Chapter 495: Black Prison Storm (Part II)

【3rd Update】

"Teacher, I also lost the Shenwen puppet. Van Gogh didn't dare to hide from his teacher, the only person he trusted on this island was right in front of him. If he deceived the teacher, no one in the black prison would really help him.

"Shenwen puppet!" The black-robed old man heard that Van Gogh had lost the spear of order, and he didn't have any worries, the spear of order was an artifact, and the gods always had a way to get it back, but the puppet of the god in the Van hand was the most successful god refining equipment on the entire Black Prison Island, and the materials used were also the highest, obtained from the ruins of the First Dynasty.

The research time of this divine puppet is still short, because it is more important to track the eye of the storm, so the black prison took it out for Van Gogh to carry. Unexpectedly, Van Gogh, who possessed the Spear of Order and brought twelve powerful magicians, lost the Divine Puppet.

This is simply impossible, the Divine Golem has the attribute of a summoned creature, even if it is controlled by the enemy, it can be recalled with divine magic.

"Teacher, I'm afraid the warden won't be able to protect me, that Shenwen puppet was researched by the Inquisition. Van Gogh said worriedly.

"Then what are you going to do?" The old man in the black robe agreed with Van Gogh's judgment, although the black prison was independent, but Van Gogh's mistakes were enough to make him lose his position as the warden successor. Without this position, even if he is not disposed of now, Van Gogh's future will be extremely dark.

The referee had too many ways to turn Van Gogh into a walking corpse, not only to kill him, but also to allow Van Gogh to be punished extremely cruelly.

"Teacher, I want that piece of equipment, and then ...... Leave. ”

"Leave!"

"Yes, teacher, I don't think I'm fit to survive in the Black Prison. Even if I become a warden in the future, I won't be able to do it to their level, and the Holy See is now going to destroy the empire of the entire continent, I don't know, what will I do in the future. Van Gogh said with some shame.

"But where are you going?"

"Alchemy City, after I have that equipment, I can disguise myself as a magician. ”

"You will fall, child......"

"So what? Teacher, I met a ninth-level fallen magician, he is very special, he is not decadent at all, and he can still influence me. ”

"Have you already decided?" The black-robed old man was a little disappointed and a little excited, and this strange expression alternated on his face. Disappointed, his students were about to fall, and from then on, he had no heirs. In the black prison, he became a lonely one again. The excitement is that if Van Gogh succeeds in avoiding the corruption of the soul after the fall and can continue to advance, it is very worth studying.

For this reason, he was even willing to capture some magicians to experiment and see if there was a way to make the fallen magicians more powerful without sequelae.

In the eyes of the people of the Inquisition, this is not blasphemy, because conflicts between gods can also break out. In the conquest of the kingdom of God, the enemy may be believers in other gods. If a way is developed to degrade the enemy believers, these magicians used for the test can be regarded as a sacrifice for the Lord of Light.

"You can do that if you want, but I need to do a test. ”

Van Gogh prostrate on the ground and kowtowed to the teacher, this kind of etiquette is generally addressed to the gods. Such a blasphemous way is something that only he, a man who is ready to fall, would do.

Van Gogh risked his life to return to Black Prison Island for the equipment that his teacher had left behind privately, which was obtained by the older generation of Black Prison Elders when they excavated the ruins of the First Dynasty. Everyone swallowed a lot of things privately, but the teacher didn't know about it, so Van Gogh dared to ask for it, which would not affect the teacher.

The black-robed old man stood up, opened the furnace facing Van Gogh, and said, "Go in." ”

"Go in?" Van Gogh startled.

"Well, put on your armor, go in, I will smelt the armor and your body with divine light, when you fall, most of the punishment will be borne by this armor, otherwise...... You've received so much divine grace that you're lucky to be able to die outright. ”

Van Gogh gritted his teeth and jumped into the furnace. He had no one to trust but his teachers. If the teacher wants to harm him, then he can only accept his fate. Van Gogh felt that he was lucky enough, on the island of Black Prison, there was no one else, not even half of whom he could trust.

If you are killed by the teacher, then you are just like others, if you are saved by the teacher......

Van Gogh thought of the gray-haired fallen magician, and his heart had infinite anticipation. People always want to live well, and others are powerless to resist in the face of this kind of thing, but Van Gogh will never give up. From the first time he accepted the gift of the gods, he was about to betray, but this day came so suddenly that it was a little difficult for him to accept.

In the huge metal furnace, the divine light is in the furnace**, encountering the crystals on the furnace wall, and then automatically reflecting to another angle. Van Gogh sat in the middle, letting the divine light penetrate his body, and the armor could not stop the refining of the divine light at all.

At first, Van Gogh could still endure the pain, and when the silver armor was completely integrated into his body, this pain reached a peak, and Van Gogh wanted to tear the armor out of his body in pain, but found that his body had completely lost control.

