Chapter 643 Conspiracy

   "Noah, congratulations, you will be able to serve as the bishop of the church soon... and I am just a little nun doing odd jobs."

  Maggie said with a smile.

  Noah scratched the back of his head embarrassingly.

   "Don't say that, Miss Maggie."

  He raised his finger, and shadows spread across the entire room in an instant. The corpses of those white cat missionaries were immediately shrouded in dark "shadow coffins", and immediately condensed into a ball, which was collected in Noah's palm.

   "Go back, send them back to my king's kingdom of God, and sleep beside my king..."

  Noah said softly.

  Maggie also took back the idea of ​​joking, and nodded seriously.

  After bidding farewell to the three of Noah, the Polaris team also left separately. Although the S-level mission failed this time, Brother Beizi's main goal has actually been achieved, and the next step is to start preparing for the promotion of the saint.

  Everyone in the team was very happy about this.

   Moreover, they got in touch with the Shuguang Church, and they can be considered to have found the organization, and they may be able to join in the future at any time.

   Wait for everyone to leave.

  Outside the empty and dead residential buildings, only the sound of gunfire and artillery continued.

  After more than ten minutes, the air fluctuated and twisted, and three straight figures walked out of it. The leader was President McNeil of the History and Ritual Association.

  His eyes froze for a moment, looking at the corpse on the ground, he was silent for a while.

   "Shaquille is dead."

  McNeill sighed.

  Behind him, a woman in a brown turtleneck trench coat said:

   "Dawn Church is not that easy to deal with, he is careless."

  McNeil didn't reply.

  His face was sullen, and he waved his hand.

  Clatter...

  The sound of pages turning suddenly sounded all around.

  In the large empty room, it seemed to be covered with a layer of dim light.

  The contours of the floor, ceiling, walls, and windows began to be pulled away, layered upon layer, exuding a dull color, and then the picture began to go back as if going back in time.

  From Noah and others entering the room, to Shaquille coming, and just as he had time to make a move, he was hypnotized by the singing, and was immediately covered by shadows until he fell to the ground and died...

  Chairman McNeil and the two members of the "Seven Sages of Secret Keepers" behind him watched silently without saying a word.

  The "playback" picture was reflected in their eyes.

   Soon, McNeil moved his fingers slightly, and the scene retraced it again, but this time, it stopped when the magic scroll appeared and Noah's singing sounded.

   "This is the key to Shaquille's fall."

  McNeil said lightly.

   Another male sage with long hair and shoulders said:

   "A scroll made by a magic demigod, which contains angel-level hypnotic power... This is the breath of Sighing Lady Dominia."

  The female sage said in a deep voice:

   "This group of people came prepared. Not only did Shaquille's trap fail, but he was caught on his own neck... It also made the young priest a success and helped him transform into the [dark side]."

"The Church of Dawn has been hiding in the old spiritual world, and we don't have much information. Now it seems that the three ladies of pain have become the objects of the Church of Dawn. Excluding the known **** of cats, there are four slave gods. Angels, including Ms. Dimness, the king of angels, are indeed difficult to deal with..."

   McNeil said, and looked at Alex again.

   "This guy is very strange. Be careful when you encounter it in the future. I suspect that he is a fictional character of an angel of fate. He has the characteristics of immortality and is carrying a powerful monster."

  The two people behind listened to the president's words and nodded solemnly.

  McNeil took a step forward, and the demigod of the earth [Gravedigger]'s sequence ability was activated, and his figure was covered with a layer of dim light, as if blending into the picture of history.

   He walked straight to Alex's "corpse", bent down and took off a Ouroboros-shaped ring from his finger.

   But at this moment.

   McNeil frowned.

   "Anti-divination tricks? Or to promote power..."

  He murmured, and his face turned cold immediately.

   "The breath of the King of Cang Yi, huh, he has been dead for so long, and he still wants to protect these people under his command?"

McNeill clenched his palms tightly and pulled the snake ring out of the history with all his strength. There seemed to be a painful hissing around him, and the other two members of the "Seven Sages of Secrets" saw a picture transmitted from afar. Come.

   It was a small white snake, curled up in the hands of the young man with glasses, and then lost its breath of life.

  Both of them heard the young man's exclamation.

   Can't help but sneer happily.

   "With this token, His Majesty the Roller will definitely be satisfied."

  McNeil opened his palm, his faint eyes staring at his palm.

  The snake ring covered with a faint yellow color is lying quietly.

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  In the depths of the spiritual world, in a secret space created by humans.

  Here is an endless ice sheet.

  The biting cold wind blew violently, carrying snowflakes as sharp as knives, roughly washing the entire snow-white world.

  In the depths of the heavy snow with extremely low visibility, an unpretentious stone round table was placed on the vast ice surface, surrounded by a dozen figures of various sizes.

   "As the organizer of this party, I would like to offer you a toast."

  Mr. Snow picked up the wine glass carved from ice crystals and said with a smile.

  His cap with feathered brim and white fur cloak are dancing in the wind, like elves in snow.

  Everyone was silent, but raised their cups symbolically as a signal.

  In the quiet environment, only the eloquent earl with the flower hat said:

   "Toast."

  A long while.

