They all call me an evil god Vol. 1 [MTL]

Ch 101

Chapter 101 

Victor seemed to regain a little strength and sat up stiffly.

Alanna held a cloud of white light in her right hand and landed lightly in front of him, her silver-gray wings fluttering gently.

"Sorry teacher, I'm coming back late."

Victor had a splitting headache.

The gentle and kind voice roared and whispered in his mind like a cascading wave, and the next moment it seemed to penetrate his mental barrier, but it was something powerful that held him firmly.

"Alana?"

He spoke with some difficulty.

"Your spirituality is depleted, wait a minute."

Alana stood up and walked over to Charlotte, who was clutching her shoulders on the ground and frantically retreating.

"No, no, don't come near me!"

Charlotte fell not lightly, and the other wing disappeared naturally as the rank fell, and she had more than a dozen fractures all over her body, and had to spend a lot of spiritual energy to repair it.

She desperately tried to activate the command to get out of the dream, but the dream source body, which was extremely obedient in the depths of her consciousness, did not respond.

"What the hell are you?!"

The mythical form of an angel can be conjured, indicating that this person is above the rank of an angel. But she obviously set up dream protection, if there is an invasion of high-level transcendentals, the dream will automatically collapse.

Could it be that the tremor was a sign of the collapse of the dream? But why did it stabilize again?

She swallowed, and had a terrible guess. The dream consciousness bypassed her instructions and chose to follow Alanna.

"I'm not obligated to answer your questions." Alana grabbed her head with one hand.

Charlotte didn't have much left of her spirit, and her rank had dropped to the Sage level, so she couldn't resist Alana's lightning-fast attack. The protective circle had not even appeared before it could be shattered by the spiritual blade.

Undead skills, drain life.

The spiritual power of the Sage-level quickly poured into Alana's palm like a floodgate open, and Charlotte was covered in pain like a pinprick and let out a painful wail.

"You," she struggled to spit out, "you can't kill me, I'm the Archon's wife, a high-ranking dream priest."

Seeing that Alana was unresponsive, she hurriedly added, "Sacrificer, the bones of those sacrificed civilians are in my hands!"

As Charlotte's spirituality bottomed out, Alanna stopped.

With a thud, Charlotte fell to the ground, her eyes without the happiness of the rest of her life, full of dazed and desperate.

lost, her years of business and calculations came to naught in an instant!

When she opened her eyes, what awaited her was the joint trial of the Magic God Cult and the Dream God Cult, and she was afraid that she would have to spend the rest of her life in prison.

Is it really better to live like this than to die?

"Teacher," Alana helped Victor and slowly sent the absorbed spirit into his body little by little.

The external spiritual power cannot be fused with the self-generated, just like electricity with different voltages. However, it is still possible to use it in an emergency.

Victor's consciousness filled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was slightly startled when he looked at the familiar and unfamiliar girl in front of him.

"Hey, take a hand!"

Nock's shouting pulls Victor back from his complicated emotions.

"Hey, I'm still stuck here," Arthur waved weakly as he was dragged to the platform by Nock in his cage.

"Come on, teacher," Alana gave up.

Victor nodded, he now had Charlotte's spirituality flowing in his consciousness, and he could trick the cage to a certain extent and let it release Arthur on its own initiative.

A white ray shot out of his hand and fell straight into the cage. With a click, the cage broke in the middle, and Arthur breathed a sigh of relief and patted the dust and climbed up.

"It's time to go," Alanna said, looking at the sky.

This place should have collapsed, and it was she who forcibly reversed the dream consciousness.

"Let's go, let's talk about something to talk about." Victor spoke.

Charlotte was powerless to stop it, and could only watch as the figures disappeared into the dream world.

In the distance, the sky collapsed one by one, making a low sound like a death knell. Fireworks and smoke fell from the sky, as if the gods had punished the world. The world is on its way to destruction.

That's not the end, though.

She had the answers the Night Watchman and the Cult of Magic wanted, and they and she would come to see her.

Gaudí waved his hand, and the picture of "Elaine" in the dark mirror disappeared completely, gradually shrinking and falling from mid-air, and returned to his palm.

He cast another amnesia spell with his hand, and a faint gray glow fell on each of the priests and night watchmen.

Knowledge related to gods is extremely polluting and damaging to ordinary people.

Although he used mental protection just now, as long as there are images left in the memories of these transcendents, they will be slowly eroded.

As for the two Night Watchmen, if Alana wanted to tell her true identity, he wouldn't interfere.

When Helen rushed back, she happened to wake up Victor, and hurriedly asked another dream priest and priest to do their best to sprinkle several rounds of healing and spiritual cleansing.

Vanessa was the most seriously injured, but fortunately, the potion was used in time, and there was no irreparable damage to her mind. It only takes psychotropic drugs for a period of time to recover.

With this wave of merit and Victor's recommendation, it was a foregone conclusion that she would join the Night Watchman in the spring.

A group of clerics gathered around Victor, reporting to him about the actual attack, the results of surveillance at the Downing Street Consulate's mansion, and the preliminary investigation of Charlotte.

Alana sat quietly in the corner after handing over the cognitive erasure circle she had brought out to Helen.

Her heart was beating uncontrollably.

