Witch, don't be so lazy

He slapped his forehead. "Oh, I almost forgot. The ember fell into the hands of the Golden Dawn and was later transformed into the core of the Hellforge. Haha, and who knows how much time has passed, and the Old Empire has actually been able to dig up some of its remnants, and then mixed it with the Abyssal Dark Sun, raising a new Dark Sun Overlord. Tsk tsk, how interesting."

The weirdo pinched his chin and said, "Hey, could Daddy Wu let me get something down from Heaven? Maybe I can come up with something interesting."

No one paid any attention to him.

There was another silence.

The man sitting in the Red Knights' chair spoke. Grand Inquisitor Long De Winter was like the coldest iron, and his words were like a sword unsheathed, pointing directly to the vital point:

"How to deal with His followers?"

This new god hid himself very well, otherwise the Church would have discovered him long ago.

"We must keep her for now. Her rank is too low, and her connection to the gods is too weak. There's no way she can locate the Dark Sun Lord in the boundless spiritual world."

The middle-aged priest from the scripture department spoke up, "But the question is, in what form should it be preserved?"

This is indeed something to talk about.

"Selene Weier, although only sixteen, has already been in the Witch Hunting Group for two years. She is resolute, has pure faith, is extremely talented, and has a good work ethic. The Wenzistan branch even wrote a letter of recommendation to headquarters a while ago. It was only through her ruins exploration work that she accidentally became a Demon God's follower."

The shadow at the witch hunter group's location was a strong man with a voice like a bell.

"While I would like her to stay with the Witch Hunters, we are unsure of our ability to prevent the demon from corrupting his own followers. Therefore, I propose that she be placed in the care of Ms. Serosa."

"Yes, I will use Rafar's holy staff if necessary."

Saint Serosa nodded slowly. "You can see that even though she's a follower of the demon god, her faith in the dawn hasn't wavered in the slightest. She might even be more steadfast than some of the people here."

An undisguised sneer.

"Oh, I object."

The black-robed old man from the Inquisition protested.

"Serosa, it's your honor to receive the Archangel of Life's favor. Although Heaven allows you to use His spiritual power, it doesn't mean you can squander it at will. It's because you've been using the Holy Staff all these years that the Archangel's resurrection has been delayed!"

He slammed the table hard. "And keeping a demon god's follower by the side of a living saint, what does that mean? Are you treating her as the new saint?!"

"I suggest that we first let the Inquisition give her some necessary treatment, and then send her to the Penitentiary Office to serve."

The old man looked at the black seat, where a monster was wrapped in bandages, with only its cloudy yellow eyes visible.

"Surely the Atonement Agency will be able to look after her?"

Without saying anything, the bandaged monster just nodded silently.

"I agree with Sir Markus' proposal."

The leader of the choir looked like a young girl, but when she opened her mouth, one could hear countless overlapping and resonating voices, including men, women, young and old, like a choir.

"Oh, why not leave it to me? I have ten thousand ways to make her obey."

The weirdo slapped the table. "Besides, she awakened the Wings of Death on her own. It just so happens that my experiment with the Angel of Sin is nearing its final stage. If it can be strengthened a little more, perhaps our former High Inquisitor can be freed early..."

He looked at the bandaged monster from the Atonement Agency and was about to continue speaking when he was ruthlessly interrupted.

"Fifty-three, Heaven has allowed you to conduct the experiment on the angel of sin. So, you must focus on it and don't stretch your hands around, or they'll break easily."

Long Dewinter looked over, his eyes and tone were calm, but for some reason it made people feel a chill down their spines.

"How terrible! I can't afford to offend the Angel King's agent."

He was clearly saying he was afraid, but his actions didn't slow down at all. "No, then no. It's just a casual remark. Why should our current Chief Judge be angry? Could it be..."

There was a sudden pause.

Not only him, everyone fell silent.

There is no other reason why I would easily abandon the eight-finned Ling-Meng Yin.

Because the scepter symbolizing the Pope appeared out of thin air, and at the same time there was a blazing white figure that was clearly close at hand, but it felt like it was thousands of miles away.