He wanted to open his mouth to call out to the teacher, but the black-robed old man was just outside and knocked the divine scripts into the furnace one by one. He didn't take out the original equipment in the furnace, but integrated it into Van Gogh's body together.

The magician's human alchemy is obviously much worse than that of this black-robed old man, even if it is Impos, he does not have such ability. After all, because Persia was only a ninth-level magician, and this black-robed old man could use this furnace to borrow the power of the gods.

When Van Gogh dies of heart, he should be physically unwell, but the pain in the depths of his soul is not bearable. Countless divine texts in the body have been refined, and the gifts of the gods have now become the abyss of pain.

The black-robed old man patiently refined his students, and he had to refine all the divine imprints in Van Gogh's body and integrate them into the silver armor. Because the silver armor was integrated into the body first, this is not a depravity, at most it is a trick. When Van Gogh really fell, that is, when he was known to the gods, most of the punishment would be borne by this armor.

Only his divine alchemy can do this, this furnace itself is an artifact, and it was refined by another god, snatched by the Lord of Radiance, and given to the believers of the Myers Continent.

This Myers Continent is the center of many planes, and it is the most important one, the Lord of Radiance took advantage of the fall of the gods to secretly spread faith here, and the capital is not small. If it had been in the past, it would not have been his turn to get involved here.

Both the master and apprentice understood how terrible the punishment of the gods was, so Van Gogh did not suspect too much, and let the teacher help him clean up the divine grace in his body.

Van Gogh himself was trapped by the stove and wanted to leave unless his spear of order was still in his hand.

Outside the small courtyard, hundreds of black-armored soldiers blocked the door under the leadership of a black-clothed priest. The black-clothed priest hesitated for a moment, but still said to the door: "Master Carlo, may I ask, has Van Gogh been here?"

"Nope. The black-robed old man replied, and the movements in his hands did not stop, but accelerated the speed of refining.

The black-clothed priest looked at a crystal flake in his hand, but there was no response, and it seemed that Master Carlo was not lying. He glanced into the courtyard with some uneasiness, and the crystal suspended in the air suddenly burst into a ray of golden light, piercing directly into his eyes.

The black-clothed priest roared wildly, and his left eye had exploded. The black-armored soldier behind him nervously drew his weapon and was about to rush into the courtyard.

The black-clothed priest was shocked and angry, he just looked at it one more time before he was blinded by the stabbing of the eye. How can I say that I am also a referee in the court, so the old man doesn't give any face at all?

"Carlo, you dare to ......"|The black-clothed priest had no intention of stopping his subordinates, he didn't believe that an old man in the black prison would dare to slaughter the Inquisition's army. Now the Inquisition has been stationed on Black Prison Island, preparing for the conquest at sea. If Carlo doesn't know the general situation, the warden won't protect him.

He was only halfway through his words, and the golden light in his injured eye socket skyrocketed. With a snort, the black-clad priest's head had shattered into a cloud of blood mist. Caro didn't care where he came from, on Black Prison Island, his courtyard was absolutely not allowed to be entered, even if it was the warden, he had to wait outside.

The black-clothed priest didn't know the depths and gave his life in vain, and the black-armored soldiers under his command were furious, and the soldiers led by him rushed into the courtyard first. Hundreds of people poured in.

Carlo sighed and shouted in a low voice, "My God, purify!"

"Stop!" There was an angry shout from afar, and a warrior wearing heavy armor and holding a halberd rushed over, and behind him, there were more than twenty black-clothed priests.

Above the courtyard, a soft glow erupted from the suspended crystal. The white glow was mixed with a hint of gold, and this light shone on the body of the black-armored soldiers, who disintegrated one after another, and blood flowed everywhere.

Originally, this small courtyard could only accommodate more than a hundred people, and more than 300 black-armored soldiers didn't know how to squeeze in and were completely wiped out by a purification technique. **'s blood poured into the earth and was absorbed by the plants in the courtyard, and the corpses of those black-armored soldiers were also swallowed by a huge cavern that appeared on the ground.

The seemingly peaceful courtyard hides infinite killing opportunities. Carlo is the most powerful divine alchemist on the Black Prison Island, how can his residence be defenseless.

When the warrior in heavy armor came to the outside of the courtyard, the soldiers inside were already dead, and there were no corpses left. He angrily pushed up his mask and shouted to the courtyard: "Carlo, you dare to kill the people of the Inquisition!"

"Dare, please get out of the way. Carlo's voice was ethereal, and the warrior's face was distorted.

"Okay, I'll go, you just wait for the referee's punishment!"

"Punishment?" Carlo sneered, "Since you don't want to respect me, then you should stay too!"

PS: I have to add, don't use the world structure in someone else's book to set the content of the badge. The world I design has its own rules.