[Third update]
"Teacher, I also lost the divine puppet. wWW!QuanBen-XiaoShuo!CoM" Van Gogh did not dare to hide the teacher. On this island, the only person he trusted was right in front of him. If he deceived the teacher, no one in the prison would sincerely help him.
"The Divine Puppet!" The old man in black robe was not worried when he heard that Van Gogh had lost the Spear of Order. The Spear of Order was a divine weapon, and the gods would always have a way to get it back. However, the Divine Puppet in Van Gogh's hand was the whole black... The most successful piece of divine refining equipment on Prison Island is made of the highest quality materials, obtained from the relics of the First Dynasty.
The research time for this divine puppet is still short, because tracking the eye of the storm is more important, so Black Prison took it out and let Van Gogh carry it. Unexpectedly, Van Gogh, armed with the Spear of Order and twelve powerful divine magicians, lost the divine puppet.
This is simply impossible. The divine puppet has the ability to summon creatures. Even if it is controlled by the enemy, it can be summoned back with divine magic.
"Teacher, I'm afraid the warden can't protect me. That divine puppet was researched and funded by the Inquisition." Van Gogh said worriedly.
"Then what are you going to do?" The old man in black robe agreed with Van Gogh's judgment. Although the Black Prison was independent, the mistakes Van Gogh made were enough to make him lose his position as the successor of the warden. Without this position, even if he is not dealt with now, Van Gogh's future will be extremely dark.
The referee has too many ways to turn Van Gogh into a walking zombie. It is not necessary to kill him and let him continue to fight for the referee, but also to make Van Gogh suffer extremely cruel punishment.
"Teacher, I want that piece of equipment, and then... leave."
"leave!"
"Yes, teacher, I think I am not suitable to survive in the Black Prison. Even if I become the warden in the future, I will not be able to reach their level. The Holy See now wants to destroy the empire of the entire continent. I don't know what will happen in the future. Do it." Van Gogh said with some shame.
"But where do you have somewhere to go?"
"Alchemy City, after I have that piece of equipment, I can disguise myself as a magician."
"You will fall, child..."
"So what? Teacher, I met a ninth-level fallen magician. He is very special. He is not decadent at all, and he can also have an influence on me."
"Have you decided yet?" The old man in black robe was a little disappointed and a little excited. This strange expression appeared alternately on his face. What is disappointing is that his student is about to fall, and from now on, he will have no successor. In the dark prison, he became alone again. What is exciting is that if Van Gogh successfully avoided the corrosion of his soul after his fall and could continue to advance, that would be something worth studying.
For this reason, he was even willing to capture some magicians for experimentation to see if there was any way to make the fallen magicians more powerful without any side effects.
In the eyes of the people of the Inquisition, this was not considered blasphemy, for conflicts between gods also broke out. In the battle for the Kingdom of God, the enemies may be believers of other gods. If a method to corrupt enemy believers is discovered, these magicians used for experiments can be regarded as sacrifices to the Lord of Glory.
"It's okay if you want that piece of equipment, but I need to do an experiment."
Van Gogh knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the teacher. This kind of etiquette was usually reserved for gods. Only a man who was ready to fall would do such a blasphemous way.
Van Gogh risked his life and returned to Black Prison Island for the equipment that his teacher left privately, which was obtained by the older generation of Black Prison elders when they excavated the ruins of the First Dynasty. Everyone had embezzled a lot of things, but none of the elders knew about the teacher, so if Van Gogh dared to ask for it, it would not implicate the teacher.
The old man in black robe stood up, opened the stove door facing Van Gogh, and said: "Go in."
"Go in?" Van Gogh was startled.
"Well, put on your armor and go in. I will smelt the armor and your body with divine light. When you fall, most of the punishment will be borne by this armor. Otherwise... you have received so much divine grace. , if you can die directly, you are extremely lucky."
Van Gogh gritted his teeth and jumped into the furnace. There is no one he can trust except his teacher. If the teacher wanted to harm him, he would have no choice but to accept his fate. Van Gogh felt that he was lucky enough. There was no one else he could trust on Black Prison Island.
If you are killed by your teacher, then you are just like others. If you are saved by your teacher...
Van Gogh thought of the white-haired fallen magician, and he had infinite expectations in his heart. People always want to live well. Others are unable to resist when faced with this kind of thing, but Van Gogh will never give up. He had planned to betray him since he first received the gift from the gods, but this day came too suddenly, making it difficult for him to accept it.
In the huge metal furnace, the divine light shines in the furnace, encounters the crystals on the furnace wall, and then automatically reflects to another angle. Van Gogh sat in the middle, letting the divine light penetrate his body. The armor could not stop the refining of the divine light at all.
