemical modification from the World Tree Organization. I think you should be more familiar with the World Tree than I am, right?" Jiang Chengjie shook his scratched arm, and the amazing thing was that the wound that was originally visible to the bone was completely healed in this way, and there was no scar at all, "I hate exorcists, because the mercenaries who were deceived by the 'high reward' with me, and the brothers who were born and died with me all died in that experiment. ”

Song Chengjie couldn't help but start looking at Jiang Chengjie again when he heard this, and was surprised to find that when he talked about the World Tree Organization, the light in his eyes flowed, and the expression in his eyebrows was no longer lazy, but a determination to look at death as home.

The World Tree is customarily called the World Tree by exorcists. It is the second largest institution of exorcists in Europe, and unlike the Shield of Justice, a branch of the Crucifixion, most of the exorcists of the World Tree are more like alchemists, and since the eighteenth century alchemy has been popular in Europe, these exorcists have been refining alchemy from generation to generation, and it is rumored that even the ultimate alchemy such as the "Golden Great Extension" has already completed its final improvements.

However, the World Tree is not well received by other exorcist organizations due to their excessive enthusiasm for the study of alchemy, and they will recklessly invest everything they can, whether it is precious minerals or human lives.

The biochemical transformation in Jiang Chengjie's mouth is actually an alchemy research experiment of the World Tree in a sense. For alchemists, there is no more mysterious and complex substance than the human beings themselves, and there was a time when the entire World Tree was frantically exploring this subject, so much so that the underground organizations of various European countries have jointly sued the World Tree against other exorcist organizations.

"I've been given the ability to regenerate in superdrive. Jiang Chengjie skillfully inserted the dagger back into his waist as he spoke, looked at his arm and explained, "As long as more than 50% of the brain and body tissues are not destroyed, I can quickly recover my combat effectiveness." It is precisely because of this ability that I can mix like a fish in water in the mercenary world. ”

"No wonder...... Your blood itself carries some kind of alchemical condition. No, it should be said that it carries all its constituent conditions. That is to say, your body is uncontrollably exercising this alchemy all the time. The wind sighed and raised her hand into the blood in the wind, and with the infusion of her spiritual power, a complex network like a melon pulp appeared in the originally seemingly ordinary blood, "No wonder you need to smoke all the time to refresh yourself." The burden of alchemy is too great for an ordinary human being, and it is up to your body to be able to bear it. ”

Jiang Chengjie smiled casually, and in an instant, he changed back to a lazy look.

The wind sighed and slowly walked down from the technique, pulled up the frills of the nightdress, bowed slightly, and bowed to Jiang Chengjie very formally: "I misunderstood you just now." I apologize to you for your suspicions. ”

"It's not my little girl who should apologize...... The sigh of the wind. Jiang Chengjie raised his eyes and sighed as he spoke, although his body was not afraid of being injured, but if he was blown out by the wind from nowhere for more than ten meters because of a slip of the tongue, it would be very painful to fall if he made a landing mistake, "You don't have any doubts about me, but you should trust the guy next to you more, right?"

Song Chengjie was taken aback, he would never have thought that the topic would be transferred to himself like this: "No, I don't care about this." ”

"I won't apologize to him, it's obviously my servant. The wind sighed and glanced back at Song Chengjie, stepped on the cyan technique, hugged his arms and snorted softly.

"Oh yes. Jiang Chengjie shook his head at Song Chengjie and said with a look of regret, "It's sad that our knight has been worried about whether a certain princess is safe all the way, and in the end it turned out to be just a servant." ”

"Okay, okay, Uncle Jiang. Su Lun, who had been out of the way, waved his hand at Jiang Chengjie, of course, his other hand was still grabbing his collar and covering his nose at the moment, "If you continue to tease them, maybe you will be blown away again after a while." But to be honest, even if I've been in the Hongchuan branch for so long, it's the first time I've seen the true face of the sigh of the wind, it's really, really cute!"

Looking at Su Lun, who had an expression of wanting to take himself into his arms and rub his face, Feng Zhi sighed and instinctively felt some kind of danger signal, and floated behind Song Chengjie in a panic to hide.

Song Chengjie just smiled and waved his hand, since everyone can happily agree with each other, it would be great. Just as he was about to speak, a pair of exorcists' patrol team happened to pass by, but they all froze when they saw Song Chengjie, and then quickly walked past him with a light snort.

"Scum, isn't it just a first rider. "Hey, hey, you're going to be heard so close. "It's a bad ......"

Looking at the figure of a group of muttering people gradually moving away, Fengzhi sighed and couldn't help hugging Song Chengjie.

"I'm fine. Song Chengjie patted Fengzhi's sighing little hand, looked at Su Lun, who was full of indignation, and Jiang Chengjie, who was still lazily smoking a cigarette, he waved his hand, bent his body slightly, sighed against Fengzhi, and chuckled, "Let's go, go to a meeting, don't think that I called you two here just to show you around the church." ”

"I don't want to have anything to do with religious groups if I could. Although he said this, Jiang Chengjie still consciously extinguished the cigarette in his mouth and slowly followed.

"What to say. Su Lun shook his hand and looked around boredly, "I've been working here. ”

Although they were very relaxed, they all knew that the air above this Hongchuan might become viscous from today onwards.

At the same time, the King of Heaven on the other side of the earth looked at the Vatican, which had completely lost its original appearance, as silent as ever.

"Supreme Archbishop, Supreme Archbishop!" the words woke up the King of Heaven, and following the prestige, a figure in a pitch-black robe was waving to him in the gale.

"What's wrong, St. Bruce?"

"Why are you here to deal with government affairs?" the man called St. Bruce did not back down in the slightest, and although his voice sounded very young, it had an extraordinary momentum, "At present, the heart of the Crucidian is gradually lost, the holy weapon is stolen, and the Pope has died because of it, as the supreme archbishop, you should take responsibility!"

The King of Heaven sighed helplessly and nodded to indicate that he already knew.

St. Bruce, one of the eleven remaining saints in the world today, is not very old, but he has the status of "the right and left hand of the pope" in the Crucifixion.

"Don't shout out so many secrets!" grumbled to St. Bruce, and the King of Heaven stood up and looked at the rebellious boy not far away, muttering, "Are people born with stigmata on them? Humans are really strange creatures. ”

Watching the figure of the King of Heaven disappear in the crimson magic, St. Bruce sighed, looked at the destroyed and empty Vatican ruins, and said to himself: "Without the hearts of the people and His Holiness the Pope, the King of Heaven cannot fall down again no matter what." Although it was somewhat unforgiving to let him work hard at this time, it was much better than continuing to let him wallow in the grief of losing the Twelve Black Knights. ”

Finally, he looked at the blue sky and made a regular cross on his chest, clasped his hands in front of his chest: "May the Lord forgive us our sins, when will you guide us to prosperity again?"

The only thing that answered him was the howling wind.