Victor, Nock, and Arthur learn that there is something wrong with her identity. Will they be okay with it? Are you still willing to spend time with her as before?

Modifying human cognition is God's foundational ability. Therefore, if she "prays" that Victor and the Seventh Team will still love her and trust her, then this is bound to happen.

Because her personality is high enough.

But there is no difference between doing that and stifling their will.

"Alanna," Victor stood up and walked towards her after arranging a series of things such as capturing Charlotte, negotiating with the Archon, and informing the Cult of Dreams.

Alanna's heart skipped a beat, "Teacher?

Victor stared at her for a few seconds and couldn't help but chuckle.

He couldn't connect the high-ranking existence of the hand-torn angel just now with the well-behaved and tough child in front of him.

After they were really connected, he had a complicated feeling. On the one hand, he is proud that the children's grades and strength in the family are far better than he thought.

But on the other hand, he felt lost, and thought that he could teach her for many years, but in the blink of an eye, he was protected by her.

He slowly stepped forward and gently touched her soft hair, "It's hard work today, go back and have a good rest."

Charlotte's affairs still need to be handled by him personally, and there are many people here, and it is not suitable for chatting and talking. Besides, he needed a little time to digest it.

So, next time you visit Kappa Street, it's a long time coming.

Alana felt the warmth of his palm and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay."

"Then I'll go first, there's news for me." Victor admonished.

"Ahem," a certain immortal bird that pretended to be dead quickly flapped its wings and flew onto Victor's shoulder.

This scene just now brought him back to his senses.

Alanna is a student of Victor, and even his anonymous daughter. Suddenly, the image of his subordinate suddenly became taller!

Moreover, he has always regarded Victor as a son (bushi), so he and Alanna are also a family, aren't they?

"I'll take you back to Kappa Street," Nock stood up and glanced at Arthur, "You come too."

"Oooh," Arthur stiffened, almost on his hands and feet.

Alanna immediately understood what he meant, and agreed: "Okay."

"What about me, Ace, and Victoria?" Tina always felt that the atmosphere between the three of them was a little weird.

"I'll send you back," Helen replied.

"Huh?" Tina glanced at Nock and saw that the other party really didn't mean to take them, so she had to nod, "Then thank you, Lord Helen."

"I'm going to Capa Street too?" Gaudi walked towards Alana without hesitation, smiling softly.

Alana glanced at Liam, thinking that Gaudí wanted to be by his side, and she complied.

When he arrived at Gaudí's carriage, he immediately confessed and told him about using "Elaine" to peep into dreams and seal the memories of the priests and night watchmen present.

"Their memories are just seals, not completely erased. If they increase in strength in the future, or if you want to recover, you can always remove the spell effect.

Alana held her forehead, she didn't expect the horse to come so suddenly and completely.

Although Gaudí knew the severity and sealed the memories of others. But he himself, Pope Elton, must have been in the know. But think about it, since Liam is here for her, it is only a matter of time before Gaudí discovers the truth.

At least, judging from Gaudí's reaction, Liam did not take the initiative to tell the truth, and it was Gaudí himself who discovered it.

Gaudí looked at Alanna's expression and added, "Rest assured, I will never reveal the secret of your identity, even to my fellow Churchmen.

"And Victor and those two Night Watchmen, if you need me to seal their memories, please feel free to ask."

Alanna thought for a moment, shook her head, and said, "Teacher Victor's personality is high enough, he can withstand the memories in the dream realm, so let him keep it." As for the captain and Arthur, I'll talk to them.

"Yes," Gaudí muffled secretly.

"Let's take a break." Liam, who had been quiet, spoke at the right time.

"Huh?" Alana looked at Him.

"You're tired." No one else can see it, but He can.

Alana's spiritual strength was not at a high level, and she forcibly conjured up an angel-level mythical form in her dream, which caused a lot of burden on her soul.

This is the sequelae caused by the overuse of Godhead fragments, which cannot be cured by ordinary repair potions, holy light spells, or even the power of the magic circle, it takes time, or the power of the gods.

"When you see me come out safely, you should say, 'It's been a hard job, welcome back,'" Alana glanced at him.

Liam didn't answer, and insisted, "Rest." With me, there will be no accident from here to Kappa Street.

Alanna was a little surprised, did this mean that Liam, who had been watching from the sidelines, took a slight step towards her camp?

The corners of her lips rose, "That's what you said, then I'll sleep." The

tiredness and pain that welled up in the depths of her soul really made her a little unbearable.

Alanna closed her eyes, her breathing gradually steady, but the position of sitting and sleeping was really uncomfortable, and her head tilted and she was about to smash into the seat.

But at this moment, a hand held her head and sent her shoulder up.

Gaudí's pupils widened.

Liam didn't notice his gaze and leaned in her direction, making sure her head was at a comfortable angle. At the same time, he pinched her wrist and slowly injected a wisp of power into it.

Gaudí's mood was indescribable for a while.

For a long time, he couldn't hold back, and asked in an inward prayer, "Lord, you came into the world this time because of Alanna, right?"
After
asking, Gaudí regretted it again, and Liam obviously would not answer such a question.

But then, that familiar voice sounded in his heart.

"Well, she invited me to dinner."

Gaudí: ???

With a glance, I saw the shallow curvature of the corners of Liam's mouth.