Witch, don't be so lazy

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The series of news left Anke stunned.

She simply didn't know what to say.

On the one hand, I marveled that the church was still a church and that there was even an institution called the Atonement Institute; on the other hand, I lamented the ending of the Demon Wolf and his unpredictable fate.

Of course, what made Anke even more speechless was that Celine Weier actually... advanced.

[I just received a round of Sanctuary Blessing two weeks ago. The Spirit World Tour ended as soon as it started. Then I got a new talent, "Imprisoned Eye", but I don't know which angel or saint gave it to me.]

Therefore, my situation is quite special. In the next round, I will use the Holy Wedge of the Demon Wolf as a spiritual object. I will need to conduct a normal spiritual tour until I reach the third level. Then, I can directly ascend to the fourth level through the blessing of the Holy Hall.

Look, this is such a niche word, "directly promoted to the fourth level", is this even human language?

Two months ago, everyone was still in the same parade event, but now, no, two weeks ago, Weil was already level two, and even her talents were customized.

Who has the system? Who is cheating?

Encore mumbled for a while, then sent another message to remind her.

[Weir, you should be careful too. Delay your advancement if possible. Advancing too quickly may not be a good thing.]

Although I don’t know what the church’s top leaders are planning, it is definitely not easy for Celine Weier to be a double saint.

【Um】

An Ke hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke.

[The changes in the Dark Sun Overlord are related to the Well of Silence, and may also be related to the raven Mine. Please see if this information is useful to you. If you need help, you can contact me. I am always here.]

Wei'er was so frank and took the initiative to remind her, even showing her talent. Of course, she had to reply to some messages. Although she was not sure if it would help, she still had to show her attitude.

at the same time.

In a palace in the Papal States, the saint with long hair like a waterfall sensed the message coming from afar - "The changes in the Lord God are related to the Eternal Death Star, and may also be related to the remnants of the old empire...". She was stunned at first, then looked at the words "I'm always here", smiled slightly, and replied "Thank you, me too."

It wasn't until she heard a knock on the door that she quickly put away her smile.

"Please come in."

The maid stood guard at the door and said, "Lady Saint, Saint Serosa invites you to the Green Wind Temple."

He stood up, walked through the corridors and courtyards, greeted the priests and nuns who bowed to him along the way, and finally entered the elegant and holy hall.

The decorations around are very strange. In addition to the common icons and murals, there are also a large number of lush green vines and emerald green ripples.

The vine represents life, and the green wind represents the wind of healing. Both are symbols of the Archangel Raphael.

Celine Weier looked up at the statue of the Virgin Mary with a kind face, bowed, and then bowed to Rafar who was holding the holy staff beside the Virgin Mary. Finally, she followed the instructions and walked into the side hall.

The side hall is used for meetings and receptions.

There were already three people sitting here.

At the front is the amiable old woman, Saint Serosa, the saint who is responsible for teaching Celinewell.

The other two are also old acquaintances.

One was an old man in a black robe with an aged face. He was serious and had his left eye covered. He wore a triple cross crown on his head and held a black gold staff in his hand. His eyes were cold and gloomy, like a snake spying on its prey.

There is no doubt that the person in the church who has this appearance is naturally the Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition, His Excellency Saint Marcus.

It was under his leadership that the Inquisition gained its current notoriety - let alone ordinary priests, even the determined ascetics would frown and worship the Dawn and Heaven when they learned that they were going to be brought to the Inquisition.

The other is Lanita, the recorder of the Atonement Agency and a succubus nun who always has a smile on her face.

Celine Weier pursed her lips.

She was actually quite afraid of meeting these two people.

Needless to say, the former is well-known; the latter has always had a sense of weirdness, and its origin is very mysterious. Anyway, according to Ms. Santa Serosa, the head of the Atonement Agency has changed many times, but the recorder has always been the same one.

The meeting process is simple.

Answer the questions, then provide the medium.

The questions mainly involve "the recent unusual movements of the Dark Sun Lord" and "her current condition". There is not much content, after all, it is just a formality.