"Selene Weier is placed in the Penitentiary Agency and serves as the Saint of the Church. This is the will of Heaven."

The Pope paused and added, "The followers of the Dawn, the followers of the Dark Sun, have also received the Wings of Death. The archangel who has never had a suitable agent is about to descend. May the Dawn last forever, and may the Kingdom of Heaven endure forever."

Everyone was stunned at first, and then they all agreed.

"Lord, the Holy Moon of Darkness, may the dawn last forever, and may the Kingdom of Heaven last forever."

"Great Angel of Death, may the morning light last forever, and may the kingdom of heaven endure forever."

"Tsk tsk, Sariel's vessel, may the morning light last forever, may the kingdom of heaven last forever."

……

Strange residence.

Celine Weier opened her eyes and jumped to the ground barefoot in an instant like a nimble cat, and the dark golden holy flame in her hand turned into a long sword.

She was stunned.

If I remember correctly, my special spiritual talent had been exposed before. How could I still stay safely in the attic now?

Yes, this is a small attic, and it is still the familiar Wenzistan, but the time has changed to night.

Perhaps the sun had just set, and the street lights were lit one by one. From a distance, they looked like a long red snake that kept snaking forward, turning around and around, but could never find the exit. It was forever trapped in the cage called the city wall, and in the end it had no choice but to bite its own tail in despair, leaving behind a huge corpse.

On countless identical nights, the young Celine Weier would lie on the windowsill of the orphanage, looking at countless identical scenes.

Confusion and speechless fear slowly rose like a rising tide.

Even when she confided in others, no one paid any attention. The nuns just thought she was weird, and the children couldn't understand her at all. She could only digest it by herself and gradually developed an introverted personality.

So she did not proceed step by step like her peers in the theological school, but instead took the initiative to join the witch hunting group that others avoided.

Because she felt that the witch hunting group's beliefs were very consistent with her own, the Lord God only symbolized the dawn of hope and there was no need to extend it to anything else. However, this fundamentalist interpretation had long ceased to be mainstream in the church.

Although training and missions are hard, being able to wander freely in the wild and read some books in my spare time is actually pretty good.

Unfortunately, the bizarre experiences she had in recent days had caused her life to change drastically.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

The sound of knocking on the door.

Celine Weier was silent for a while, calmed down, and prepared herself: "Please come in."

"Ah, Lady Saint, please wake up. I am the recorder of the Atonement Agency. I will take you to receive the inheritance."

The person who pushed the door open was a nun holding a book. She was not a human, but a succubus.

...Saint, Atonement Agency...What is going on?

Maybe he noticed the confusion.

The recorder smiled and said, "You are now the new Saint of the Church of Dawn. After receiving the inheritance, you will prepare to attend the blessing ceremony. Your name will be known throughout the continent."

She paused, "Normally, the Son and Daughter of God will be assigned to one of the six major organizations within the church, and then taught personally by the leaders of each organization."

"However, your situation is rather special. Although Her Majesty Saint Serosa is bringing you here and publicly claims you belong to the Relief Society, you are actually joining our Atonement Agency."

The recorder walked in front.

Celine Weier followed behind, she had no intention of running away, because her danger perception could not even detect the existence of the thing in front of her.

She simply asked, "What is the Atonement Agency?"

"It's a good place. Whether actively or passively, those who carry sins but have room for redemption will come here. As long as they can temper a holy soul in the darkness, they can complete their transformation and be promoted to holy spirits and angels."

The recorder stood casually in front of a wall, took out a gilded key and tapped it. Ancient and complex inscriptions outlined the shape of a door. She pushed it open, turned around and smiled.

"If you fail to atone for your sins, it will be disastrous. You will perish in the Holy Ring and the Infernal Fire. Of course, you don't have to worry. You are a noble Saint and do not need a Holy Wedge implanted."

She extended her hand to signal Celine Weier to come in.

A very spacious hall.

Like an exhibition hall.

The black walls were full of sunken holes, filled with all sorts of strange things.

