"You didn't see that I rubbed out a layer of mud just now." Ash shrugged: "Last night I rolled around in the rain and fought with the Holy Land. I was dirty and tired. Not to mention the Four Pillars Gods breaking in, even if the Four Pillars Gods themselves came to trouble me, I would definitely take this bath!" Although Igula himself was also very comfortable in the bath, he couldn't help but say: "If we can use this time to find an escape route..." "Escape? How to escape?" Harvey put down the plate, burped, and said calmly: "Don't look at the fact that there is no one here, there are thirteen magicians guarding outside, and one of them is a magician from the Holy Land. Even if you go to pee, they will definitely send someone to help you. How can you escape?" "I am a psychic who is proficient in dominating factions." Igula said coldly: "I never need others to leave gaps, and a fraudster will not expect others not to cover their wallets." "But how many can you control?" Harvey said casually, "And can you control the Sanctuary? Not to mention that the Four Pillars Cult should have surrounded the Fire Temple, and the escape route would have been blocked long ago. Ash's suggestion is correct - instead of racking our brains to think of countermeasures, it is better to take a bath to keep our spirits up and wait for fate to serve us a feast." "Interesting, I used to take baths most frequently, and you usually took antiseptics as cleaning. Now you know the benefits of taking baths." Igula laughed angrily, "As the first gospel, Ash will definitely receive the highest level of attention, but you are not. You obviously have the ability and opportunity to find opportunities, instead of using empty values here to refute my suggestions!" "You are too scared to die." Harvey shook his head, "You are obviously not mentally prepared, why did you come with me? As a fraudster, is regret a professional stain on you?" "You want to die too much... But you are a necromancer, so I can understand that. After all, who doesn't want to soak in preservative fluid?" Igula's tone was full of sarcasm: "And I didn't mean to come here. I just accidentally got involved because I wanted to save Anfil." "... I'm sorry." Ash almost sank into the water, "It's my fault that I got you into trouble this time." The two men's expressions froze, and no one paid attention to Ash's words. "… Just think of it as you doing it for Anfil." Harvey said, "But instead of imagining that we can get away unscathed, you might as well think about how to fight your way out later." "Fighting is necessary, but it is not the goal, but the means and bargaining chip." Igula said, "If the Four Pillars can really annihilate the Fire Temple, we will most likely not be able to escape, but we can surrender." "Surrender?" "Since Gospel believes that I can build a Four Pillars from scratch, why can't I integrate into the Four Pillars here, or even seize power when the opportunity arises?" Igula has begun to change his mind: "If we can't beat them, we can join them. This is reasonable, so even if we break through head-on, we have to show our value, just treat it as an interview in a foreign country." "… Whatever you want." Harvey lowered his eyelids: "Just discuss it with Ash." Nervous. Panic. Confused. Although no one would admit it, Harvey and Igula were indeed affected by these negative emotions. Even if they were necromancers who followed the footsteps of death, or psychics who were good at adjusting emotions, they could not be immune to the influence of unfamiliar environments, especially since they had finally gotten familiar with the Gospel Kingdom, but were suddenly thrown into this strange country. Anyone would definitely be irritable, even cats have stress reactions. Thinking about it this way, when Annan captured them, he immediately stuffed them into a carriage filled with anesthetic spray, which seemed very considerate - they were so sleepy and tired that they didn't even have the room to worry about negative emotions. Harvey and Igula didn't really have any conflicts with each other, or it was not a one-day or two-day thing that they couldn't stand each other. They simply found a familiar person to release their mental pressure, so they were full of gunpowder when they spoke. Blaming and blaming others is indeed a quick way for humans to reduce blood pressure. But one of them, Rusty Crow, and one Ghost King, were able to quickly adjust their mental state. In comparison, the other person who seemed to be completely unconcerned about the current situation seemed very strange. "Ash, why don't you seem to be worried at all?" Igula asked, "Do you have a way to escape from here? For example, the trump card that Diyin prepared for you?" "No, no," Ash waved his hand and smiled bitterly, "If