"..." Eden stared at the ring.

This ring is one of the few things he gave to others.

That bloodthirsty fool.

Carter Lucas.

There are very few cultists who are willing to give up their own interests for a win-win situation.

But that guy is an exception.

The guy showed kindness to anyone willing to desecrate the order.

Yes, people whose hands are stained with the blood of others, who blaspheme humanity, have a certain popularity among evil people.

That guy is a murderous genius.

A tool for getting things done.

It is also the only pagan chess piece that Eden is willing to use.

Eden's pupils shrank.

He never thought about letting Carter leave so easily.

After he captured Servais, it had another use.

Ken's fingers shook slightly.

One piece of paper after another was taken out of the ring.

Eden's pupils also moved with his fingers.

Eden knew what Carter Lucas was doing today.

That's something he himself knew.

The soul blasphemer planned to capture a third-level little warlock alive.

A fledgling.

There is nothing to be wary of.

Weak.

A warlock who doesn't understand darkness and was even tricked into working by his few words.

Eden never thought about it.

The guy he felt was troublesome.

The guy who is known as the soul-chasing death knell.

Would die from such a little warlock.

It was already clear to Eden that Carter Lucas was dead.

Even if it is not dead, it is no longer useful.

To him, a useless person is no different from a dead person.

He had seen Ken Service's broken umbrella.

A warlock who pays attention to his appearance is holding a broken umbrella.

He even used cold water to stimulate his spirit.

This means that he has just experienced a battle.

There was even an ambush against him.

But he won.

Eden's eyes looked at Ken's wet clothes.

The clothes are not damaged.

No wounds were seen on the body.

In fact, Ken's own clothes were torn long ago.

After all, he had his heart ripped out by Carter, and then he regenerated his body and tore almost all of his clothes to pieces.

This is a spare item.

The damaged parts of Ken's body were also repaired to their original appearance.

Naturally, no wounds can be seen.

From the outside, Ken was just wet and had not experienced any fighting.

But, Carter died.

He was killed by this little warlock who Eden never looked at and thought he was dead.

Ken took out exactly seven hundred copies of the three-ring basic model and placed them on the table.

He looked at Eden, this old warlock who was obviously a little older, with acne on his face and dark circles under his eyes, and seemed a little unbelievable.

Ken reminded: "Seven hundred copies are here. You can check the quality and quantity. The next seven hundred copies will be handed over to you in two or three days."

After Emilia strengthened Ken.

Ken can engrave no less than 300 three-ring basic seals in one day.

This task can be completed quickly.

Eden looked at these seals with a solemn expression.

He gently picked up a piece of paper.

The spiritual power extends upward.

The above structure slowly expanded and turned into a completely different structure.

Eden's mental power had spread halfway and suddenly stopped spreading.

The structure on it elastically returns to its original shape without damage.

'A mere practical person...'

Eden knew this guy was a genius.

He also learned from the... extremely perfect Miss Mansfield that the information about those crazy people in the Guiyuan Sect was very important to Ken.

But the three-ring basic seal is not a popular product.

Even for higher-level sorcerers, making this kind of seal is time-consuming.

To a warlock, time is money.

Therefore, it is necessary to spend a lot of money and connections to obtain this kind of goods that are rarely circulated in the market.

According to the well-known axioms of the academic warlocks, those of the practical school are poor and money-obsessed.

So, when Eden made this request, he just wanted to see this guy hit a wall.

Feel the pain of society.

But this Servais.

It only took eight or nine days.

I got more than 700 tickets.

And there will be more than 700 more in two days.

Eden looked at these seals with serious eyes.

even.

The size and quality are very good.

“The quantity is just right and the quality is up to standard.”

He spoke reluctantly.

He stood up, thought for a while, and handed a towel to the warlock first.

"Wipe it, don't catch a cold." He said as kindly as possible: "As for the Guiyuan Sect's information, I will get it for you right now."

He turned around.

