It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

It no longer reflects the trees and stone thrones within the chamber, but appears networked, like asbestos crystals or the vague shadows hidden beneath milk.

What it presents is obviously not the muddy reflection in the secret room, but the scene of another space different from this place.

The area around the crystal throne began to burn, and the gray-white Mars continued to grow as if it had been nourished by some kind of nourishment, while the other two forces in the seal were more restricted by this.

The liquid surface began to tremble, and a sharp and irregular low whistle came from the water, making people want to cover their ears.

This low roar lasted for several minutes before calmness returned, and the water gradually faded and became transparent again.

"Can I get in touch with her?"

After failing to distinguish the information from the whistling and disorderly noise, Hyde tentatively asked the short-haired girl in front of the crystal statue.

"No—not so much."

As the vision in the holy pool gradually subsided, Ling narrowed her eyes in disappointment. She coughed a few times, and nosebleeds rolled down her upper lip.

In order to pursue a closer distance and a clearer frequency, her position is a bit too dangerous. She was slightly injured by the direct exposure to the pollution in the scream and the violent struggle before the death of her soul.

She just frowned and wiped away the blood casually.

"The efficiency of this kind of soul as fuel is too low. Probably only the humanity associated with one's own soul is better fuel. No wonder the real gods need to establish a huge divine kingdom and use quantity to meet their own needs."

"but......"

The disappointment was fleeting, and the short-haired girl's face regained its luster.

"We have at least proved that the theory proposed by Professor Dmitry is feasible. We just need to find a more powerful soul. If this continues, Ella will wake up sooner or later!"

Hyde was silent. Since getting this theory, they have made several attempts with the available means, from the spirits of ordinary creatures to the executed vicious dark wizards, and finally to precious samples of dangerous creatures and apostles. The powerful soul left behind.

This time they used the soul of an apostle.

In the material world, the apostle can already be said to be quite a high-ranking existence, and it is not an easy task to find a soul comparable to this level.

In the past few days, Ling's attendance as an executor has also increased significantly. No matter what kind of task, she can almost complete it on the same day and return it before nightfall.

The only difference is that, depending on the difficulty of the mission, the injuries she sustains every time she returns to Kraft are different.From the initial minor skin injuries, to obvious bandaging marks, when she returned to the ceremony hall with the apostle's head for the last time, she almost fell into a coma on the spot.

Even the experienced Demetrius Dalton, who had lived for a century, couldn't help but twitch his mouth slightly as he examined those horrific injuries.

Now that Michelle Hebrew has become the opponent's person, we cannot rule out the possibility that some of Jimmy's original information has been leaked. What's more, after facing hunting and verifying records again and again, the members of the Brotherhood are also concerned about their main force. Corresponding adjustments or traps are set up for members' abilities.

Judging from the comparison of magic power alone, Ling should not be able to defeat the last high apostle who almost specialized in abilities for her.

But the end result was that she brought back the head of the other party, and returned to Kraft with perseverance almost in a dying state.

"If things go on like this, even if she can really wake up, you may not see that day. Even an apostle of this level is not enough to be fuelwood. What are you going to do next time? Go find that Michelle Son, find that Farmine, or simply go and tie Philip back for firewood?"

"I have no plans to die, at least not yet."

Ling shook his head, and tied a potion on his arm.The originally smooth and fair skin is now covered with bluish pinholes, and the surrounding skin is also bluish and dark.

"I will rest for a few more days before recovering. This time the apostle is the end of the first stage. I have already understood that using this level of materials is far from enough. Before the next action, I will make preparations in advance. "

As he said that, Ling put away the needle tube with a little dark blue liquid medicine left, and left the secret room with sloppy steps.

-

It was a morning at the foot of the Yarak Mountains in the North Pole 200 years ago. Although it should be regarded as morning in terms of time, the sky above was still covered with a dark night covered by frozen clouds.

According to the guide, this kind of day will last for another whole month, and the sun will appear in the sky above the polar circle when the spring wind day arrives.

Ella, who had been sitting quietly all night, did not wait for the vague call again.According to Nobold, her current somatosensory time is basically the same as that of the outside world, so people in the material world should have just spent a long night.

Sure enough, it was not easy to break through the barrier she set up, or help her neutralize the pollution caused by the other two divinities.

Ella had some fluke mentality before, thinking that she would be able to get in touch with the outside world soon, and even getting out of this place was no longer impossible.

The members of the scientific expedition team woke up from their sleep one after another. In the past night, except for a few male members who took turns keeping watch, everyone else slept well.

The bonfire mixed with the scent of whale oil continued to burn all night, and until this time, the cave still maintained a realistically warm temperature.

Ella looked around, and finally found Norbord, who came from 200 years later, near the entrance of the cave.

"Can you eat from here too?"

Nobold brought a plate of food that was the same as the rest of the scientific expedition team from nowhere. He slowly set up an oak round table in front of him, covered it with square towels with neat patterns, and then took out a pair of silver ones. Fine cutlery.

"It's just restoring some taste, smell and touch through memory, giving me the illusion that I am eating. Not only can this process not replenish energy, it will even cause some minor consumption."

"But for me personally, this kind of consumption is worth it. Do you want to try it?"

As Nobold said this, a piece of food and a high-backed chair also appeared on the other side of the round table, which looked abrupt and strange in the surrounding snow-capped mountains.

"I have no such interest."

"But when people are really in trouble, even this fake stuff has value."

"Just like that wicked fairy tale, wouldn't it be nice for a little girl to dream of a warm room and turkeys before she freezes to death?"

As if he meant something else, the man said to himself. He picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth with a solemn expression.

