The Return of The Lord God

Chapter 102: Western Fantasy Plane 2.1

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"Not only that," the chief red-clothed archbishop hadn't finished speaking, and continued after a while, "Because there is only one chief red-clothed archbishop, so although the other priests participating in the escort cannot get the position of the red-clothed archbishop, they can. Each person will get a volume of the Great Light Spell that only the Pope can read."

Great Bright Spell Scroll!

This is another great blessing!

Bright spells are not learned casually. Elementary spells can be found everywhere and can be learned casually, but as the level increases, some bright spells can only be read by people of the corresponding level.

For example, this scroll of light requires an intermediate priest to read it, but a junior priest has no right to read it.

And the great light spell is the most desirable one among all the light spells. Only the pope can read the great light spell, and other priests have no such right at all.

Even if you can't become the chief archbishop in red, it's worth it in your life to get a scroll of great light spells!

The chief archbishop in red interrupted the noisy priests for the third time, "The blood race came and went without a trace. His Excellency, using tracking techniques, discovered that the aura of the Prince of Wales was moving westward."

After conveying the pope's words, the chief archbishop in red finally looked around the mirror and the square in front of him, and sighed, "I hope you don't delay and leave immediately. If you delay for a day, the Prince of Wales will be in more danger."

The information was transmitted to other churches through the mirror image. The chief cardinal raised the scepter in his hand again, chanted a few spells in his mouth, put away the mutual-view mirror, turned and walked into the temple.

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly put their hands on their chests and bowed respectfully: "Send the Archbishop in red."

After seeing off the archbishop in red, the priests did not leave. Instead, they gathered with the small group that they often come and go on weekdays.

The clothes of the priests of each level are also different. The clothes of the junior priests are just ordinary linen material, and the appearance of the clothes is uniform black, simple, thrifty and generous.

The clothes of the middle-level priests became pale green, and the green was elegant, and at the same time, the clothes were tattooed with the cross pattern unique to the church.

The senior priest's clothes are pure white, with golden patterns tattooed on the hem and sleeves.

The texture of the bishop's clothes has changed since the beginning. Not only are the clothes gorgeous and expensive, but even the patterns are complicated and delicate. The bishop's uniform is also white. Although it is generally white like the senior priests, he can tell who is the bishop at a glance from a distance. The bishop's collar is inlaid with golden collar, the style is loose yet solemn, and the clothes are surrounded by complicated patterns.

The robes of the Twelve Red Archbishops, as the name suggests, are gorgeous red, and the clothes are gorgeous and majestic.

The pope's robe is pure gold, extremely luxurious and noble.

Due to the stark contrast of the clothes, the gaps between the small groups are also revealed.

The friends of high-level priests are generally high-level priests, and the same is true for intermediate-level priests. The number of junior priests is the largest, but they also have the least status. Being able to pass through layers of guards and take the eldest prince Wales out of the palace, this blood clan must not be an ordinary person. If he forms an alliance with a junior priest, he will only be hindered.

The current situation is that junior priests want to rely on senior priests, but senior priests do not intend to bring junior priests to play together.

Cousy looked around, snorted disdainfully, and came to Yafisol, "Yafisol, the senior priest won't take us, so let's not follow. Let's form a group to find the Prince of Wales."

"But there are only two of us." Yafisol said without thinking.

Cousy looked around at the chattering surroundings, put his mouth into Yafei Sol's ear and said mysteriously: "Don't worry, we still have other teammates, follow me." Without saying a word, he took Yafei Thor's arm ran out of the temple.

Yafesol, who was following Cousy, saw the direction of the road, and felt slightly surprised but also reasonable.

They were running in the direction of the Alchemist Union, and he even felt that Cousy was destined to be entangled with the Alchemists.

The two ran for a while, and when they were approaching the Alchemists' Union, Kuxi pulled Afesol and suddenly turned into a narrow and dark path.

This path is narrow and dark, and there is no light source. From here, you can see the dark road outside, but it is a bit blurry from the outside.

After running into the dark alley, Cousy let go of Yafisol and gasped for breath while supporting his knees, then took out a harmonica from the magic bag and played a melody.

Yafisol didn't feel tired at all, he glanced at Cousy, his face hidden in the darkness was indifferent.

After the song was over, the harmonica stopped. Cousy put the harmonica back into the empty position of the magic bag, and Yafisol saw a black shadow suddenly appear out of thin air from the ground in front of Cousy.

The ground was just blank at first, and then he saw something like black ink emerging from the ground.

The ink bubbled up more and more, and finally slowly gathered into the outline of a person. This is not over yet, the outlines merged again, and finally turned into a tall and straight man in a dark attire.

The man was wearing a tight black leather armor, with a piece of clothing tied loosely around his waist. And the man's arms, legs, and chest are covered with metal armor. This is a senior alchemist.