His originally kind expression turned cold, and he walked towards the bedroom expressionlessly.

He tried to control his breathing.

The warlock has just experienced a battle.

He...should have some ability to restrain Carter, maybe it's the help of his mentor, maybe it's good luck, Eden tried to convince himself.

But these are no reasons.

He had to admit it.

I once again underestimated Ken Servais.

The man who once killed him.

He walked to the bookcase.

Pick up a stack of information.

'Are you going to kill this warlock...'

He asked himself coldly.

His eyes were full of coldness.

The current warlock has experienced a battle.

No matter how miserable Carter was, he could not have failed to tear off a piece of flesh from the three-ring warlock before he died.

This is his territory.

It is also the table of evil gods.

If he wants to take action.

Ken Servais must die.

But he hesitated.

The resources they once supplied were interrupted by the Paladins.

That castle is their biggest source of funds and a smuggling transfer station.

But it was inexplicably destroyed.

The sacrifices used to offer sacrifices to the great dream god were also lost.

A contact person who comes from outside.

I don’t know why it didn’t show up…

Something seemed to have gone wrong with the messenger of the Dream God, and he was intercepted midway.

The most complete dream blasphemy machine.

Destroyed by rats from nowhere.

And the dream that belongs to him, obtained by sacrificing most of his soul, is the world that only belongs to him.

It also collapsed.

Or because of his own mistakes, he was destroyed by this damn warlock sitting in his home.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! And the powerful friend, the guy who pursued Lucas' secret technique, was also killed by this warlock.

A plan that has been in operation for decades, just when it is about to be completed, is like poking a hornet's nest.

There is air leakage everywhere.

As a result, they were noticed by the temple, and the defense level of Restoration City was more than twice as strong as before!

He finally sighed.

You can't kill him.

It's not that it can't be killed, it's that it can't be killed.

What was originally a mockery like a joke, the one thousand four hundred and three-ring basic seal, now turned into the last piece of the puzzle to fill in these omissions.

Not only can't you kill.

I can't let him die.

Especially if the warlock comes to him and dies, not only will the last piece of the puzzle disappear, but his own life will not be guaranteed.

He silently recited the name of the god he believed in.

The gods trust him.

Trust him enough to let him come to the territory of the Mother Goddess and make plans.

If he is caught by the temple, the dream god will also fall into a deep sleep.

But the dream god still loved him and did not warn him to leave this place.

Maybe the gods also know.

I have been operating here for so many years and have paid too much.

And, once you give up here...

You cannot please the gods yourself.

I can't continue to prolong my life, and I can't step on the faces of those in the past and tell them who are the real ones chosen by God...

shame.

What a shame!

After being insulted by that girl Amy.

I was insulted by this warlock again.

Even if something went wrong again, he would have no choice but to risk the god being harmed and forcefully start the plan.

This was something he didn't dare to think about.

After all, everything I have now is obtained by trying hard to please that person.

The person did not cast his gaze on him for a long time, which gave him some free space, but he did not dare to make any mistakes.

Ken sat on the sofa and gently wiped the water stains from his head.

Although his physical condition has deteriorated a bit, he still hasn't caught a cold due to the cold water.

He waited quietly for a while.

Eden came over with a stack of information, which he put in a plastic bag. He said kindly:

"This is what I promised you. For the half of the information, you can check the content first. If you want, you can read it here."

The amount of data is not large.

Ken took it into his hands.

"The Guiyuan Sect destroyed the Lucas family records...the Guiyuan Sect's investigation, the logical analysis of the Guiyuan Sect's behavior..."

Ken took a quick glance and confirmed that this was indeed the Guiyuan Sect.

Because he saw the sign.

Snakes and fish.

The same symbol as the ring on his hand.

Ken now wears three rings on his finger.

Snake and fish, the ring given by Andy, the trophy ring.

And these rings are very useful.

"Thank you, senior, I won't interrupt." Ken stood up and put the towel aside.

For Ken, he came here just for this information. Once he has the information, there is no need to stay here anymore.