The interrogation was not very meaningful. Saint Serosa once explained to her: "Although the church is willing to believe in her sincerity and devout faith, as the saint of the evil god, she may not be as free as she imagined. However, under the protection of the morning light and heaven, she will eventually be able to break free from the control of the evil god. It just takes some time."

As a former member of the witch-hunting group, Celine Weier certainly understood that in front of higher beings, the will of living beings was nothing at all. For example, some dark wizards who were bewitched by evil spirits had distorted cognition and could even do horrifying things such as mistaking eyeballs for grapes and pus and blood for fine wine.

Moreover, in this regard, not only demons and evil spirits dare to call themselves experts, the church also has a deep understanding of this.

Since even thoughts may not be reliable, the credibility of what is said is greatly reduced, and using spells and potions is meaningless.

Therefore, they prefer to observe in person.

Celine Weier just needs to be a good intermediary.

The process is not difficult. It can be done in the blink of an eye. It’s not that it takes a short time, but because the thoughts and perceptions are interrupted in the middle, it’s like taking a nap, closing your eyes and opening them again, and it’s done.

In the blink of an eye, Grand Inquisitor Saint Marcus had disappeared.

Recorder Lanita had also finished organizing the files and was smiling at him:

"Lady Saint, good news! Your soul and will remain pure and untainted by the evil god."

As she spoke, she opened a door in the wall. "The Eighth Leader's Holy Wedge has been waiting for you. I hope you progress smoothly in your training. May the morning light bless you."

After saying this, the succubus nun disappeared.

Only Celine Weier was left, who was whispering "May the morning light bless you". She turned her head and looked at the kind old woman.

"Sir Rosa, is the problem serious?"

"Not bad. The Heretic God's changes are mainly related to the Abyss. It seems He has other minions in the real world, and He cunningly chose that sinister northern border."

The old woman paused, "But you don't have to worry about these things, Little Wei'er. Just focus on your cultivation in the temple. With the protection of Our Lady of the Dawn, the evil gods won't be able to cause you much harm."

"it is good."

Celine Weier nodded and bowed before leaving.

Then it was the same schedule as usual, praying, attending classes, practicing...no difference.

However, when browsing the books in the scripture room, he did not continue reading "Sword of Heaven: God's Wrath and Mercy" from last night. Instead, he chose "The Holy Spirit: Volume 1: The Incarnation" and began to read it with great interest.

Chapter 128 Troll Camp

The pure white snow, the howling cold wind, and the sun hanging high in the sky like a painting, unable to bring any warmth to the earth.

But the ruins of Taiqir are busier than ever.

With the stone fortress, the temporary base of the adventurers, as the center, a large number of people began to mobilize, not only the adventurers who stayed in the ruins, but also many uninvited guests.

At first, the ordinary adventurers didn't react and just stared blankly at the Asda City soldiers who suddenly appeared - different from the city guards responsible for daily patrols, the ones here were obviously more elite, equipped with more luxurious equipment, and had a more powerful aura.

The full body armor gleamed silver, and was obviously made with a large amount of precious mithril. There were also many exquisite coatings on it, not for the sake of beauty, but just to cover up the complicated runes underneath.

These are all custom-made pieces for their users. It is unknown what they are enchanted with, but everyone's breastplate has a purple or white fleur-de-lis as a mark, indicating that it is at least a low-level spell.

This is true for armor, weapons, and shields as well.

There were about fifty or sixty people, most of whom were spellcasters who followed the path of war. They all carried equipment enchanted with low-level spells, and also carried some potions and scrolls.

There is also a small group, about a dozen spellcasters who follow the path of wisdom. They are dressed more casually and have different duties, including doctors, trappers, encouragers, golem controllers... Without turret mages, the power of low-level spells and tricks is limited, and there is no large-scale attack capability. Moreover, the spells at this stage can be inscribed on scrolls. Throwing scrolls to attack is much more reliable than laboriously casting spells, and it just costs money.

Although they are all just senior magic apprentices, with their rich combat experience, tacit cooperation and powerful weapons, let alone hunting a single first-level wizard, as long as they are willing to sacrifice, killing a wizard team of less than ten people is no problem.

