13 Mink Street

"Okay, my lord, I will follow your arrangement."

"Well, why is Vic on your team?"

Karen knew that Rathma was delaying the other side's affairs, deliberately looking for some topics to talk about.

Before that, he probably wanted to see himself with a bruised nose and a swollen face, preferably not getting out of bed for a while, obviously with a purpose of revenge.

But because he moved Vic out, he began to worry that he would retaliate against his students by doubling what happened today.

From here at least it can be seen that Rathma still cares about his student.

It's just that Vic is indeed very pitiful. He really belongs to the defeated camp on the eve of victory.

"My lord, I feel that you should know something about me."

"I can read newspapers." Rathma explained, "But all I know about the outside world is limited to reading newspapers. I can't take the initiative to contact the outside world to get the information I want. It's not all because of your grandpa, but I also need an environment that is absolutely quiet and undisturbed."

After a pause, Rathma continued: "Sometimes, like this..."

Rathma spread his palms open, and a black beam of light flew from his palm to Karen, wrapping around Karen's wrist: "Any established relationship is mutual, and this relationship is not limited to what is visible to the naked eye or consciousness. It can be seen that the acquisition of information is actually the same. What I want to know here will definitely be sensed by interested people outside.

Hehe, do you understand what I said? "

"Similar to the perception of faith, but far from the height of faith?"

Rasma frowned. Originally, he wanted to use an ambiguous high-end speech technique to prevaricate Karen, and by the way delay the time. As a result, the kid in front of him could really understand some of his own words.

This is definitely not what he should be able to perceive at this level of realm...

At this time, looking at the young man in front of him again, Rathma began to overlap the image of him and another person when he was young, inexplicably.

This is, his grandson.

Rathma has contacted other people in the Inmeles family, and he can feel that although these people are named Inmeles, they no longer have the soil of the power of faith. They are ordinary people, and they can only be ordinary people. people.

But even if you regard the Inmeles family as a pure family of judges, then the descendants of this surname rely on their blood, and it will be much simpler and easier to walk into the path of faith, and there will never be such extreme cases. . .

Therefore, this can only mean one thing, that is, Diss sacrificed the bloodline of the family belief, but only one was left out, which is the one in front of him.

Rathma couldn't help but feel a little headache. Although Diss was asleep, he was not dead after all;

And if the descendant in front of him, who is so valued by Diss, can really have a talent similar to his grandfather, then it will not take many years for the Inmeles family to rise into another existence that will cause headaches for the gods.

Although it was during the round-up more than half a year ago that Diss officially condensed the fragments of godhead, according to Rathma's own observation, when Diss was twenty-five to thirty years old, he had actually reached a detached state. The level, this point, can also be confirmed from the young avatars of the three godhead fragment avatars of Diss.

How old is this young man in front of him, seventeen?

Thinking of this in his mind, Rathma suddenly felt a wave of sincere anger!

In other religious religions, if there is such a genius family bloodline in the church, it is really a happy event that I can't wait to report to the entire church circle, even if it has always strictly required the high priest to be born clean, and the family in the church has reached a goal of power in the church. The Cult of Kosmos, which has always been wary of monopoly, is no exception.

If Diss is willing, relying on his strength to condense three godhead fragments alone, after entering the Temple of Order, he can immediately surpass the so-called seniors who have existed in the temple for a hundred or two hundred years, and directly become the middle level of the temple, and even later. May impact the upper floors of the temple;

As for his grandson, this Karen, if he can really inherit his talent, he will definitely be fully cultivated by the divine religion, and the treatment can be comparable to that of the inheritors of those "adults".

In the future, if he can follow his grandfather's footsteps, then before entering the Temple of Order, the Divine Religion will make an exception for him and let him serve as the high priest for a period of time.

Bloodlines are very important. The bloodlines of many families can be traced back to the extremely distant past, and even the religion has bloodlines that have been passed down from the last era.

