I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.
Chapter 241: Heracles' Daughter! Pseudo-Holy Sword!
Chapter 241: Heracles' Daughter! Pseudo-Holy Sword!
The devil's meaning was obvious, but Roland frowned and thought for a long time.
After a moment, he suddenly said these words: "I am Roland, and I am also Alayeh. We are both one person, a butterfly."
"I usually fuck Catherine and Alexandra. They are also alone. They are senior students."
After this sudden enlightenment, Roland felt much better.
He thought to himself, "Strictly speaking, Senior Sister is not reincarnated. She has descended, or been born into this world."
The senior had long suspected Roland's identity, and Roland later confessed the secret to her.
The two of them were honest with each other, so the senior naturally wouldn't do anything to Roland just because he knew about her affairs. It was just a prank.
Roland wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and sighed, "Looks like I'll be living off my wife this time."
Roland recalled what he had just seen in the crystal ball.
At her waist, there was a small jar with a small tentacle hanging.
Roland recognized that tentacle; it was something from the laboratory. It was the Blood Path, a creation of the Blood Wizards themselves. This Blood Path had nothing to do with the Blood Baron; it was a path independently created by the wizards.
The Blood-Dried Wizards didn't know about the statue, so in their eyes, this small jar was a treasure that they must get.
As long as the devil reveals the small jar and lets everyone know, she can lead all the wizards away.
The goddess Heracles had previously unleashed a wave of contamination that had crippled everyone in the church. While the impact outside wasn't significant, all the Bloody Wizards imbued with the power of the Bloody Baron were certain to perish, thanks to the spider venom in their veins.
I don’t know what the situation is outside right now, but I must make good use of this hour I have.
Roland stood up and looked at the hundreds of cocoons in the hall. They had all stopped shaking.
There are hundreds of wizards here! I wonder how much loot there is!
The treasures in the treasury of the Blood Castle are magic stones, antiques and materials.
But what these wizards carry with them are finished and good things!
After this wave of looting, it will be no worse than looting the entire Blood Castle!
Even if everyone has only one rare item, that’s hundreds of rare items!
Roland certainly couldn't use so many things by himself. It was also a big problem how to deal with such a large pile of dirt.
The dirt in this withered blood castle is a hot potato.
The concept of an individual making enemies with all the Dried Blood Wizards is completely different from the concept of one force making enemies with another force!
As a Black Abyss Wizard, once his backstage falls, Roland will have to become a wild wizard!
Or he could be absorbed into the Twilight Council and become another 'Heywood'.
Black Abyss will then lead the Thousand-Eyed King in his fight against the Yellow Fern Lord. This is a life-or-death duel.
Once the old Black Abysses crawl out, the Thousand-Eyed King will be very happy, because with his strength, no one can threaten him.
But many Twilight wizards will feel fearful.
These old Black Abysses haven't crawled out yet, and there are only a small group of people in the entire school. But they ended up causing such a big incident in this Withered Blood Castle.
What would be good if they all climbed out of the abyss and helped the Thousand-Eyed King to deal with the Yellow Fern Lord?
Not all Twilight wizards wish for the Thousand-Eyed King to be freed from his shackles and move freely. Not all schools of thought wish for the Black Abyss to grow stronger.
Therefore, when it comes to Lord Yellow Fern's affairs, there are not many people who want to make things difficult for him.
When the old Heiyuans fell into the abyss, many treasures were left behind in the human world, and it is hard to say how many things are still on them.
Many people might be naked when they crawl out!
Regarding the matter of Lord Yellow Fern, it is difficult to say whether the Twilight Council can allocate some things for the Black Abyss Wizards to use, and how much of the allocated things will be garbage.
For the old Heiyuans, the hundreds of treasures in this temple are definitely not as good as the original things in the hands of these second- and third-level wizards. But they can solve the urgent problem.
Today, I have to live off my senior sister.
But when you turn around, isn’t he still the senior sister’s big sponsor?
In other words, Roland, who took advantage of the parents' absence to seduce everyone's daughter, might have been seen as a "little bastard, how many despicable methods have you used? I'll skin you alive!"
But after this wave of timely help, it will turn into words like "Master, who offended you? Tell me!"
One person cannot swallow the dirt, so it must be shared.
Happiness is better shared than happiness alone. Roland knew how many pounds of meat he could eat. After cutting off his favorite fat meat and eating his fill, he would definitely share some with the big tigers who could protect him.
Roland ordered his servants to open the cocoons. He said, "After you're done, besides the valuables, don't forget to keep the spider silk as well. We may need it when we escape later."
The nuns went about their business, and Roland came under the statue.
He was sure Leona was still there, but there was no movement at all.
The clone must also be on the statue.
Roland lit three homemade soul incense sticks, bowed before the statue, and muttered a bunch of very disgusting flattery.
Then he reached out and stripped off the clothes of the statue of the goddess Heraka!
