"Noah, congratulations, you will soon be the bishop of the Church...... And I'm just a little nun who does odd jobs. ”

Maggie said with a grin.

Noah scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Don't say that, Miss Maggie."

He raised his finger, and the shadows instantly filled the entire room, and the corpses of those white cat missionaries were suddenly shrouded in pitch-black "shadow coffins", which were immediately condensed into a ball and placed in Noah's palm.

"Go back, and send them back to the kingdom of my king, and rest in peace by my king......"

Noah said softly.

Maggie also retracted the idea of joking and nodded earnestly.

After saying goodbye to the three of them, the Polaris team also left, although the S-class mission failed this time, but the main purpose of Beizi Brother has actually been achieved, and the next step is to start preparing for the promotion of the Sage.

Everyone in the team was very happy about this.

Moreover, they have made contact with the Dawning Church, which can be regarded as having regained the organization, and they may be able to join it in the future.

Wait for everyone to leave.

Outside the empty residential buildings, the only sound of gunfire and artillery continued.

More than ten minutes later, the air fluctuated and distorted, and three straight figures walked out of it, led by none other than McNeil, the president of the History and Ritual Society.

His gaze froze instantly, looking at the corpse on the ground, silent for a long time.

"Shaquille is dead."

McNeil sighed.

Behind him, a woman in a brown turtleneck trench coat spoke:

"The Church of Dawn is not so easy to deal with, he is careless."

McNeil didn't reply.

He grimaced and waved his hand.

Whoa......

The sound of pages turning all around was heard all around.

The large empty room seemed to be covered with a layer of dim light.

The contours of floors, ceilings, walls, and windows begin to be detached, layered on top of each other, exuding a dull hue, and then, as if stepping back in time, the image begins to regress.

From the time Noah and the others entered the room to Shaquille's arrival, and he was hypnotized by the song as soon as he had time to make a move, and was immediately covered by shadows until he fell to the ground and died......

President McNeil and the two members of the "Seven Sages of Secrets" behind him watched silently and did not say a word.

The picture of the "playback" is reflected in their eyes.

Soon, McNeil's fingers moved slightly, and the image regressed again, and this time, it stopped when the magic scroll appeared and Noah's song sounded.

"That's the key to Shaquille's fall."

McNeil said lightly.

Another male sage with long hair and a shawl spoke:

"A scroll made by a magical demigod that contains the power of angelic hypnosis...... This is the breath of the sighing lady Dominia. ”

The sage said in a deep voice:

"The group came prepared, and Shaquille's trap not only did not succeed, but it was put around his neck...... It also made the young priest and helped him transform into the [Dark Side]. ”

"The Dawning Church has been hiding in the old spirit world, and we don't have much information to get, and now it seems that the Three Ladies of Pain have become the object of worship of the Dawning Church, except for the known god of cats, there are four god-level angels, including the King of Angels of the Bleak Lady, which is really difficult to deal with......"

McNeil said, looking at Alex again.

"This guy is very strange, be careful when you encounter it in the future, I suspect that he is a fictional character of a certain Angel of Destiny, with the characteristics of immortality and immortality, and at the same time carrying a powerful trickery on his body."

After listening to the president's words, the two behind him bowed solemnly.

McNeil stepped forward, and the sequence ability of the earth demigod [Gravedigger] was unleashed, and his figure was also covered with a layer of dim light, as if blending into the picture of history.

He walked straight to Alex's "corpse" and bent down to take off an Ouroboros-shaped ring from his finger.

And yet at this very moment.

McNeill frowned.

"Anti-divination? Or a ...... to elevate the position of power"

He muttered, and his face turned cold.

"The breath of the King of Clothes, heh, he has been dead for so long, and he still wants to protect these people under his command?"

McNeill clenched his palms and pulled the snake ring out of history, and a painful hiss sounded all around him, and the other two members of the Seven Secrets saw a picture coming from afar.

It was a small white snake that curled up in the hands of the young man with glasses, and then disappeared with the breath of life.

Both heard the young man's exclamation.

I couldn't help but sneer heartily.

"With this token, His Majesty will definitely be satisfied."

McNeill opened his palm, his eyes staring at the palm of his hand.

The serpent ring, covered in a dim yellow hue, was lying quietly.

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Deep in the spirit world, in a hidden space that has been artificially carved out.

There are endless ice fields here.

The biting cold wind blew violently, carrying snowflakes as sharp as knives, and roughly washed the entire snow-white world.

In the depths of the snow, where visibility is extremely low, an unpretentious stone round table sits on the empty ice, and more than a dozen figures, large and small, sit around the table.

"As the organizer of this gathering, I would like to give you a glass first."

The Snow Gentleman smiled as he picked up the wine glass carved from ice crystals.

The feathered hat on his head, and the white fur, danced in the wind like a fairy in the snow.

Everyone was silent, only symbolically raising their cups to sign.

In the quiet environment, only the Earl of the Flower Hat spoke:

"A toast."

Half a day.

Dressed in an ancient khaki bishop's uniform and wearing a high hat, the scroller, who looked like a dried corpse, played with a snake ring in his hand and hissed:

"I've got the key to Wonderland, Garcia, are you interested in getting involved?"

