Oops, I became the witch's substitute

"Come on, Lord Pandora! I will build a temple for you after you go back."

The businessman swore that he had never been so pious in his life, and he experienced fear and rebirth.

Temples sound like they are dedicated to gods, but in fact they can be dedicated to anyone. On a small scale, they are just statues on the roadside with a rain shelter. There are many nameless temples in the world, most of which commemorate heroes in history, and sometimes even ordinary people. , you can be carried into the temple if you have merit in saving the village.

After this round of heavy punches against the abyss fragments, Feilin, who was manipulating the deceitful puppet behind the scenes, was also surprised. He didn't expect it to be so fast, and he couldn't even find which puppet it was.

It is hoped that after Pandora's puppets defeat the Abyss Shards, they will begin to "contaminate" the opponent according to the rules planted by Feili and form new deceitful puppets.

This change also caught Feilin by surprise. The deceitful puppets began to take action, indicating that the rules given to them began to take effect and were able to destroy the weaker abyss fragments.

Film intends to work harder. The promotion of books and bards is relatively simple. Many people do not go to bookstores, are illiterate, and do not take the time to listen to the nonsense of bards. To target these people, Film spends money to hire a group of people to come to their homes. Preaching, or popularizing science.

I don’t want everyone to believe it, but I want everyone to believe it. At the same time, Feilin also informed the royal family of the knowledge of the abyss fragments and gray mist, and used fire to drive away the gray mist to ensure the safety of ordinary people to the greatest extent.

The Kingdom of Miriam believed the news about the release of the witch, and its security was greatly improved, while there was a new situation in the Holy Kingdom of Arius next door.

They now have the goddess Morrigan, and the Abyss Shards have also penetrated her country. When believers are in danger, of course they call for help from Morrigan immediately. Unlike the merchants, most of the people here have recharged their faith. When she encounters danger, she prays, and Morrigan hears it. Once she hears it, she has to deal with it. As time goes by, her rebellious psychology comes back.

Morrigan wanted to be lazy, so she called the Pope: "Send an order to print and distribute these books to believers. If you encounter the gray fog incident in the future, pray to Pandora and don't keep calling me."

During the battle on Karan's side, the frontline soldiers kept calling Morrigan when they encountered headwinds. In the rear, when the abyss fragments spread, the believers also called Morrigan. Morrigan was not tired physically but mentally.

The pope's face was now filled with vicissitudes of life, and his eyes were twitching: "Absolutely not, Lord Goddess, how can you let believers pray to the witch? This will greatly reduce your majesty."

Morrigan waved her hand: "Open the situation. A disaster occurred in Karan, and the abyss and gray mist spread. As a goddess, I only provided a summoning spell."

The Pope sighed, turned around and went to prepare without any further persuasion.

Morrigan thought for a while and then called the Pope: "Wait a moment. In this way, when promoting, tell believers that when encountering the gray fog, first call on Pandora's kindness, and then praise me after it is over."

Morrigan doesn't like to go to work. She can only be said to be responsible, but not much.

She began to understand the disadvantages of believing in a god.

"It's really troublesome. Please work harder, Feili, and kill Pandora as soon as possible."

As the Theocracy of Arius began to spread the deeds of the Witch of Hope, the lies spread further and radiated to neighboring countries. After a few days, merchants brought books to more countries, and the story about Pandora further spread.

Karan, Pandora, the witch of disaster is now paralyzed. In just half a month, Karan's fear has weakened by 30%. The steady stream of positive emotions makes her suspect that thousands of people are using her name to help others. The old woman crosses the road.

"That means the nightmare didn't deter them, well, that's good."

Pandora was angry. After much thought, she decided to create some massacre in Karan. The crooked dragon had not been very active recently, so let it combine with the power of disaster and become a more terrifying existence.

Chapter 166 There is a wolf in front and a tiger in the back, and Feilin has Feili.

Feili and Pandora compete in coincidences and accidents. If Feli's strategy to create hope for Pandora is to take a step forward, then Pandora's driving the crooked dragon is simply to split into a horse.

This side was originally planning to attack the crooked dragon, and the other side was preparing to release the crooked dragon.

However, it is the poor people in the land of Karan who suffer after all.

