"How?" Bishop Nadal frowned.

The mysterious Miss Punisher pulled her mask down a little and shrugged her nose: "There are too few clues to judge." I could only smell the faint smell of the demon general in the air. This guy doesn't have a soul mark for believers to worship, and most of it is a miscellaneous general who has no territory in the bottomless abyss. ”

The bishop was silent for a while: "Could it be that some demon warlock who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead has gotten away and been killed by the demon general who has been summoned, and then taken away?" ”

"It's not! Demons and demon believers are all chaotic camps, they do things rampantly, everywhere they pass, there are embers of soul flames everywhere, ordinary people can die when they touch it, how can they be so clean. Even if it is just to come out, even the deep sea will leave the breath of their souls. ”

Bishop Nadal asked unwillingly: "Or maybe some crazy cult high priest used a spirit circle to lure the demon general and swallow his flesh and blood completely?" ”

Miss Punisher really wanted to scold this bishop who didn't know the dangers of the world and only cared about self-cultivation all day long.

The new bishop, who was only thirty years old, was clearly inexperienced in such matters.

She complained indignantly in her heart: That's why I hate theorists.

Helplessly, the identity of the other party was here, and she had to explain patiently:

"First of all, it is unlikely that the followers of the Great Sin of Order-abiding Evil used the Spirit Summoning Array to kill the Demon General, and the Demon General itself is a collection of chaotic forces. Its soul is the most powerful soul toxin. The flesh also carries highly corrosive elemental powers, usually the fire element. ”

After thinking about it, she added, "In order to purify or absorb the soul of a miscellaneous demon general, you must at least be a genuine devil general. Otherwise, it will not only suffer from indigestion, but will also reduce its combat power for a long time. During this period, it is very likely that his power will be out of control, causing his camp to shift, and then turning himself into a demon with a lack of mind. ”

Bishop Nadal pondered for a moment: "In this way, the only one who can easily do this can only be the Great Elder of the Church of Light, or even from God, or ...... An evil god? ”

This time, without the punisher's rebuttal, he had already laughed: "How is this possible! Forget it, let's give those muscular men on the sea a headache. ”

Over the past thousand years, the orthodox church has already formed a complete set of mechanisms, saying that it is good to call it joint punishment of evil, and saying that it is not good is called unanimous xenophobia.

Those who are not orthodox will be under terrible siege.

If something happens to any of them, as long as the church's strength is not weakened very badly, so as not to make the other families turn their faces, according to the [Millennium Covenant], other churches must give financial and material compensation.

Who killed a demon general and didn't jump out to ask for credit?

It wasn't done by your own church, it couldn't have been done by an evil god, right?

An evil god helps the orthodox church here solve the trouble, and it doesn't matter if he wipes his mouth clean afterwards, and he doesn't leave a spatial mark or find a way to expand his evil beliefs.

Could it be that the evil gods do good deeds without leaving a name?

Burst!

It's ridiculous to think about.

That's the weirdest thing about this incident.

Nadal's mixed force, from top to bottom, no one can figure this out.

However, it is precisely because he knows that the sea is basically the territory of the Church of Storms, and the cunning old men of the Church of Light and Night will send Nadal, a young man, to lead the team.

I was thinking that he would be the gas bag.

They don't know that they are the ones themselves who have ruled out a correct answer......

This time, don't look at the storm church rudely dispersed a group of melon-eating people, in fact, they themselves are very nervous.

The Storm Church of the Holy Wright Empire is located on a seaside cliff on the outskirts of the capital.

Whether it's a sunny day or a stormy night outside, as soon as you get within three kilometers of the club, you'll step into a massive, spinning tornado.

Winds and torrential rain hit the façade of the church day and night, making it necessary to light oil lamps and candles all year round in the cathedral, which covers an area of more than 10,000 square meters.

The Storm Church refuses to use electrical appliances because any electrical appliance in this day and age will be destroyed and malfunctioning in the church due to the sudden lightning strikes that fall from time to time.

No lightning rod will work.

Cardinal Patton, who was as burly as a bear, pushed open a secret door in the inner part of the church, guarded by two giant men.

With a slight wave of his hand, the electric light of his fingertips is the best key, so that the stone door in front of him will automatically separate to both sides.

In front of him was a pool of lightning bolts.

From time to time, electric sparks jumped out of the pool.