Chapter 42 The Power of Mercy

"You mean some kind of predicament this team will encounter in the future?"

Ella, who had already lost some of her dislike for Norbord, couldn't help but frowned again, and her tone was a little more sarcastic.

She looked at the travelers who were looking forward to the unknown and possible wealth at the beginning of the journey, and said coldly:

"But aren't they all the victims you hand-picked? In such an extreme environment full of other unknown dangers, if you and Sibilla choose to conceal their own strength, it is not surprising that they encounter any accidents."

Nobold was stunned for a moment, then put down his knife and fork with a smile and picked up a cup of steaming black tea.

"So you are dissatisfied because of this incident, just for some people who lived more than 200 years ago whose outcome is already determined?"

“I’ll just say it—every one of them is someone who has worked closely with the company, they are cruel, greedy, and will do anything for money and profit, not to mention everyone who participated in the scientific expedition team has signed a contract. They I came here for money, and I am willing to accept all the risks mentioned in the written contract, and after the accident, I can also get a lot of compensation according to the above content."

"And...how should I put it, although we didn't directly reveal our abnormality, Sibilla and I tried our best to defuse some dangers in the dark so that they would not appear due to unexpected circumstances. casualties."

"It's just that this place is more dangerous than you imagined, and sometimes the situation has even escaped our control."

he sighed,

"Keep watching."

"What I said just now was just an exclamation, and I didn't specifically refer to the future of this team. Abandon your own position and your personal perception of me, and think more about it."

"Different people make different choices, even when the circumstances are tough, and it cannot be generalized or used as a cause of depravity,"

-

In a mansion in the district of Konigsberg, gentlemen in black sit around a long wooden table.

The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat depressing, and the whispers never left the well-furnished hall.There are many empty seats on both sides of the long table. Not long ago, there were core members of the organization or prominent figures in the wizarding world sitting there. However, just an accident during the operation has brought such near destruction to them. Sexual blow.

"Is that man still recovering from the blow?"

"It is said that something went wrong during the final teleportation, and a crucial sacred object was destroyed in that flower of hell."

"Flowers of Hell..."

This title made the gentlemen around him breathe a sigh of relief. Even those who did not participate in the operation had a glimpse of the records of a certain afternoon town through the magic crystal ball.

This is a name given to that catastrophic scene by a certain dark wizard. Although his magic level can only be called second-rate, this title couldn't be more appropriate.

The flower of hell blooms at the crossroads, each of its petals condenses the fire of destruction, and the blooming of the buds symbolizes the end of Vientiane.Even through the impact records, they can feel the overwhelming heat!

If the explosion hadn't been restrained, the terrifying fire wave would have swept across a range of at least ten miles, burning a large area centered on the small town into a barren ruin.

Those who were fortunate enough to observe that explosion at close range left some psychological shadows more or less, and some simply quit the Albion Brotherhood and decided to stay away from the mysterious world and go back to Be a normal person.

"The power possessed by the executor has reached such a terrifying level?"

No one answered him.

Most of the people present were the core personnel involved in the discussion of the plan or the action. At least the gentlemen present after the incident had been able to get a glimpse of the whole plan.

In the plan finalized and executed by Saintess Val Farmini herself—the most dangerous person among the executors—the acting executive officer Hyde Belusay should have been induced and did not directly join the battlefield.

What they faced at that time was only a team of elite executors and the expected long-range artillery fire.

But even so, the Brotherhood still paid extremely heavy sacrifices.

If the terrifying flower of hell was caused by the strongest opponent, that would be barely acceptable, but the current result means that the executors can also use other means to cause destruction to them besides the topmost power blow.

"We sacrificed so many companions. The newly born apostle 'Thinker' Labanthel fell in the battle, and even the saint was seriously injured. We paid so much and only got one A poor woman who is ruined and mourns all day long?"

One of the men, whose skin was covered in multiple burns, was overcome with emotion. He was one of the lucky ones to escape from the town and had been suffering from a strange paranoia ever since that afternoon.

"The saint's injury has not recovered, and now we are powerless to resist the executors and their minions, our casualties are expanding, and this is only the first week! Sometimes... sometimes I really doubt , is it right to go to church and snatch that silly woman—”

"Be careful, Jetua, that is the decision of the Holy Lady. Do you want to question the oracle!?"

Another older brotherhood member snapped. This was an extremely serious accusation. If it were not for this special period, this suspicion would be enough to have the wizard who spoke be executed as a treacherous person!

The man with severe facial burns opened his mouth, trembling with anger.But he knew that he had made a slip of the tongue and dared not make any further comments on this matter.

"I made a slip of the tongue, please forgive me, Lord, everyone knows that my piety is enough to withstand the fires of hell!"

Who can refute this sentence? The wizards who can survive the hellfire and still stand on the side of the Brotherhood will undoubtedly lose their faith to anyone.

The guest room above the hall, separated by the corridor and stairs, is where Michelle Hebrews used to retreat.

"As they say, are you really still depressed?"

After a symbolic knock on the door, Famini, whose body was translucent, stepped into the room.

The blond-haired girl knelt on the ground, and half of a golden-yellow holy skeleton was placed in front of her.

The former keenly noticed that Michelle's injuries were worse than when she left the church underground, and her expression couldn't help becoming a little exaggerated.

"Even if the result is unacceptable to you, you shouldn't be self-harming. We can't provide Kraft with the level of medical conditions."

To her surprise, the taciturn girl suddenly raised her head and showed a bright smile.

Chapter 43 The Wisdom of a Madman

"Why should I be depressed?"