Chapter 333: The fishman’s trump card, the title of bishop
“The Blesser?”
The obsidian altar glowed with dim light, surrounded by four towering stone pillars.
The High Priest of Margotha stood above the altar, with a slim back, listening to the report from Chloe, and suddenly looked back, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
“In addition to the divine spells, he also has the blessing of the goddess of the night?”
"It's absolutely true."
Chloe's true appearance was hidden under the veil. Recalling the scene just now, her eyes shone like stars in the dark night.
“At that time, I was at a disadvantage in the duel. It was he who poured the blessing of [Poison Blade] into the Shadow Blade, injuring the leader of the fish people in one fell swoop.”
“Now The commander has been brought back and imprisoned in the water prison."
Chloe said with a hint of admiration.
"The success of this operation is due to Sherlock's performance!"
Margotha quickly walked down the altar, came to Chloe, looked up and down, frowned and said:
"Your injury is not serious. I will personally treat you later... Where is Sherlock? How is his injury?"
Chloe thanked him respectfully, then shook his head and said:< br>
“Sherlock was not injured because he had been hiding nearby, looking for opportunities to plot...”
Chloe paused for a moment and sighed:
"In terms of timing, he is like the night assassins in the alliance, precise, deadly and just right!"
"[ Blessed by Poison Blade, it was once the famous secret skill of the assassination master Vitus, but I didn't expect it to appear in Sherlock..."
Did he ever belong to the Assassin's League? Or does it come from other sects and come for a certain purpose?
Margotha's eyes moved and she smiled.
"I'm becoming more and more interested in his secrets."
Chloe hesitated for a moment, then defended himself:
"High Priest, I think, Sherlock The possibility of being an undercover agent is very small."
"Oh?" Margotha looked at Chloe in surprise and said, "Didn't you doubt him before? Why are you speaking out for him now? Are you talking?"
A picture of a handsome young man helping out appeared in front of his eyes. Chloe's tone became a little hesitant and said after a while:
"It's just...just intuition."
"Intuition can never be used as a criterion for judgment."
Margotha looked deeply at Chloe until she lowered her head in shame before smiling. :
"No matter what, since Sherlock is the blessing of the Night Goddess, we must find a way to gain his loyalty and keep him within the sect..."
Margaux Sha was already thinking of promoting Yeats and said slowly:
"A five-ring hero is usually the mainstay of a sect. Although Sherlock is not yet a five-ring hero, I believe that conferring the position of bishop to him in consideration of his achievements will satisfy him."
< br>"What do you think?" Margotha asked Chloe for advice.
Chloe was stunned for a moment, with a look of alarm in her eyes.
In just three days after joining the sect, Shylock was promoted to bishop at an astonishing speed!
This is simply the same as parachuting into a high-level sect!
But considering Sherlock's personal ability and his outstanding performance against powerful enemies in the fifth ring, and considering the high priest's intention to recruit him, Chloe can understand the high priest's transfer order.
Chloe took a deep breath, calmed down the ups and downs of her mood, nodded and said:
"It all depends on the high priest!"
"Well, take this. Give it to Sherlock as a token to convey my order.”
Margotha took out a dark bracelet from the space ring, which was precious and glowing, and handed it to Chloe.
"Wait until he accepts the token before announcing to the sect that the new bishop will be appointed!"
In the water prison.
Ben Lang wakes up from his coma.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a big pot on the wet shore.
At the bottom of the cauldron, the firewood was burning brightly.
"Are you awake?"
The young man stood by the cauldron, glanced back at the fishman leader who was chained to the underground river, with only his upper body exposed above the river, and grinned.
"I just sent someone to make a big cauldron. I don't know the quality. How about you go in and take a look for me?"
The fishman leader was stunned for a moment.
Although he has only a half-understanding of human language, the man's evil intentions can also be seen from the other person's expression.
Immediately, the murloc leader yelled something to the effect of "our great murloc god will not let you go" and "the brave murloc warriors will definitely hunt you to the ends of the earth!"
"We can't change it. What a novel curse." Yeats complained, "These words are almost making my ears go numb..."
"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, so I'll tell you the whereabouts of the Fish-Man King."
Yeats's eyes lit up with the light of fear.
“Otherwise, I’ll make you into sashimi!”
Zuanya whispered: "There will be parasites, right?"
Yeats' tactics are blackface.
I'm threatening to chop the fishmen into raw fish. You ask me if there will be parasites?
The God's chosen talent [Thousand Eyes of Illusions] can bless illusions represented by fear and nightmare.