After carefully checking the arms of the statue, I found that there was nothing in the arms of the goddess. It was quite large, but the body of the clone was not in its arms.
Then, Roland checked the body of the goddess from top to bottom, but still found nothing.
Returning to his original position, Roland stroked his chin and looked at the statue.
Then he took out his snake staff, circled the statue several times, and drew a few lines on it. Then, there was a crisp sound on the statue, and it broke into seven pieces.
Roland hurriedly used magic to make the seven pieces of the statue stick together, to prevent the goddess from breaking into pieces and bringing down divine punishment.
He carefully dismantled the statue.
The statue is indeed hollow!
It resembled a giant vase, which Roland dismantled piece by piece. When the upper part was halfway removed, a pool of amber-colored, viscous liquid flowed out from the chest of the goddess Heraclea.
Roland's eyes moved slightly, and he knew that this was his own body.
He vaguely sensed that there was something inside the statue, so he continued to dismantle it. When the last large piece of the upper body was removed, a curled-up girl and a large piece of debris slowly floated to the ground.
Looking at the girl curled up in the fragments of the statue, Roland showed a very strange expression.
The girl curled up there, covering her face and shivering, seemingly in extreme fear.
She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and her skin was as delicate as a newborn baby's, wrinkled by being soaked in amber liquid.
She is alive!
This is a living person with flesh and blood!
However, her joints are very strange. They are puppet joints!
A closer look revealed a lot of blood on her body. No, that wasn't blood, it was sweet wine! The most perfect 'corrupted holy blood'!
Roland took out the Book of Demons with a strange look on his face. After flipping through it, he found that it was empty.
Roland found a clean blanket and picked up the girl. She hugged Roland like a frightened deer.
Roland wiped her hair and body with the blanket.
As a serious wizard, Roland has a natural curiosity about mysteries.
So he reached out and touched Leona's lower body. This was a living girl! She had normal human organs.
The frightened Leona finally had a normal reaction. She looked up at Roland in confusion, her eyes full of bewilderment.
Roland looked at her face carefully. Her delicate features were almost exactly the same as the puppet he remembered. It was exactly her.
But her chin is like Pinocchio's - a puppet chin.
“Ah, ah, ah.”
Leona looked at the statue in horror, as if she wanted to express some ideas, but she did not understand human language, nor did she know how to convey her spirit.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Roland said a lot of things to comfort her, but he didn't know if she understood what he said.
Maybe I have to learn everything from scratch.
Looking at this real life, Roland felt a mixture of emotions. "Is Bernard's research approach correct?"
"Or did the goddess give her true life?"
"And I gave her an identity?"
The reason why Bernard, the necromancer, was on the right track was because Roland sensed a trace of his own aura from Leona's body—he was Leona's master!
But in Leona's body, there is also the breath of the goddess Heraka - strictly speaking, she is the daughter of God!
She is the daughter of Heraka, but Roland Alayeh is her lord!
Roland didn't know why Heraka didn't erase the master-servant relationship between him and Leona, because if she did, the ethical relationship would be messed up!
Because the daughter of Heraclea regarded herself as her master. So, as a pseudo-believer, could she still be considered a believer of the goddess?
It’s obviously not a relationship between superiors and subordinates!
Roland was confused for a moment.
He thought to himself: "Could it be that I am really the lord under the goddess? We are still in a superior-subordinate relationship, but her daughter is my apprentice?"
"So, Helaka is Leona's mother goddess, but I'm her rabbi?"
"As God's spokesperson, I seem to be qualified to take care of His Son on earth on His behalf."
Although it was obvious that the master-servant relationship between him and Leona was stronger than that between Heraka and Leona, Roland could only infer this now.
After all, this seems more reasonable.
It seems that although this duke's fiefdom is not very impressive, belonging to a small village in the countryside with an area of only two acres, he is a real lord!
Even the goddess's son has to work for me!
Leona seemed to be pulled into the Styx by Herakara and kneaded again, and had in-depth contact with this evil goddess.
I don’t know what she saw, but she was still shocked.
She was very frightened, trembling constantly, and stopped dancing.
After checking her, Roland found that although Leona was mentally frightened, she was physically fine. He felt relieved.
He thought to himself, "She was originally considered a minor earthly immortal, but this time she has encountered a true great immortal. This is truly a case of the small witch meeting the great witch."
After thinking for a moment, Roland sighed again, "Not only did the little witch meet the great witch, but he was also eaten by this crazy fairy and given birth! This experience is truly terrifying."
Roland still didn't know what abilities Leona possessed. She looked human, but she didn't possess any magical powers. On the contrary, she possessed a mysterious power.
It seemed as if she was going to have a real apprentice—half apprentice, half maid.
Logically speaking, Leona was the Holy Child created by Heraca, and he had an obligation to teach her, but Roland didn't know how she should practice.
You can't say that if she just follows me and acts crazy, she will become stronger, right?
