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Volume One Chapter 360 The Way Ahead

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    Chapter 360: The Road Ahead Having avoided the danger, Miriel took off the clothes that had become a burden, and then looked at the fat man.  Drops of still-hot blood slowly fell from his back, forming irregular straight lines on the tower.  The fat man did not attack immediately, but focused his attention on the spear. When he was sure that the spear was not damaged at all, he felt a little more relaxed.  It seems that the corrosive effect of the green tentacles is not as strong as imagined. At least it cannot corrode the spears made of rare materials. This also means that as long as the fighting spirit defense reaches a certain level, the corrosive effect will be ineffective.  Doing this alone is just a situation analyzed by Fatty. In fact, the terror of this green tentacle has reached an unimaginable level. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The effects attached to it alone are difficult to defend against, corrosion is just one of them, and if you want to know the others, you will need several experiments to find out.  But in combat, it may only take one contact to determine the final outcome.  "What is this?" The fat man cast his eyes on Miriel and asked in confusion.  Fatty believed that Millier would give him an answer, and at this moment, he also understood Millier's final intention.  Although this intention made Fatty feel a little better, he had to continue.  "Dark Sacred Skill, Negative Tentacle." Miriel, who realized that Fatty had understood his intention, smiled softly and said to Fatty.  "Negative Tentacle" Fatty muttered softly. Although Miriel did not explain it in detail, the name of this combat skill was enough to determine many things.  This tentacle is somewhat similar to a magic scroll that Fatty once used. The magic scroll called the saliva of the Dark God has a series of negative effects.  Although it does not have any substantial attack power, its auxiliary effect in battle is enough to make any warrior feel very hated.  The speed is reduced, the power is reduced, and even it is cursed. If you face enemies of the same level, these effects are undoubtedly fatal. Even if you face enemies of lower levels, you will be capsized if you are not careful.  But what¡¯s even more troublesome is the words dark holy skills. These words mean that negative tentacles are just one of a huge group of combat skills.  There are more powerful combat skills that favor this style.  "Malegobi" The fat man sighed involuntarily.  Although he created a combat technique that can break the holy shield, such as the battlefield attack, it is still insignificant in the face of the thousands of years of accumulation of the Holy See.  It was only then that the fat man understood the power of the Holy See.  This strength is not just because of how many powerful warriors and priests the Holy See has, but because of the thousands of years of accumulation. As long as these accumulations can be passed down, even if the Holy See is destroyed, there will be a day when it will make a comeback.  "Okay, the time is almost up. Let's continue the battle." Listening to the fat man's sigh, Miriel laughed.  At this time, Miriel's smile became so relaxed, no longer feeling that heavy.  ¡­¡­¡­ Looking at the familiar temple in the distance, Eurybia¡¯s face was not pretty, and there was some worry mixed in her soft brows.  Kodak¡¯s report did not make Eurybia¡¯s heart feel lighter. On the contrary, the solemn feeling became heavier and heavier.  Being able to tie with Miriel means that Fatty's future in the Knights of Light will be brighter in the future. It is not impossible to become the leader of the Knights of Light before the age of thirty. Of course, this is only if Fatty can survive.  On the premise of coming down.  "What if" Eurybia suddenly said softly.  Listening to Eurybia¡¯s sigh, Xiuwen has clearly understood its meaning.  What Eurybia wanted to say was that it would have been better if he had just rushed to the temple desperately and brought the fat man out.  Fatty¡¯s potential has obviously exceeded the expectations of the two of them, and even exceeded the expectations of many big shots.  And this potential is worth Eurybia and Xiuwen taking the risk of falling into a trap to bring it out.  Although Xiuwen is not a politician like Eurybia and Karl, he is not stupid. In fact, anyone who can survive the complex political power struggle in the Holy See is not a fool.  So in an instant he figured out the key.  After roughly estimating the time, Xiuwen set his sights on the entrance to the temple in the distance, but his rough eyes like eagles were full of regret.  Even if you report from Kodak?Looking at the results, Fatty has strength comparable to Miriel, but he still doesn't think Fatty can come out alive.  If the Inquisition is the dark side of the Holy See, then the Dark Judgment is the darkness within the darkness, and darkness often also means strength.  