A medium-sized city. Outside the city walls are burning black flames. The thick walls on weekdays cannot provide a sense of security today. The smoke and dust in the sky cover up the sounds of killing in the city. The hurricane sweeps away the screams and wails, accompanied by the roar of the dragon. The roars gathered in one place.

"Quick! Quick! Go to the church!" The priest soldier reluctantly escorted a family. This was the only living person he rescued from the nearby streets.

Gray mist fell from the sky, and huge shadows were raging in the gray mist. The priests and warriors held the hands of women and children, and seized the time to urge the men.

"Run quickly and don't look back! Once inside, hide under the statue and don't come out no matter what noise is made outside! Do you hear me?"

"I know...ah!"

The running man reluctantly answered, but something grabbed his foot just as he was about to enter the church.

The priest warrior pushed the woman and child into the church, quickly turned around and opened a golden light curtain, defeating the gray mist surrounding the man. Then he threw a Molotov cocktail, forming a flame behind the man, and then pulled the man into the church.

"It's safe!"

"Thank you, Lord Priest!" The man was sweating profusely and breathing frantically, thankful to have survived this disaster.

"Let's not talk about this for now. Go and hide!" The priest's warrior's heart was beating violently. He always had a bad feeling and pushed the family into the church.

The clergy in the church more or less rescued the nearest residents, but there were only a dozen people nearby, and most of them were injured and cursed.

"Let ordinary people go to the underground storage room, and those who are good at healing magic will go down to take care of the injured. The temple guardian knights and priest warriors will gather at the main entrance." The priest warrior commanded the people at the scene, then brought a rope and tied it The statue in the hall, "The bishop came to help and blocked the entrance to the storage room with the statue..."

This is a male god holding a spear, majestic and solemn, in charge of war and protection.

Among the residents, a strong-looking man stood up and said, "Are you going to stay on the ground? It's too dangerous, so let's hide together."

The priest warrior glanced at him: "We are going to use the Sacred Heart to form a barrier. Stop talking nonsense and go in quickly."

Sacred Heart Barrier is a kind of protective magic that can only be used from the outside. It has a long guidance time and good defensive effect. The only disadvantage is that the caster can only be outside the barrier. Before killing the caster, even if it is a divine person It is also difficult to shake the barrier.

The clergy of the church looked solemn. They gathered under the statue of the god, and they would receive the strongest protection. If they could defend this wave, it would be fine. If they couldn't, they would use the death of themselves and others to cover up the existence of the underground storage room. The people hiding underground still have a chance to survive for at least dozens of days. Maybe they can be saved?

"That's great. Your righteous heart almost moved me." Pandora's voice came quietly, and the gray fog came quickly, covering the entire church in a few seconds. The visibility at the door and outside the window quickly dropped until the close-up view was also covered. , people began to hear small screams and cries, and the dead in vain were calling everyone's name.

Several priests worked together to guide the magic, and golden runes bloomed, covering every corner of the room, blocking out the weird sounds.

People breathed a sigh of relief. As the last ordinary person hid underground, the Templar Knights quickly blocked the basement and pressed the statue at the entrance. All the clergy activated the Sacred Heart Barrier together.

At this time, cracks appeared on the surface of the runes released by the priests, and the disturbing cracking sound gradually expanded, and finally broke into pieces with a loud bang.

Gray mist poured into the room through the cracks in the doors and windows, wrapping around the priests first. The priests picked up torches, but they could only illuminate an area about half a meter around them.

"What……"

The priest warriors raised their shields and stood side by side with their comrades, each of them filled with the glory of piety.

Then, the density of the gray fog increased again, as if something came to the eyes in an instant.

"……people."

Before his bleeding head could close his eyes, his consciousness began to fade away.

Pandora stood in the gray fog, holding up the head of the priest warrior with the magic power in her hand, and the sound of chewing could still be heard in the gray fog.

Pandora stepped heavily on the corpse of the priest warrior: "Where is your god? Huh?"

Pandora waved her hand gently, and several strange monsters grabbed a palace guard and tore him to pieces: "When you need rescue the most, he can't come!"

Pandora clenched her fist lightly, and her head exploded into a ball of blood mist, which quickly lost its luster and merged into the surrounding gray mist: "Hey, people hiding underground, you are really lucky, at least you are not like the poor people outside who don't know anything. Just die. Well, it’s a bit late, but it’s a rare encounter. I wish you a happy new year. What should I give you? It’s better to just despair.”