And this is when the three commanders did not take action. Although they were responsible for different areas, all three were senior first-level mages, and their equipment was luxurious, some even having items enchanted by Deshup, the head of the Iris Workshop, himself.

As for clearing out monster strongholds in the wilderness, it's even easier for them. Whenever there's a beast tide or a group of monsters that adventurers can't handle appears in the suburbs, it's their turn to take the stage.

Of course, according to common sense, they should not appear in the ruins of Taiqir.

Because this place is too far away from the city of Asda, and the troll tribe has been operating in this area for decades. On the one hand, this shows that the trolls are powerful and can carve out a large territory in the wilderness; on the other hand, it also shows that Taiqier has no resources worth coveting. At least the bigwigs in the city of Asda weighed the pros and cons and felt that there was no need to go to war with the trolls for this.

Although they didn't know why the higher-ups suddenly sent troops to clear out the group, the adventurers were all excited and frightened.

The excitement is that once the war breaks out, they may have the possibility of picking up bargains. It doesn't mean that they can touch corpses and steal equipment dropped by soldiers, which will cost them their lives. Well, although there is no shortage of daring adventurers, most people think that they can take the opportunity to hunt down injured and fleeing monsters, and take this opportunity to sneak attack the monster settlements ruled by the trolls and loot the supplies in those strongholds.

Moreover, in the past few months in the ruins of Taiqir, there have been many bloody conflicts between adventurers and monsters, and the two sides have long had a deep grudge.

Fear is inevitable. War may not bring wealth, but it will definitely leave pain. In particular, some experienced adventurers discovered that the Asda city army did not carry too many siege machines and golems. This was a very bad signal.

The troll camp is located on a cliff that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. They have built a solid fortress, enslaved and tamed a large number of monsters, and set up a large number of traps and defensive facilities on the road.

Without alchemical machinery for attacking the enemy and without enough golems, the price to pay for successfully attacking the enemy would be extremely tragic.

The soldiers will be part of the price, the adventurers will not be able to escape, and even for the second-level elite mages, they will have to bleed heavily.

Temporary base.

"We were too hasty. The guild didn't even have any offensive machinery shipped in. We only have six stone golems."

Smoya, the leader of the Golden Dawn, frowned and fiddled with the mirror in his hand.

"Counting the two I have and the iron golem, there are really too few."

Golems are one of the masterpieces of alchemy. Compared to puppets, they are purer weapons of war - ignoring conventional soul attacks, immune to most negative states, with extraordinary physical resistance, and usually equipped with powerful alchemical weapons.

Even the lowest-level stone golem, as long as the craftsmanship of the maker is up to standard, can have defense and combat power that surpasses that of a first-level Warcraft spellcaster with ordinary equipment. At the same time, it has amazing endurance, is fearless of death, does not need sleep or food, and does not have the weaknesses of flesh and blood.

The only drawback is that it is expensive and not flexible enough.

There is nothing much to say about the former. Although the golem is powerful, the cost of making it and the energy required to start it are also very high. Even if the alchemist makes it himself, a stone golem will cost 4,000 gold coins just for the materials. In addition, the crystals required for startup and maintenance costs are also not small. Usually, in a medium-intensity battle, each stone golem can cost about 1,200 gold coins.

Judging from the limited experience, alchemy is mostly like this. Among the three magical skills, it is the most expensive. Therefore, there is a common joke that "alchemy is called alchemy not because you can get rich by learning it, but because you are so poor that you have to turn stones into gold to survive."

The latter can be solved by golem controllers, who are specially trained spellcasters. As long as they hold a control amulet, they can control a golem that is one level higher than themselves within a certain range, usually seven to eight hundred meters.

Without an operator, most low-level golems can only execute very simple commands and are almost unable to think independently. It is very likely that a trap curse will make them unable to move.

"I don't know what Lord Kunda was thinking. We just... cleared out Estherin yesterday. Asda City needs more people to maintain order. Excluding those who were affected by mental suggestion, the originally planned 121 guards only managed to reach 58."

