After the holy sword is broken

"So, you choose?"

"Humanity."

The chief priest picked up his dusty magic scepter again.

"Now that you have made your choice, let's do it well tonight. You should be able to feel that after the devil's bloodline breaks through the seal, it erodes your flesh and soul at a very fast speed. It is driving you to the Dragging in the abyss. Can't delay.

"Although after losing the holy sword, a single ritual cannot remove the demon blood from your body, but the most basic seal can still be done."

"But today is a moonless night." Argel hesitated.

A moonless night is a special time when the power of the occult recedes, the power of evil grows, and the operation of most occult powers is suppressed.

"It doesn't matter, the external environment has little influence on divine arts."

The chief priest said calmly.

Divine art is the power that belongs to the gods.Priests and clerics pray to the gods they believe in in exchange for the ability to use divine spells to accomplish their wishes.Therefore, the requirements of divine arts on the external environment are not as strict as those of arcane arts.

"Kneel down, child, to welcome the God of goodness and light."

God drop technique.A divine art that summons the true god to cast down a projection.

The religious order is going to use this theoretically supreme divine technique to suppress the blood of the devil for Alger, and completely seal the half that belongs to the abyss.

Performed by the chief priest himself.

A long prayer, read from the darkest hour of the night until the dawn breaks.

The divine power is constantly gathering and strengthening.

The instinct brought by the devil's blood made Alger's whole body tense, and he was restraining his urge to escape and fight back.

A faint golden mist filled the air.There is a faint singing of the Holy Spirit in my ears.

All things, rejoicing in silence, await the coming of the Creator.

Slowly spit out the last prayer.

However, nothing happened.

After the prayer ended, even the majestic divine power that descended earlier began to slowly dissipate.

As if everything was just a prayer.

It was as if no one prayed to God.

The scene was silent for a long time, and Alger suddenly gave a wry smile.

"Even the gods are unwilling to redeem me?"

"No," the chief priest regained his senses from the accident, and coughed, "It might just be because of the interference from the moonless night, don't think about it."

...But you yourself said just now that the external environment has little influence on divine arts.

Facing this unexpected situation, the head priest who is the leader of the sect was very calm, and he pondered for a while:

"It doesn't matter. I originally expected to ask the holy god projection to preside over the ceremony of suppressing the blood. The divine descent technique is only a part of the whole ceremony. If it is discarded, it is not impossible. Compared with the impact of losing the holy sword on the ceremony... Fei Li elegant."

Mage Fei Liya came out and nodded: "Your Majesty."

"The ceremony plan, please revise it again."

Fei Liya lowered her eyes, pondered for a while, and then returned: "You can use potions to replace the elements of holy power. Give me at least two days."

Modifying the key elements of a large-scale magic ceremony is a very time-consuming and energy-consuming matter. Even Fei Liya has to deliberate for a long time.

Two days is already the limit.

The chief priest nodded: "Yes. We can prepare the medicines that will be used."

"Golden Holy Water, Pure White Rhythm..." Fei Liya slowly said the names of a series of potions, and finally said with some embarrassment, "I try to use the potions that are easy to get, but the last one can't be replaced anyway."

Felia said on the one hand, and Burgess was also taking stock of his collection on the other side. Fortunately, they all had them.

So he asked, "What's the last one?"

"Drop of Light."

Burgess frowned.

It was really difficult for him.Originally there was a bottle, but it was used in the pato stone needed to cast the holy sword.

The refining requirements of the Drop of Light are extremely strict, and the raw materials are rare, so even he cannot obtain it easily, otherwise he would not have made a special trip for the magic on the Pato Stone.

Dana suddenly said: "I remember that there is a copy in the storage room of the mage tower, you can go back and confirm, if it is correct, just bring it here."

It was left by his teacher, and he kept it in the mage's tower and never touched it.

The head priest nodded: "Let's settle this first."

"It's dawn, everyone." Fei Liya looked towards the sky, "If the gate of the poem of truth is not opened after the townspeople wake up, it will easily cause panic."

The gates of the poetry of truth are never closed.

This has almost become a theorem.Even if the gates of hell were in turmoil and asked for emergency assistance on the day, it was only half closed.

If the townspeople find that the gate of the Poetry of Truth is closed without warning, it is likely to generate countless negative rumors and even cause panic on a small scale.

"Go back to me."

Maureen didn't know where to come from.

Mother?

Alger opened his eyes in disbelief, then slowly lowered his head, bending his back uncomfortably, as if he wanted to hide himself.

"Aren't you willing?" Maureen had already come to him.

"No." He didn't look up, and the bat wings on his back were gathered to the extreme, "Why are you here?"

"My son has such a big accident, how can I not be here?" Maureen knelt down in front of him.

Alger didn't speak, nor did he look up.

"what happened?"

"I don't understand something." Alger's voice was a little trembling, "Is it because of this that you have always disliked me?"

Alger felt the adoptive mother in front of him pause, and he closed his eyes, not daring to glance over from the corner of his eye.