The Inquisition has arrested many very tyrannical characters in the Silver Moon Continent, some of whom even the Knights of Light would feel helpless.  ¡°These people were not arrested by the arbitrators, but by the adjudicators.  These judges not only have strange movements and extremely high intelligence, but their strength is also impressive.  Some people say that the Judge has a mind comparable to a fox, agility comparable to a rabbit, and the strength to fight a lion.  From this evaluation alone, you can see what kind of existence the adjudicator is.  Of course, the most important point is that the judge still has the ruthlessness of a poisonous snake.  Milier is the first adjudicator Xiuwen saw in the Holy See. Although it seems incredible, it is true.  From this we can also see how powerful the Dark Judgment organization is.  "Someone is coming out." Suddenly a voice rang.  This is the voice of Kodak. This young man¡¯s voice has been firmly remembered by everyone.  In everyone's minds, the impression of this young man has been greatly changed.  Although this young man is weak, he became an oracle warrior through connections.  But it also has advantages that others do not have.  Being able to think in fear that no one has come out alive from the temple shows that he has better calmness and analytical skills than ordinary people. Being able to detect someone walking out of the temple at the first time shows that he has keen insight.  Either way, it is enough to show that this young man who was originally just a horse servant has good potential. Although his body is very weak, there is a more suitable position for this young man in the Holy See, rather than a god.  Enlightenment warrior.  ¡°Maybe we should send him to the Brain Training Camp to try.¡± Looking at the young man, the captain suddenly thought.  In the Holy See, to be precise, the Oracle Warriors are subordinates of the Knights of Light and are responsible for armed warfare. In this system, in addition to the normal generals at all levels, there is also a special organization, which is the brain.  The brain has only one task, and that is to formulate combat tasks and plans for warriors at all levels.  Although this organization does not have any rights in name, it is undoubtedly the top presence in the system.  Because this organization is only responsible to the leader and deputy leader of the Knights of Light.  The tasks and combat plans formulated for knights and oracle warriors at all levels must be implemented by knights and warriors at all levels unless the regiment leader and deputy captain veto it.  Of course, this idea just flashed through the captain's mind, because he had no time to think about it now. After Kodak's words fell, everyone's eyes were focused in one direction.  There, a vague figure just passed through the fence wall of the temple and walked slowly towards this side.  When he saw the figure clearly, the captain clearly heard a long exhale.  He heard clearly that the exhalation came from Eurybia, the youngest sage in the history of the Holy See.  "That fat man?" Looking at the figure walking this way, the captain suddenly found that his brain was short-circuited.  Although he knew that this young man was excellent, and the fierce and frightening battle above the temple must be related to him, he still didn't understand why this young man could make Eurybia feel relieved.  But even though he couldn¡¯t figure it out, it didn¡¯t affect the captain¡¯s rational judgment.  At the first moment, the captain ordered several oracle warriors to come forward.  From the appearance, the candidate¡¯s health is not optimistic.  There were dozens of shocking wounds, large and small, on his body. Although the bleeding of these wounds had stopped, anyone could see that the burden these injuries had on the body was very serious.  If an ordinary person had suffered so many traumas, the pain alone would be enough to make him sleep in the temple forever.  The fat man turned his head and looked in the direction of the tower where the fierce battle was taking place, feeling a little disappointed.  By this time, Miriel should have left, and that unique tower was the tomb Miriel chose for himself.  Thinking of the relieved smile on Miriel's face sitting on the edge of the tower after the battle, the fat man felt a little blocked.  Milier is a good person.  This middle-aged man chose death in order to no longer bear the burden of darkness and blood.  No matter how many people he had killed or how many dark things he had done before, they all disappeared with his death.??.  The fat man could see that Miriel was a person who loved the light, but because of those big shots, he could only walk in the darkness.  Milier is undoubtedly tragic, and in order not to cause more tragedies in the future, he puts his hope in the fat man.  In the final battle, he used the dark holy skills he knew without reservation, in order to allow Fatty to understand the dark holy skills and win in possible future battles.  