Before Syl transformed back, the young dragon had already used [Dragon Group Will] to command the dragon egg, raising the command authority of Saintess Syl to the same level as the young dragon.

Now the dragon eggs parasitic on the hunter's body will completely treat Syl as a young dragon.

Therefore, the hunter who has fully "recovered" now, she looked up at Syl obsessively, and called out softly:

"My lord..."

"You are my everything..."

"(Dragon language) I love you, my dear mother."

After finishing speaking, without giving Syl any chance to react, she directly lowered her head and kissed Sill's shoe tip lightly.

"Hey." Syl was frightened by her action and took a big step back, goosebumps all over his body.

Just now she was still thinking about what the hunter was talking about, but she didn't expect that she would immediately start kissing her shoes.

Searle suspected that no matter what she said, her shoes would be licked to pieces.

The consciousness of the newborn dragon egg will slowly integrate with the consciousness of the original body, and begin to learn all the knowledge of the parasite.

Now it is parasitic on a person whose thoughts are obviously not normal, and even a little perverted and shaking M.

Syl began to wonder how perverted the baby dragon would be if the egg hatched.

Syl looked at the hunter who was still lying on the ground with his mouth half-opened "Shasha", put his hands together and said:

"I hope you won't be affected too much..."

Looking up and looking around, Syl frowned slightly.

Syl still didn't know where he was now, and when he turned on his spirit vision, he also noticed that the small golden shield on his body had become a little illusory.

Is it super distance?Or have I entered a wonderful enchantment?Or is there something wrong with Archbishop Ashara?

Syl just wanted to quickly find a way to remove the barrier, and then go to see Archbishop Ashara.

"What's your name?" Syl lowered his head, looked at the hunter who was still squatting on the ground and looked up at him, and asked, "What is your purpose for coming to me?"

"My name is Shirley, and I'm the [Hunter] who belongs to the First Division of Royal Military Intelligence in Dasaya." The assassin who called herself Shirley answered Searle's question without any hesitation.

After a short pause, Shirley continued:

"I came here to control the saint and bring her to the Goddess of Hope to help Prince Blaise run for Pope."

After finishing speaking, she quickly defended:

"Please forgive my ignorance and ignorance at the beginning, and accidentally hurt you, my beloved mother..."

The goosebumps that Searle had just dissipated came back again when he heard the name mother.

Only now did she feel that there was almost no learning process, and the completely pure Xiaobai was so likable.

"Don't call me by this name in the future," Syl covered his forehead and said speechlessly, "You can just call me Your Highness the Holy Maiden."

Shirley received the order and nodded with a serious face:

"Okay, mother."

"Uh..." Syl was embarrassed directly, and she said helplessly, "At least in front of others, don't use the name mother..."

As if sensing Syl's compromise, Shirley's eyes lit up all of a sudden, she nodded quickly, and said quickly as if she was afraid of Syl's return:

"Okay, no problem, kind mother~"

"Hey..." Syl sighed, and asked straight to the point, "Where am I now? How can I get back to the Holy See of the Goddess of Hope? Where is the coachman?"

"You are inside a barrier that I personally set up, my lord." Xue Li said here, and for some reason, her face suddenly turned red.

She slowly stretched out her hand, untied the light armor on her chest, looked up at Syl with a blushing face and said:

"No matter what you do here, you won't be detected by the outside world...you can do whatever you want Shirley to do, mother..."

"Then I order you to put on my clothes properly! Then stand up and talk!" Syl felt a little broken.

Syl even began to regret why he didn't just stab Shirley with a knife after controlling her.

But even if he killed her, he didn't know how to get out, and it would not be a bad thing for Searle to have an extra fourth-order powerful ghost.

Under Syl's order, although Xue Li was a little reluctant, she still buckled the open light armor again, and stood up slowly.

"Okay, continue to answer my question," Syl continued to ask, "How do I go back, what does it mean to control me to run for the Pope? You killed the coachman?"

"The coachman didn't die, he was just unconscious in the alley," Shirley replied, "That's the coachman of the God of Generosity and Wisdom, and we don't want to cause any complications."

"As for the enchantment, Shirley can take her mother out at any time. As for running for the pope, Shirley doesn't know much about the inside story... Maybe it's because Pope Sharon resigned without a reason, and she didn't name her, let His Royal Highness see it." To the hope of seizing power."

"His Royal Highness?" Syl frowned, feeling that things were getting more and more uncontrollable.

Obviously just finished solving the internal affairs of the Hope Goddess Cult, and now suddenly another highness popped up.

