Cannon fodder, please open your eyes [Quick Transmigration]

In the eyes of Raider Evans, Priest Il, who almost took away the protagonist's position as the Holy Son, should have no impression of himself.

After all, he has a system to cover up when he borrows the blood of the dark god to frame the other party. Even if something happens one day, the priest of Ill will not suspect him.

There was an intersection about the selection of the Holy Son, and Evans was used to seeing the same friendly smiles from the black-haired priests to everyone, so he didn't find it strange at this time.

He bowed down and gave the other party a simple knight salute, and he politely replied: "Long time no see, Priest Il, Your Highness Samuel asked me to say hello to you."

——In the Oga Continent, where the power of theocracy is far higher than that of the king, the priest who is elected as the Holy Son is indeed qualified to be honored as His Highness just like the prince and princess.

The visitor was not kind, and the expression of the black-haired priest, who had just lost the position of Holy Son a while ago, just nodded his head, as if he didn't understand this cryptic warning at all.

Slightly sharp words failed to achieve the desired effect, Evans changed his mind and pretended to be sincere: "The believers in the church have been waiting for a long time, aren't you going to go out and have a look?"

"I heard that there are many monsters that suddenly appeared near the capital recently. Many people are terrified and often come to the church to pray."

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the priest standing behind the curtain turned around completely.

"A monster that suddenly appeared?" Thinking of his experience in Yorktown, the black-haired priest frowned slightly, "Are you sure?"

"Of course." Knowing that the drop of blood is still in the priest's body through the system, Evans tested the other party calmly, "I heard that there are also traitors possessed by monsters among the priests, and His Holiness the Pope is preparing a corresponding law." Formation, to purify the entire capital."

Purification by the Pope himself...

Almost as soon as the knight beside him finished speaking, the black-haired priest's face turned pale for a while.

The god hiding in the void frowned, and couldn't understand after thinking about it, how could the other party think that his brand could not be hidden from a so-called pope.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the slightly clenched fist of the black-haired priest hanging by his side, and Evans, who thought he had the answer, felt relieved and made sure that the plot was not out of control——

No matter what method this Asian priest named Shen Pei used to delay the disappearance of the imprint of the wings, as long as the blood of the dark god is still in the opponent's body, the protagonist's position as the holy son will not be threatened.

If you can find a scene where all the cardinals are in full view, causing Shen Pei to riot and turn into a monster, then even the archbishop behind the other party may be implicated and pulled down.

From this point of view, it may be a good thing for Shen Pei to return to the capital.

Evil thoughts grew, and he clearly saw the strong, almost substantive malice exuding from the light knight in front of him. The god, who was disgusted by this, gave a false finger and planted a little original sin in the shadow at the opponent's feet.

Arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, gluttony, lust|lust... Unlike the bad luck that hovers over the nobles like crows and takes effect very quickly, this original sin seems to be unable to cause any substantial damage, but it can amplify those The bad roots that were originally bound by reason lead people to the end of the world.

Evans, who is full of self-confidence, has not noticed anything unusual. Relying on the protection of the system, he has never paid attention to the aborigines of this world.

Including the so-called gods.

However, what Evans didn't know was that the black shadow guarding the priest like a dragon at this moment was not just a simple god in the small world.

Even the strategy system under the command of the main god didn't dare to remind the host or call him by name directly. It was afraid that it would be discovered by the other party, so it could only keep silent abnormally.

The confrontation between the gods and the knights all took place in the dark, and the priest who was in a trance seemed not to notice anything unusual. It took a while before he remembered to answer: "... I didn't expect the monsters outside the capital to disturb the Pope's crown. As a priest, I will do my part."

"Knight Evans, thanks for telling me this."

The aristocratic men and women staying in the church gradually lost their patience with the passage of time. The black-haired priest saw the nuns and low-level knights who had been made things difficult through the cracks in the corners of the curtain, and finally thanked them and hurried out.

As if someone pressed the silencer or the pause button, when the black-haired priest lifted the curtain, all the laughter and conversations fell silent.

The light golden headband tied his distinctive blue silk behind his head, and the young priest was wearing a complicated and elegant white robe, which was tightly buttoned to the top, not exposing even a single bit of excess skin.

But such rigid and abstinent attire obviously did not dispel the "interest" of those noble men and women. The pure flower of Gaoling has always been the most attractive. It is precisely because the other party is innocent and ignorant that they have been wrapping themselves in the shell, they can't help but fantasize , how tender the skin and flesh hidden under the priest's robe, how slender the waist is...

Also, if all this white robe was taken off, how much the priest would cry.

The priest who has never possessed the ability to see through the hearts of the gods at a glance, just instinctively feels disgusted and avoids those gazes by bowing his head and reciting praises.

But at this time, how many nobles in the church really want to bathe in God's grace?