  Worn in an old khaki bishop’s uniform and a tall hat, the mummy-like curler played with a snake ring in his hand and hissed:

   "I have obtained the key to enter the 'Wonderland', Garcia, are you interested in participating?"

  Dagon sitting at the other end of the round table frowned slightly.

   "'Fairyland' is the Cangwang Divine Kingdom, and its predecessor was the old spirit world... Not only is there the cat **** inhabited there, but now there are three ladies of pain joining in. Are you sure you want to rush in like this?"

   "That's why I chose to cooperate with 'Esoteric Cult'."

  The examiner smiled lowly.

"With the help of the ancient gods, the cat **** and the three ladies of pain are no longer obstacles... After you and I enter the fairyland together, we will give priority to gaining power. There may be a promotion ceremony."

   Dagon Garcia pondered.

  His gaze swept over the ancient gods around the round table. Among these existences, the weakest ones were all angel ranks, and the strongest Mister Gudao even faintly overwhelmed him.

   This gave Dagon a little more confidence.

   "Destroy the fairyland... Are you planning to force King Cang to take action, thereby interrupting his angel promotion ceremony?"

"good."

  The examiner said lightly.

   At this time, squatting on the chair, the hat boy who was hiding most of his body in the retro pointed hat screamed:

   "What are you going to do? Leonid... Don't forget, what we want is 'Never Return'. If you can't help us win it, then cooperation is out of the question."

  "There is no 'non-return home', and cooperation is out of the question."

  The Earl of Learning Tongue repeated.

  The examiner glanced at the hat boy, and hissed with a laugh:

   "Of course I will not forget this important cooperation condition, but to be on the safe side, the plan is to use the Pope of the Dawn Church as the starting point... In his hands, he is in charge of the authority of the fairyland."

   "A mere sage, leave it to me at that time."

  The emerald bird with a bird head and a human body said lightly.

  Mr. Gudao, who is the tallest and strongest, spoke in a powerful voice:

   "Then I'll be responsible for dealing with the cat god, and the three painful ladies will be handed over to the commander, gentleman Xue and Xiangshan, and the rest of the members of the secret sect will act with you two, how about it?"

  The Roller and Dagon pondered for a while, and agreed to the proposal.

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   Wonderland.

  At night, a bright moon hangs.

   This is the "spectacle" that Floy spent several years to barely use the power of [Les Miserables] and Wonderland to create.

   Countless fairyland residents marveled, praised, and even sang.

  Every night, in the City of Cats and the City of Light, many residents look up at the moon and pray to the gods in their hearts.

   But what they don't know is.

  The purpose of Pope Floyd's move is pure and simple.

  He is just waiting for a person for a vow.

  On the huge round pale star.

  In the silent darkness, a simple three-story apartment stands here, surrounded by the vast gray land, without any life.

   On the first floor of the apartment, there is a flower shop surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, filled with various flowers, and there are two cups of steaming scented tea on the table.

  On the side of the door of the apartment, there is a metal nameplate.

   "Seven Denton Street".

  A long while.

  A figure came down from the second floor.

   It was Floyd who was wearing a black dress and an apron on his chest. With a smile on his lips, he walked into the flower shop alone with two plates of food.

  Placing down the dinner plate, He gracefully tied down the apron, folded it neatly and put it aside, then sat alone on the chair, staring out the window in a daze.

  The beautiful purple eyes are reflecting the dead darkness and the empty gray land.

   "Five years, Master Jack..."

   The girl murmured.

   "Froy is already on the moon, but why haven't you come back?"

  He raised his right hand, looked at the two rings on the **** and ring finger, and fell into reminiscence and contemplation.

  It was an ivory snake ring, and a ring inlaid with purple gemstones.

  The thoughts in Floy's heart are increasing day by day, which is especially suitable for this lonely environment, and is in stark contrast to the bustling fairyland world under the moon.

  He has now reached the end of the Black Sun Sequence Four [Undead], and all the conditions have been met early, but he has never tried the promotion ceremony of the Sequence Three and a half **** [Ember].

   "The Ember, the fire that survives, lives to die..."

  Floy murmured.

   "But I dare not, Mrs. Jack... Floy is afraid that I will never see you again, and I am worried that I will fail your entrustment. No one controls Wonderland."

   I don't know how long it has passed.

  The scented tea and meals are completely cool.

   Suddenly.

  Floy was awakened from her daze by the sound of prayer.

  He sighed and walked out of the flower shop slowly.

  As soon as he went out, His image suddenly changed. The original casual black dress turned into a large and solemn black robe and cloak, with the Pope's crown on his head.

   His expression also became indifferent.

  Floy turned into a ray of black light, descended from the moon, and landed straight in front of the Dawn Church in the City of Cats.

  Noah, Maggie and Alex are waiting quietly.

   Seeing that Noah had been promoted to Conspiracy Saint, Floyd was surprised, but before he had time to congratulate, he saw Noah hastily raised his hand.

  In the open palm, there is a small white snake curled up into a ball that has lost its breath of life.

   "Please forgive Pope Floyd, the white snake left by Mr. Jack was destroyed by the enemy in my hands..."

  Floy frowned slightly.

  He took the white snake's body carefully, and after a long while, said coldly:

   "History and Ritual Society!"

  (end of this chapter)