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After using the power of his ring to warn Crimson, Salin asked Sika to support him, and Crimson helped Sarah, and the three of them quickly left the battlefield in the mangroves.

Saleen didn't bury the corpses of these people, in the swamp, burial is a pointless thing, and all kinds of demonic beasts will soon turn the corpses out of the ground.

The four of them tried to speed up as fast as they could, carefully avoiding the Dire, a small monster that was scarce in the mangrove forest, but more dangerous than the Soul Sucker. If you are hit by a treadful demon's skill, even a mage will lose her combat effectiveness.

When we approached the edge of the mangrove forest, there were already muddy traps under our feet, and I had to stop. Pale Crimson didn't have a map here, Saleen hadn't fully recovered, and the four of them had to go up to the tree to rest.

Salin had completely absorbed the power of a third-level magic core, and replaced it with a new third-level magic core in his hand. He leaned against the thick branches, just in time to look condescendingly at the red. After the shemale man lost his sharpness, he looked much more pleasing to the eye, like an angry little daughter-in-law.

"Crimson, you regret hiring me, don't you?"

"No, it's fate. Pale Red replied helplessly. Now that the tide is turned, he needs Shika and Salin to protect Sarah, who has at least one more day left to move, let alone fight.

"Hehe...... Salin chuckled under his breath and asked, "Do you know the status of the oracle in the Holy See?"

"Of course, under one person, above ten thousand. To offend the oracle is to offend the Pope. ”

"If that were the case, in fact, the oracle could not obey the Pope's commands. The superficial power of the Holy See has three courts, the Privy Council, the Holy Order, and the Inquisition. However, in terms of caste, the oracle is not in any of these institutions. ”

"What do you mean?" Although Pale Red is a mature mercenary, her understanding of the Holy See is not as strong as that of Salin, a magician with a heritage.

"The Three ** Court and the Holy Knights are the power of the Pope, but now there is no divine war, and this power can only be dormant. The Privy Council is the core of the Holy See, and the main force is the deacons inside, who are called red deacons internally. The main force of the Inquisition was the Black Butler, who specialized in carrying out unsightly matters. And the oracles, specialized in their own power, are scattered in all the dioceses and are called white deacons. ”

"Is there a difference?" asked Pale Red disapprehantly.

"The Red Deacon is in charge of the inside of the Holy See, the Black Butler is in charge of the outside of the Holy See, and the White Deacon is in charge of the will of God. We are now sinning not only against the Holy See, but in fact, we are directly sinning against God. ”

Crimson almost didn't fall from the tree, and he looked up at Salin in disbelief.

"I don't let everyone turn back because I am afraid of running into a white butler, and those who can serve as a white butler have at least a sixth-level professional level. If we really run into it, we don't even have the ability to escape. Pale red, so I ask you, do you regret it. ”

Canghong really regretted it, he originally thought that even if it was a bad thing for the divine envoy, the divine envoy would not directly go out to trouble him......

"Ha, look at you. The mission of the divine envoy will have nothing to do with the swordsmen of the Qin Yin Empire, the vulture mercenary group should be improvised, if I guess correctly, their goal is in the other direction, as long as we pass through the swamp area in front of us for hundreds of miles, it will be safe. ”

Pale Red looked at Saleen with three points of confusion, he couldn't understand why this young magician didn't seem to care about messing with the oracle at all. It is impossible to say that Salin is ignorant, he is far more familiar with the structure and power of the Holy See than he is. I'm afraid this little mage is not as powerful as the Caucasian female warriors around him.

A first-level mage is no match for a sixth-level professional in any way.

"Although the Holy See is terrifying, it has risen for too short a time, and the only thing that can really be controlled is the Tangulas Empire. In Skocchia the power is far from enough. The level of the characters we provoked is too high, and they can't make a big deal in another empire, or it will cause a war. So you don't have to worry, as long as we leave Skocchenya and enter the Qin Yin Empire, we will basically be safe. The Qin Yin Empire is known as the Magic Empire, and it has always despised theocracy, hey, you don't understand it......"

Pale Red glared at Salin hatefully, he really didn't understand the key to this, he only knew that if he didn't escape as soon as possible, he would be targeted by the White Butler at any time. That's a sixth-level professional, equivalent to a fifth-level magician, or a high-level swordsman.

"What are you doing with me, whatever deacons he is, aren't we all dead?"

"Different, if you are a red deacon, as long as you are willing to throw yourself into the arms of God and choose to believe in God, you will not die. If you are a black butler, you can have special powers, and if you are favored by the inquisition, you will also have the opportunity to surrender. If you meet Deacon White, you should die. God makes nothing necessary. ”

Salin's words were like a hammer, striking down on the red heart. He did have that thought, but he really couldn't, it was a big deal to change to the arms of God, and it was better than being killed. Salin seemed to see through his thoughts, and his words made Pale Red completely dead.

