A seventeen-year-old girl looked at the lighthouse in the snowstorm:

"Xia De, I'm afraid we won't get much help for a while. The thirteen-ring warlocks of the church should all go to the other three ceremony locations."

"It's okay, isn't it the same as before?"

Xia De said with a smile, Iluna nodded, and walked to the snowy path on the right with Xia De.

Braving the wind and snow in the fog, the mushroom-growing ghouls and activated blood-colored vines blocked the road, but they quickly cleared them away. Fighting appears to have begun on the eastern side of the island, but only a few points of light can be seen tangling in the air through the fog. So far, no one has used large-scale thaumaturgy such as the word of sublimation on this island. It seems that the current actions of the church landing team are also conservative.

And just in front of the old manor that had been abandoned for a hundred years, Xia De and Iluna finally encountered the first ring warlock on the island.

From a distance, I saw a figure standing in front of the chained manor that looked like a haunted house in the middle of the night. After getting closer, I saw that it was a middle-aged man holding a kerosene lamp and wearing a snow cloak.

He was well dressed, with white gloves and shiny leather shoes, it didn't look like he would appear in the big swamp.

After the two sides met, the first sentence Xia De said was:

"You didn't wait for us after standing here for hours, did you?"

He motioned for Iluna to stop, and then said sympathetically:

"The temperature outside is much lower than freezing now."

"Thank you for your concern. The clothes on my body have been processed by alchemy, and I only stood there for half an hour. The lady from the Truth Society said that less than 100% of the church and other ring magicians arrived on the island before midnight Fifth."

The man said in a brisk tone, and what he said sounded like Miss Pavo's words.

"We are ring warlocks of the Church of the Sun."

Xia De introduced himself, and then asked this rather kind gentleman:

"Didn't know you were..."

"Thousands return to one meeting."

He blinked his blue eyes, let out a long breath, and stamped his foot, letting the snow fall off the sides of his leather shoes:

"For the enlightenment of the chosen ones, the president and the Truth Society cooperated to a certain extent. We drew lots to decide who would come to this ghost place to participate in the action, and then I was cast aside by probability."

The man said helplessly that his Kasenlik accent was not standard, it sounded like a northern De La Rion accent.

"Thousands of Guilds" is an illegal cult organization that believes in the evil **** "Probability Demon". Of course, this is a modern name, and its more popular name is "God of Misfortune", which has the power to make all probabilities evolve in a worse direction, and is a quite famous evil god.

This cult organization is quite hostile to the "Prophet Association", and it was almost considered one of the most powerful cult groups in the world in the Fifth Era. But after entering the Sixth Era, with the growth of the Church of the Five Gods, the scale of "Ten Thousands Returning to One" continued to shrink. "Numbers return to one meeting" is even more declining, and gradually transforms from an organization that spreads bad luck and sows bad luck to a group that studies probability and manipulates fate.

Most of its members are now mathematicians to cover up their status as ring magicians, so although the scale has become smaller, they have also successfully achieved a certain degree of elitism. Part of Miss Sylvia's "Number Divination" came from this group, and her teacher had a certain feud with "Numbers Returning to One Meeting" before.

"I'm actually not good at fighting."

The man bent down and put down the kerosene lamp in his hand, took off his gloves and looked at the two people in the snow:

"But since I have accepted the task, I can't just let you go there. How about this, let's discuss it, and no one should kill you. If you win, I will be seriously injured here and stop you; if I win , you will run away with serious injuries, and I will not chase you, how about it?"

What he said was very sincere, but Xia De would not easily believe the words of this seven-ring or eight-ring warlock:

"Of course."

He smiled and said:

"We're running out of time though, so please be careful."

He stood in front of Iluna, [Night Watchman] shone slightly due to the vibration of the spirit, and the man opposite looked at the sword hesitantly:

"A bit familiar."

Suddenly, he found that the sword had disappeared into the snow, and when he looked up, he saw that the man also disappeared, and his eyes met Iluna's—

"balance!"

The power of the eight-ring warlock was instantly suppressed to the fifth ring, but this was not the worst, because Xia De had already appeared behind him, and [Night Watchman] directly pierced his right chest.

"Sneak attack is not a good habit."

The man whose chest was pierced by the long sword grasped the blade passing through his chest with both hands, then turned his head back 180 degrees and looked at Xia De:

"That young girl, can't she be the chosen one of the Church of the Sun? I actually encountered the worst situation? I knew that I shouldn't go out this winter."

On the face turned behind, both eyes emitted blue light at the same time, the number 5 appeared in the left eye, and a pattern similar to a question mark appeared in the right eye:

"I'm only equivalent to the fifth ring now, but what's your situation?"

His body turned into a pile of rotten wood in the snow, and at the same time that his real body appeared 20 meters to the left of Shad, Iluna's Sunshine Gun followed closely.

The life ring of the eight-ring warlock appeared in the snowstorm. Because it was suppressed by the power of "balance", a small half of the spirit runes on the whole life ring were dimmed, and only a thin piece of steam gushed out.