I had that kind of thing, I would take you away directly. Why would I stay here? But I'm really not worried." "To put it in a high EQ way, I've seen too many storms. To put it in a low EQ way, I've been beaten by fate and don't want to hum." He spread his hands, "I was imprisoned, the Blood Moon Trial, escaped from prison, escaped from the Blood Moon, was sold by Annan, became Annan's employee, became a member of Sennheiser's tribe, worked as a dog for Beldette, assassinated the princess, the first gospel... this is only half of it." "Although the current predicament is indeed unsolvable, which of my past experiences was easy? Even if I were a fat Labrador, I should have become a fish-slaying dragon after training now. And..." "And what?" Ash stood up from the bathtub, picked up the towel next to him and wrapped it around him, He looked at them and said, "Although I feel that this idea is not very good, I sincerely feel that it is great to be able to implicate you two." "A necromancer who desecrates corpses, a fraudster who plays with people's hearts. Embarking on an unknown journey with you two..." The cult leader couldn't help laughing: "(*￣▽￣) It's really reassuring." "To put it in a good way, it's to eliminate harm for the people. To put it in a bad way, even if everyone dies together, there will be someone to cover the bottom, right?" At this time, Igula suddenly reached out and grabbed Ash's ankle, dragging him back to the bathtub, splashing a wave. Ash's dirty words were choked in his throat, and just as he floated up, he was pushed down by Harvey. This time, the cult leader was also angry. He was also proficient in the water school. These two guys dared to play with him in the water? Ash was seen diving in the water like a fish dragon and dragging the two of them down. The three sanctuary magicians fought in the bathtub to the edge of the universe, and the avenue was wiped out. When the water in the bathtub was half empty, the three of them wrapped themselves in towels and left in disappointment. However, Igula and Harvey seemed to be assimilated by Ash. The worry and confusion on their brows were much less, and they were more confident and calm. Ash then broke out an exciting speculation: "You don't have to be so nervous. The Fire Temple should have a trump card to counter the Four Pillars God Cult." Igula: "Why do you think so?" "Because the ability of the First Gospel is intelligence, not combat power." Ash said: "When you are chased by a vicious dog, do you need a stick or a "Handbook of Beating Vicious Dogs with a Long Stick"? However, the Fire Temple was ecstatic about summoning the latter, which can only mean..." Igula suddenly realized: "They have a stick to beat the vicious dog, but they just can't use it!" ... ... ... In fact, it was just as Ash expected. When they changed their clothes and came out of the palace, the red-robed priest had been waiting outside for a long time: "First Gospel, the god-hosting ceremony is ready. All the creatures in the Fire Tribulation are thirsting for your rain and dew, and the heretics and villains are afraid of your thunder." Harvey took the initiative to ask: "What is the god-hosting ceremony?" "A ceremony to entrust the power of the gods and the great law." The red-robed priest said: "The gods and the great laws of the Fire Tribulation Temple will follow the First Gospel to fight together." "Hosting gods?!" Igula was stunned: "Did you originally possess a god?" The red-robed priest glanced at Ash, confirmed that he had no intention of explaining, and explained: "It's not a real god, but a god's great law that is only one step away from the gods." "In our land of Senluo, everyone has divinity, and everyone can be a great law. In the Dawn of the Gods a hundred years ago, there was a grand scene in Senluo where eight hundred great laws coexisted in the world!" "But not everyone can use the power of the law. Ordinary magicians can only rely on the glory of the law. In order to fight against the four pillars of heresy, we must fully exert the power of the law!" The red-robed priest looked at Ash with eager eyes: "It is said that the First Gospel can control any divine law. Please follow me to perform the god-hosting ceremony, and then the First Gospel you will be in charge of the devastating fire power!" Ash blinked, and his back, which had just been washed, began to sweat again. He didn't expect that he had finally escaped the erosion of the Gospel spirit, but still couldn't escape the fate of being hosted by the spirit. Moreover, these believers surrounded him closely, and the sound of fighting came faintly from outside. The urgency in the eyes of the red-robed priest was no longer concealed. He had no chance to delay or hesitate at all! This time he really had to host it!