With a stiff feather and wings flapping, the bishop's figure flashed in front of Martin, and in an instant he stretched out his right hand and was about to squeeze Martin's neck.

This seemed to the other shepherds to be an unavoidable blow, and no one could have imagined that the usually mild-mannered and tall bishop would have such a thunderous means that the target had been locked on before the bishop could do it, and they could feel the delusion of petrification, and they almost trembled to accept the coming judgment in place.

And just as Bishop Thomas was about to take Martin's hand, the young man's figure disappeared from the spot.

Some shepherds noticed that the young shepherd didn't know when he put on a somewhat worn pair of round-rimmed glasses, which made him look more like a scholar.

It's a time slice.

Martin had put on the glasses that Haynes had given him before the fishmen had even "hatched" from the bubbles, just in case of the next surprise.

As Hines said before, if he kept wearing this pair of objects, which could foretell the short-lived future, he would become dull and silent, and gradually lose the desire to express himself.

So he will only wear it at certain times.

Just like now.

Martin sensed what was about to happen from the fragmentary "future" fragments provided by the time slice the moment the white feathers flew, and he dodged backwards, reacting one step ahead.

Thanks to this special "foreknowledge" and the improvement of the [Virgin's Body's Body's] ability to react to the body, Martin was able to avoid Bishop Thomas's attack.

His figure landed under the stone pillar not far away, his back was covered with sweat at the moment, and he was gasping for breath.

The momentary reaction had taken a huge toll on his mind and muscles, and he felt that if Thomas repeated it again, he would never be able to escape it.

He couldn't understand why this Bishop Thomas was suddenly targeting him, and the tall man had become a little strange from the moment he had stopped the shepherd's attack on Anne.

But whatever the reason, he can't confront this bishop at all, and the more methods he uses, the more likely it is that others will find out his identity, not to mention the twin flames that he relies on to protect himself, from the moment he saw Stanley, he was constantly reminding himself.

He had returned to the church to avoid suspicion, but instead he became a target.

Bishop Thomas didn't mean to stop, he looked at him without pupils full of whites, and then Martin felt the feeling of being locked in by some judge's presence.

The next moment, countless flying feathers reappeared.

Martin gritted his teeth, he had to rely on the trajectory predicted by [Time Slice] to respond, even if he couldn't dodge, he had to avoid damage to key parts of his body.

And this time, Thomas's right hand didn't touch Martin.

But not because Martin dodged.

Hines stood in front of Martin, the thin cane made of willow against the palm of Thomas's grasp.

Thomas's grim eyes were cast.

Hines didn't care, and said softly:

"Your Excellency, Bishop."

"I'm very confused by what you're doing."

Thomas recognized the old gentleman in front of him, and slowly lowered his wide open palm.

"He's the source of these fishmen."

He continued. And after saying this, the pupils reunited, and it was no longer the crazy appearance of the whites of the eyes.

And the Book of Blessings in his hand was temporarily closed.

"If I'm not mistaken."

Seeing this, Hines also put down his cane, looked at the fishmen without arms and hideous faces in the distance, and said:

"These creatures are the product of the 'Water Mirror' deck, and are low-level [Dream Tokens] created from human dreams."

"The mad wizards of the Cradle of Witches call them the Wave Chasers, and when their bodies mature, these tokens kill dreamers to gain complete independence, and the incomparably magnificent dreams that these people have bred before they die will also become a delicacy in the mouths of these fish."

"So, as long as you wake up the dreamer and stop the dream, these fish-people will disappear automatically."

"These, it seems, have nothing to do with your so-called source."

After Hines finished speaking, some of the shepherds stepped forward at his signal to wake up the believers on the benches.

"I don't think so."

An old voice rang out in the prayer hall.

This interrupted the shepherds' movements, and this sentence seemed to carry some mysterious power, which made the shepherds who wanted to do it suspicious, and they could not do anything in the face of the sleeping believers.

Martin's heart sank when he heard the voice, and what he feared had happened.

It's Stanley.

"These are indeed the Wavechasers."

Stanley also looked at the fish people who were still obsessively looking at the believers, and his face showed a deep disdain and disgust.

"I remember the last time these inferior creatures appeared in front of me, the man who summoned them called them unabashedly: all-encompassing, full of intelligence, and utterly beautiful."

"It's ridiculous."

"Bishop Stanley, have you seen these fishmen?"

When Thomas heard Stanley's words, he was a little interested, and seemed to be no longer obsessed with finding the source of the fish.

"That's right."

"It was when I was chasing down a [Void Minister] of 'Water Mirror' VII, and the ordinary people and most of the soldiers present were sent into the [Void Phase] dream he created, and then, the Void Seal shot into the Reality, and these ugly derivatives appeared."

As he said this, Stanley couldn't help but look at his right hand.

