Tyrant Code

After putting people in the prison of the Knights Templar, Goldo decided to ask some more details about Shennaism.

Someone has to be there.

So, one day, after completing her teaching task, Atricia was invited by Goldo to the dungeon of the Knights Templar with an air of displeasure all over her body.

"You look unhappy?" Gordon asked him.

Yatrixia glanced at him: "Because I found that there are a lot of idiots in the seminary. I already felt the widespread IQ gap when I was studying there, but I didn't expect that the seminary was not as good as the One session."

Goldo: "..." This is really kind, and their high school class teacher often said that.

"Teacher, don't be too harsh on them. They are still young." Most of the seminary students are only around 20 years old even if they graduate normally.

After hearing this, Atricia was not comforted.He looked indifferent: "The students I teach today are a few years older than you."

Goldo: "..."

Atrium: "I know, I shouldn't ask them according to your standards. But in fact, I wouldn't do it. Seriously, if I knew that one day I would become a mentor in the seminary, I shouldn't." Listen to your father and accept you as a student."

... It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Gordon smiled slightly: "I can understand that... are you praising me?"

Yatricia glanced at the smile on his face, turned her head and snorted lightly, but did not deny it.

When they walked through the long passage of the cell and came to the front of a certain dark cell, Goldo said, "Here we are."

Atrium took a look into the prison, and found that the pagan in the prison was ragged, with disheveled hair and beard, no different from a savage.

Yatrixia frowned: "Can't you put pants on him?"

Goldo: "..." He forgot about it.

After asking the guarding knights to help put clean trousers on the heretic, Gordo brought two stools over, and sat at the other end of the cell door with Atrium, and interrogated the heretic by the bright light of the fire. special prisoner.

"Trouble you to go out first." Gordon ordered a few words, and the guard knight seemed to have expected it, and then left the cell as he said after saluting respectfully.

"Hey, wake up." Gordon called out.

The pagan's shoulders shrugged slightly, and his haggard, black face lifted.

Naturally, there is no torture in the Knights Templar, and Goldo has treated him for his injuries, but the fact of being imprisoned still caused serious psychological pressure on this heretic. He looks like It is a candle that is about to burn out, with only one breath left, as if it will rise to heaven at any time.

"What else do you want to do?" The pagan's hoarse voice even carried a bit of indifference, "What value do I have, worth your time wasting with me?"

"Just a few questions I want to ask you," Goldo said.

The heathen smiled: "No matter what you ask, I will not answer—"

"Since our race set foot on this continent, we know that our souls will one day be buried in endless darkness."

Goldo: "Okay, Shenna Cult really believes in the idealist theory of the soul. This is exactly the same as what is recorded in the classics."

Heretic: "I'm not sure whether God will finally settle fate according to good and evil, but I have learned that curses day and night cannot bring retribution to my enemies—"

Goldo: "The cultural education of the Shenna Sect is really good... Seeing that you speak in one way, it is much better than those students in our seminary who can't hold a hymn for a long time. By the way, I can answer your question Confused, why your curse has never worked—because after all, what you want to kill is the pope, the current master of light magic. Behind him is a whole regiment of light bishops, who gather in the pope's hall every two days to give him Pray for blessing and purification... so it is almost impossible to kill him with a curse."

pagan:"……"

The heathen said angrily: "Kill me! No matter how much you laugh at me, I will never betray my compatriots!"

Gordon was a little surprised: "So you still have companions? Then why didn't they come to rescue you?"

pagan:"……"

The hearts of the heathen are broken.Within minutes, Goldo had his mental defenses collapsed again.

Compared with Goldo's rambling interrogation style, Atricia was more straightforward: "Stop talking nonsense, and spit out all the information about those skulls to me."

The pagan froze for a moment, and suddenly stared at them with unprecedented vigilance, and the dark eyes flickered with fire.If it weren't for the fact that there was a fence between the prison and the prison, Gordo even suspected that the heretic would use a knife to slit the throats of him and Atricia.

"...It turns out that you are also here for the skull." The heretic buried half of his face in the shadow, "Did the Pope send you here? No, if that's the case, I can't leave the Inquisition at all... So, Although you are enemies of the Pope, you also covet the power of the skull?"

Goldo: "..."