Cousy's eyes lit up when he saw the man, and he said happily, "Olves, long time no see."

The man named Olves glanced at Cousy and said with a smile, "Long time no see, Cousy."

Cousy patted Olves on the chest and said excitedly, "I didn't expect you to be promoted to a senior alchemist so soon."

"You're not bad either. Last time I saw you, you were still a junior priest. When I meet you today, you will become an intermediate priest."

The two talked and laughed as they spoke to each other, as if they had completely forgotten about Yafesol who was hiding in the darkness.

Yafisol couldn't help but sneered in his heart, and deliberately rubbed his feet to make a movement.

Cousy paused suddenly, and asked Olves, "Olves, have you heard about the kidnapping of the Prince of Wales by the blood clan?"

Olves nodded, "This matter was spread in the alliance early this morning, and the leader of the alliance, who seldom came forward, held an alchemist meeting in person, calling on everyone to retrieve the Prince of Wales, and the rewards for this task are quite generous. "

Cousy nodded, "Our temple is the same, the rewards are ridiculously high. By the way, do you have any teammates?"

Alves shook his head, "I've always been alone, and I don't have any teammates yet."

"Since there are no teammates, how about teaming up with the two of us?" Cousy's eyes brightened when he heard that.

Olves seemed to have just discovered Yafesol. He glanced at the junior priest who hid himself in the darkness out of the corner of his eye, thought for a while and nodded, "Yes."

Cousy's eyes almost completed an arc with joy, "Then I will leave tomorrow?"

Olves shook his head, "No, wait a minute, let the large army go first, help us explore the road, and see if there is any ambush along the way."

"Yes, yes, yes. You're still smart!" Cousy looked excited, and could almost be described as dancing.

Seeing the interaction between these two people, Yafisol had a vague premonition in his heart that this trip must be exciting!

Two days later, Yafisol, Cousy and Alves set off behind the others. Yafesol didn't have anything to bring, and the three of them rode three horses and headed west at a leisurely pace.

Along the way, I saw many traces of priests or alchemists, and I don't know what they were chasing, and their steps were quite messy.

Seeing these scattered footsteps, Alves got off his horse to check it out, and when he got back on his horse, he only said "It's the thirteenth generation blood clan" and continued on his way.

Xu is that the blood clan has already swept away, and the three of them did not encounter any danger along the way.

Without stopping, they walked for about a day, and they reached the entrance of the forest when it was almost night.

Looking at the gradually darkening forest, Olves stood outside the forest and did not go in. He said, "The forest is too dangerous. We will camp at the edge of the forest tonight."

Cousy seemed to trust Alves very much, and when he heard what Alves said, he quickly nodded and said, "Okay. Yafisol, let's take a rest here tonight."

Yafesol didn't care, he nodded timidly, "Okay."

The three of them did not light a fire in order to prevent being discovered, and had a hasty dinner. Olves said: "In order to prevent the blood from sneaking at night, the three of us are on duty in turn. Cousy, you are worth 10 o'clock to 1 o'clock, and I am worth 1 o'clock." By 4 o'clock, Yafei Sol is worth 4 o'clock to 7 o'clock, do you have any objections?"

Cousy and Jafesol shook their heads at the same time, and Olves said, "Well, after a day of walking, the horse is also tired. Cousy, you are on duty, I will rest first, remember to wake me up at 1:00. Yafesol, you should also go to bed earlier."

Yafisol nodded and fell asleep.

It was night, Yafesol was suddenly awakened by a burst of intelligence, his body remained motionless, but his eyes suddenly opened.

But the scene that happened in front of his eyes made him almost cry out. Not far from him, two figures stood and overlapped each other, and one of them put his head closer to the neck of the person in front.

It's Cousy and Olves!

The surroundings were very dark, but Yafesol could see the scene in front of him clearly.

Cousy's eyes were closed, his breathing was even, and he seemed to be still in a deep sleep dream. However, Olves, who seemed to be normal during the day, now showed his sharp fangs, and his eyes were even more terrifying blood red.

Olves is actually a fourth-generation blood family! The strongest blood clan second only to the three generations of blood clans!

Suppressing the intense heartbeat, Yafesol slowly closed his eyes and turned over naturally, turning his body away from the two.

Olves is a four-generation vampire, but he somehow hid his aura and sneaked into the human world. No wonder no blood clans attacked them along the way. Now the blood clans who came out to make trouble are all after the fourth generation blood clan, and which blood clan has a higher status than the fourth generation blood clan

Thinking of this, Yafisol felt a chilly wind blowing by his ears. He relaxed his brows, suppressing the urge to open his eyes.

It wasn't until the chilly wind left his side that Yafesol breathed a sigh of relief and slowly opened his eyes.

And in front of his eyes, was a pair of magnified scarlet eyes!