At the beginning, Van Gogh could still endure the pain. When the silver armor was completely integrated into his body, the pain reached a peak. Van Gogh painfully wanted to tear the armor out of his body, but found that his body had already Completely out of control.
He wanted to open his mouth and call out to the teacher, but the old man in black robe was just beating the sacred words into the furnace one by one from outside. He did not take out the original piece of equipment in the furnace, but integrated it into Van Gogh's body.
Compared with the magician's human alchemy and that of the black-robed old man, it was obviously much worse. Even Impos didn't have such an ability. After all, Impos is only a ninth-level mage, and this old man in black robe can use this furnace to borrow the power of the gods.
Van Gogh was determined to treat his body as unwell, but the pain deep in his soul was unbearable. Countless divine inscriptions in the body have been refined, and what was once a gift from the gods has now become an abyss of pain.
The old man in black robe patiently refined his student. He must refine all the divine marks in Van Gogh's body and integrate them into the silver armor. Because the silver armor is integrated into the body first, this is not considered corruption, but at most it is a trick. When Van Gogh truly fell, that is to say, when he was betrayed by the gods, most of the punishment would be borne by this armor.
Only his divine refining technique can do this. The furnace itself is a divine tool, and it was refined by another god. It was snatched by the Lord of Glory and given to the believers of Mels Continent.
The continent of Mels is the center of many planes, and it is the most important one. The Lord of Glory took advantage of the fall of the gods to secretly spread the faith here, and the cost was not small. If it were in the past, it would not be his turn to get involved here.
Both the master and the disciple understood how terrible the punishment of the gods was, so Van Gogh did not doubt too much and allowed the teacher to help him clean up the divine grace in his body.
So what about pain? Van Gogh himself is trapped by the furnace and wants to leave, unless he still has the Gun of Order in his hand.
Outside the small courtyard, hundreds of black-armored soldiers, led by a priest in black, blocked the door. The priest in black hesitated for a moment, then said to the door: "Master Carlo, may I ask, has Van Gogh been here?"
"No." The old man in black robe answered, without stopping the movements of his hands, but speeding up the refining.
The priest in black looked at a crystal slice in his hand, but there was no reaction. It seemed that Master Carlo was not lying. He glanced into the courtyard with some worry, and the crystal suspended in the sky suddenly burst out with a ray of golden light, directly piercing his eyes.
The black-clothed priest roared wildly, and his left eye exploded. The black-armored soldier behind him nervously drew his weapon and was about to rush into the courtyard.
The black-clothed priest was shocked and angry. He just took one more look and was stabbed blind. After all, he is also the judge in the tribunal, so why doesn’t the old man give him any face
"Carlo, how dare you..."|The priest in black had no intention of stopping his men. He did not believe that an old man in the black prison dared to massacre the troops of the Inquisition. Now the Inquisition has garrisoned troops on Black Prison Island and is preparing for the conquest at sea. If Carlo doesn't understand the general situation, the warden will not protect his shortcomings.
He was only halfway out of his words when the golden light surged in his injured eye socket. With a pop, the black-clothed priest's head was shattered into a ball of blood mist. Carlo didn't care where he came from. On Black Prison Island, no one else was allowed to enter his yard. Even the warden had to wait outside.
The black-clothed priest didn't know the truth, so he lost his life in vain. The black-armored soldiers under him were furious, and the leading soldier was the first to rush into the courtyard. Hundreds of people poured in.
Carlo sighed and shouted in a low voice: "My God, purify!"
"Stop!" An angry shout came from the distance, and a warrior wearing heavy armor and holding a halberd rushed over. Behind him were more than twenty priests in black.
Above the courtyard, a soft light burst out from the suspended crystals. The white light was also mixed with a trace of gold. This light shone on the black-armored soldiers. The black-armored soldiers disintegrated one after another, and blood flowed across them.
Originally, this small courtyard could only accommodate about a hundred people. Somehow, more than three hundred black-armored soldiers squeezed in and were completely wiped out by a purification spell. The blood of the corpse poured into the earth and was absorbed by the plants in the yard. The corpses of the black-armored soldiers were also swallowed by a huge cave that appeared on the ground.
The seemingly peaceful courtyard hides infinite murderous intent. Carlo is the most powerful divine refiner on Black Prison Island. How could his residence be defenseless
When the warrior in heavy armor came outside the courtyard, the soldiers inside were already dead, with no corpses left. He pushed up his mask angrily and shouted to the courtyard: "Carlo, how dare you kill the people of the Inquisition!"
"Dare you, please go away." Carlo's voice was ethereal, and the warrior's face was distorted.
"Okay, I'll go, you just wait for the punishment from the referee!"
"Punishment?" Carlo sneered: "Since you don't want to respect me, then you can stay too!"
PS: I have to add that don’t use the world structure in other people’s books to cover the content of the badge. The world I designed has its own rules. V! ~!
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