Coveting what coveting, now the two skulls are staying in his and Atrium's bodies, and they have become a complete hot potato.Forget about Julian, a Buddhist dead soul who only likes to farm, but Claudius, a great emperor who can make troubles when he is alive and refuses to rest in peace after death, is really hard to resist.

Although—the skull can indeed greatly enhance the magic power, and it also comes with a lot of magic knowledge, but whoever likes this kind of stuff should be fine.

After hearing the pagan's words, Atricia really gave a sinister smile, and looked up into the other's eyes: "Coveting?... I know, that old bastard killed many of your congregants. Stolen skull. But unfortunately, not only the one that was taken from you, but he has other skulls in his possession."

The muscles in the heathen's face trembled.

They set foot on the Western Continent to collect the lost treasures of the Shenna Sect.The Pope had two skulls in his hands. This is of course bad news, but what needs to be considered is that the Western Continent is so vast that the followers of the Shenna Cult have spent a hundred years without finding any traces of other skulls——

As long as the pope is defeated, two skulls can be recovered.

This is really exciting news.

Atrichia: "He originally wanted to put those skulls on himself...but after all, he was old and didn't quite fit the taste of skulls. So no matter what he did, he couldn't fuse with the skulls."

When the word "taste" was mentioned, Goldo touched his forehead helplessly.He heard Atricia go on:

"So, the pope came up with a way to squeeze the power of the skull in reverse, and use the magic power of the skull to achieve immortality in spirit and flesh—unfortunately, it failed again. In the end, he found a lot of 'materials' to experiment, and hoped that the skull Store the uniqueness of the soul, so as to achieve eternal life. But some accidents occurred in his experiment. A certain skull, when the experiment was out of control, fused with someone. Although it brought some side effects, the skull is indeed fused with the human body Combines."

Atricia calmly described the history of the pope's skull research with ups and downs, but the most surprising thing was that he actually knew such details.

"... Guess where is that skull now?"

These words were like a thunderbolt, lighting up the fire in the heathen's eyes.He looked at Atricia in front of him in disbelief, from his long golden hair to those cold emerald eyes——

"...What are you looking at?" Goldo said skeptically.The heretic's eyes made him uncomfortable.

As if waking up from a dream, the pagan quickly scrambled up the fence, his eyes burning like torches: "It...is on you?!"

Knowing that Atricia was the one "chosen" by the skull, the pagan's attitude turned [-] degrees, and even his speech became respectful.

"...It's on me." Atricia subconsciously leaned back, distanced herself from the pagan in front of her.

The affirmed pagan fell into a daze for a moment, then he licked his chapped lips, and looked at Attricia expectantly with a humble attitude of admiring miracles: "Then, the soul in that skull..."

"What is sleeping in the skull is no longer the soul of an ancient sage." Atrixia said blankly, "My condolences."

The heathen lost for a moment.

Although...the skull has been taken away for so many years, it is expected that the soul residing in the skull will be "renewed" during the long years.

But the souls of the sages who symbolize the top secrets of the Shenna Cult really no longer exist... This is indeed a cruel blow to the Shenna Cultists.

The Shenna believer quickly settled his mood, raised his head and asked, "Then, do you know what kind of person is living in the skull now?"

The skull has the will to choose an heir, and this will not change from beginning to end.Can be chosen by the souls of ancient sages, and the one whose skull is sleeping now must not be an ordinary person!

Atricia sneered when she heard the words: "You said now?"

"The sleeping souls inside... are very special. One is only thinking about love, and the other is obsessed with fishing and growing vegetables all day long." Yatricia said with a smile.

pagan:"……"

The heathen's teeth chattered slightly.

He seemed to hear the sound of his dream being shattered.

Gordon could understand his feelings.This feeling is like my own cabbage took the initiative to arch the wild boar.And Atricia, who inherited the skull, seemed to be a hybrid offspring of cabbage and wild boar.

It’s also like the owner who painstakingly cultivated a purebred cat. He wanted to find a matching partner for his baby, but found that his purebred cat had slipped out and bred with a small wild cat outside—when he found out, The offspring of purebred cats and wild cats gave birth to offspring, which seems to have achieved the achievement of three generations living under one roof.

Goldo: "..."

It doesn't have to be.

The Emperor of Radiance and the Master of Black Magic...doesn't count as climbing the skull of the Shenna Sect, does it?