The target Vest is the ultimate boss

The sunlight passes through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a rainbow-like stream on the corridor of the cathedral.The holy servant held the holy water and the scroll, held his breath, and arranged them neatly on both sides of the hall.

Wearing an embroidered holy robe, the young man knelt and sat in front of the huge statue, praying with his hands folded and his eyes closed. His silky silver hair was braided into a scorpion-tailed braid, which was coiled around the moonlight velvet blanket.

The light outlines his face, the shadows under the eyelashes are like bamboo, and the elements condense around him, making the white and translucent body stained with a bright luster.

He just sat there quietly, but he was better than thousands of strange flowers in the world.

Soft, delicate, yet resplendent and holy.

The Holy Son of Light, the angel who is rumored to come to the world as a human being and preach the benevolence of God, is the only human being who is qualified to listen to the teachings of the gods.

Seven years ago, Sid Chelt easily stood out from the best of light magic and became the supreme existence of the Holy Court.

His affinity for light is rare in a millennium.In the past, the Son of God needed a long training before he could find the channel leading to the temple, but when Sid took the holy bath for the first time, wore the holy robe, and knelt in front of the statue to sing the morning prayer, his consciousness rose without any hindrance. shrine.

——This is a symbol of the Father's love for the Holy Son!

——Worthy of being an envoy chosen by thousands of people!

Thousands of believers praised him in this way.

The enviable priesthood is not very good in Sid's eyes.

The first time he entered the temple, he saw the God of Light sitting on the main seat and taking a nap.

In the next few weeks, he saw the old man waking up.But every time the God of Light just passed by his eyes, treating him like air.

His consciousness was locked in a cage made of thorns, a tool used by the gods to hinder his actions.

The cage was so small that Sid couldn't even stand up.

That's when Sid understood.The god of light and the god are different.

Idols laugh, Prouvel doesn't.

The gods that humans have believed in, loved, and admired for countless times don't care about humans.

This is a secret, it cannot be announced, it is only passed down in the hearts of the previous Sons of Light.

Sid met the former Son.After the aloof Son had said his morning prayers, he would inform the scribe of the Lord's teachings.

How could he get the teaching of the God of Light?

Sid, who was sitting in the thorn cage of the temple for the first time, was distressed for a long time. When his consciousness returned to the holy courtyard, his eyes flashed and he suddenly realized.

The former Son lied.

So he thought for a while, half-closed his eyes, and raised his chin at an angle.

This makes him appear arrogant, more imposing and mysterious.

Then, Sid imitated the procrastinating and pedantic tone of the former Holy Son, and said to the transcript officer who came to record the words of God:

Belief------

He pronounced the two words into the length of a hymn, and the elders laughed out of satisfaction.

The transcript officer looked reverent, and recorded the word in the most complicated style on the animal skin scroll sprinkled with holy water.

The work of the Son is really simple.Sid thought so.

At first he was puzzled as to why the God of Light ignored him, but later he didn't care at all.

He even had hope in his heart that perhaps the former Holy Son hid a complete collection of noble and holy words in the corner of the Holy Court for the sake of the latecomers. Once he found it, he would not have to rack his brains every week to think about what flowers to make up to fool him elders.

It would be fine if the temple and humans remained peaceful.

But seven days ago, when his consciousness ascended into the temple, he saw the God of Light lying on the steps covered in blood.

The elderly man has stopped breathing.

Their father is dead.

In the distance, he also saw another person standing in the temple.

The man in the black cloak turned his back to Sid, standing on the steps leading to the main seat, as if he was frivolously and arrogantly looking down on everything in the temple.He is tall and slender, and the death-spirited skull scepter is solemnly suspended at the side of his hand.

Like a demon from hell that devours the light.

As if he heard the movement, the man slowly turned his face away, revealing an eye that was colder than the ice ocean, and the terrifying coercion hit his face. Sid was instantly suffocated, and could only vaguely see it. His stern facial features.

Then, the little saint who was trapped in the thorns seemed to hear the man chuckle like a devil, and walked towards him.

Sid's heart trembled, and he fled back to his body in the holy courtyard before the man's consciousness came over.

The servants around him were still reciting prayers silently with their eyes closed, and no one noticed his abnormality.

Sid put his hands together again, trying hard not to look so scared, pretending to be still talking to the God of Light.

But he didn't dare to enter the temple again and face the uninvited guest.

His hands trembled uncontrollably and became colder and colder.He knew who that man was.

Born from the heart of the ancient witches in the Dark Night Forest, he has life in the womb of the night, and darkness and evil serve as his mother's milk.

The god of darkness and destruction, the object of worship of the terrible necromancer and the dark cultist.God has given him the most dangerous power, even the sun can tear it apart with ease.

dark god.He is the god who will bring the end to mankind.

And Sid has had boundless fear of the dark breath since he was a child.

Fortunately, today, a week later, Sid's consciousness came to the thorn cage of the temple again, and the dark god has disappeared.

Only the dead bodies of old people were left on the ground.

As the bell rang and the morning prayers ended, the runes on the floor of the hall dimmed from the outer circle.Sid opened his eyes, and the maid at Chelter Manor picked him up and put him in the wheelchair.

Slowly, he told the scribe what the gods taught today.The transcript officer respectfully wrote it down and handed it over to the holy servants for mounting.