Suddenly, in front of the fishman leader, a nightmare-like scene appeared, which was no less hellish than Shang Yang and the five ponies!
However, this fish-man leader was also a tough guy. Even though he fell into fear and despair during the illusion, he did not say a word, but kept repeating his prayers to the fish-man god.
Yeats changed his strategy and used hypnosis to make the fish-man leader fall into a deep sleep, and then took out the moonstone given by Lilith.
Because Lilith, the Lord of Lust, has the blood of dream demons, the authority related to dreams remains on this dark purple moonstone, which can be used to invade dreams.
In dreams, the invaded will lower their psychological defense, and the power of the illusion will be doubled.
For example, the fourth-level spell [Nightmare] essentially makes the opponent fall into the entanglement of fear in the dream, while the fifth-level spell [Nightmare] uses the spirit to directly invade the opponent's dream and weave it A vision of fear.
Different races, different creatures, dreams are also very different.
The dreamland of the fishman leader is a desolate island in the middle of the boundless sea.
Big waves hit the rocks, and the fishman leader named Benlang followed the big waves, constantly waving the harpoon and practicing combat skills.
Yeats watched the dream of the fish-man leader from a third perspective from a high altitude. With a thought, he transformed himself into the image of a fish-man, fell into the sea, and swam quietly towards the waves.
“Who is it?” Ben Lang raised the harpoon alertly and pointed at the figure slowly climbing ashore.
Yeats has used illusion to disguise himself as a fish-man. There is also a power-generating organ hanging on the head of this fish-man, which is like an electric light. It flashes and flickers. It opens its sharp mouth full of fangs and says hoarsely in the fish-man language:
"Your Majesty, he is in danger now. I want you to Go back to support as soon as possible."
"Your Majesty?" Ben Lang's eyes flashed with confusion, as if he suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Your Majesty, where is he now?"
"Me too? I just used prophecy to learn that His Majesty was in trouble, but I didn’t know his specific whereabouts.”
Yeats slowly guided Ben Lang to remember the whereabouts of the Fish-Man King, and said:
"You are His Majesty's most trusted general. You should know his whereabouts better than I do."
Ben Lang frowned and examined the strange-looking fish-man in front of him.
Among the fish-men tribe, there is a kind of fish-man wizard who specializes in divination of good and bad luck, called the fish-man prophet, and the fish-man in front of him looks like a prophet.
Benlang looked at the fish-man prophet up and down, and murmured in a low voice:
"No... with your Majesty's strength, there is no danger... you must be lying to me!" Suddenly, Ben Lang raised the harpoon and pointed it at the fish-man Yeats was disguised as, with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Tell me, who sent you to get close to me!"
Those who can achieve the Five Rings, whether they are humans or aliens, have a tough mind.
Yeats sighed at Ben Lang's loyalty and said calmly:
"I didn't lie to you. Now His Majesty is being encircled and suppressed by human priests and dark night believers, and his situation is in danger."
Looking at Ben Lang with a solemn expression, Yeats pretended to be angry and said:
"If you are unwilling to go back to support, tell me the whereabouts of His Majesty, and I will rescue him!"
Ben Lang was stunned for a long time.
In dreams, people's judgment is far worse than when they are awake. Coupled with Yeats's gradual induction, Ben Lang finally trusted the identity of the fish-man prophet and sighed:
"Your Majesty is currently located in a palace 20 nautical miles away from Portsmouth, in a large area of coral... I have received your Majesty's death order. I cannot return until I find the escaped girl. I can only rely on you, the prophet, to go back and support... ”
The brainless fishman commander paused for a moment and said:
"By the way, Your Majesty, has he awakened the mount under the palace?"
Mount? Yeats was slightly startled and said calmly:
“Are you referring to the emperor-level monster?”
“Emperor-level? Are you kidding? That can be said. You are the patron saint of our fishmen, how can you only be at the emperor level?"
Ben Lang suddenly stopped talking and stared at Yeats:
"No, you are not a prophet! How could you not even know this!"
Yeats smiled and dismissed The illusion that shrouded his body revealed his true form as a human being.
Suddenly.
Benlang's pupils shrank, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.
The next moment.
As if it was cooked, its whole body turned red visibly, and with a mixture of shame and anger, it roared:
"Despicable human beings!!"
The surrounding environment began to change. Trembling indicates the instability of the wandering dream.
Yeats emerged from his dream.