After finally waiting for the black-haired priest to finish reading a long and boring tribute, they couldn't wait to rush forward, vying to invite each other to their mansion for a dinner party.

As they got closer, the aristocrats who had indulged in pleasure all the year round realized that the black-haired priest's lips stretched into a straight line were abnormally stained a bit red, and his whole body also exuded a strange charm.

Before those greedy eyes could look any further, the middle-aged noble standing in front of the crowd, who was the first to touch the priest, fell to the ground, clutching his arms and howling.

"It hurts! Help me!"

Accompanied by the strange smell of burnt clothes, the middle-aged nobleman almost touched the priest's hand, and immediately there was a large burn mark.

Several younger wives and ladies were terrified by this tragic scene, and the nobles who had vaguely guessed something looked at each other and scattered away from the priest.

Glancing reverently at the tall statue standing beside him, the black-haired priest silently crossed himself on his chest, his expression obviously relaxed.

The dark god who personally protected the little priest but was "robbed" by his rival: ...

"Priest Il," Xu said that the scorched palms of the middle-aged nobleman were too terrifying, and finally a young lady who couldn't stand it said, "Although I don't know why such a strange thing happened...but he looks very painful, Please save him."

do not know?

The good one doesn't know.

Although he hated the hypocrisy of these nobles who were full of lies, the "kind-hearted" black-haired priest raised his hand and performed a high-level healing technique for the other party.

Unexpectedly, when those warm and bright light spots touched the other party's scorched wound, the middle-aged nobleman who was so painful and sweating, not only did not get better, but even let out a strange cry with a distorted expression.

0049 who can't bear to look straight: ...

Using light elements to heal the wounds left by the dark god, this guy is a fortune teller if he doesn't directly suffer from pain.

It can be seen from this that the host of his family is indeed a white cut black who is smiling and taking revenge.

"This is God's punishment." After thinking for a while, he guessed that some black cat was poking and prodding. Reflect on what you did wrong."

It was probably because the expression of the black-haired priest was too solemn and determined at this time, and several nobles who had had dirty thoughts about young people stepped back calmly.

The loud farce in the church attracted patrolling knights, and some stubborn nobles thought they were ashamed and retorted, "What kind of divine punishment, a priest who was expelled as a demon is qualified to say such words?"

Looking up at the black-haired priest's calm eyes without any anger, he stuttered a little, and then continued: "It's ridiculous."

"How dare you say such a thing?" The highly respected Priest Il in the Royal Capital Church was ridiculed by the nobles. A knight blushed and scolded, "Insulting the messenger of God, you will go to hell!"

——"Why are all the messy things sent to hell? The God of Darkness doesn't want such fools."

Not intending to let his arch-rival pretend to be his credit, the black shadow in the void gave a low laugh, and gently hugged the little priest's shoulder.

The same burn marks as before also appeared on the nobleman who spoke rudely just now, bathed in the surprised and awe-inspiring eyes of the nun and the knight, the black-haired priest only felt that his hands and feet were cold, his back was tense, and there was no more pain from just now. Joy and ease.

It is not a divine punishment from the Lord.

It was the devil teasing him.

In front of the statue of the Lord's love and mercy, in the King's Capital Church, which countless believers yearned for, he, who was branded with light, was blatantly embraced by a monster.

The breath passing over the side of the neck made the body, which remembered the taste of joy, tremble unconsciously. The priest who had tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time wanted to slap away the big hand that was making trouble around his waist, but he didn't dare to struggle at all.

Because everyone is looking at him.

"I'm tired." Anxious to end this absurd farce, the black-haired priest lowered his eyes and prayed stiffly, "May... may the Lord forgive your sins."

no change.

The two nobles who had been "divinely punished" still held their wounds, the pain was extreme but they were still awake.

The twilight was falling, and the church, which had lost the blessing of the gods, was surrounded by thick shadows. The invisible "monster" bent down and approached the little priest, biting the tip of the other's ear like punishment: "Wrong."

"It's me you should be asking for."

Even the omnipotent "lord" in your heart cannot bring about the so-called salvation.

He was clearly in the legendary church that was closest to the gods, but the Lord was so indifferent and wanted him to be blasphemed by monsters. He pressed his lower lip tightly. For the first time, the belief in the black-haired priest's heart was obviously shaken.

Without excuses for the two nobles who deserved their crimes, he put away his staff, turned and left the church.

The tip of his tongue licked his lips, and in the dimension that no one could see, the god who embraced the empty smile made a big smile——

As expected, he tasted anger.

wrath against the Lord.

The author has something to say: A certain god: Be angry, be angry, and quickly switch to my arms.

Pei Pei: I'm so desperate. (installed)

0049: Tsk tsk, there are so many people, I don’t see it.

Comparing hearts every day, Chirp.