"Don't look at what's on the wall. While it's a precious inheritance in the eyes of outsiders, it's completely unworthy of your noble status. Just focus on the things in front of you."

The recorder pointed to the glass boxes in the hall, probably glass, with golden chains wrapped around them, and the sacred golden wedges inside.

"These are all legendary holy wedges. The legacy of most of the leaders of the Atonement Agency is recorded on them. Unfortunately, some have been lost. For example, the second leader, Van Helsing. Although that rebel against the Kingdom of Heaven was deeply sinful, he did have a formidable talent."

She paused, "Okay, I'm going to start. If the holy wedge blooms with light, it means it's suitable for you."

Recite the mantra silently.

For an instant.

There were countless rays of light on the surrounding black walls, but there was only one glowing holy wedge in the glass box.

"Alas, there's only one. The powerful Darkness and Death talents are indeed too few, but it's enough. I'll give it to you for use when you reach level three. You can choose the second and fourth level talents from the Sanctuary Blessing."

The recorder walked up to the only lit holy wedge and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, he's the eighth leader."

Celine Weier walked over in silence.

Although the Holy Wedge looks almost exactly the same, the stone tablet in front of the glass box still has some things engraved on it, including names, titles, and important deeds.

But the tombstone of this eighth leader is very empty.

Apart from a "", the rest are just simple pictures showing a long and a short knife, with an alchemical pistol in the middle.

Celine Weier felt that her breathing was a little difficult.

She recalled some bizarre rumors that although the events of the spirit world's tour seemed random on the surface, they corresponded to certain things in some mysterious way.

"...Do you know his name?"

"I don't know. Didn't you see that all the writing has been erased? This is the harshest punishment. Not even your name is allowed to be left. The most you can do is draw a picture of the weapon you used."

The recorder shrugged. "But everyone has heard of his deeds. He was said to be a lone blood-born demon wolf, a typical negative example in the Penitentiary Agency. He had clearly atoned for his sins, but in the end he disobeyed the will of Heaven. Like Van Helsing, he was said to have died because he was dissatisfied with a certain important figure joining the Templar."

"What a shame! He was so close to becoming a fearless Holy Spirit and a guard of Heaven, but in the end he couldn't be saved. What a pity."

She opened the glass case, took out the Holy Wedge and handed it to Celine Weier. "Fortunately, no one has done such a treasonous thing since then."

Perhaps noticing the girl's slightly trembling hands, the recorder smiled and consoled her.

"Don't be afraid. You don't need to strike the holy wedge. I'm just taking away the talent inside and giving it to you. And since you're a saint, you only need to follow the steps and you can become a noble and great person."

He took the holy wedge in his hand.

The thing is very light.

But Celine Weier felt it was very heavy, as if a heavy and cruel fate had been passed on to her.

I had previously thought I was just a spectator in the spirit world, but I never expected...

The greatest witcher failed, the lone and proud wolf also fell, and their best outcome was suicide.

Although she didn't know what was waiting for her, she knew that the church did not imprison the followers of the "Dark Sun Lord". Instead, it allowed her to serve as the Saint of the Dawn Church. There was no such good thing in the world.

The old feelings came back to my mind.

Confusion and speechless fear slowly surged up like the tide, with no way to confide in and no way to escape, like being stuck in a quagmire, even breathing was difficult.

But in a moment.

I felt something trembling in the dark.

The call of the Dark Sun Lord.

No, it's the little star next to it.

……

The Far North.

Anke lay on the bed with her legs crossed. Although she was very sleepy, she decided to check the status of the Dark Sun Lord first, mainly because He was related to her Eye of Judgment, and by the way, she wanted to observe the extent of His interference in the present world.

as predicted.

Because of being in the present world, the power of the Eye of Judgment has decreased significantly.

After all, he is a newborn god and is too weak.

The resulting intervention is even weaker.

Not to mention blessing, even the amount of sacrifice required for temporary protection was ridiculously large. What she had to offer to clean up the monsters was totally insufficient. The only thing she could do was send a short message, and it could only be sent to His other followers.