Players’ NPC daddy.

Dali Feizhuan took the lead, caught a top player, and bit the opponent's neck.

Don't get me wrong, this is not a vampire skill, but the [Chef]'s special skill [Blowing].

This skill is nothing serious. It uses the strength value to calculate the lung capacity and blows air into the opponent's body to separate the skin and flesh.

In an era when combat professions are prevalent, few people pay attention to this kind of entertainment-oriented manufacturing profession. The possibility of challenging a profession or a skill is the best embodiment of the players' spirit of entertainment to death.

The result is a special way of playing [Blowing Method], blowing air into the body!

The top player instantly swelled up like a balloon, and then exploded, turning into a large ball of floating digital fragments.

A skill that can ignore the opponent's armor and health, and directly blow up the enemy's death.

Of course, this skill requires you to be able to bite the wound before blowing, and you will be defenseless when blowing, and your endurance will drop rapidly.

When the powerful flying bricks blew up the enemy, other players who reacted seized the opportunity to teach this guy who dared to use this entertaining skill in a large-scale PVP a profound lesson.

But Dali Feizhuan was not alone. There was a person who even synchronized his breathing while sleeping. He followed behind Dali Feizhuan and shot the enemy away with one shot.

"You're rushing too far." Kate Cat and Dali Feizhuan stood back to back, deep in the enemy camp, but they felt like they had surrounded everyone.

"Also, don't use this skill on minors, it will leave psychological scars."

"I wouldn't use that on someone with a female body type either."

At this time, a player whose body seemed to have been blown up and could be called a mountain of flesh rushed over with heavy steps, and the weapon in his hand was a huge mace.

At this time, Blaze quietly came to the edge of the battlefield, broke away from the battle and shuttled through the woods.

He really wanted to stay there and fight, to enjoy a battle that was not for the purpose of saving or destroying anyone, but simply to compete with each other.

But unfortunately, he had a mission to complete and had to prioritize this side.

The city of St. Reid was not far from the battlefield. It was a snow-white city with a cross relief paved with red bricks in the middle.

"It seems the citizens are all looking towards the battlefield," said the chicken from high above.

"That's great." Blaze ran a few steps and jumped high into the air.

This is an extremely conspicuous way of moving, but all you have to do is make the Shadow Werewolf appear in the air and sneak into the Shadow Werewolf's body as a shadow.

The shadow werewolf would curl up into a ball, like a drop of black water falling into the city of Saint Red in the pouring rain.

Chapter 268 screwed up

"A strange city."

The architectural style of the Holy Cross is completely different from that of the Giant Kingdom and the City of Lycaon.

The Giant Kingdom has a rough construction style, the City of Lycaon is more natural, and the Holy Cross Kingdom is more... refined?

If I had to describe it, it would be cold and solemn.

Residents were hiding from the rain in their homes and the streets were empty.

In the customs of the Holy Cross, heavy rain signifies the wrath of God, and being drenched by rain signifies sinners slain by God. This seems to stem from one of the destructive factors of the Age of Gods—the flood that submerged the world.

But the customs in the Giant Kingdom are the opposite. Heavy rain is a gift from God and the nectar that washes away worries.

Marika would jump barefoot in the heavy rain, her skirt lifted up, her red hair like a flame dancing in the rain, dancing like an elf and making a clear laugh.

Even during thunderstorms, everyone would stay indoors and not go out.

The customs of the Holy Cross gave Blaze an advantage, and the streets were deserted. Blaze had no idea how much chaos would ensue if he were seen by the citizens of the Holy Cross.

But Blaze couldn't help but look towards the lighted houses, wanting to understand the people of this kingdom.

Blaze knew that deep down in his heart, he had a prejudice against the Holy Cross Kingdom, and this prejudice radiated to the citizens there, so he wanted to understand.

Do they keep talking about God all day long? Do they keep the doctrine on their lips? Do they... use the words of expelling mixed-race people as their catchphrase?

But what Blaze heard was unexpectedly ordinary.

"Mother, aren't our family's expenses a bit high recently?"

"It's getting old. The shop of [Hermes's Traveling Hat] has been sealed by the Knights. I can only buy daily supplies from the church's aid shop."