After Salin said this, he closed his eyes, grasped the demon core, and accelerated the recovery of the magic string. Cang Hong didn't speak anymore, he was a junior sword master, equivalent to a level 4 professional, and he originally thought that he would stabilize this level 1 little mage. Now it seems that not only is he inferior to a magician in terms of combat effectiveness, but he is also greatly inferior in wisdom.

Crimson was depressed, a first-level magician was only equivalent to a second-level professional, why would he put so much pressure on himself?

In half an hour, the Sarin Demon String recovered, and the negative state on his body had not been eliminated, and he could barely let Xika move forward. Sarah also regained a little strength, and the four of them plunged into the swamp while it was still early.

The most dangerous thing in the swamp is not the monsters, but the traps. Tens of thousands of years of silt have been piled up, and it is impossible to measure how deep it is. Saleen has a strong sense and can bypass these traps, and the final threat is Warcraft.

Originally, this was also a thrilling journey, but now that Sika is almost recovered, she leads the way in front, often making a low whistling sound, and even when encountering a powerful demonic beast, Sika recites a spell from a distance, and the demonic beast watches for a moment, but avoids it.

Only then did Salin know why Pale Red had to hire a Caucasian at a high price, and most of the Caucasian warriors who could come out to experience it were blessed by the sacrifice and had the ability to communicate with the monsters. Although it is not possible to use demonic beasts like the magicians of the goddess of nature, it still has the ability to show kindness and not invade each other.

Along the way, except for using a stick to disperse a group of dinosaurs, Sika didn't do anything with other monsters. In the swamp of a hundred miles, when the four of them reached dawn and were almost exhausted, they finally passed halfway.

When the group of four people was hurrying in the night, they entered the cave in the chaotic swamp area, and a white-robed young man with four subordinates was passing by the battlefield of Saleen and others.

The white-robed young man was in his early twenties, and his robe was somewhat like that of a magician, but it was not designed with a belt, and it was very wide and flowing. Such robes are not suitable for adventure, and they are a bit cumbersome to fight. He was covered in dust, as if he had just come out of the water and then been dried by wind magic.

He leaned against the cave wall, frowning slightly, and watched with some impatience as his four men gathered information about the battlefield.

All four of them were dressed in armor, which had almost no gaps, as if it had been carved out of a single piece of metal. The edges of the armor are designed with blades, and each leaf is cast with a golden inscription. Only the samurai of the Holy See wear this look, and the samurai who are qualified to wear the armor of the gods are at least level five.

"My lord, the people of the vulture mercenary group are dead, and there are magicians among the enemies. A divine armor warrior cautiously reported, the white-robed young man's eyebrows furrowed, and his expression was cold.

"They deserve to die, these bitches raised them, they dare to resist the orders of the divine envoys, and for the sake of a little profit, they have modified the course of progress. ”

This white-robed young man spoke rudely, and his face was also tyrannical, which was obviously inconsistent with his identity. The four subordinates were silent, and they could only pretend not to hear.

"Can you catch up with them?" The white-robed young man seemed to hate this cave extremely much, and simply released a divine light, wrapping himself in everything, and even his face became blurred. Without waiting for his subordinates to answer, he immediately retorted to himself: "No, we have gone ahead according to the original plan, and we have delayed the affairs of the divine envoy, and even if we die, we will not be able to obtain salvation." Listen to me, this operation is over, find a way to destroy the vulture mercenary group, I get angry when I think about it now. ”

"Yes, Picasso. The four Divine Armor warriors bowed.

Salin and the others didn't know that they had escaped, and if they were caught up by this team, Salin probably wouldn't have any more means to escape. Four fifth-level samurai, plus a sixth-level sorcerer, such a power, unless it was his teacher's attack, it was possible to win.

The terrain of the chaotic swamp is complex, and even the climate is unpredictable, and after Saleen and the others have crossed the edge of a small swamp, the weather feels much warmer. Ahead is the plain, the land is dry, and there is no grass. Only a few species of plants that can be found in the desert have taken root in this small plain.

Except for Salin, the other three people were already fighting with their eyelids, and when they saw this dry plain, they wanted to set up camp immediately.

"Bear with me, let's go to the back of that dirt bag and rest. Salin didn't dare to relax, his magic string was restored, and he led everyone to the back of the dirt bag, which allowed the three of them to rest, and he was responsible for guarding.

"Captain, I'm asleep!" Sika said with some unease as he looked at Salin.

"Sleep, I'm recovering well. Saleen patted Shika on the shoulder and sat down himself, ready to check on the harvest of the past few days.

Crimson and Sarah were the first to fall asleep, and the tent had long since been lost, so they had to cover their cloaks and curl up as much as they could. Sika's leather armor was precious and had the function of regulating temperature, and she spread out on all fours, and fell asleep unsuspectingly by Sarin's side.

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