That night, An Ling opened the door and came to a simple but not dirty room, sat down on a bed with only a thin layer of mats, and looked around with great interest, with light in his eyes.

Because the old priest Roy fainted, and Priest Sheena, who was also a newcomer, was not familiar with the interior of the church and could not arrange a room for An Ling, so An Ling chose one of the empty rooms in the backyard of the church as his temporary housing.

Anyway, there are only the three of them in the Green River City Church, and there is nothing wrong with An Ling doing this.

The vacant room that An Ling chose had obviously had an owner before, because there was a strong smell of sweat and other peculiar smells, and it was obvious that there used to be an energetic young man living here, perhaps one of the knightly guards who were killed by the robbers.

The wooden home bears signs of wear and tear, a ring of non-obvious sweat stains on the cold mat, a wooden sword in the corner of the room, and some large self-encouragement characters are carved crookedly on the wall.

All this peaceful and beautiful atmosphere of life made An Ling strange and nostalgic, after spending so many years in the abyss, he was finally able to live in a place where he lived alone.

An Ling will make a note of this room because it means a lot.

"Ha~"

With a dumb laugh, An Ling retracted his gaze, and slowly opened the Guangyan Breathing Method scroll in his hand to watch the contents on it in the moonlight projected into the room from the window.

"It's amazing, but it's not as incomprehensible as I thought."

An Ling quickly read the contents of the scroll, closed his eyes and digested it, then stood up from the bed, pulled out the holy sword in the scabbard, held the big sword back, and gently pressed the tip of the sword to the ground.

Subsequently, one by one, An Ling's whole body muscles breathed in a special rhythm, and at the same time, the holy power in the holy sword was extracted, integrated into his own blood, and controlled his blood movement with consciousness, flowing in a special way, rushing to the heart.

The warrior's breathing method is the first and most crucial step. It is to control the blood flow of one's body under the premise of having a strong body, impact the heart, and give birth to a seed of magic power in the heart. After that, he can extract magic from his own blood at will and use it for his own use.

This step is very crucial, and there is a lot of emphasis on the role of external forces. As far as the Light Flame Breathing Method is concerned, if a practicing paladin wants to plant the seeds of Light Flame magic in his heart, he must use the Holy Power from the outside world to integrate the Holy Power from the outside world into the blood, so that he can plant the seeds when the blood travels against the heart.

And An Ling is doing such a thing now.

An Ling wanted to try if he, as a demon, could plant a seed of divine magic in his body, if this could be successful, it would be too interesting!

Although the power of the abyss and the holy power are completely opposed, the power of the abyss of An Ling is all contained in the soul, so it is theoretically feasible to do so.

The crazy rush of blood rushed to the heart, and under the special breathing rhythm and muscle rhythm, the holy power in the blood slowly converged in the heart in a special way.

"Hmm~"

Suddenly, An Ling snorted, the green tendons of his whole body burst out, and a trace of gold flashed in his emerald pure and beautiful pupils. Then he slowly exhaled a breath of air.

"Success?"

An Ling blinked, raised his palm, and a cloud of gas-like energy was accumulated in his palm, and there was a red in the pale golden light of this energy, like light and flame, holy and majestic.

This is exactly the magic used by the vast majority of Templar Knights, the magic of light and flame. Now, this magic is in the hands of a demon.

"Ahem, it's hot!"

Suddenly, An Ling, who was fiddling with a new toy, felt that his back became extremely burning, similar to a recurring burn, irritating his muscles and skin, and he was helpless.

This kind of pain is very similar to when the Holy Sword burned his soul, but An Ling obviously didn't carry the Brave Holy Sword on his back now, why did he suddenly feel this way?

An Ling clenched the hilt of the holy sword, and after making sure that it was not the brave holy sword, he put the holy sword on the bed and touched his back.

It was extremely strange that An Ling actually felt some scars.

His human body was obviously immaculate since birth, and even if he was injured, he could be regenerated in an instant, so it was impossible for him to have any scars.

An Ling took off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body, and turned his back to the mirror in the room.

"Huh? What is it? ”

In the mirror, An Ling saw that on his back, which was often burned by the Holy Sword, countless slender and winding red scars appeared, and these scars were not chaotic, but together they formed an incomparably exquisite, sacred, and mysterious beautiful pattern.

It is as if it is a work of art with burn marks and a notched depiction on a human head.

An Ling looked at the marks on his back for a long time, and couldn't see anything at all. It is clear that these imprints appeared suddenly, and their significance is completely unknown.

"Forget it, if you can't figure it out, you don't want to."

An Ling shook his head, sat back on the bed, and looked at the moon outside the window in a daze, not knowing what to do.

An Ling didn't want to sleep because he had been a demon in the abyss for too long, and his memories were almost full of chaotic things. Once An Ling enters the unconscious state of "sleep", once he dreams, very terrible things may happen.

Maybe when you wake up, you will see the ruins of a city.

What's more, An Ling's intuition told him that sleeping and dreaming could be a very painful experience, and An Ling didn't want to try it.

Looking at the beautiful moonlight in the sky, An Ling wanted to cultivate his magic power a little, after all, the magic seed in his heart had just condensed, and he was still very weak and needed to grow.

However, the magic cultivation of a warrior is not as good as that of a mage, and the disturbance will be very large, and it may not be necessary to make others sleep. So after thinking about it for a while, An Ling decided not to do it.

He thought he would just sit in bed in a daze and wait until tomorrow morning.

……

The next morning, the bright morning sun poured over the earth, the night faded, and the vibrant city of Green River City ushered in a beautiful new day.

Wild cats sleep in shady corners after a busy night, and early birds have begun to chirp.

The old priest Roy walked alone on the streets in the early morning, holding a piece of yellow paper in one hand and paste in the other, looking a little confused and confused, and walked to the adventurer's guild in a daze.

He couldn't remember how he had slept last night, or why he had woken up in a room that wasn't his own. Just remember that you have a good night's sleep.

But these are not important, what matters are the things that are on Roy's mind.

A new, young priest has come to the church, ready to deal with all sorts of evil events and other commissions. Roy had to post the news on the adventurer's guild's big board as soon as possible.

After applying the paste on the large bulletin board, Roy carefully pasted the message notice and slapped it twice to make sure that the paper was pasted on the board, and then the old man smiled and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, an extremely powerful palm grabbed Roy's wrist.

Roy turned around a little frightened and saw three adventurer girls dressed with extraordinary temperament and haggard expressions with anxiety.

"You...... You guys"

"You said there was a new priest of light in the church! Is it true? ”