"Those reckless men are so rude and uneducated!"
Bishop Aiden's voice echoed in the forest, accompanied by the rustling sound of leaves, and it was particularly harsh.
"Your IQ isn't that great!"
A priest, Baker echoed, with a hint of contempt in his tone.
"They actually said that the Holy Spirit Bell is useless against the evil goblins, and they were stupid enough to let it be taken away? This is simply an insult to our church!"
In the forest, a group of men in religious robes were moving quickly among the dense trees.
Their faces were full of anger and dissatisfaction, and they were obviously extremely indignant at the behavior of some people.
"I think it's those reckless men who want to covet the rare items of our church!"
Aiden said through gritted teeth.
"Over the years, those people in the empire have become more and more arrogant and don't take our church seriously at all!"
"that is!"
The believers behind him echoed indignantly.
“The money that was supposed to be donated to our church is now decreasing.”
"They don't even think about it. If it weren't for the gods' blessing, if it weren't for our church communicating with the gods, how could their empires be so prosperous!"
Hearing this, Baker couldn't help but clench his fists, an angry look on his face.
He suddenly thought of something and muttered quietly:
"If Saint Qinglie were still here, how could they dare to be so arrogant..."
"shut up!"
Aiden interrupted Baker sharply, his face suddenly becoming gloomy.
"How many times have I told you not to mention that traitor again! She is a disgrace to our church!"
Baker frowned in displeasure, but he didn't continue to refute.
In his heart, he really couldn't believe that the cold, aloof, and kind-hearted saint would betray the church and its believers.
He still clearly remembered that day when the saint stood on the dry land with her hands folded and prayed to the sky.
Her figure appeared particularly tall and holy in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if even the heaven and earth were moved.
And this prayer lasts for seven days and seven nights.
Even a saint cannot stand going without food or water for a long time.
The end result was that she felt heavenly.
Sweet rain fell from the sky.
He remembered that he asked such a question when he didn't understand it at that time.
"Why do we need to pray to the heavens or gods for something that can be approached by magic or divine arts?"
He remembered that at that time, the smile on her dry face was very beautiful and her voice was very pleasant.
"Magic is not omnipotent, and divine arts are not omnipotent either."
"Everything in this world has its own destiny"
He remembered that at that time he just nodded ignorantly, his eyes attracted by the slender figure that seemed like it would fall down if the wind blew.
From that moment on, he decided in his heart to join the Church.
Decided to learn from Saint Qinglie and help others.
Just to be closer to the light in his heart.
Even a little bit.
but.
When he joined the church, he heard bad news.
Saint Qinglie betrayed the church, disobeyed God, and abandoned her believers.
Then, under the insults of the crowd and the burning flames, he was tied to the cross.
Burned to death.
He didn't believe it and didn't understand.
He felt in his heart that the saint was wronged.
She would never do anything like betraying the church, disobeying God, or abandoning believers.
She is so kind.
But so what?
How could the church go wrong?
How could the Pope, who is the spokesperson for God, allow someone to frame the Saint?
Moreover.
He was just a new member of the church.
There was nothing that could be done. The church even banned all discussions about the Saint Qinglie.
And there was nothing he could do.
He could only follow the example of the saint and slowly move forward along that path.
Memorize the scriptures, learn divine arts, and eventually become a priest, one step away from becoming a bishop.
Until now.
Only then did he understand what the saint said that day.
"Magic is not omnipotent, and divine arts are not omnipotent either."
If this land casts a spell to make it rain, then the land not far away will no longer rain and will become dry.
"Everything in this world has its own destiny"
"Hey"
Aiden patted Baker on the shoulder and comforted him:
“Don’t think too much”
This is how his disciple is. If this kid hadn't been obsessed with the pure saint, he wouldn't have become a priest until now.
"alert!"
Aiden's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He suddenly sensed an unusual aura, so he shouted to everyone without hesitation.
In an instant, powerful magical power emanated from the believers.
They were mumbling something so fast that it was almost inaudible.
But every word is full of power.
As they chanted, complex magic circles appeared in the air, flashing with mysterious light.
"Who's sneaking around there?"
Aiden raised the staff in his hand, and a more powerful magic burst out from the tip of the staff, forming a huge magic circle, which was aimed at the bushes not far away. He shouted loudly:
"come out!"
The moment the words fell, a dazzling white lightning rushed out from the magic circle, carrying the power to destroy the world, and fiercely struck the grass.
However, the explosion that everyone expected did not happen, and instead there was an eerie silence.
Just as the white lightning was about to touch the grass, a magic circle as black as ink suddenly appeared in the air.
The magic circle exuded a chilling chill, as if even the air was frozen.
The white lightning fell on the dark magic circle like a drop of water falling into the boundless ocean, disappearing without a trace in an instant, without even causing a ripple.
"This is……"
Aiden's pupils shrank suddenly, and he recognized the origin of the dark magic circle.
"Dark magic ritual!"
Black magic is a kind of evil magic that is cultivated with negative emotions, life, blood and flesh as nutrients.
Because its methods are cruel and ruthless and go against the laws of nature, they are forbidden to be studied and used by all ethnic groups.
In fact, once someone is found learning black magic techniques, they will be hunted down immediately.
There is no doubt that anyone who learns this kind of magic is the public enemy of all races!
However, it is undeniable that the power of black magic is indeed outrageously strong.
Aiden instantly felt like he was facing a formidable enemy, and the magic power in his body surged as if it was about to break through the sky.
His spiritual realm also expanded instantly at this moment, enveloping everything around him.
Basic magic and divine arts appeared out of thin air without any chanting, corresponding to their respective magic circles, emitting brilliant light.
The sheer number of them left the believers behind him dumbfounded and astonished.
At the same time, I realized how powerful the enemy is.
Surprisingly, it can make Lord Aiden so cautious.
Baker was also busy while Aiden was constructing his attack magic.
He has constructed countless defensive magics.
Magic shields appeared around them, surrounding them and protecting everyone in the church.
Aiden was very pleased to see this, and just when he was about to release a magic attack.
The figure that walked out from the bushes made him pause, and then he was shocked!
I saw a plump woman slowly walking out of the bushes.
The woman's face was covered with hideous scars, which was extremely scary.
However, if you look closely, you can still glimpse a hint of her once beautiful face through the twisted scar.
"Saint, Saint Lady?" (End of this chapter)