Carol.

Under the command of the Great Priest of the Church of the Mother God of All Things, the strongest killer.

Ron really underestimated this elven assassin.

Her methods of hiding are really exaggerated, she seems to have some kind of mysterious ability, which can completely erase the traces of herself in the eyes of other creatures, even if she does not use invisibility, basically few people can detect Carol's traces.

Cecilia's strength was already quite good, and her vigilance was even more extraordinary, but she didn't notice the presence outside the window at all.

Outside the window, Carol's white teeth bit her lower lip, looking at Ron in the room with obvious resentment, and a little tangled, a small hand behind him, rubbing gently, vaguely seemed to recall the feeling of slapping and slapping his body.

Carol feels like she might be a pervert.

Spanked.

It actually feels a little cool.

That special feeling was like poison, even though Carol knew it was bad, but she couldn't help but sink and wanted to try more.

She admits that it's a terrible hobby.

Her life is less than a month left, and the time limit left by the high priest for herself is one month, and she must kill Ron within this month, but in the previous short fight, Carol already knows very well that Ron's strength is definitely not something she can deal with.

Not to mention that it's just a month, even if you give yourself another year, ten years, I'm afraid you won't be able to kill Ron.

And if you can't complete the task, you will be worthless waste in the eyes of the Great Priest.

Since it is waste, there is no need to exist.

The High Priest does not waste precious potions on waste.

That's right, they are all killers carefully cultivated by the Great Priest, and the Great Priest did not try to manipulate their spirits, perhaps because the Great Priest knew very well that the spirit of a living being was the most difficult existence to manipulate, and the slightest mistake would backfire on itself.

But the High Priest naturally has the means to control these tools, and that is the terrible potions.

The potion is called Bone Erosion.

The method of refining potions and antidotes is known only to the High Priest.

But Carol had seen what happened to her companions who failed to complete their quest and get the cure, their bodies as if they were soaked in concentrated sulfuric acid, rotting at a terrible rate, and no amount of healing magic was used.

Even the chants are only delaying the duration of the pain.

In the end, the flesh and skin of the whole body will rot cleanly, even the bones, all of which will rot.

After tasting all this extreme pain, you will be relieved from the torment and die completely.

That taste, that picture, the infernal hell is not far off.

Carol didn't try to tell the High Priest that Ron was strong and that she wasn't an opponent, that didn't make any sense, and would even make her own death earlier. No matter how good he is, in the eyes of the Great Sacrifice, he is just a tool after all, and a tool like himself is not a thousand but eight hundred on the side of the Great Sacrifice.

She grinned, her delicate little face a little bitter, and to be honest, she didn't quite understand what she was thinking now, and she didn't know what she was doing right now.

She doesn't even feel like she's qualified to be called human. Not even a beast, at best a monster with a human skin on its head.

Carol's figure, floating quietly outside the window, stared at everything in the room with a pair of emerald green eyes, looking at Cecilia, with a delicate face, using the pure white girl as a pillow, cuddling in her arms and falling asleep.

Is that really the bloody nun who has been famous for a while now?

Why are you laughing so silly?

The two faces are pressed together, and she is still rubbing around, is it very comfortable?

Also, this guy is still drooling, some saliva has dripped onto the little girl's face, thanks to this pure white little girl's sleep is heavier than Cecilia's, otherwise she must be full of disgust.

She looked at Ron, exhausted of her mana, holding the dragon crystal, slowly absorbing the energy in it and regaining her strength.

This should be a good chance to take out Ron, right?

After all, he looked as if he hadn't noticed himself at all.

However, Carol didn't know what was going on, she couldn't mention the slightest killing intent in her heart, looking at the quiet and warm picture in the room, her eyes couldn't help but have a touch of envy.

This seemingly simple life is as far away as a dream for her.

Huh!

She sighed slowly, drifted up a little, and sat on the windowsill with her back against the wall.

A pair of emerald green eyes, staring at the night sky in front of her, no one knows where her gaze is heading.

