【Titan Town - Unknown House】

"Huh? Where did the trash fish come from hiding in the shadows and watching!? Die! ”

In a trance, the Bishop of Darksun heard an unpleasant voice.

That tone always reminded him of the summer in the slums, looking at the insects lingering over the stinky ditch at the door, and saying something in a similar unpleasant tone before he became a professional.

I don't know if the insect who was crushed to death by himself at that time will have such an experience of himself.

But at this time, he only felt his brain trembling!

No, it's the brains that are boiling!

For a moment, it was as if nothing mattered!

The draft of the "Shri Sutra" on the table seemed to be unable to withstand the backlash that crossed the mind and body and fed back to the draft, and was corroded by that force almost instantly.

The draft of the Nahiri Sutra was like a girl who was powerless to resist, and the smiling skeleton and the Dark Sun emblem painted on the cover shattered and fell in an instant, and the abnormal power infected the draft itself.

Bishop Darksun only felt that when he looked at the note, it was as if he had seen the draft that he had been in his hands for many years, and that he was gradually losing the strength to resist.

Motionless, the strange force swelled within it, and before it knew it, the markers representing the Church of the Dark Sun on the note gradually fell off, revealing the clean draft itself.

The paper of the draft was gradually dyed with pale pink patterns, and it changed from a dark and eerie book of evil gods to a mysterious scroll that seemed to catch the eye at a glance.

What's going on? Resist! Why don't you resist!

Aren't you the treasure that my god Shirek has given me? Why did you give up on resisting like this?

He had mastered the draft of the "Ciri Sutra" for many years, and subconsciously wanted to use the magic given by Shirek to regain control of the draft in his own hands.

But in the next second, something happened that made him lose his color, and the draft of the Ciri Sutra actually didn't react!?

Bishop Darksun, who was already feeling a pain in his head, only felt that it was dark in front of him.

Five years ago, it was by chance that he had obtained a draft of the Book of Hiri that allowed him to emerge from the chaotic slums and become a Black Sun priest of extraordinary status.

He had no relatives for a reason, but he once regarded the draft of the Ciric Sutra as his spiritual sustenance, and he was extremely convinced that he could become a professional, which was the result of the great Ciric's guidance with the help of the draft.

He could feel that when he preached the teachings of Shirek among the people, it was as if he felt God's gaze on him through the draft.

This gaze made it easier for him to control and exert the power of the draft, and the spiritual connection between one person and one draft became more solid over time, and even the path of pastor with him was smoother than normal.

But now, when he tried to call out the draft with divine magic, the draft of the Ciri Sutra turned a deaf ear to him.

An indescribable sense of loss made him feel flustered.

But the next moment, he watched with panic and disbelief as the pale pink light filled the draft's body, and the aura of murder and destruction contained on it completely dissipated.

The Darksun Bishop felt a basin of cold water pour over his head.

He sensed it, and the draft had adapted to the new power and changed into another shape.

He held out his hand to the draft in pain, muttering, "No, don't, don't leave me......"

But in the next moment, the draft quickly faded from the form it once belonged to the Darksun faction and transformed into a completely new form.

It was a form he had never seen or understood before.

The Chaos Ocean unfolded again, and the Dark Sun Bishop could only see it with his own eyes, and it wantonly showed itself to a spiritual body in the Chaos Ocean with a new attitude.

It prostrated under the apparition of the mind-body of terrifying beauty, and it was not long before it, as if it had been approved, slowly melted into the succubus's mind.

At the end, when it was about to be swallowed up, the draft seemed to finally react, and on the clean paper, a pale pink light flew out and hit the Bishop of Darkness directly.

In a trance, he seemed to see a pair of eyes that radiated a faint luster.

Is that...... Enchanting Eye?!

A look of horror flashed in his eyes, but soon a red glow of "controlled" flashed in his eyes.

As the red light gradually dissipated, he seemed to have woken up from a dream, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"Is this the power that drove the Prince of Lies crazy?"

Bishop Darksun remembered, all remembered.

He is not a so-called bishop at all.

He was just a mortal who was dominated by the draft of the Ciri Sutra.

The Shri Sutra is one of the most dangerous books on the continent.

If read in its essence, it will turn the viewer into a fanatical follower of Shirek, the Prince of Lies, and will create a frenzied conspiracy around the world to carry out Shirek's teachings.

He had just gotten the draft of the Book of Hiri and read it, and he had gone insane.

He firmly believes that he is the most devout believer in Shirek, the backbone of the great church that promotes the Black Sun, and the bishopric priest who has this great power.

And under the guidance of this unwavering faith, the gifts of Cirek will befall more and more of his devout believers.

The reversal of cause and effect, the creation of devout believers first, and then the feedback to the gods with the help of pious faith, and the gods in turn give gifts by faith, this is the power of the mad god in the Shiri Sutra.

But now, that power has been corrected by another, higher power.

Ah~ah~ Nameless and beautiful noble god, thank you for pulling me out of the cage of conspiracy and giving me a new lease of life! Your loyal believer, Alan Arkham, offers you a devout faith!

A flash of red light flashed in the Dark Sun Bishop's eyes.

He just felt as if he was free.

But perhaps he had never thought that the easiest way to break a curse was to replace it with another, more dangerous one.

For example...... Using the distorted draft of the Ciri Sutra as a medium, the enchanting spell "Constant Enchanting Eye" is released.

At that moment, a wriggling shadow appeared.

A figure in the uniform of the Dark Sun Priest was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a unconscious barbarian in his hand: "Lord Bishop, the mission has failed. ”

"I already know." Alan Arkham said, "Chris, do you remember how I asked you to deal with that Anthony's successor when we came to Lancaster? ”

"Yes, Your Excellency, your subordinates have not forgotten~

If the opponent is great, we will attack him for being corrupt and taking bribes.

If he is honest and honest, he will be discredited for his private misconduct.

If he is loyal, spread rumors that he has a strange personality.

People can't be perfect, and if that's the case, then find an opportunity to kill him, and then say that he died of illness. ”

"Very good, you are indeed a qualified Dark Sun believer." A warm smile appeared on Allen's face, and the dark believer looked at the mace hanging above his head in a daze, and a trace of cold sweat fell.

"Lord~Bishop?" He asked fearfully.

"Hello Chris, allow me to reintroduce you to our Heavenly Father and Savior...... You will surely be touched by his compassion and radiance. ”

Chris chick pecked rice and nodded frantically: "Don't dare to move, ah no...... I mean, touched, so touched! ”

"Ah, you are indeed a qualified listener! As I preach the beauty of my God, please do something first......"

"That's for sure, it's a pleasure to serve you!" He said aloud.

"Very well, Chris, go close the door......"