Matika sighed, "Deshup said he'd come over, but now he can't get away for a while. The upcoming battle will be very difficult."

Don’t be fooled by the fact that there are three second-level mages in the stronghold, as they may seem to outnumber the two on the opposite side. However, combat is not simply a matter of offsetting each other with numbers.

Although they were reluctant to admit it, they really had no confidence in defeating the opponent, whether it was the troll leader or the vampire, in a one-on-one fight without props.

There is no way. Compared with the extraordinary creatures with extraordinary talents, humans are too weak, especially at low levels. Only after completing the gold sublimation and reaching the fourth level, the gap in this aspect will be greatly reduced.

Even after using precious items, they were not sure of victory. After all, the opponent was not a wild monster without any inheritance, and it was backed by the Disaster Cult, which was very troublesome.

More importantly, they don't want to make too much of a sacrifice, let alone death. Even if they force the Earth Dragon Jade to be eroded like Yom, which will result in a huge waste of time and money for recovery, that is a decision that can only be made with a ruthless heart.

"Didn't they say that the two-star pharmacist named Momo was coming over? Deshup and Turner actually said that the city lord gave her full responsibility for the affairs of the Disaster Cult and asked us to cooperate with her actions. It's unbelievable."

Smoya shook his head. He stared at Doron at the Abbas rally. "You and Matika have met her before, right? How was she?"

"She's a very talented girl with a good understanding of potions. Although she's not one of the top geniuses in Cloud City, she's still a leader among the younger generation in the North, or in Black Rock City. Her background must be extraordinary."

Duolun's words were brief, but everyone understood what he meant.

He has extraordinary attainments in potions at such a young age, which means he has probably put a considerable amount of energy into potions. It would be good enough if he could reach the second level. Don't expect his combat power to be very high. It would be too outrageous if he could have both.

Although they were only at the second level, they were elite mages after all and had seen some of the world. Even if they had not been to the Cloud City where the headquarters of the three major guilds were located, they had traveled to Pandegar, the center of the northern border, and Black Rock City, the largest city in the south.

Besides, it's not like we don't know geniuses. For example, look at the City Lord Kunda, who graduated from the High Tower Academy. This is quite prestigious, right? But many years ago, when the evil spirit incident broke out in Asda City, Kunda was a key figure in turning the tide. At that time, he was a senior second-level wizard and was almost thirty years old.

And unlike Momo, Kunda didn't master any special skills back then. He learned alchemy slowly after taking office in Asda City. His attainments were okay, but not as good as Smoya. The two would communicate and discuss with each other from time to time.

By the way, because of this, all the wizards in Asda City knew that Smoya had a very good relationship with the city lord. Yom also spent a lot of effort to send his beloved son Hahn to the other party's door, hoping that after the magic test was over, he could increase the probability of getting the city lord's recommendation through this relationship.

Closer to home.

Momo doesn't look very old at all, and her talent is unlikely to be higher than that of the City Lord of Kunda. Considering her background in Black Rock City, she is most likely from a wealthy family and wants to gain some experience. The City Lord is happy to give her a favor.

Similar things have happened before, but the authority given was not as great as this time. Every time it caused headaches for the mages under them.

It's okay to just mess around, but the main concern is that they're going to be too self-conscious and insist on giving orders blindly, or even if things go wrong, they'll have to act like nannies and help clean up the mess...

Some not-so-nice memories flooded into Matika's mind. What was worse was that although the contact time was very short, she could tell at a glance that the little girl seemed to be the most typical person who did whatever she wanted, otherwise she would not do such an abstract thing as stalking and harassing little Anke.

"Forget it, let's put these things aside for now and act accordingly."

The old woman stood by the window, looking at the troll battle flag fluttering on the cliff in the distance. The flag was painted with a skull split in half, just like the name of their tribe, "Broken Bones".

"We need to scout the enemy's layout and movements further. Since our current resources are less than planned, we must use them more cautiously and rationally, striving to defeat them at the lowest cost."

"Ah."

Smoya raised his hand and waved, and a black iron bird took off again under his control.

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