The old man had no thumb on his right hand.

"Their essence is the dream of the high-level card holder of the 'Water Mirror', or the projection of his emotions of fear and hope in the human dream."

After Stanley said this, he looked up at Martin.

"So the appearance of these dream tokens indicates that there must be a high-level card of 'Water Mirror' nearby."

If we don't solve this "water mirror", even if we wake up those believers, it won't help, and what just happened will only happen again and again. ”

This meaningful sentence undoubtedly led everyone's suspicious eyes to Martin, the common identification of the two bishops of the Church of the Light, which could not be explained in any way.

"But if, as you said, there is a 'Pollution Card' that is at least Rank VII in the Cathedral of Capernaum, then the [Right Hand of the King] enshrined here will not be unresponsive."

In the face of this rebellious old man, Stanley's tone did not back down in the slightest, and he was still firmly defending Martin.

Hearing the "king's right hand", Stanley and Thomas looked at Hines in unison, their expressions more or less surprised.

But this astonishment lasted only for a moment, and the two tacitly agreed not to continue to stare at the old gentleman, but remained silent.

"The King's Right Hand ......"

Martin's mind was filled with confusion as the object seemed to have a unique reaction to the "Pollution Brand".

He quietly observed the shepherds around him, and found that many of them were also confused, and seemed unfamiliar with the so-called appellation.

"Gollum ......"

As Martin quietly observed the reactions of the people around him, there was a dense bubble sound in his ears, nay, his cochlea, his eardrum, and even the inside of his brain, as if he was in the deep ocean.

And he was also in a trance, seeing a huge golden fish eye, staring at him through the glass tank-like barrier.

The huge fisheye turned nimbly and disappeared in a flash.

A tingling pain came through Martin's mind.

"Roaring ......"

At that moment, a terrible roar appeared in the prayer hall.

The meek and obsessive fish people suddenly began to roar in great pain as if they were suffering from collective hysteria, as if they were going through an extreme punishment, and they were about to get out of control and hurt the believers around them who were immersed in sweet dreams.

Everyone's eyes were instantly drawn to it, and Bishop Thomas immediately opened the book of the Heelphs again, trying to regain control of the group of fishmen.

But before he could do anything, all of these fish-men collapsed on the ground, and then, a strange scene happened, and the eyes of many believers on the bench began to shed crystal tears from the corners of their eyes, more or less, these tears quickly became larger, and finally turned into the colorful bubbles that had just appeared.

And the moment these believers shed tears, the hands that had been placed on their chests to pray all lost their strength, and their heads fell weakly to their chests, as if they had lost the breath of life.

Those colorful bubbles floated up, enveloping each of the fishmen, and then, countless fine bubbles appeared around the fishmen, and their figures were hidden in them, and it was impossible to know what was happening in the bubbles from the outside.

But everyone knows it's not going to be a good change.

At this moment, beside Stanley, a knee-high gray and white creature suddenly appeared.

It has only one eye that is blindfolded with a black cloth.

It's the Order token.

Still holding the quill, it watched the sight before it, muttered a "wulalala" sound, and began to write on a piece of gold-rimmed white paper in front of it.

As it was written, some of the bubbles began to burst, and the fluid poured out, forming pools of crystalline liquid on the ground, without the figure of the fish that had been wrapped in it.

But then, the fine bubbles that did not burst became more and more active and expanded, and even if the bubbles on the surface broke, new bubbles would re-encapsulate them.

This made the [Order token] a little annoyed, and its patience didn't seem to be very good, and it began to curse something, and began to write harder and harder.

On Thomas's side, the Book of Hephews had been opened again, and the words on it were now becoming more and more turbulent, as if they were scrambling to escape from prison.

"Go, go and make amends for your crimes."

Thomas watched the surging words in silence, and finally, three distorted words broke free from the confines of the Book of Hephelds and rushed out.

The three inky texts became three black phantoms in the form of two men and a woman, each holding a dagger, a revolver, and a hemp rope.

Thieves, robbers, and prostitutes.

All of them were once notorious criminals in history, imprisoned in the Book of the Blessings of Bishop Thomas, and became immortal beings, who were used by the bishop of the Church of the Light for early liberation.

The thieves are nimble, the robbers are fierce, and the prostitutes are cunning, and they turn into phantoms that rush into the bubbles in mid-air, and they have to take their own measures against the bubbles that have no power to fight back.

That's when those bubbles burst.

Several smooth arms with perfect muscle lines stretched out from each of them, easily blocking the attacks of these criminals.

Then, the remaining colorful bubbles burst completely, and a tall, handsome-looking young man appeared, red and green all over the ends of their hair, forming an exaggerated beauty with their blue bodies, like natural leaders.

"Thou art all-encompassing, full of wisdom, and altogether beautiful."

[Soldiers of the Waves].