But this thing is not the older the better, but the older and thinner it will be;

Therefore, it is not that the oldest is necessarily the best, and it is not impossible for this era to produce a powerful blood lineage that can be passed down.

However, the old man with this surname dismissed the call from the temple, and even showed a very straightforward blasphemy against the God of Order when the three temple elders dispatched to invite him into the Temple of Order.

He said that we are all the rations of the god of order, he said that the god of order is hungry!

It should have been a blessing for the Divine Cult, but now it has become one of the most unstable factors within the Divine Cult...

Is there any possibility of saving this young man in front of him?

If he can strip away the wrongful influence of his grandfather on him and bring him back to the right path, will the matter be perfectly resolved?

But there is another logical deadlock here. If he, Rathma, dares to pass on Karen's identity, he, Diss, will immediately wake up and detonate two fragments of godhead.

However, there may be other ways.

for example……

Rathma's eyes lit up immediately, yes, his eyes really lit up, Karen standing in front of him could clearly see.

"I'll take this opportunity first to see your specific strength and talent, and then..."

Before she finished speaking, Augie's figure appeared beside Rathma again. At this time, her clothes were already torn and messy, and hot flames rose from her body.

"Who are you! Tell me, who are you!"

Auggie let out a loud roar, and the whole person rushed towards Rathma.

A prism-like barrier appeared around Rathma's body, and Auggie's terrifying impact couldn't even cause the slightest tremor to this barrier.

Immediately afterwards, Rathma spread out his hand, and the ring originally worn on his finger emitted a faint light before turning into a purple thunderball.

"You think I didn't notice that you are a giant frost dragon. Earlier you wanted to breathe out the dragon's breath and melt me ​​with lava. This time, you even put the flames all over your body.

Is this because you want to deliberately oppose your own attributes to motivate you, and then use my blow to you to break the seal in your body set by the whipman himself, so that you can be free?

Heh, you are not very curious and want to know who I am. You know that I am a member of this religion, so I will not really kill you. You just want to use me as your key to unlock the shackles. "

Rathma's words made Mr. Augie, who was still hitting the prism, pause, and the original fierce expression gradually faded away, turning into a kind of embarrassment.

She raised her hands, began to shake her head, and said innocently:

"What are you talking about, why can't I understand at all?"

Karen at the side thought it was a little funny, this Mrs. Augie was indeed as she said, she really put all the little wisdom left in the key places.

It's just that her petty mind used the wrong target. Of course, if Rathma didn't hide her identity, she wouldn't dare to do so.

"Don't you understand?" Rathma smiled.

"Yeah, I really don't understand. I think your words are really strange."

"When you obediently become a pet under the Cult of Kosmos, I recognize your identity and can tolerate your nonsense within limits.

But when you do not intend to continue to maintain your own identity, and attempt to break away from the Cult of Order to gain the so-called freedom, in my eyes, your existence violates order.

Therefore, according to the "Order Regulations", I will now punish you. "

Auggie: "..."

Rathma's figure disappeared. Immediately, Auggie's hands were pulled back by an invisible force, and her legs were also pulled back. The flames in front of her were blown away in an instant, but soon She summoned a solid ice layer for protection, but the ice layer began to disintegrate as soon as it was covered.

What she faced was the former high priest.

Although in the light of Diss, Rathma was a bit dim, and even pitiful, but that person was Diss after all. Leaving aside the existence of Diss, Rathma was a true genius belonging to his era.

And unlike that Lord Taixisen, Rathma is very good at fighting.

All the defenses of Mrs. Augie were completely disintegrated at this moment. Rathma's figure appeared in front of her, and the purple thunderball in her hand pressed down towards her chest.

Considering Mr. Augie's curvy figure, Rathma's move is a bit intriguing;

But the next moment, with the entry of the thunder ball, when Auggie's flesh and blood began to splatter in a large area, the so-called reverie disappeared.

Anyway, as a bystander at this time, Karen could only feel shocked, because Rathma, right in front of him, faced a dragon...with his stomach ripped open.

