Release that Witch

The transformation of the sacred penalty army is the knowledge that the pope must master. When Mayn took over the sacred texts from the slain of Oberlin, a year ago, it was equivalent to the succession of the next pope.

The content of the book, Mayn, has long been ruined, and a god-prisoner needs to sacrifice the life of a witch, blending her blood with the stone of punishment, and then injecting it into the trial army. This set of rituals has been improved several times in hundreds of years of use, but the essence has not changed. The witch is the upper limit of the number of gods. The will of the trial army is the key to determining the success rate.

After reading this book, he understood why the church accommodates so many underage women every year. There are no signs of the emergence of witches. Before the magic gathers, they are no different from normal people. Once the magic begins to gather, their bodies, organs, and blood will be changed. Therefore, apart from expanding the scale of breeding, there is no other way.

This is also the reason why he agrees with Heather's statement that everything they have done is already extremely evil. Every high-level hand is covered with blood. They kill more witches than any other executioner. But in order to defeat the devil, in order to avoid the destruction of mankind, they must do so.

The winner is qualified to receive the favor of God.

......

The two judges were lying on the conversion stage, and Mayn knew them, Dalyen of the advance camp and Tucker Thor of the Holy City Guard, who was also a presiding judge.

Although both of them are smiling, the bishop can still see the tension from their tight muscles and clenched fists. He patted the shoulders of the two men. "Let's relax, I believe you can do it."

"Adult, can you just endure the pain when you get there?" Dalyen couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, it’s fine," Mayn laughed. "You are Daly, right."

"You actually remember my name," he said excitedly.

"Of course, you are a member of the first camp, participated in the last year's Hermes defense, the captain is... Eleania, I am not wrong?"

"Right," Dalyen nodded. "Our team suffered heavy casualties in a battle. Half of the players died in the hands of a mixed kind of evil beast. I thought at the time that if I had the ability to kill the group of deformed hybrids, So, adults, I want to be a **** penalty!"

"Being strong to protect his comrades, this belief is very good," Mayn encouraged, and then he looked to the presiding judge, "So what about you? Tucker Thor, what is the decision to transform into a **** fine?" ”

"In order to defend the new holy city, adults," he said firmly, "the priests said that in the future each year the evil beast will become stronger and stronger. The last time they have touched the wall of the holy city, if not the gods." The cathedral may have been destroyed. I also want to be a shield against the evil beast and a long gun that penetrates the enemy."

"Very good, you are all the pride of the church," Mayn explained the tension and fear in the conversation according to the steps of the classics. When they saw their emotions gradually became high, he waved his hand and signaled the ceremony to continue.

The guards stepped forward to cover the eyes of the two and fixed the limbs on the conversion table with the ring and the ankle. Then the witch was hugged in and laid flat between the two.

As a witch raised by the church, she spent most of her life in the old holy city monastery. After she was awakened, she was sent to the secluded area as a material to wait for conversion. The day before the sacrifice, she has been flooded with a large amount of dream water, a herb made from sleeping fern and winter flowers, ensuring that no sound in the ceremony will wake her up.

"Number, age?"

"No. 1, 18 years old." The guard answered.

This is a routine inquiry. Only the blood of the adult witch is enough to meet the needs of the two gods. At the same time, Mayn confirms the correctness of the witch list and announces the ceremony.

A delicate silver needle was inserted into the witch's arm, and the reddish-brown blood flowed down the leather tube wrapped around the silver needle and gathered in the crystal basin under her. The bottom of the basin was covered with a layer of light blue stone, and the blood gradually immersed in the stone and finally filled the whole basin.

Soon, the stone of God's punishment changed. It can be seen through the side of the basin that the blue stone is absorbing blood. After about half an hour, the stone gradually melts away, the turbid blood becomes crystal clear, and the color is transformed from reddish brown to sky blue.