She looked up at the idols holding down the basement and looked at the gods: "I will not devour them all immediately. These monsters will dig up your idols bit by bit, and then drag out one person from inside every hour. Time will not More or less, maybe you have enough time to save them, but can you do it?"

Pandora clapped her hands, feeling satisfied as the life in the city gradually decreased.

Just when she was benefiting from this sneak attack, she suddenly focused her eyes, looked at an open space, and quickly waved her hand. The terrifying magic detonated in the open space. When the smoke and dust dissipated, Pandora saw that the empty space was filled with Crack, at this moment Pandora felt some distant sight, and with a little force, the power of disaster poured into the crack.

But the next second, Pandora found herself standing in front of the intact church again. Everything that had just happened seemed to be an illusion.

Time has flown back.

"...bastard." Pandora cursed secretly, no longer obsessed with the church, waved her hand gently, and the violent dragon in the gray fog took a deep breath, and the hot breath completely melted the church and turned it into a deep pit.

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"The Kingdom of Karan is being invaded by the Black Witch. My lovely children, you are about to get a chance to prove yourself. I will select the next head of the family based on your performance. You go to Karan, fight against evil and prove your worth. "

Today, Felin received a letter at Miriam's Black Cat Pavilion. He was surprised that it was an autographed letter from Count Crucible, and the content of the letter surprised him even more.

"This is a trial that determines your life and death. Giving up the trial is equivalent to giving up your own life. The children who can survive at least prove that you are qualified. In the end, I will confirm the heir among the survivors."

"Time is running out, kids."

Feilin felt dizzy after reading the letter. There was Pandora in the front and Earl Dan in the back. One was about killing humans now, and the other was an announcement of death in the near future.

The blood curse of the family is more or less clear to those who received the imprint, Feilin. Most of the children wanted to keep to themselves and survive under the control of Earl Desi, but they did not expect Earl Desi to show off his cards this time.

It was less than two months since the family banquet, and many people, including Enil, had just started their plans. The earl's letter suddenly caught them off guard, and those who received the letter were more or less at a loss.

Those who were more rebellious were already thinking about how to fight against the earl, while those who were less rebellious were confused, and they didn't even understand why they had to go to Kalan.

Similarly, the earl's series of actions also attracted the attention of the Stral Empire. The efforts of successive family heads consolidated the title of the real earl, and the king had no right to interfere in anything in the earldom. Morganna sent more than half of her elite troops to expedition to Kalan this time. It was good in name, but in fact it was thankless. At present, the intelligence was limited, and the old foxes did not understand what Count Abils wanted to do.

But the only thing they could understand was that Count Morganna's territory would be unprecedentedly empty.

Chapter 167 Enil and the Heroic Spirit

The Count of Xie has taken action. Fili is traveling around the land of Kalan with Serena. Flin is operating the image of Pandora, the Witch of Hope, in the rear. The descendants of the Morgana family are acting with various emotions. Among them, Enil is the type who doesn't care about anything.

Recently, Enil wants to split a day into two days. She is either fighting or on the way to fight. She is fighting against the demons.

Using the intelligence network on the family side, she learned that there are still demons in remote countries that have not been eliminated so far. This is the natural disaster sealed by people in the pre-historical period. Even if it is unsealed, the strength cannot be quickly restored. When the wisdom of Enil, a later person, arrives, the advanced magic technology will cause a dimensionality reduction attack on the ancient demons.

Whether it is human or not, the technology of throwing stones will develop and improve.

The ancient demons have been sealed for thousands of years. They are useless except for their innate secrets. Their use of magic power is not as good as that of young people in the magic academy.

If these old antiques can sneak out and adapt to the version, they may become powerful. But if they are suddenly unsealed and fight with modern people, it will be like two swordsmen dueling, and the opponent suddenly takes out a plasma gun that is far beyond the times.

In fact, Enil's talent is very ordinary, a talent that is close to infinite magic power. It seems that it is not even as good as Orfa's elemental mastery, but these sealed demons are all old antiques. Enil has conquered three demons during this period, and she built the main field on the spot, creating the right time, right place and right people to kill the old antiques in one breath.

The good news is that her efforts are useful.