The mighty dragon body would have been so fragile in the first place, and Auggie's screams were full of panic and despair.

The gap in absolute power can really smooth out the differences from race.

"My lord, I was wrong, my lord, I was wrong!"

Auggie began to beg for mercy, but Rathma ignored her, and still insisted on stuffing the thunder ball into Auggie's body completely, then he took two steps back and clapped his hands indifferently.

"Ahhh!!!"

Miserable screams kept coming from Auggie's throat, her skin was constantly being blasted, her blood was constantly splashing, and her bones were experiencing cracks again and again;

This was not a one-time injury, as long as the thunder ball was in her body, she would have to endure this kind of torture all the time.

The physique of the dragon clan prevents her from dying immediately, but sometimes, life is worse than death is a torment that surpasses death.

"It's none of your business for the time being, I'll find you a place to be quiet."

Rathma stretched out his arm and swung it downwards. Lord Ogi fell down again and fell into a small lake below. The lake began to freeze rapidly, and then the ice surface condensed to a certain extent, and then all exploded. Such changes are repeated over and over again.

The difference is that the blood color in the lake is getting heavier and heavier.

Karen also had to admit that Rathma's fighting style... was indeed more enjoyable than his grandfather's.

This kind of exquisite hitting feeling from fist to flesh is enough to rise to a kind of violent aesthetics.

"Boy, do you know what I am most angry about?"

"Please enlighten me, my lord."

"I'm good at fighting. I have self-confidence. In the same realm, I can be the strongest." Having said that, Rathma sighed deeply, "But your grandpa has always been in the realm, overwhelming me. .”

Karen echoed: "Grandpa, he is really too much."

"Yeah, when I was still working hard for one piece of godhead, he condensed three pieces, as if he was humiliating me."

"My lord, my grandfather probably didn't mean that..."

"Well, he doesn't even bother to humiliate me."

Karen: "..."

Rasma lowered her head, looked down, and said, "This dragon won't die, but she should learn a lesson; besides, although I also know how to erase a person's related memories, the dragon's brain, although occupying The proportion of the body is not high, but the size is really big, and it is too tiring to erase her memory.

So, let her soul be struck by lightning every time she thinks about today's events in the future, which can also have the effect of sealing her memory.

Whoever dares to read her memory will let her soul perish in the lightning strike. "

"So that's how it is."

"Don't worry, I won't erase your memory. After all, your grandpa may be watching here now."

"Uh... I'm not worried about that."

"hehe……"

Rathma's expression became a little cold.

Karen is also a little helpless. When it comes to his grandfather, the former high priest always shows a kind of glass heart habitually.

Rasma came to Karen's side, reached out and grabbed Karen's shoulder, and exerted a little force:

"Huh? Your physical fitness is surprisingly good. How did you do it?"

"Maybe it's because I usually pay more attention to diet..."

"You are indeed much braver than that dragon, tsk tsk, if Vic is not with you, I will definitely torture his grandson in front of your grandfather today."

"It's good to make progress and gain something. I am willing, my lord."

"That's right. Next, perform well. This is my inspection of you."

"Investigation?"

"If you pass the inspection, I will accept you as my student."

Karen: "..."

Being your student is not a good thing.

My own future and development have already been well arranged and designed by myself and Neo. If I add the title of student of Rathma, it really means not only having to overthrow everything, but also a new starting point. A negative value, like Vic, lost at the starting line before even a match.

"Huh?" Rathma seemed to understand something from Karen's reaction, and immediately said, "Well, I didn't think carefully, so let's do it, if you don't perform well enough or outstanding enough in the next assessment , I will accept you as my student; moreover, I will announce this to the public to let everyone know.

If you're good enough, so good that I'm ashamed to be your teacher, then I won't announce it.

Although this reward sounds a little strange, but the assessment always needs some incentives, right?