Scenes are unfolding in front of Carol's eyes.

It was a memory that she could never forget in her life, and it was also the pain and madness imprinted in her bone marrow.

"Who sent you?" A familiar voice came from behind him, different from before, this time the voice was somewhat soft, no longer as sharp as before, even if she didn't turn around, Carol knew who the owner of the voice was.

Squeak.

Ron opened the window from the inside, and with a hey, jumped forward, and sat on the windowsill as well, opposite Carol, with his back to the wall, his dark eyes sweeping over the elven assassin in front of him.

Again, even if Ron placed layers of seals on his body, and his combat power was forcibly suppressed at the peak of the legendary level, Ron's perception was not affected by the seals.

What's more, this time Carol didn't take special care to hide her whereabouts, Cecilia may not notice Carol's existence, but Ron can.

Ron was also very strange, Carol would follow and wait for an opportunity to assassinate him, which he had expected for a long time, but this time Carol appeared, but the sound of the system prompt did not sound.

What is this?

Could it be that this elven assassin did not have killing intent this time?

Originally, he planned to train Carol to be a qualified experience baby, but now it seems that he is about to fail.

Ron even deliberately took out a dragon crystal to absorb the power in the dragon crystal to confuse Carol, but Carol did not move at all from beginning to end, and after many attempts, Ron could only give up, simply did not pretend, had a showdown, and sat directly opposite Carol, but wanted to see what this elf assassin had planned.

After asking the question, Ron wasn't expecting an answer.

However, Carol's brows only furrowed slightly, and then she slowly spoke: "He. Fersen! ”

Ron raised an eyebrow, this time Carol was a little surprised by such cooperation, and it took two seconds before he reacted, his eyes drooping, and he muttered the name: "Hephelson...... Former High Priest of the Church of the Mother God of All Things? ”

Carol shook her head: "No, the current High Priest. ”

Ron's brow furrowed more and more.

Ron had a lot of information about the High Priest.

It's just clear that there may be some problems with the intelligence you have.

Of the seven Orthodox churches, the Church of the Mother of All Things is an alternative.

In the Church of the Mother of All Things, although there are also the positions of the Pope and the Great Holy Maiden, the Pope and the Great Holy Maiden called by the Mother of All Things are a bit too much to call puppets, but it is definitely not bad to call them mascots, more like some kind of Kanban Niang, to some extent represents the image of the Church of the Mother of All Things, nominally has the most revered status, but in fact does not hold actual power.

The real existence of real power is the great sacrifice.

In the Forest of Elves, the status of the Great Sacrifice is supreme.

Nominally on an equal footing with the Elven Queen, but in fact he can restrain the Elven Queen.

Of course, this was not the case with the original Church of the Mother of All Things, and it was not much different from the other six Orthodox Churches, and this change began one hundred and twenty years ago.

It is absolutely impossible for the Pope and the Great Holy Maiden, who represent the supreme authority of the Church of the Mother of God, to be controlled by a certain family for thousands of years like the Church of the Heart of Nature, and turn the huge church into a family.

The selection process is also very simple, millions of believers gather around the mother tree, praying, the mother tree will select two people from the believers, a man and a woman, the man will become the pope and the woman will become the great saint.

To put it bluntly, believers have no room to interfere with the results of this selection process except for participation.

The mother tree is everything.

Even the former Pope and the Great Holy Maiden have no power to influence the final result, and once the selection of the Mother Tree appears, then whoever is chosen will be unanimously supported by all believers.

One hundred and twenty years ago, it was the 232nd selection of the Pope and the Great Sage, and at this time, the Pope and the Great Sage were not mascots, but still existents in power.

Then, in the same year, there was an accident.

The mother tree did not choose any one.

Millions of believers knelt around the Mother Tree and prayed earnestly for seven days and seven nights, but the Mother Tree did not respond.

This change made all the elves panic in their hearts.

What frightened these elves even more was that a yellowing dead leaf fell from the Mother of All Trees!

Chapter 1 is 3,000 words

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