The obsession of the ancients was liberated, and most of the kind souls chose to return to the River of Souls. Enil tried to retain the souls of the heroes and finally got the help of two powerful heroes.

Of course, she could have recruited more heroes. There were males among the heroic souls she liberated, but considering that the heroes would carry them with them, she released all the male heroes.

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Enil and the heroes have an equal relationship. She really regards the two sisters as friends.

The soul of a certain saint: "Morality? Bloodline? These are not the issues. The saints of our clan always marry within the clan to keep their bloodline pure."

The soul of the tall and mighty female warrior: "No, did you give up just because your brother said no? It's your business if you love him. If it's me, I'll find an opportunity for a bonfire party, add some wine to the medicine for him to drink, and carry it back at night to do the work. As for the future..."

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The saint interrupted the female warrior: "Is this love? This is lust! Our little Enier clearly wants to win the heart of the person he likes."

The female warrior touched her chin: "I heard there is a kind of love potion? Witches are better at this, right?"

The two heroes floated beside Enier, talking to each other. Through the conversation, it is not difficult to understand why Enier chose them as friends.

The ancient people were open-minded and had fewer restrictions. Their attitudes were not to say that they were loyal to each other, but at least they were like-minded.

Originally, Enier wanted to continue to capture some... no, to subdue... no, to rescue more heroic souls, but she received a letter from her father, and the journey came to an abrupt end.

"It's over."

Unlike Ferlin, Enier looked very calm when she received the letter from Count Abils. She just stood there, terrified and calm.

The two heroic spirits slowly floated over and looked at the letter, not understanding the seriousness of the problem.

"What's wrong? Little Enier."

"You two, do you know the family curse I mentioned? From the time you receive this letter, the curse will come soon. I'm afraid I won't live long."

"The problem is very serious, so you have to find a way to improve your strength."

The female warrior held her chin. In her era, strength had not yet been graded. It was only recently that she received new knowledge and understood the current system.

"You have to be promoted to a hero as soon as possible and clarify your own path. Unfortunately, we don't understand this very well..." The female warrior thought for a while, "We don't understand what the path is, but we know how to become stronger."

Erniel's thinking gears turned stiffly: "Tell me quickly."

The female warrior clenched her fists: "The iron must be hard to forge. After communicating with you these days, I found that the ancient cultivation methods have been optimized a lot by you, especially the reform of the magic system. An ordinary human has the means to attack targets thousands of miles away. It's really scary. However, magic has become more convenient, and there are more long-range means. You have also slacked off. Many ancient methods have been almost abandoned, especially the means of risking your life."

The saint echoed: "Mira and I are ancient people, but we can see that modern magicians are a little bloated. When you were destroying the demons, did you find that their bodies were very tough? If you hadn't made sufficient preparations, magic would be extremely destructive and could not destroy their bodies at all."

Erniel thought for a moment: "I remember there is a saying that these demons belong to prehistoric life, and their bodies are mostly the embodiment of nature, and cannot be used as a reference for ordinary things. For example, the last demon of steel flame is the embodiment of volcanic molten iron."

The female warrior floated in front of Erniel and stretched out three fingers: "Let me put it this way. In my opinion, in addition to your rank, your modern people's own strength can be divided into three situations."

This female warrior spirit was once a brave and powerful warrior, the offspring of a fighting nation, and a natural warrior. In modern times, she has learned to run with magic power while others are still learning to walk.

Even if she turns into a residual soul and a heroic spirit, her talent and intuition are still there.

The female warrior then explained her own views. She classified the modern strong men based on what she saw and heard this month.

The first category is called "false fat". They foolishly follow the practice method to exercise at the right age, and stay in places with abundant magic power for a long time. They are suitable for research, but not for fighting. After all, fighting is also a kind of talent. Not everyone is suitable for fighting. Although such people have high ranks and strong magic power, they will break when compared with experienced strong men.

The second category is drug addicts. The saint and the female warrior both lamented the simple and easy-to-understand modern magic. In their era, awakening and using magic power was a low-probability event. It is different in modern times. The once rare herbal materials are now artificially cultivated. As long as the money is enough, the blooming magic potion can turn a pig into a transcendent. If these people are properly trained, they are still a bit real. The only limit is the path that really requires spiritual feelings.