An old man in a black robe who had sewn his eyes on his knees kneeling in the pool, only the part above his waist was above the water, and he said in a deep voice to Barton: "Three questions! Depending on the severity of your question, it will be up to me to answer all of them. ”

Don't look directly at God!

Don't peep into God!

If today's events in San Casao involve a true god and Barton's question is inappropriate, then the master soothsayer who is holding the question and peeping at fate is likely to be forced to suffer the backlash of fate and die on the spot.

If it weren't for the fact that today's events were too weird, Barton would never have wanted to deal with it in such an extra-specious way.

Cardinal Patton pondered for a moment and spoke, "Will the demon general who died today near the city of San Casao affect the Storm Church's control of the sea?" ”

The blind old man took out a small fragment of a meteorite from his bosom and threw it into the pool seemingly at random.

The fragments containing a faint storm divine power drew a dazzling arc and finally fell to the surface of the water.

The strange thing is that the metal meteorite, which is obviously quite heavy, hit the water surface, as if falling on the hard floor tiles, making a "clang" metal collision sound, and it did not sink to the surface of the pool, let alone set off even the slightest wave.

The old man should also breathe a sigh of relief: "This incident has nothing to do with the Storm Church. ”

Barton bowed to the old man: "Thank you, Master." ”

"No thanks, I don't mind coming more of this kind of divination."

"The master is humble."

Barton turned around and left, and as soon as he went out, he ordered: "Seal all the investigation files for this incident." ”

"Yes!"

At this moment, the sea hundreds of miles away is calm.

Mark looked in the direction of San Casao City, a little distracted: "I wonder if I can avoid it this time?" ”

"It should be fine." Helena sighed.

"Why do you say that?"

"If we are locked in by the Storm Church, in their way, then we should have dark clouds and lightning and thunder over our heads."

Mark pursed the corners of his lips and said, "Before I went to St. Lither, I worked hard for you." ”

"It's okay, I'm in good spirits." Helena smiled brightly.

Mark was a little worried.

Helena had a working person at his disposal.

Sailing is not something that can be done by one person.

People will be tired and need to eat and sleep.

As long as Helena drove the boat, it was to catch a bitter haha and use it to death.

He can learn to sail a boat, but sailing is the most experienced, not just looking at the instrument to drive a good ship.

Finally managed to find a small mobile base, and Mark really didn't want the ship to sink or run aground or something.

Staying in the cockpit didn't help, so Mark simply went to the bilge to study his loot.

Five minutes later, looking at the pieces of fresh meat wrapped in mysterious bubbles, Mark had only one feeling - that was exaggeration.

The Miscellaneous Demon General is also a Demon General!

Eating this thing, according to the book, there is a high probability that the soul will be polluted on the spot, and the body will be shattered, and it will become a monster like Garion.

The essence of the soul is a highly condensed and self-willed spiritual energy body.

When a general's head is clicked off, its soul core is gone.

"Unexpectedly, Basatan is actually a spirit world."

Bei Ye quotations - remove the head and eat it.

Basatan not only removed the head of the demon general, but also sucked the part of the spirit on the demon general's body that had the most soul imprint like drinking milk tea.

The super-poisonous soul impurities in the eyes of mortals are similar to cumin and other spices on top of the barbecue in front of the genuine evil gods.

This is cheaper for Mark.

"It's a pity that the efficiency of the Light Purification Circle is too low."

In fact, it is not that the magic circle is inefficient, but that there is a lack of a bright powerhouse who presides over the magic circle.

If the cardinal were to push the circle, it would take a single cup of tea to melt a large chunk. But there is no one to preside over it, so you can only rely on the magic circle to absorb the power of the sun and slowly dissolve the target.

Mark closed his eyes and could clearly sense that on this ocean, the twelve moons were dim. The power of the sun spreads gently over the gently rippling sea.

This circle is a whirlpool with a diameter of ten meters, absorbing the residual heat of the sun on the surface of the sea.

It seems that the circle is very large, but it is small compared to the vast and endless sea.

The original owner tried to use the circle as secretly as possible, which again became a shackle that restricted the speed of decomposition.

Mark was a little helpless, but he knew that he should be content.

After some calculation, it would take about a whole day to melt away the spiritual flesh and blood about the size of a finger.

Even so, such a high-purity spiritual substance is not something that Mark can absorb casually.