Thinking of this, the fat man couldn't help but smile bitterly, and a look of helplessness appeared on his face that had become slightly pale due to the long battle.  He is just a small person, how can he compete with the behemoth behind Miriel.  Even if one day he has the strength to compete, what reason would he have to do this?  Just for the so-called nihilistic light?  Fatty never believed this, and he had no desire to become a hero. He just hoped to live in peace and let those around him who needed protection live well.  As for those great ideals, let¡¯s leave them to cannon fodder or martyrs to complete.  But when he thought of Miriel¡¯s meaningful gaze after the battle, which seemed to see through everything, the fat man suddenly shivered. For some reason, he suddenly felt that Miriel seemed to have foreseen everything.  And these were things he couldn't escape no matter what.  Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, the fat man threw away all his troubled thoughts and looked ahead.  The road ahead is still long. Even if it is full of thorns and swamps, he must go on.  ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ In the Holy See, every big shot has extremely high-standard treatment, which makes them different from ordinary people, and even more luxurious than those princes and nobles.  Of course, not every big shot likes a luxurious life, but when you are in such a position, if you do not have such treatment, you will be equated with being different.  A special class often does not like the emergence of alternative people in their own group, and those alternative people will be excluded by them or even kicked out of the group.  Of course, if you really want to be an alternative, you can ignore these looks as long as you have the strength to surpass most people in this group.  Eurybia is already considered a big shot, but among the group of the Holy See, he is undoubtedly a relatively weak one.  Those old guys who have lived for decades or even hundreds of years far surpass him in terms of individual strength and power.  So Eurybia can only make herself more ordinary.  "Magic Year's Luminous Wine, Eurybia, you are really becoming more and more luxurious!" After carefully looking at the red wine displayed in the window, Xiuwen's eyes lit up, filled with a burning gaze.  .  Looking at Xiuwen, Eurybia shook her head helplessly: "You should know that I don't drink. This was given to me by Priest Oris. You know" "I know, of course I know." Xiuwen said as he said  He opened the display window and quickly held the bottle in his left hand. Then with a slight lift of his right hand like pliers, a "bang" sound was heard, and the dusty bottle cap was easily pulled off.  A strong aroma of wine wafted throughout the living room. Holding the bottle, Xiuwen sniffed it gently, showing an intoxicated expression. The originally tough facial contour also became much softer at this time.  .  "You rotten drunkard, you don't care if it's yours or not." Looking at Xiuwen, Eurybia couldn't help laughing and scolding.  "It would be a waste of money to leave it here, so you might as well give it to me." Xiuwen said as he carefully took out an exquisite goblet from the ring on his hand.  The flushed luminous wine poured into the cup looks like the surface of the lake flashing in the sun, which looks really beautiful.  "Don't be in a hurry to drink. Let's talk about how we should solve this problem first?" Eurybia shook her head, and then said to Xiuwen.  Listening to Eurybia's words, Xiuwen reluctantly moved his attention away from the goblet, then pointed to his sunglasses and said: "This is something that should be a headache for you, not me. You know I'm not good at using it.  From this place." Looking at Xiuwen, Eurybia felt a little dizzy.  Although he had issued a hush-hush order immediately, it was obvious that this matter could not be ignored.  If getting perfect scores in the doctrinal exam was not enough to attract some people's attention, then being the only candidate to walk out of the temple was enough to make everyone focus on the fat man.  Of course, if the fat man has no faction, he will naturally become the target of those people's wooing, just like Miriel, and now he can only become a thorn in the eyes of those people.  ? ?The wife has been marked with the mark of Teacher Carl.  "Why did it become like this?" Eurybia suddenly smiled bitterly.  Things had gone beyond his expectation. Although Fatty's victory over Miriel relieved his high-hanging heart, it still couldn't relax now.  Or rather, it is even more overloaded, because the methods those people will use in the future will definitely be more damaging than this time.  "Report to Teacher Carl, this matter is no longer something you can solve." Xiuwen suddenly smiled.  "That's all." Eurybia rubbed her temples, then stood up from the chair and walked towards a bookcase placed in the living room.  