"The church relief shop? The one specifically used to raise funds for relief? Even a piece of paper there is several times more expensive than elsewhere!"

"Lamp oil is more expensive. We can only use candles now, let alone rice."

"This is really torture..."

Blaze quietly left from under the window, walked past one window after another, and heard similar answers one after another.

It turns out that everyone is troubled by the daily necessities of life.

No wonder Herbie looked worried.

Blaze couldn't help but think of the words of other senior executives of [Hermes's Traveling Hat] conveyed by Herbie. It was a small matter for the Chamber of Commerce to lose a few profitable places, but it was a big deal if the people's livelihood of the entire kingdom was affected.

Currently, the Holy Cross Empire still launches wars under the pretext of "suppressing heresy," and foreigners can use this to get away with it. But when it comes to "plundering food" and "fighting for fertile land," what will happen then?

Strangers come here to defeat monsters and enjoy the beauty of this world, not to become undead soldiers on the battlefield.

"Even the sound of rain drowns out my footsteps..."

Blazer liked rainy days because whenever it rained, he would think of Marika's laughter. But people's sighs and the possible future made the rain bitter and made people frown.

Blaze's figure drifted in the mist rising from the heavy rain, like a ghost walking towards the magnificent cathedral in the center.

Thirteen cardinals, including the neutral Patriarch, live in this magnificent cathedral, enjoying the respect and admiration of the people and guarding the Holy Cross Kingdom.

The cathedral is guarded by guardian knights in silver armor.

However, these are not blessed ones, but knights who have experienced many battles, so they can only rely on their own eyesight to detect the enemies around them.

Hiding in the shadows, Blaze easily bypassed the guardian knight and entered the cathedral.

The atmosphere in Balkan City, no, it's different from the atmosphere outside...

Blaze masked his footsteps and walked silently into the cathedral, where the streets were paved with bright red carpets and the walls were inlaid with gorgeous gems like stars.

Luxury is the only word that can be used to describe this place.

He heard chewing sounds, like pigs burying their mouths in feed to eat.

Blaze followed the path that Herbie had pointed out to him in his memory and came to the location of the cardinal who was supposed to protect the city.

That was under the skirt of the Virgin Mary. Candles illuminated the greasy food on a huge long table, and the dripping soup splashed on the noble red robe.

That red color symbolizes the blood of the paladins who swore to protect the Holy Cross.

The fat figure in the red robe was eating wantonly, and the noble rings on his ten fingers squeezed out the flesh like oil.

Is this one of the 13 great men of the Holy Cross, second only to the Pope?

Blaze stood silently in the shadows, staring at Cardinal Leicester. This man looked very different from the portrait and had gained a lot of weight.

"Damn Giant Kingdom, damn Arcadia, those damn lowly half-bloods drove away my cash cow, how abominable." Lester chewed the greasy meat in big mouthfuls, cursing under his breath and spitting out gravy.

He dined here alone, as if to relieve the pressure of being squeezed.

There was no one here, so he freed himself and cursed the half-blood with his mouth that could convey the will of God. He bit the meat hard, as if the sound of juice bursting with each bite was the wailing of the person he hated.

Let's go. Blaze turned his head. He didn't need to investigate further to know that the blockade of the teleportation tower had nothing to do with Cardinal Lester. The rough way he ate and the luxurious decoration said it all.

He is a greedy man, which means he will not miss the opportunity to increase taxes on the [Hermes's Traveling Hat] and fill his own pockets.

He wasn't the one who blocked the teleportation tower.

"That unlucky land called Arcadia actually allowed a hybrid werewolf to become its queen."

Blaze paused, his face darkening.

"And that red-haired half-blood, he's actually able to mix blood when he's already half-blood. Such a disgusting being actually became the lord of Fast."

Cardinal Leicester cursed and slammed the table, the sound of which masked the footsteps of someone approaching in the darkness behind him.

"Just because of these two despicable half-bloods, that person is going to block the teleportation tower!"

He paused his raised fist, seething with rage, but had to wait for the jerk in front of him to continue. He needed to know who was behind this, so he could solve the problem.

"Waging a war? Where would we get the money to do it? Luckily, the foreigners are stupid and easy to fool, so we saved a lot of money. Hahahaha—we'll just give them a few random titles when the time comes. If they're useful, we'll continue..."