In any case, Leona has gained real intelligence. Although it is not known whether she still has the power she once had, her future has become brighter.
She had more paths to take.
Although it seems... it seems very weak now?
But as long as you cultivate it more, it will become more and more powerful.
Roland looked at the little girl in front of him and thought to himself, "Although my clone is dead, this incident is a blessing for Leona, not a disaster. You are blessed."
However, the clone needs to be refined again.
Roland called a kind-spirited nun to take care of Leona, and then he stood up and walked over to the pool of amber liquid.
He muttered, "The statue has become Leona's mother body, and my clone... isn't this amniotic fluid?!"
After checking, Roland found a pile of rags on the amber slime.
Roland didn't know what those scraps were, so he picked them up and threw them aside.
The amber slime began to solidify after leaving the statue. Roland inspected it and found that most of the curse marks on it were damaged, but not completely gone.
After some research, Roland cast a few spells, and the amber liquid gradually condensed into a beautiful but strange divine bird.
Roland shook his head and said, "The seals on my clone are all destroyed, but some of the seals on the artifact are still left. Now it's similar to the 'blood skin', just refined blood skin. Although it can be used as a magic item, it's not very useful."
If you put this thing on yourself, you won't be able to move at all.
You can put it on the enemy, but you have to put it on like putting clothes on someone!
In short, as an incarnation, it has lost its soul; as a strange object, it has lost its spirituality.
Therefore, before it is re-refined, it can probably only be regarded as a material.
But why is this divine bird so ugly?
Roland looked at this strange divine bird - until now, Roland's clone had never looked in the mirror in the state of a divine bird!
When the divine bird Roland appeared, he was always in human form. When he was in the Blood Castle, he transformed into an inconspicuous bird for ease of movement. Therefore, Roland had no idea how distorted his original form was.
Roland thought to himself, "It must have been contaminated by the goddess!"
He had no idea what was going on and even put the blame on the goddess for the "divine bird looking very distorted".
This divine bird looks very beautiful, but it is a little too cautious.
Roland changed its appearance a little.
Amber now found it very difficult to work with it. He worked on it for a long time and finally turned it into a beautiful big fat bird.
Although it looks funny, the appearance is much more comfortable.
Suddenly, Roland looked at Leona, who was naked and wrapped in a blanket, and then looked at the fat and funny-looking bird, and suddenly a good idea came to him.
Roland didn't have any women's clothes on him.
His old clothes were also a bit too big for Leona.
There are a lot of clothes in this temple, but they were all worn by dead people and lunatics.
The big fat bird can obviously be used as a puppet costume for Leona to wear.
After thinking about it, Roland made some changes to the big fat bird, making its body hollow, with a hole in its chest and a hole in its back that could accommodate a person.
Then he held the big fat bird, came to Leona and put it on her.
After some adjustments, a little girl wearing a fat bird puppet costume appeared in front of Roland.
After remelting the hole behind him, Roland came to Leona.
Looking at the confused little face exposed on the chest of the big fat bird, Roland couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
"Haha, not bad, it looks pretty cute, a bit like Teletubbies."
As she spoke, Leona actually took two steps. Roland couldn't help but drop his jaw in shock.
His original intention was to put this dress on Leona to make her behave herself. After all, once this thing was put on a person, they would be unable to move.
But Leona was not restrained.
Roland said with a strange expression, "Forget it, just dance in this for now."
It's quite fitting that a mysterious creature wears mysterious clothing.
After finishing this matter, Roland began to look for his own rare item in the statue.
In the end there was nothing inside.
He scratched his head in confusion for a long time, and suddenly thought of something. He looked at the pile of junk he had picked out of the amber liquid.
Suddenly, Roland's expression turned extremely ugly.
The Thunderfire Blade, scabbard, and robes are all gone.
The goddess Heracha ate all of it, leaving only Leona and the amber gem material.
The loss this time was truly enormous. Not only had that second-tier boss destroyed six of his rare items, but he had also lost his three favorites.
It can be said that we have returned to the period before liberation.
"The robe is easy to buy. But the sword and scabbard are hard to come by!"
In the wizarding world, there are very few powerful physical cultivators, and most of them are wizards who have taken the path of demonization or mutation.
How many first-level knights are there who use swords?
Wait, Roland suddenly looked towards the location where the lady and the others were originally.
The lady had torn her armor apart in her rage, leaving her scabbard behind. Perhaps it was due to contamination, or perhaps the demon was too careless to use the lady's 'small sword'.
As a knight, he has the same love for sword and scabbard.
There must be something about her that she likes.
This lady has a very high status and strength. The equipment she wears is not ordinary, but treasures used by second-level strongmen!
After walking over and checking it out, Roland immediately understood why the demon didn't have the sword.
It's not that it's too small for the devil, but it seems to be a fake holy sword from the south, tainted by the 'Holy Blood of Heraclea'!
(End of this chapter)
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