After pulling out a blue book from there, Eurybia opened it gently, but at this moment, the book in his hand suddenly trembled slightly, and holy chanting sounds came out from it.  "This is" Eurybia was slightly stunned.  Hearing this voice, Xiuwen froze like a sculpture. He raised his head and was about to pour the red wine in his hand into his mouth, but now his powerful right hand could not move.  "The Pope's Hall" A word flashed in the minds of Eurybia and Xiuwen at the same time.  This word represents the highest ruling place on the Holy See Hill, but this alone is not enough to shock Xiuwen and Eurybia.  ¡°What really surprised them was that the Holy See had not been in contact with any institution for ten years.  Eurybia gently opened the blue book and stopped on a certain page. Then a burst of white six-pointed star light appeared out of thin air in the sky, and a shadow appeared in the light.  It was an old man with a smile and thin hair wearing white sacrificial robes. The sacrificial robes on his body were only the clothes worn by the lowest priests in the Holy See, but whether it was Eurybia or Xiuwen when they saw this  The old people all stood up immediately, with a look of respect in their eyes.  "Little Eurybia, you have grown so big. I heard that you have become a sage. I will bow when I see you in the future." The old man looked at Eurybia carefully and said with a smile.  .  Eurybia smiled brightly, and then said: "Grandpa Luo Bowen, don't make fun of me. Even if Eurybia becomes a sage, he will still be the child who respects you very much." "Little  Eurybia, you are getting better and better at talking. Wait, who is that over there? Isn¡¯t it Xiuwen? It¡¯s been a long time, and he¡¯s getting stronger.¡± The old man looked at Xiuwen.  Xiuwen scratched his head and smiled awkwardly like Eurybia.  At this time, Xiuwen no longer had the ruffian and iron-blooded character that belonged to the military.  On the contrary, he is more like a m¨¢o-headed boy.  "Old, old, ten years, you have all grown up." The old man smiled and shook his head.  "Grandpa Luo Bowen, what on earth alarmed you? You actually need to contact me personally?" Eurybia asked in confusion.  Listening to Eurybia's words, the old man seemed to remember something, and then said: "Sir Lops will personally baptize the Knight of Light this time. What is it called Russell?" "Black gold, Russell.  "Eurybia was stunned for a moment, and then quickly replied.  "Yes, that's right, Black Gold, Russell, will be in the Pope's Hall in three days. Sigh, my memory is getting worse" The old man complained while delivering the news to the two of them.  At this time, Eurybia and Xiuwen looked at each other, and they clearly saw a kind of shock in each other's eyes.  The shadow of the old man disappeared in the light, and the six-pointed star also disappeared, leaving only the page with a very weird magic circle pattern painted on it.  At this time, Eurybia and Xiuwen reacted.  "Wry smile, whether it's Eurybia or Xiuwen, it's the same expression.  They never thought that Master Luo Bowen would personally issue the order. Although Luo Bowen only has the status of a low-level priest in the Holy See, everyone knows that this old man with a poor memory would not serve the Pope wholeheartedly.  Then he can become the supreme commander of the sacrificial committee at any time.  What they didn¡¯t expect was that this time even the Pope would personally take action. Lops was the Pope¡¯s name.  This great man who had been silent for ten years actually wanted to baptize a Knight of Light himself, and he did so in the supreme papal hall.  If those former successful Light Knights knew this news, they would probably vomit blood to death from envy, envy, hatred, and jealousy.  You must know that in history, the best knights of light just accepted the baptism of the sage.  Of course, history has now been rewritten, and now the history of the Knights of Light hasThe best candidate on the Internet is called Black Gold, Russell.  "The future is bright." Xiuwen shook his head, somewhat helplessly.  No matter who you are, you will envy Fatty for being able to accept the baptism of the Pope. Apart from anything else, as long as you don't die, you can't complete any tasks, so the position of deputy leader of the Knights of Light will never be lost in the future.  Of course, Xiuwen is just saying that, because if Xiuwen was willing to change himself, he would have become the deputy leader of the Knights of Light long ago.  "That's good, it solves the current problem." Although Eurybia's words were very relaxed, there was also a sense of helplessness.  At this point, the Pope has become the protective umbrella of the fat man. Those who are caring will never have any ideas about the fat man at least until the Pope falls.  But this also makes Fatty's identity blurred. What path he chooses in the future depends on Fatty's choice, and others can no longer take action.
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