Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

When this gap is opened, everything that follows becomes easier.

Just like the growth of a plant, it was just a small seed in the cracks of the stone at first, but with the nourishment of the sun and rain, it finally took root tenaciously and deeply, and blossomed and bore fruit.

Due to the substantial improvement of his own strength, and the state of the bishop himself who is almost exhausted. It took Anvis about half a day to successfully fill up the growth rate of the twisted seeds.

Then, he disbanded the flesh and blood avatar that he had pulled out to make up the number, and no longer frightened the young bishop of the Holy See of Holy Radiance.

Just like he once incarnated as the 'man in the mirror', the so-called parasitic ritual of fate is also the result of the combination of [Flesh and Flesh Clone], [Flesh and Flesh Manipulation] and [Old Majesty].

The real destiny parasite ritual is extremely complicated, with cumbersome steps and rare consumables, and the specific ritual layout and process are also almost lost.

Taking advantage of the slight spiritual guidance effect mixed in the words, with the current mental state of the bishop, I am afraid that there is no time to carefully distinguish them.

However, in the process of planting the twisted seeds just now, Anweis could clearly feel that the intensity of Yanil's spiritual resistance was much stronger than that of other twisted seeds he had planted before.

He wasn't sure whether it was because of Yanil's own eighth-level strength, or because of his birth in the Holy See of Holy Radiance, and because of his faith, which led to a particularly firm relationship in his heart.

If it was placed before absorbing the seal, Anvis was really not sure whether the twisted seed could finally take shape.

But after absorbing that seal, the old secret scriptures with a fundamental upgrade of all attributes are enough to face this level of resistance.

After confirming that the Seed of Distortion was fully mature, the brim of Anvis's hood fluctuated slightly, and he asked the first question.

"Tell me, what's your name?"

"Yanil... My name is Yanil, priest."

A strange fanaticism flashed in the light golden eyes, and the blond young bishop spoke piously, as if he was facing the god he once devoted himself to serving.

"very good--"

Anvis nodded.

"So, Yanil, tell me, why did you come to this island?"

"For the sake of that legendary holy object, sacrifice to your lord."

Looking up at Anvis with pale golden eyes, Yanil spoke without hesitation, revealing his fundamental purpose of coming to this island secretly this time.

"According to the church's intelligence agency, there is an unknown evil... secret sect on this island. In their hands, they hold the real blood of the old god."

"For the traces left by these ancient existences from among the stars, since the establishment of the Holy See, the top of the Holy See has been collecting and processing these things to prevent them from flowing into the hands of evil people and endangering the mainland."

"And when I came to this island this time, before I left, His Excellency the archbishop personally gave me the goal of the mission."

Nodding his head slightly, Anweis casually raised his hand to wipe the void, and the dark magic shackles on the altar that bound the five limbs of the young bishop suddenly disappeared.

After moving his hands and feet, Yanil weakly got up from the rock altar, with that vague fanaticism still in his eyes.

Looking at the blond bishop who stood up, Anweis's heart moved slightly, ready to test the new ability of the twisted seed.

Previously, when the old secret scripture absorbed the seal that surpassed the ninth level, an extremely powerful new ability was added to the spell effect of the Seed of Distortion:

It is possible to peek at the most impressive scene in the subject's memory without being noticed by the subject.

Putting an hourglass upside down on the ground, Anweis caressed the cover of the old secret scriptures, slowly concentrating his thoughts, trying to perceive the orientation of the twisted seeds that had already formed.

In the mental space, three vague dark green stars suddenly lit up.

As Anvis's concentration time became longer, the brightness of the stars began to become clearer and clearer.

The other two stars were far away from him, and their outlines were more blurred, while the third star was very close, and it was very clear and bright.

Anweis tried to stretch out his mental power and touched the star.

A ring of faint light ripples emanated from the star, and at the same time, his perspective suddenly changed.

The environment around him turned into a majestic pale white cathedral, with a pointed arched dome of unimaginable height, and huge flower windows depicting myths and epics on all sides.

He was standing under the huge dome at this time, and the rich golden sunlight diffused in from the magnificent flower windows polished by various magic gemstones, covering him and the person in front of him, looking extremely sacred.

The person in front of him was a brown-haired middle-aged man in a solemn dark red robe, with a serious face and shrouded in faint light.

The moment he saw that face, Anweis immediately recognized his identity.

[Holy Judgment] Jorgesen, one of the seven archbishops of the Holy See, a ninth-level peak clergyman.

At this moment, he was speaking to Anweis.

"...Go, try not to attract the attention of outsiders along the way."

After finishing speaking, Jorgesen turned around, faced the bright light contained in the cup on the pure white altar, and closed his eyes slightly.

"Hurry up, Yanil, when you bring back the blood of the old gods, your famous general will be among them, and you will be the first to receive the glory and grace of the gods."

Then, this segment suddenly blurred, and turned into a scene in the streets of the City of Psalms.

A blond girl wearing a dark blue priest's robe held his hand and walked slowly on the street paved with blue rocks, as if she was helping ordinary people.

With a gentle smile on her face, the girl distributed the bread in the magic basket to the surrounding people. He watched this scene peacefully, and waved his hands from time to time, exuding a little bit of holy light, covering the people and driving away their diseases.

In front of them, several shabby-dressed civilians showed gratitude and kept saluting to the two of them.

In the next moment, the picture changed again, and it was replaced by a pure white, simple quiet room.

In front of him was a golden cup filled with holy light. He stood there alone, with his head slightly bowed, and his fingers crossed on his chest, as if he was praying to the gods.

In these memories, Anweis gradually learned about the bishop's life.

At the same time, he also caught a vague word in the corners of those scattered and incoherent memories.

——Sage Plan.

This word only appeared once in the bishop's memory, but the bishop's memory of it is extremely deep.

At other times, in the memory scenes related to this plan, the characters appearing are a bit secretive about it, and the bishop himself seems to have little understanding of the specific parts of the plan.

He is only vaguely aware that the essence of the plan seems to be related to the power of faith.

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