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

Ch 105

Chapter 105 

The Cathedral of Magic, Papal Lounge on the Basement Level
"Your Majesty," Victor saluted as usual, "The reversal of the cognitive modification circle has been completed, and the ashes and souls of the sixteen victims have been sent home. The priests would stay there for three days until they were sent off.

"What was Sean · Franklin's reaction?" The Immortal Bird paced softly on the coffin board.

He seemed to have been aware of his wife's abnormality, and although he was depressed, he did not resist or object. I read your decree on the spot, asking him not to leave York City for the next three months, and he answered.

"Have you inquired about his cultivation?" Elton asked.

"Yes, he doesn't have any spiritual fluctuations in him." Victor paused, "Of course, my judgment may not be correct. Maybe he has an artifact in his hand to hide his breath, or maybe he is higher than me.

Elton nodded, "I've looked at Sean's file in the afternoon, and his experience is coherent and verifiable, and it's not a big problem. Hopefully, what Charlotte did really has nothing to do with him, or else the ruling government in York City will face a purge. "How's

Charlotte doing now?"

"She is still suffering from illness and is in a coma. I'm afraid this will have to wait until Alana herself comes to lift the curse. At the mention of

Alana, the atmosphere in the lounge suddenly became subtle.

Elton rolled his mung bean-sized eyes, wanted to speak and stopped, so he wanted to speak three times, and finally couldn't help asking, "You didn't notice that her identity was strange before?"

Victor wasn't unaware, of course, but that wouldn't be able to tell the truth, "You should know that she's higher than me."

The implication was that if Alanna was deliberately interfering with his cognition, he certainly wouldn't have noticed it.

"And what do you think now?" From his observations, Alanna was above the angels, and the original fragment of the vanished godhead was in her hands.

Coupled with the undead path and the movement of the Frost Holy City, her identity is about to be revealed.

"I'm Alana's teacher." Victor pondered this question all day and finally came up with this sentence.

"Cut," Elton knew this guy was going to react this way. But also, it's all on your thighs, so why bother yourself.

"What are you going to do?" Victor lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

"Huh?" Elton was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he was still hiding a lot of things from this guy, "Ahem, what's that." Actually, I visited Alanna's house not long ago.

"What?" Victor froze.

The immortal bird uncomfortably scratched the plank with its paws, and wrote lightly: "I asked her to help me repair my body, and she agreed." Victor

raised his forehead, and things were certainly not as simple as Elton said.

From a normal point of view, Alana only exercises ranks, so where can she help Elton mend it? I'm afraid he smelled the clues from the prophecy of the destruction of the Divine Cult and decided to go over and take a look, right?

"She's still young, don't burden her."

Elton stopped when he heard this, "What kind of daddy are you?" Didn't you see the ferocity of her tearing angels? Just give me a body repair, what does it cost? Victor

simply stopped talking.

One is a student who has just turned eighteen, and the other is a top boss who is more than a century old, and it is not good to stand in line openly.

"Ahem," he muttered for a moment, and Elton came back to his senses, his voice juring, "Victor, I've been very good to you all these years, haven't I?" Like a biological son? Victor

got goosebumps, "What are you talking about?"

"I don't care," Elton flapped his wings, "you're Alana's family, and I'm family too!"

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

"Oh, I mean, I'm not too young. If one day falls, Alana will have to give me a place in the Frost Holy City, right? I don't want to live in the temple, just get me a high-end house next to the temple. Victor

: "......"

After the gag, Elton finally got serious and looked at him.

"Alanna's existence is one of the greatest secrets on earth, and I, as the Pope of Magic, must report this to the Goddess, do you understand?"

Victor nodded.

Even without the Pope's prayers, it would be impossible to miss Alanna as long as the goddess of magic was casting her gaze on the earthly world. It's not something he can control or stop.

Only, what will the gods think of her?

When the room was quiet, there was a knock on the door of the lounge.

"Your Majesty Elton, Lord Edwin · Lunya, the Sage of the Cult of Dreams, has arrived at the Cathedral of Magic and asked to meet you and visit Charlotte, do you approve it?"

"I still have something to do, let him visit first."

"Yes," the priest quickly dodged back to the ground and bowed, "Lord Edwin, His Majesty the Pope is discussing matters with Lord Victor, please go and visit first."

"Okay," Edwin was naturally 10,000 willing, and his main purpose here was Charlotte.

"Please come with me. Charlotte · Franklin was held on the third basement floor, guarded by three magic priests, three war priests, and two priests.

Edwin paused.

It's such a big battle, it seems that Charlotte's basket this time is not small, and if the Dream God Cult wants to end peacefully, I'm afraid it will have to pay a big price.

At the door of the magic prison on the third basement floor, the priests saluted in unison, "Lord Edwin."

"Can I meet Charlotte?" Edwin asked.

"Yes, yes, but Charlotte has been cursed by the undead and is now in a state of confusion. Even if you want to communicate with her, you can't get a response.

"It's okay, I have my way."