The consciousness returned to the body, and looking at Ben Lang who also woke up, Yeats smiled and said:
"Thank you for the information, you saved me a lot of trouble."
"You——" Ben The waves of anger attack the heart and enter the red temperature.
Yeats left the water prison, and his incompetent and furious roar came from behind.
“The fish-man god will not let you go!!”
"You have offended one more god, Yeats." Zuanya said.
“I have offended too many people, and the fish-man god can’t send him a command at all.” Yeats said.
Zhuan Ya snickered and said: "I admire your ability to cause trouble everywhere!"
"However, you are still not as good as my record back then, you still have to work hard!" Zuan Ya Lao said angrily.
Yeats: "..."
You are quite proud of offending these two legendary monsters, Black Dragon and Storm Eagle King, at the same time!
Shaking his head, Yeats fell into thought.
From Ben Lang’s words, Yeats has got the message he wants.
Among the forces of the fishmen, there is at least one emperor-level monster hidden!
"The Murloc King is also a sixth-level monster. Counting the existence of an imperial-level monster, his background is actually stronger than that of the Scarlet Society. This shouldn't happen..."
Yeats rubbed his chin.
“Either, that emperor-level monster is not loyal to the fish-men, but is in alliance with the fish-men king...”
This kind of difficult and powerful enemy, Yeats feels, is still It has to be left to the high priest Magosha to deal with it.
What if I could use ingredients from imperial monsters to cook food and sacrifice them to the goddess of the night?
Yeats looked at the sky and couldn't help but fall into reverie.
Just relying on his food skills, it is very likely that he will be promoted from the Blesser to the Dark Night God's Chosen in one fell swoop!
“If I can become the Dark Night God’s Chosen, my authority in the shadow world will be greatly increased, and I will also have a higher say in the Dark Night Sect!”
Yeats began to formulate his own plan. , eyes flashing slightly.
The key is to do as she likes and serve the goddess of the night her favorite delicacies from hell at her feast!
“What was that roaring about just now?”
A shadow crow flew in front of Yeats and transformed into the image of a sacrifice to Chloe.
She glanced in the direction of the water prison behind Yeats and said in surprise:
"Nothing happened to you, right?"
"No." Yeats shrugged. , "I have interrogated something out of its mouth."
Chloe's eyes widened, this efficiency is really amazing!
"Any clues?" Chloe asked quickly.
In order to compete with the murlocs who possess imperial-level monsters, the Dark Night Sect is a force that must be borrowed.
Yeats relayed to Chloe the whereabouts of the Murloc King and the news about the royal-level monsters living under the Coral Palace.
Chloe's eyes were filled with brilliance, and he immediately understood the value contained in it, and said excitedly:
"Sherlock, you have accomplished another great feat!"
Chloe handed Runlang over to Sherlock for interrogation, purely out of a trying mentality. After all, heroes are mostly strong-willed. Unexpectedly, there are real rewards!
Yeats smiled slightly and slandered:
“If I continue to make such meritorious deeds, I will almost become a bishop!”
“Also, this is given to you by the high priest. "
Chloe handed an obsidian bracelet to Yeats and said seriously:
"This is a symbol of the position of bishop of the Dark Night Sect. The high priest wants you to have a meritorious service in apprehending the leader of the fish people, so he makes an exception and promotes you!"
Yeats was stunned for a moment, looking at the obsidian bracelet in front of him, and something appeared in front of his eyes. Corresponding information.
[Shadow's Embrace (Excellent): Improve your affinity to the dark night spells. Enchantment: Shadow Pact. 】
[Spell·Shadow Pact: You can sign a master-servant contract with a creature whose life circle is lower than yours. Those who violate the contract will suffer a curse from the shadow world. 】
Yeats was shocked.
He actually became the Bishop of the Night!
It has only been three days since I joined the sect!
According to this progress, wouldn’t it be possible to become the God of Darkness’ Chosen within a month? ?
“The bishop of the Dark Night Sect can ensure the loyalty of his subordinates through the Shadow Contract.”
Chloe smiled and said: “After you inject magic into this Shadow Embrace, before The shadow contract imposed on you will also be invalid. Come on, I will put it on you!”
It turns out that before joining the Dark Night Sect, you need to sign a shadow contract... Yeats thought that because he was an imposter, he skipped this step.
"So, what's the next step?" Yeats asked.
"Disguised as members of the Holy See and raided the lair."
Chloe narrowed her eyes.
“Forcing the Murloc King to appear and fight Famula’s troops, we reap the benefits!”
(End of this chapter)