His adoptive mother didn't like him.

He has known this since he was a child.

So the adoptive mother would not discipline him much, would not comment on the blood stains on his clothes, would not order her beasts not to approach him, and would not hold back when Fero took him away.

It would send him shopping in a town that was so hostile to him, and he would sleep alone in a dark cubicle as a young boy and not speak to him for months at a time.

His adoptive mother didn't like him.

But Ferreau said he was grateful for being able to raise him who had nothing to do with him.Maybe the adoptive mother just doesn't know how to care for a child. He can try to show respect and love to the adoptive mother first.

Under the mediation of Fei Luo, the relationship between him and his adoptive mother gradually eased.

Like a pair of normal-looking mother and son.

But he still knew that his adoptive mother didn't like him.

So he seldom bothered her, and even wanted to please her, and would dislike himself who was hated.

Because he is unclean.

Today I found out the real reason.

Maybe you won't be able to win the favor of your adoptive mother again, so don't annoy her anymore.

"No." The adoptive mother answered him like this, her voice trembling more than his, with choked sobs and deep guilt, "It's not your fault, it's my needless anger.

"I don't dislike you, it's not you that I hate. Sorry, I'm not a qualified mother."

Maureen's hand caressed over his head and gently pressed against his face.

This is a rare physical contact, and it is avoided as much as possible in normal times.Even if there is a touch, it is through the clothes.

"You didn't make any mistakes. If you are still willing to forgive me, can you accompany me home?"

Argel raised his head slightly, looking at her chin cautiously, not daring to go any further.

"is it okay?"

Since he left the hut with Philo, he never lived with his adoptive mother again, and even if he visited her, he came and went every day.

"Don't resist."

Maureen put her hand on top of his head, and the power bestowed by Mother Nature poured down.This is a spell unique to druids, which can transform an individual into an animal form.

It was already dawn, and there was a long way to go back from the church to the woods outside the city, so the commoners could not see the demons haunting here.

Guanghua subsided, and a black cat sat quietly on the ground.

It's no different from an ordinary black cat, except for those eyes, which are strangely red.

Maureen picked up the black cat, stood up slowly, and said to the chief priest, "I took Alger away. Whenever you need him back, you can come to me at any time."

The chief priest didn't raise any objection, but just nodded slightly.

Maureen was about to leave with the black cat in her arms, but there was a person in front of her.

"Ms. Maureen, may I come with you?" Burgess asked her.

The tips of the black cat's ears moved, closed its eyes, and buried its head in Maureen's arms.

The druid stroked the black cat's head: "Sorry, the cabin in the forest can't accommodate so many people."

Burgess wanted to say something, but was held back by Dana.

The mage said, "Goodbye, Madam Maureen."

Looking at the back of Maureen leaving, Burgess asked Dana: "Why stop me?"

The mage straightened his cuffs and said slowly, "Who made you a man?"

"What do you mean?" Burgess was a little sensitive on this topic, "She doesn't want her adopted son to be with a man?"

"No. You think too much, she just rejects men."

Maureen walked the streets of Docktown.

It was still very early, the sky was slightly bright, and the sun had not yet fallen.

There are scattered residents in the town who have started activities.

Some elderly people saw her and whispered together.

"Is this the..."

"Ah, yes, it's that woman."

"She still has the face to come here?"

Some younger townspeople came over and asked them about the mysterious things they were talking about.

"...It is said that there was no resistance when I got out with him, and I killed him immediately after the matter was over. It was forced to kill him in the trial court. Who knows if the money was not negotiated."

The older townspeople spoke lightly.

Someone pulled him: "Hush—don't talk about it, she is a distinguished priest now."

"Oh, this kind of woman can still serve the gods? The priests are so kind."

The black cat's ears moved, slowly raised its head, opened its blood-red eyes, and looked at the people who gathered to criticize Maureen.

"Oh, look at that cat!"

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it. When she was an ordinary person, she could kill an adulterer. Isn't it too easy to do something to you now?"

"When you say that, I really feel a little uncomfortable. Go back and check with the priests?"

The townspeople laughed.

They knew very well that Maureen wouldn't really do it, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to bear it as early as ten or twenty years ago.

What's more, how can a priest casually attack ordinary people?

The black cat narrowed its eyes, the color of blood jade was extremely bright, as if it was about to drip blood.

One hand rubbed its cat's head and pressed it back into its arms.

"If you don't control your power well, I won't be able to maintain your animal form. Demons can't appear in Dock Town, right?"

The black cat's head was held down by the druid, and its paws were wrapped in his arms, unable to express his opinion, so he had to move his ears again in the end to show a compromise.

The author has something to say: this is the first time the chief priest has written the whole text, and nothing happened...that's just two words. ╮(╯_╰)╭

To be reasonable, Alger is a believer in the God of Order and Law, and [Smear] of [DATA EXPUNGED], why should he seek the Lord of Light and Perfection when something goes wrong?

Chief Priest: (Great Injustice) I am the priest of the Lord of Light. Is there any problem with my Lord God?