Since the forward direction doesn’t work, let’s do the reverse, haha. "

"grown ups……"

"Come on, it's almost time, we can start."

...

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Little Rathma, yes, that's it, beat him, beat him, beat him hard meow!"

Sitting on Rasma's shoulder, Pu'er kept waving his fleshy claws, directing Rasma's clone to continue beating Valotti violently.

Valotti is very strong. If he is not strong, he would not dare to assassinate the whole family of the chief bishop alone, and even dealt a serious injury to the chief bishop that could not be healed.

But now, he feels like a joke.

My body was inexplicably frozen at first, and when I woke up and broke the restriction, the cat that I was holding in my hand fell into the hands of that person.

Next, that person started to attack him, and the defense he had finally arranged was like building blocks piled up by a child in the eyes of the other party, and it fell apart with a slight push.

The opponent can hit him hard every time, and his own attack is easily dodged by the opponent time and time again.

From the very beginning, the battle turned into a unilateral crush, but after the fight reached a certain level, the opponent obviously showed signs of conserving strength, as if he was only paying attention to aggravating his injuries but no longer thinking about killing himself.

In other words, the other party didn't want to rush to kill him in the first place, but he was more serious in the beginning because he believed that he would not die so easily, but now, he began to measure on a scale.

This feeling of being controlled throughout the whole process made Valotti very aggrieved.

"boom!"

Valotti stood up staggeringly from the ruins, and bones appeared in many places on his body, and at this time, Rathma also stopped.

"Little Rathma, why didn't you just kill him?" Pu'er asked.

Rathma didn't answer.

"Your clone can't speak, so where is your talking one now?"

"it's here."

The second Rathma's figure appeared, beside him stood Karen.

"Oh, my little Karen, don't you be scared, the cat is here, don't be afraid."

Pu'er immediately made a leap and wanted to jump into Karen's arms, but Rathma cut the beard from the middle, grabbed Pu'er, and came to the outer position.

Rasma looked at Vallotti and said:

"Beat him, and I will give you a chance to live."

Valotti asked: "You keep your word?"

Rathma nodded and said, "Of course, I, Texisen, will keep my promise throughout my life."

"Okay, I promise you." Valotti smiled, "I will try to pull a back."

Obviously, he didn't believe that the other party would let him go.

"You can start now."

Rathma landed on a hillside with Pu'er, and he took out a notebook and a quill pen from his cuff, like an assessment teacher, preparing to make assessment records.

Pu'er asked suspiciously, "Little Lasma, are you bored and crazy, do you really want to play this?"

"Isn't it good? There is always a repertoire at family gatherings, that is, the juniors come forward to show their talents."

Pu'er blinked, and immediately said: "The elders will also prepare gifts for the younger generation."

"Of course, I'm ready to accept Karen as my student."

"That... are you sure this is a reward?"

"If he doesn't perform well in the assessment, I will accept him as my student."

"Then who will judge the performance?" Pu'er immediately grasped the crux of the problem.

"Of course it's me." Rathma said matter-of-factly.

This is a good idea that Rasma thought of. If Karen is given the identity of his own student, it will not be considered as exposing Karen's true identity, but it will also make the religious side really notice him.

In Rathma's view, this is much better than Karen continuing to grow secretly and savagely alone, and it is also a turning point he can think of to make Karen gradually break away from the influence of his grandfather.

As for being his student is not good, Rathma didn't care about Vik's miserable life before. He didn't feel that he really owed Vik. All the grievances he suffered would be doubled in the future.

However, he resigned from the position of high priest very simply, which not only made it too late for other factions in the church to react, but also caught the temple by surprise. All this was to make room for the one behind.

In short, no matter how Karen behaves, Rathma will accept Karen as his student.

Rathma couldn't help turning his head to look behind him: If I do this, you can't find a reason to refute me, right?

"Hehe, he is the grandson of Diss after all, I really hope he can bring me a little surprise."

Pu'er responded:

"Are you sure it was a surprise...not a shock?"