I just went out now, and then I got into trouble again.

In Shirley's subsequent narration, Seale learned who Blaize was.

He was originally the youngest prince of the Great Saaya Empire.In the struggle for power succession, he was unsurprisingly defeated.

In order to escape the persecution of the crown prince, he chose to join the Church of the Goddess of Hope, and he actually successfully demonstrated his faith.

For the next few decades, he has been hoping that the Goddess Cult will silently climb all the way until he sits on the position of archbishop.

Everyone thought that he really gave up his secular rights and fell into the embrace of the Goddess of Hope Cult, but he obviously still had a desire for the throne in his heart.

Now is the time for him to find an opportunity to use his accumulated strength to launch a final fight.

This fight is to use the Pope's position and power to cooperate with the followers on the noble side to start a new fight for the throne.

The purpose is to build Dazaya into a country with unified kingship and theocracy, and he will be the supreme lord.

As for controlling Syl to use her status as a saint to vote for Blaze, that's just one part of it.

But he probably never dreamed that his plan would fail in the link of controlling the saint.

No one would have guessed that how could a second-order saint resist the pursuit of a fourth-order master?

Miracles don't happen every day, so how could Syl escape the pursuit of a strong man by leaping two steps without relying on a divine descendant?

None of them knew that Searle had already been promoted to the third rank at this time, and Searle's rapid promotion caused them to misjudge the form.

After thinking for a while, Syl pursed his lips, and then asked:

"So, now that the pope is elected, all the archbishops are here?"

"According to the information, yes." Shirley nodded and said, "My task is to bring you, Mother."

Syl pondered for a while.

Now it is clear that the internal problems of the church are still not resolved.

Factions are divided, fighting openly and secretly, and lusting for power.

It's time to find an opportunity to pull out the cancer inside the church.

Searle looked at Shirley, she had already given up the idea of ​​letting Shirley return to the Royal Military Intelligence Unit as an insider.

She wants Shirley to play a play with her.

"Shirley," Searle said with a smile, "I need your help."

"Really?" If Shirley had a tail, it must be raised high and shaking constantly. She asked expectantly, "What's the matter? Mother~"

.

.

.

Hope Goddess Holy See, meeting room.

Ashara seemed to be calmly standing on the altar, but her eyes kept flicking towards the door.

As long as Locke lifts the gate restriction, she can instantly kill the vulnerable Blaise in front of her, and then teleport to Syl to protect her.

But under the double restriction imposed by Blaize, Ashara didn't have this ability at all.

As time went by, the conference room gradually started to riot, and Ashara's worry about Syl gradually turned into crazy resentment, and even the lingering holy light began to glow with black light.

It can be predicted that as long as Syl has any accident, Ashara will definitely run away on the spot.

Blaise naturally noticed Ashara's killing intent, he swallowed hard, and prayed in his heart that the group of superhumans from the Military Intelligence Department would call and bring the saint over quickly.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

The heavy knock on the door plunged the entire conference room into deathly silence.

Blaise also breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Ashara on the altar, and smiled triumphantly.

As for Ashara, her heart tightened, and she looked at the door of the meeting room with a little panic in her eyes.

Could it be that... Syl has...

Ashara's right fist was clenched tightly, the nails were even embedded in the flesh, but Ashara didn't notice it.

The door was slowly pushed open.

Searle, who was dressed in a white robe, walked into the conference room with narrowed eyes and a smile on his face.

On Syl's white robe, even at the corners of his mouth, there were astonishing blood stains, as if he had just experienced a war.

Seeing the blood stains on Syl's body, Ashara's heart sank, and the moment the door was fully opened, Ashara's aura surged, and the golden holy spear reappeared in her hand.

Especially at this time, behind Syl, there is a fourth-order powerhouse who has never seen before.

The fourth level... is the level that Syl cannot resist.

"Look, our saint is here." Blaise pointed at the door and said with a smile, "Let's listen to the saint's opinion."

Although it is very strange why the royal superhuman would let the saint come here with blood, at least, the person has come.

Just when Ashara was about to make a move, Syl, who was at the door, suddenly opened his eyes.

She looked at Ashara on the altar, showed a sunny smile, stretched out her right hand to shake in front of her chest, and drew a "V" to Ashara.

Ashara's originally surging aura instantly subsided, and her mood also returned to calm.

Although I don't know how she did it, but now, Syl is still the heartless Syl, and nothing has changed.

It's just who hurt Syl, and who ordered others to hurt Syl...Ashhara will make them pay the price.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like