Grandgon, who sat at the other end of the round table, frowned slightly.

"'Fairyland' is the Cangwang Divine Kingdom, and its predecessor is the Old Spirit Realm...... Not only is there a cat god living there, but now that the three ladies of pain have joined, are you sure you want to go in so rashly? ”

"That's why I chose to cooperate with the 'Mortal Esoteric Sect'."

The curler smiled lowly.

"With the help of the ancient gods, the god of cats and the three ladies of pain are no longer in the way...... After you and I join forces to enter the fairyland, we will give priority to seize the authority, even if there is an accident that makes it impossible to do anything, we must destroy the fairyland and destroy the promotion ceremony that King Cang may have. ”

Gon Garcia groaned.

His gaze swept over the ancient gods at the round table, among these beings, the weakest were all angels, and the strongest Mr. Lonely Island even faintly overpowered him.

This gave Dagon a little more confidence.

"Destroy the wonderland...... Are you planning to force the King to intervene in order to interrupt his angelic promotion ceremony? ”

"Not bad."

The master said lightly.

At this time, squatting on a chair, most of his body was hidden in a retro pointed hat, the hat boy screamed:

"What are you going to do? Leonid ...... Don't forget, we want a 'non-return', and if we can't take it for us, then we should not talk about cooperation." ”

"There is no 'no return home', and cooperation is not negotiable."

The Earl of Tongue repeated.

The curler glanced at the hat boy and hissed:

"Of course, I will not forget this important terms of cooperation, but to be on the safe side, the plan is to start with the Pope of the Dawning Church...... In His hands, he holds the authority over the fairyland. ”

"Just a sage, leave it to me at that time."

The bird-headed human body, the emerald bird in a dress said lightly.

Mr. Lonely Island, the most burly and muscular man, spoke in a majestic voice:

"Then I'll be in charge of dealing with the Cat God, the Three Ladies of Pain will be handed over to the Commander, the Snow Gentleman, and the Feast Cedar, and the rest of the Esoteric Sect members will act with the two of you, how about it?"

The Celebrant and Dagon groaned for a moment, and agreed to the proposal.

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Fairyland.

At night, a bright moon hangs.

This is the "spectacle" that Floy spent years reluctantly using the power of Les Misérables and Wonderland.

Countless Wonderland residents were amazed, praised, and even sung about it.

Every night, in the City of Cats and the City of Light, many residents look up at the moon and pray to the gods in their hearts.

But what they don't know is.

The purpose of Pope Floy's move is pure and simple.

He is just waiting for a man for a vow.

Above a large, round, pale star.

In the silent darkness, a modest three-story apartment stood, surrounded by a vast gray earth, devoid of life.

On the first floor of the apartment, there is a flower shop surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, filled with a variety of flowers, and two cups of steaming flower tea brewed on the table.

On the side of the entrance to the apartment, a metal nameplate hangs.

"Seven Denton Street".

Half a day.

A figure came down from the second floor.

It was Floy, who was dressed in a black dress and wore an apron on her chest, who walked into the flower shop alone with two plates of food with a smile on her lips.

Laying down the plate, he elegantly tied his apron, folded it neatly and set it aside, and then sat down in his chair alone, staring out the window in a daze.

The beautiful purple eyes reflected the dead darkness and the empty gray earth.

"It's been five years, Lord Jack......"

The girl muttered.

"Floy is already on the moon, but why haven't you come back yet?"

He raised his right hand and looked at the two rings on his middle and ring fingers, lost in memory and contemplation.

It was an ivory snake ring, and a ring encrusted with purple gemstones.

Floy's longing grew day by day, especially in line with this lonely environment, in stark contrast to the bustling wonderland world under the moon.

He had now reached the end of the Black Sun Sequence Four [Undead], and all the conditions had been met early, but he had never tried the promotion ceremony of the three demigods [Ember] of the Sequence.

"The embers, the fire is extinguished, and they live to die......"

Floy muttered.

"But I don't dare, Lord Jack...... Floy is afraid that she will never see you again, that she will not be able to live up to your trust, and that Wonderland will be uncontrolled. ”

I don't know how long it has been.

The flower tea and the food are cold.

Suddenly.

Floy was awakened from her stupor by the sound of prayer.

He sighed and walked slowly out of the flower shop.

As soon as he went out, his image suddenly changed, and his originally casual black dress turned into a wide and solemn black robe, with the papal crown on his head.

His expression also changed to indifference.

Floy turned into a black light, and descended from the moon to the Church of Dawn in the City of Cats.

Noah, Maggie, and Alex are all quietly waiting.

Seeing that Noah had been promoted to the Conspiracy Sage, Floy's eyes flashed with surprise, but before he could congratulate him, he saw Noah hurriedly raise his hand.

In the open palm, there was a small white snake curled up in a ball and lost its breath of life.

"I beg your pardon for the sins of Pope Floy, the White Snake left behind by Mr. Jack was destroyed by the enemy in my hands......"

Floy frowned slightly.

He carefully took the corpse of the white snake, and after a while, said coldly:

"History & Ritual Society!"

(End of chapter)