These operations seem simple, but after tens of thousands of trials, they get a complete and reliable set of steps. For example, the witch estimates the blood volume of different ages and body shapes, the production of silver needles and skin tubes, which part of the body is inserted into the blood, and which part of the blood is inserted, and the quality and weight of the stone of the gods are selected. The trials and improvements of previous failures also illustrate the general principles of transformation.

After the witch's body is transformed by magic, its blood is accompanied by the ability to strengthen organs and tendons. If it is used directly, it will only kill the recipient in an instant. You must soak the stone of the gods in the blood of the witch, and dispel the power that is still unknown, so that it can be injected into the transformant. Even so, the blood will damage the mind and gradually lose its emotion and intelligence. There is only instinct and a strong will. The surviving gods of the penalty force are equivalent to the extraordinary, and they can have the magical effect when they do not wear the stone of the gods.

I have to say that this is a wonderful combination. The blood of the witch can kill humans. The stone that swallows the gods will also kill people. But the two can be combined to minimize this adverse effect. .

When the blue liquid slowly flowed into the two trials along the skin tube, the blue ribs in their arms and neck suddenly swelled, and the expression was embarrassing, as if they were enduring great pain. Da Lien took the lead and shouted. He struggled on the stage. The five fingers clenched and opened, but his hands and feet could not move. After a while, a thin layer of sweat appeared.

Tucker couldn't get anywhere. He made a slap in the face, a squirt of blood from his mouth, and his body twitched.

The liquid level in the crystal basin slowly descended. When she saw the bottom, Da Lien’s voice had become a crying. He shouted out unclear words, the skin was dissolved and dissolved, and white smoke was everywhere. Judging from the descriptions in the classics, his transformation is basically on the verge of failure. When Mayn hesitated to check again, the Pope held his shoulder from behind. "Enough, let him free."

A guard came up and took out the short sword, and pricked it into Dalyen's neck cleanly, twisting the hilt and ending his pain.

After a difficult wait, Tucker's convulsion subsided, his breathing gradually stabilized, and his skin was rosy to light blue. Mayn knows that he has passed the transformation ceremony.

One person succeeded and one failed. This result made the Lord sigh. In just two quarters of an hour, the church lost a pious trial army and wasted half of the witch's blood.

But then there are still six judges waiting for the conversion, he must let the ritual continue.

......

When the ceremony was completed, Mayn was almost unable to stand, and he squatted down the stage, sitting near the wall of the hall.

The pope slowly passed over and stood in front of him. "To tell the truth, your performance surprised me, child. When I first hosted the ceremony, it was much worse than you. I was exactly forty-five that year. Years old, strong **** smell made me spit out directly on the ceremonial table, almost wasting a whole pool of blood. The former pope even took me a meal, but after pumping, he then ordered me to return to the stage. , continue to host the ceremony."

"..." Mayn opened his mouth, but did not know what to say.

"So, don't think about anything, go back and take a day off."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The bishop took a deep breath, and when he was preparing to leave, he suddenly remembered the purpose of coming. "Yes, you called me to the secret area for..."

"Oh, let me remember this," Oberlin laughed and shook his head. "I am looking for you to give you a new poison developed by the agency."

"Poison?" In the secret area of ​​the institution, there are institutions that specialize in the study of the stone of the gods, such as the cold-blooding pills, fluorescent stones, and mad drugs. After the results are obtained, they will be distributed to the bishops. But I have never heard of them involved in poison. In Mayn’s impression, this should be what the alchemists are good at.

"Listen to them, getting this result is entirely due to an accident." The Pope said slowly. "It can be applied to the surrounding people for a long time as long as it is sprinkled on the rotting corpse. It does not have to be filled in like an ordinary poison. Without special antidote, it can hardly be cured. You can ask the master of the crow eye, I want to It may come in handy in the battle of the four kingdoms."

Mayn immediately thought of the unstoppable Broken Fort and the unpleasant stalemate of the Grey Fort. He suppressed the joy and said again: "If the poison is as effective as the Master of the Owl, then it can really help me." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome. Starting point, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please read.)