After all, he and Eden were not familiar with each other.

Watching the Warlock's figure gradually go away.

Eden could only look at his back in front of the door with a gloomy face.

The enemy is right in front of you.

Life is under your control.

But he had to let him go.

"Ken Servais...Amy Knox..."

Eden slowly read these two names.

This was the one who caused him such insult.

He was also the one who insulted him while he was still alive after he became a priest.

The door slammed shut.

Eden gritted his teeth.

He will make these two people pay the price!

…

Cold rain.

It's really good for refreshing your spirit.

Although today is still the Brenda Festival in Restoration City, under the freezing heavy rain, only hurried pedestrians can be seen on the road.

Shadows holding umbrellas passed by.

Ken's unique figure also attracted a lot of attention.

"..." Ken stopped.

There are gradually fewer pedestrians.

Although the time is close to noon.

But the pedestrians on the street are even more hurried.

Like a driven lamb.

From figures passing by each other to a sparse flow of people.

Then, he was the only one left on the street.

This is not some small alley.

The sky is getting gloomier.

The wind blew on Ken's body, and he gently closed his umbrella.

It's still raining around.

But the rain did not drip on Ken's body.

There seems to be a barrier separating Ken from this world.

"Cold?"

A gentle female voice came from behind.

"If it's cold, you can tell me."

The tone was very cordial.

And he doesn't hide his feelings.

Ken slowly turned his head.

During this season, there are many trees without leaves on the roadside.

A figure with purple hair was sitting on a branch.

Her hair was much longer than Ken had ever seen her.

But it's not as long as in the dream.

Both hands cleverly grasped the branches.

Her upper body was wearing a dark robe.

The robe was very close-fitting, and the girl's curves were revealed in front of Ken's eyes.

She was wearing a small and cute skirt.

Her legs are very long.

The thighs are very white.

The calf is wrapped in black silk fabric.

Ken saw her from this angle for the first time.

The delicate lotus feet, which are like works of art, are gently swaying in mid-air.

Although it is wrapped.

But Ken could see the delicate arcs and small shapes.

Shake your feet slightly and hook your toes slightly.

Like seducing other people's heartstrings.

One can't help but think that it would be a wonderful thing to play with such a work of art in one's hands.

Ken nodded and said:

"It's really cold."

He didn't move.

Keep turning your head.

Her fingers tightly grasped the umbrella in her hand.

"Yeah, yeah." The purple-haired girl nodded helpfully.

A pair of works of art sway happily.

"Good children, good children are rewarded."

She raised her palm slightly.

A gentle wave.

Ken felt a warm wind blowing over his body.

He looked at his body.

His clothes are dry.

All water stains are gone.

The excess rainwater on the skin has also disappeared, but the skin is not dry at all.

This control.

Epic priest?

This control was beyond Ken's knowledge, and he could only define it as epic.

and.

She is not Amy.

Her eyes were full of deep love.

That is no hidden love.

There is no need to hide your love at all.

This power is not something Amy should reach so quickly.

Although she looks the same as Amy.

But he is not a person at all.

Ken swallowed.

He has felt this kind of unabashed favor.

In reality, he has only perceived one thing.

He seemed to know the identity of the person in front of him.

He tentatively asked:

"Emily...Lea?"

It's Emilia.

Not that petite, greedy little girl with a sickle who loves cold drinks.

What he blasphemed.

cheating.

Even a realistically hostile evil god.

The evil god who likes all depravity, likes twisted jokes, and tries to replace the real world.

Rebellious dream, Emilia.

A gentle smile appeared on the little face that was exactly the same as Amy. She looked at Ken lovingly and said:

"It is a sin to call me by my first name, but I allow you to call me by my first name, my beloved disciple."

Her voice is very soft and sweet, just like Amy.

But she admitted her identity.

It is [God].

It's Emilia.

She looked at the man who was as stiff as a stone and said with a smile:
Chapter completed!