After not seeing each other for many days, Kiraya finally said a few serious words.

As a schanter whose magic is far stronger than Vincent's, her opinions may not be true, but they can't be completely ignored.

Ninia Wald is actually the Chosen of Light?

"It's time to think about it, do you really want to keep this dangerous person? The most holy light and the darkest chaos cannot be blended after all, and what should you do when the power is strong enough to escape your fate?"

Vincent himself had no idea that this would happen, and he had just thought it was an ordinary protector - after all, the kind of petty gods often appeared among the believers of the god of light and order.

This is the case for many priests and paladins who use divine power, and they also have a lot of grips in the church system.

However, it is impossible for the ordinary Bright God Chosen to get along with the demons who believe in the Chaos Demon God for a long time, whether in terms of belief or growth method.

Chaos dissolves their power, corrupts their spirits, and in severe cases, even leads to depravity.

Vincent is a royal family, a high-level demon born directly from the source of chaos in the abyss, and his body has part of the power of the demon king directly from birth, and has stronger erosion and impregnation power for the apostles of light.

Therefore, Vincent and Bishop Bellman never get along for a long time, not only because he did not like the atmosphere of the church, but also because he wanted to protect ordinary Terrans.

However, Ninia is completely different, she follows the demon prince, but this girl takes a big advantage?

Every day, the chaotic power of the high-level demon clan is secretly transformed into divine power and accumulated, which sounds too unbelievable.

An indescribable strange feeling rose in Vincent's chest, and he was tempted to think that such words were just the alarmist words of the enchanting witch, but he could not convince himself to ignore the warning.

Light and chaos are connected in this way.

Is this an incomprehensible and irresistible fate?

For a while, Vincent looked at the unconscious girl, and his heart was unusually confused.

"Hmph, what's that? Do you want me to create a negative spirit buffet for you?"

Finally, Vincent calmed himself down a little, and prevaricated in a nonchalant tone.

"Whether it's the Chosen One of Light or not, what you say doesn't count. I'm going to ask the bishop...... By the way, isn't his brother there too? I want to investigate!"

"The investigation is urgent, but I still have to warn you that the truly chosen ones are protected by the gods, and they may not be able to control them casually." Kiara said in an unusually serious tone, "My brother, you need to be prepared for the blood curse to be breached."

This was a question that had to be taken seriously, Vincent nodded, looking at the blonde girl sleeping like an angel, the expression on his face cloudy.

"The wind is blowing." Kiraya's doppelganger sat on her brother's shoulder and looked wistfully at the sky, "It looks like it's going to rain."

"The sound of summer rain is annoying......" Vincent patted his shoulder, crushing the clone into a black mist, "There must be a lot of trouble to be busy tonight."

By the time Vincent returned to camp, the battle was long over.

The army summoned by the cult was attacked by the cavalry and the undead creatures who followed it, and the losses were extremely heavy, and the corpses that the skeletons picked up in the field alone reached more than 350 corpses.

In addition to this, there were more than forty captives, many of whom were captured after being hit by horses or knocked unconscious.

In the cool night rain and mud, many monsters roamed the nearby forests and wilderness, continuing to hunt down the cultists who had fled and hidden.

Vincent's army, together with the Church's guards, lost more than eighty skeletons and more than twenty cavalry, the main losses coming from Ninia's besieged small forces and Malas's hapless cavalry who fell into a deep ditch and were trampled and crushed.

When Bishop Bellman saw the loss, his face was always an ugly iron blue, which silenced all the priesthood under him.

This is already the time since the Bishop took charge of the local Church

, encountered the greatest military losses.

There is no loss in inaction, and there is something to be endured if you make a difference.

"Your Lord, please allow us to participate in the interrogation of the cultists." The bishop made a rare decision that had nothing to do with mercy, "Even the gods cannot forgive this wicked thug."

"My lord, I think it is more suitable for you to recite the Requiem for the dead than to the laborious work of judgment," Vincent reassured the Bishop, "and the warriors who defend the faith will not die in vain."

"My poor and honorable subordinates are too unworthy of their sacrifice." The Bishop lamented, "Sir Malath is old, he is too arrogant and contemptuous, and he is not as good as the young Scavua."

"Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and ten thousand trees spring in front of the sick tree." Vincent comforted him in strange language, and then said to the discouraged bishop, "Teach us the judgment, and if you wish, you can send someone to guide you on the spot, and I promise you to hear whatever confession you want."

"This ...... I believe it." The bishop lifted his spirits a little, "In this respect, you will certainly not disappoint."

"Please believe that we are professional in the theory and practice of large memory recovery."

"My men report that there are generals and soldiers of the Herodian army." The bishop lowered his voice a little and said, "This is not good news."

"It doesn't matter, I'll do it." Vincent smiled in a worrisomely strange smile, "The more they come, the more they understand how stupid they are."

"The greater the crime of this group, the better, and the more blasphemous the better."

The bishop's words did not surprise Vincent, for what the Church needed more than the worthless spoils of war was an attitude of dignity.

Seeing the accusations that the bishop had listed at some point, Vincent felt that his imagination in his two lives could not fill the brains of the great men of the church.

"The Liberal Cult wants to build a theocratic state that transcends races and countries?" Vincent asked with some tears and laughter, "This is a terrible charge."

Of course, if it weren't for the fact that he had allowed the lich to manipulate his memories and get the cultists to admit that they intended to assassinate Lord Bishop, Bellman would not have been so excited.

"There is no evil thing that cultists dare not do." Bishop Bellman replied in a low voice, "Only when others are in misery can they take advantage of it. Isn't it proof that all kinds of people can work for them?"

After a few more conversations with the Bishop, Vincent left the Bishop's tent and walked towards the edge of the woods where his troops were.

I have to say that although it is raining tonight, the subordinates are working hard.

From lichs and necromancers to ordinary monsters, they are all sparing no effort to use their ancestral skills to perform the Great Memory Restoration Technique, allowing terrifying screams and wails to fill the wilderness.

The sound of bloodshed and rain mingled to achieve the same harmony in sound, but less creepy.

Arriving at a tent, Vincent saw that Sadaka was already standing at the door, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Inside is Ninia's brother?" Vincent asked, "Are you still alive?"

"Not dead, saved by Plani." "But just now, the necromancer discovered something strange."

"What's that?"

"The dark magic of the bloodline shows that there is no ...... between this man and Ninia Kinship."