The Son is still arrogant.He hid it so well that no one noticed that he was emotionally disturbed.

He lowered his eyes, and the maid pushed his wheelchair downstairs.

Under the robe embroidered with gold and silver patterns, Sid held trembling fingers.

He has spent a week in fear.He didn't tell anyone about the killing of the God of Light.

If the Churchmen heard the news of their god's death... no one believed him, and no one could accept the fact.

Sid shook his head, as if he saw his feet turned into a dark ocean, and a bone claw of an undead protruded from it, grabbing his ankle.

He had a cold convulsion, woke up, and pressed his cold fingers on his left chest.

Get out.

He wanted to get out of here, even if it was only temporarily.

Sid tried to calm his clamoring heart.

"Water." He spit out a single syllable lightly, and suppressed the glimmer in his eyes.

The maid was taken aback: "Please wait a moment."

This maid is a newly recruited servant of the Chelter family.She pushed the wheelchair to a safe place, and ran to the believers to ask for the glass flower cup specially used by the Holy Son.

Sid waited for the maid to go away, drew a standard inverted triangle on the palm of his sweaty palm, and meditated in his heart.

[The sage salutes, the form of concentrating. 】

In the radiance of gentle motherhood, the Son turned into a cub of the red panda, dragging its hairy tail, and jumped out from the window sill covered with golden sunshine.The wheelchair made by the alchemist transformed into a three-crying nighthawk and flew into the blue sky.

During this time period, the knights stationed in the holy courtyard will patrol to the opposite side of this window.

During the duration of the Transformation Curse, Sid can use his legs freely.The consciousness connection of the morning prayer has consumed most of the mana, leaving him with little time.

There is a circle of oak trees planted outside the church.The little panda walked through the bushes and came to the wall.

The two-meter-high fence is a bit high for a little guy under fifty inches.

The glowing magical elements lingered around the bear, as if they were shouting for him——

Go!Bear!

The little panda jumped up and hugged the iron fence on the wall, feeling a sense of falling backwards.It picked up its two hind legs, turned over by inertia, and successfully fell outside the wall.

face down.It hurts a little.But no problem.

The panda rolled, got up, and ran to the back street of the church like a ball of fur.

Saar Cathedral is located in the center of the city, and the streets are full of traffic. Many children found the red bear ball in the middle of the road and raised their hands to cheer.

The emperor is the capital of magic, and there are magic apprentices who have just finished school on the road.Steamy fireballs and water arrows flew towards him.

The red panda is short-sighted, and his eyes are blurry, so he can only avoid the spell by relying on the fluctuation of the elements in the air, and ran through more than a dozen streets in one breath, and came to the quiet suburb of the city.

The bear sits in a tree with its paws clinging to a branch, its broom-like tail dangling from the leaves.

He raised his head and looked towards the sky, his round golden eyes were filled with floating clouds, and his chest heaved slightly.

Sid grew up imprisoned in Chelt's mansion and abbey since he was a child, and this was the first time he breathed the air outside the city.

A little fresher than in the city, with a pleasant sense of freedom.

He let the fresh air fill his lungs, and he was so comfortable that he almost collapsed into a ball.

Take a breath.

take another breath...

This feeling didn't last for half a minute, a loud noise tore through the sky and exploded in his ears.

It was like the deafening salute of a duke's birthday, but what Sid heard now was even more piercing, very close to him.

Branches snapped suddenly.The red panda's heartbeat faltered, it swung its tail and jumped up, leaping away from the dangerous broken branch.

Be a hunter!

The natural enemy of beasts.

Sid looked up and looked around, but couldn't see anyone.But he knew that there was an experienced hunter prowling around.

He didn't hear any footsteps, and he didn't know where the ghostly danger would appear.

In order to meet the privileges that the princes and nobles want to exercise occasionally, there is no hunting reserve on the outskirts of the imperial capital.

Just as Sid was in a trance, he heard another gunshot.

The bullet almost flew past his ear.

Sid keenly felt that the hunter missed the shot on purpose.

Whether it was playing with prey or for other reasons, Sid didn't have time to think about it.

The red panda jumped over a dozen branches, and suddenly felt his body sink, and a gentle light enveloped him.

The Transfiguration spell has failed.

He fell off the branch, curling up as hard as he could so he wouldn't hurt himself when he fell into the bushes.

But it still hurts.

Falling from a height, the bones of his body seemed to fall apart, and the protective magic patterns on the robe lit up one by one.

Branches and leaves cover the top of the head.He was lying in the bushes, his face was pale, he held his breath, he didn't dare to blink his eyes, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Can't get out.And must not be discovered by anyone.

If the indifferent and arrogant Sid Chelte in the Holy Court was found lying disheveled in the grass, he would become the most embarrassing Son of Light in history.

Unfortunately, the hunter seemed to sense his presence.

From under the leaves of the bushes, he saw a pair of slender high-top boots approaching him calmly and step by step.

It is a popular style for the nobles in the imperial capital in recent months. It is fashionable and comfortable for hunting.

Sid could almost feel the man's breathing and his chilling gaze.

The scent of the hunter made him feel eerily familiar, and the joy of escaping from hell and regaining a new life disappeared in an instant.

The Holy Son subconsciously wanted to seek something to bless him, but suddenly thought shudderingly——

Prouvelle, the god of light, has died at the hand of darkness.