Enlightenment - [Survivor] Shining light, under the influence of unknown thaumaturgy, the sun gun that was supposed to hit the target actually shattered a big rock beside him. Iluna's sun gun misjudged the enemy's landing point.

"Probability is interesting, isn't it?"

The man said with a smile, standing up while supporting the ground, and touched the bloodstains on his cheeks that were scratched by the flying gravel. The ring of life on the back rotates slowly, blaspheming [corpse], whispering [calling], enlightening [story] resonance, and three spirit runes create a thaumaturgy:

"Contact the bones and snow corpses!"

Billows of black mist gushed out from the center of his brass ring until it completely filled the hole in the center of the life ring. The rotten giant hand protruded from the black mist, and the invisible pressure made Shad and Iluna frowned:

"Projection of subspace evil?"

Iluna also showed her life ring, and the brass ring turned into a golden balance and floated behind her. Reaching out to catch the [Night Watchman] thrown by Xia De, he shook the holy bell around his waist with his left hand.

jingle~

While the crisp bells echoed in the snowy night, her right hand held the silver sword's blade. The golden thunder jumped along the blade, and while the rune of [My heart is clear, the sword cuts the devil] shone, [Night Watchman] turned into a thunder spear that was as dazzling as the sun:

"Sunshine Gun!"

Explosive thunder was thrown from the hand, and the long spear containing the radiance of the sun and thunder pierced through the terrifying undead who stretched out his right hand in the black mist in the center of the self-proclaimed ring. It smashed through the layer of black mist that represented the connection of space.

Click!

Cracks appeared on the surface of the life ring, and the backlash from the failure of casting the spell caused the man to spit out a mouthful of blood. Before he fell down, the silver halo of the five saints flew over:

"The light of imprisonment!"

One binds the hands, two binds the legs, and the remaining two binds the arms and body.

When he fell into the snow, the life ring on his back had disappeared due to the effect of the thaumaturgy [Light of Imprisonment]. The snow fell on the man's body, and the thaumaturgy spell was forcibly interrupted, causing his face to flush abnormally:

"Don't kill me! We agreed, otherwise I will use my sublimation language [Wind and snow blowing the ancient mountain] to die with you!"

He yelled loudly as he tried to squirm in the snow, and added before Shad and Iruna moved further:

"I have a wallet with me, 100 crowns, take it away."

Hearing this, Xia De couldn't help showing a smile. Iluna's right hand was still jumping with thunder, she did not let down her vigilance. After leading the horse to Xia De's side, he asked:

"What to do with him?"

In fact, it is whether to kill him. Although he is very kind, he is also a cultist after all.

"I don't want your money. We are church ring warlocks and not robbers. Now answer a few questions for me. Who came up with the plan to set up multiple ritual locations on the island?"

Shad didn't ask if the plan was real.

"The chosen one is Lykins Priscia, the lady of the Truth Church trusts his wisdom. This is indeed a good plan. The church will not let the Pantanal Voodoo for the sake of the chosen one." Those terrible things will be unsealed, and once you choose to act separately, the difficulty of the Chosen ceremony will be greatly reduced...He knows the church very well."

The man's answer came from the snow.

Xia De raised his eyebrows, while Iluna snorted and asked:

"How many people are there on the island now? How many people have you kept for the so-called 'watching ceremony'?"

"Lekins Priscia doesn't have many people around him. He is very knowledgeable and powerful. Your road ahead is destined to be uneven. As for the other three ritual locations, there are quite a few ring magicians~lightnovelpub.net~ There are eleven high-level warlocks from the Pantanal Voodoo Association itself, and nine high-level professors from the Truth Society this time, as well as high-level warlocks from other organizations. There are more than a dozen scattered. …”

The "thousands return to one" ring warlock gave a reply in his strangely accented Kasenlik, but did not continue:

"Although I surrender to you, giving these answers is enough for my life. I won't give any answers in the future, but I think our deal should have been reached. You won't kill me, will you?"

"I actually have some questions."

Although he was unwilling to answer, it didn't mean that Xia De couldn't ask the question in other ways. But when he got close to the man, he found that the man had stopped breathing in the snow.

Bend down and check:

"It's the first time I've seen such a realistic ice sculpture."

Using the [Major Sin Chain] to retract the long sword stuck in the snow, Xia De smashed the ice sculpture with a swing of the sword:

"Running really fast."

"He probably didn't intend to fight us from the beginning."

Iluna said, preparing to set off again with Shad, the seventeen-year-old girl's voice was very calm:

"Aspiring people are eager to achieve themselves through the poems of the chosen ones, but there are also many people who are forced to get involved. I'm not saying that the cultist is innocent, but someone will always be forced to get involved in the vortex of fate."

"With the appearance of one of the Chosen Ones, sooner or later the entire physical world is involved."

Xia De sighed, and looked up at the lighthouse that was getting closer:

"This time, I'm afraid it won't be the most dangerous chosen ceremony."

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