The priests looked at each other and nodded reluctantly, "Yes." Edwin

walked into the cell.

Charlotte was lying flat on a simple plank bed. Under the bed are carved two different circles, one that weakens the spiritual power and the other that locks the consciousness.

Her face was pale, a thin layer of sweat oozed from her forehead, and her eyes were closed but her eyeballs fluttered, as if she was having a nightmare.

But this is an incredible thing for the Dream Priest, and it means losing the basic control of the Dream Realm.

"Charlotte, I know you can hear me." Edwin used the Dream CultistThe unique sound transmission method can directly connect each other's consciousness.

Unsurprisingly, he didn't get any response.

"I'm here to say thank you. Yes, you heard it right, and I want to thank you. If it weren't for you, the Elders wouldn't have changed their mind about me, but now I've been designated as the Pope's successor.

Charlotte's spirituality trembled slightly, indicating that her mood swings were intense.

Edwin smiled pleasantly, "I'll tell you another secret."

"Three months ago, I visited a witch demigod of the Church of the Night, and exchanged precious transcendent materials from her for a chance to ask questions."

"I asked her what I had to do to become the next pope. As a result, guess what she said?

"She went so far as to say that I don't have to do anything, because my opponent will make a fatal mistake and give me the position of the Pope."

Edwin chuckled at this.

"Poof-" Charlotte vomited a mouthful of blood, her body trembling violently.

"Oops! Stabilize her condition! Two wizards hurried to the rescue.

"Lord Edwin," a magical priest looked at him disapprovingly, "you shouldn't have provoked her on purpose.

"I'm sorry," Ed said, but there was only joy in his heart.

"This is the end of your visit, please go upstairs and meet His Holiness the Pope." The priest stepped forward and led him out, and Eddard followed obediently.

But as soon as she got out of the prison, she was confronted by a young woman in a black cloak. Her neckline was embroidered with the Nightwatchman's insignia, and half of her face was hidden in the shadows, giving people an invisible sense of oppression despite her low rank.

Edwin subconsciously thought that the other party would stop and salute him.

As a result, the night watchman passed by him without pause and walked to the prison door. The priests who had been pushing back and looking unkind just now saluted in unison and welcomed her in.

"Uh," Edwin turned his head to look at the priest beside him, "was that?"

"Oh, Alanna the Night Watchman." The priest bared a mouthful of white teeth, "She is a deep participant in this incident, and she is also the holder of the 'Glory Star' of our Magic God Cult.

"Oh," is the holder of the Glory Star so high in these years?

Inside the prison, a group of priests saluted Alanna solemnly.

"Can I talk to her alone?"

"Of course," the War Priest and the Magic Priest said in unison.

Standing here are the cronies of Pope Elton and Pope Gaudí, and the two popes have already explained that their task here is to guard Charlotte and wait for Alanna's arrival.

When she comes, everything is up to her.

The two wizards were still confused, and they were put out by the priests.

"It's a little unaccustomed," the priests were too nice.

"You'll get used to it." Liam chuckled.

"Then you sit down and wait for me for a while?" Alana asked softly.

Liam looked at her for a few seconds, "You still think I'm Eli?"

Alanna was stunned.

"Do you have to get me two packets of rusks and a cup of black tea so that I don't feel bored?"

Alana couldn't help but laugh.

She had inadvertently put on him the habit of taking her two children out of the house.

Shaking his head, he returned to business. She drew a curse-dissolving rune array in the air, infused with a hint of spirituality, and pushed towards Charlotte.

A soft white light fell on Charlotte, and her spirituality seemed to be like boiling water gradually cooling down, becoming gentle and stable.

For a long time, her eyelashes fluttered, and she struggled to get up. Sweeping around the dark and closed prison, revealing a wry smile, his voice as hard as sandpaper:

"Who the hell are you?"

Charlotte knew that there was no such thing as a "high-level necromancer", and Alana was the only one who dealt with her from beginning to end.

"Don't want to live anymore?" Alana asked blandly.

Charlotte's breath froze. Sure enough, she was a strong person with a rank above her, and she treated a saint no different from an ant.

She didn't have to answer this question. After all, there are so many angels and demigods in the mortal world, and the path of the undead can be counted on one hand, and it doesn't matter who it is.

"You didn't do your best in the first place because I hid the soul of the sacrificer, right?"

"Yes and no." Alana wanted to minimize the use of the power of the high grid, both to attract unnecessary attention and to wear it out to herself.

Charlotte nodded in understanding, "What do you want to know when you come here?"

If it weren't for the fact that she still had what the other party wanted, I am afraid that she would be torn apart in the dream.

"The list of the sacrifices you have killed in the past, the location of the bodies. Where did your cognitive modification circle and sacrificial circle come from, and who are your accomplices and superiors?

"Finally, there is that demigod-level mark in the depths of your consciousness, who does it belong to."

Charlotte hid the gleam from her eyes.

Sure enough, the other party noticed the existence of the crown.