"Really? Is that how you view strangers?"

"Who is it!" Lester was startled and stood up suddenly and turned around.

In this sacred cathedral, under the gaze of the statue of the Virgin Mary, a dark knight stood behind him, his golden eyes as dazzling as the thunder of stained glass that depicted an angel descending to save the world.

Blaze felt like he had screwed up.

Because he's about to beat up a cardinal.

Chapter 269: The Sacrament of Profanation

Blaze didn't know that Marika had become the lord of Fast. He knew that Marika might want to give him a surprise, or show off to him without making a sound.

But this incident was told to Blaze in the most disappointing way.

Cardinal Lester humiliated Audrey and Marika, and Blazer was only angry. He could tolerate it because both Audrey and Marika were prepared. They knew that after stepping onto that complicated stage, facing these things was natural.

But strangers are different. They don't owe anyone anything, and they have no obligations to anything. They appeared out of nowhere, to save the world, and this person actually used strangers as tools to destroy their good deeds.

So Blaze showed up without hesitation, and ignored the cardinal who overturned the table in fright, squeezing the greasy food in the rolling, and making a mess of the noble red robe.

"Black Beast Knight!? Why are you here? How did you cross the border... Are you using foreigners to wage war?!"

Unlike the blessed saints, the cardinal, as a candidate for the next Pope, is a completely human being and has no blessings, so he showed a look of horror when faced with Blaze's sudden appearance.

"Tell me who sealed it..."

Blaze paused for some reason. He had intended to seize the opportunity to demand to know the identity of the "one" who orchestrated the blockade of the teleportation tower and the war. But for some reason, his interest waned the moment he opened his mouth.

He had a feeling that if he seriously negotiated with such a guy, he would become on the same level as him.

That feeling is really annoying.

Let’s communicate with fists.

Blaze clenched his fists, and Lester grabbed something, the horror on his face turning into triumph.

"Heretics! How dare you come before me, Cardinal Leicester? I will make you feel the Lord's wrath against you!"

It was a bottle of wine and a piece of bread.

【Wine and Bread】

[This is the blood of the Son of God, the flesh of the Son of God. Those who eat and drink this will become the descendants of the Son of God, the descendants of God.]

Blaze knew these two items; they were standard equipment in the Holy Cross. The Holy Cross would not trust the Blessed, so its most important legion, the Paladins, was equipped with [Wine] and [Bread].

These two things together are the Holy Communion. After eating it, one can quickly transform into the power of the legendary Son of God and become a descendant of God.

This food combination can be said to be the best food in the world for improving one's own strength before the appearance of strangers.

Leicester smashed the bottle and drank the wine in big gulps. The bright red liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth, making the already extremely dirty area under the statue of the Virgin Mary even more chaotic.

Blazer did nothing to stop it, and even took a step back to prevent the cardinal from choking because he was standing too close and eating too fast.

The wine, which was hailed as the blood of the Son of God, was mixed with greasy meat, and dry bread crumbs fell one by one. This was undoubtedly a blasphemy.

Blaze thought back to when he was still unfamiliar with Herbie. Back then, Herbie was like a curious... no, rather an aggressive hound, sniffing around him, searching for danger and flaws.

It was at the Dionysus Tavern, where Herbie had been chatting him up over a glass of wine when he mentioned the wine reputed to be the blood of the Son of God. Perhaps Herbie had just been testing him with random talk, but Blaze remembered every word.

So he knew something, and it wasn't his style to keep quiet.

Blaze reminded out of his last act of kindness.

"You should distinguish this sacrament of commemoration of the Son of God from ordinary meals."

"What a noise! ​​How dare a mere pagan point fingers at the noble bishop!"

The cardinal casually threw away the bottle in his hand, and the remaining wine and the bottle shattered at the feet of the statue of the Virgin Mary, and a dazzling red color appeared on the statue of the Virgin Mary.

But the cardinal who stood under the statue of the Virgin Mary every day did not care and opened his hands wide.

"The blood of the Son of God flows in my body, and the flesh of the Son of God has filled my stomach."

"Lord! Please grant the Son of God the power!"

No effect...that's impossible. [Wine and Bread] are just props after all. They have no thoughts of their own and only grant power to those who eat them.