The Path of Ascension to the Priest

Van Dent once owned a Rose Manor, which was very famous in the Staru Continent. The manor occupied almost one-third of Van Dent's area, and it was a place where only nobles could enjoy themselves.

Extravagance and splendor are no longer enough to describe Rose Manor. Everything here is unimaginable to ordinary people. It is even more luxurious than the palaces of the three empires. Van Dent, in an endless stream.

It is said that there are some elegant and noble blood races among these nobles, and they choose their prey heartily in the Rose Manor. The tall, handsome, glamorous and enchanting blood races are very popular among the nobles. These blood races once became the masters behind the Rose Manor .

Luxurious, extravagant and lustful, Rose Manor was like a god's domain for the nobles at that time, until... the Black Death suddenly spread in Van Dent.

Rose Manor is the most severely damaged place in Van Dent. There are only a few walls left of the former castle. When the epidemic was uncontrollable and King Bill ordered the blockade and burning of the city, the civilians who had not died in the city were in despair and anger. , rushed into the manor with a torch and smashed everything here.

Because they believe that the source of the Black Death is here.

This place used to have the most beautiful things in the world, as well as countless innocent souls who died in despair. Laurel liked this place very much. In addition, it was the best place chosen by witchcraft to wake up the dark god, which made her think that Everything is guided by the God of Darkness.

The failure in Edri might just be a little test for her by the Dark God.

Standing on the high platform, Laurel looked down at the huge array that had been prepared for several days and nights below. The corner of her mouth curled up in a satisfied arc. The white robe on her body was blown back by the wind, and the hem of her skirt could Seeing the black and red blood stains clearly, she sneered and said, "Sittau Continent has been ruled by light for so long, it's time to be ruled by darkness instead."

There are three witches in white robes on the high platform, and one of them is concentrating on dismembering a priest who is not yet dead. The screams and desperate pleadings did not make her hands stop at all, and the warm blood sprayed on her face. Instead, the corners of her lips curled up on her face. She cut open the priest's stomach with a knife, met the eyes that were gradually losing their spirits, and said in a low voice: "Vera Garcia's sacrifice for the God of Darkness... the thousandth and zeroth Eight."

"Vera." A witch beckoned Vera to come over, looking at the picture in front of her using witchcraft, she said, "The people of the Holy See are about to find this place."

The picture in front of them showed Monica and the others staying on the square, and there were eyes they had arranged in advance near the square.

"Priest..." Laurel curled her lips in disdain, "It was originally a gift for the bishop, but now it's a few priests for nothing."

"They are not worthy of being a congratulatory gift for the awakening of the Dark God, so share them with those wild beasts."

A short-haired witch suddenly became excited and volunteered, "I'll go and give them presents."

Laurel glanced at her and said, "Let that wolf go with you."

The short-haired witch licked her lips, and a two-meter-high skeleton came out of the darkness, bent down to pick her up, and strode away.

Vera wiped the blood-stained knife with her white robe, then swiped her wrist vigorously, the blood sprayed on the magic circle below, she handed the knife to Laurel, and jumped down, standing In the center of the magic circle, blood was falling drop by drop, and she was chanting ancient spells expressionlessly.

The Garcias are servants of the Dark God, and their blood has a chance to summon the powerful warrior of the Dark God—the Gorefiend, which is a unique talent of their family.

When the black witch went underground and the other two families abandoned the belief in the dark god, only they were still fighting to awaken the dark god.

The magic circle was flashing with red light. Vera stood inside, with her hands open and her eyes slightly closed, enjoying the dark breath coming from the magic circle. A hideous figure appeared behind her.

Laurel watched all this from the high platform, with a flash of jealousy in her eyes. Not all Garcia's clansmen could successfully summon the Bleeding Demon. It was obvious that Vera had this talent.

"Vera." Laurel said coldly: "After the people of the Holy See are trapped by the dark magic circle, it's up to you to solve it."

Vera raised her head, and the Gorefiend behind her also raised her head. She said blankly: "I will turn them all into sacrifices."

On the square, Monica was still leading the priests to fight against the monsters, and the holy knights guarded them in the middle, just like the war of attrition with the Lion Man, and they planned to use this method to destroy the monsters together.

On a pointed roof, a white-haired wolf stood on it condescendingly looking down at the direction of the square. From time to time, it raised its head to the sky and let out a wolf roar, directing the monsters below to attack.

Jilian and Eva, who were very sensitive to wolf roars, raised their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of the white wolf. Jilian dropped the monster that had been torn in two in his hand, and rushed in that direction like a bolt of lightning.

Sensing the danger, the white wolf suddenly turned around and fled like flying. Ji Lian chased after him. On the way, his figure was suddenly elongated and turned into a gray wolf twice as big as the white wolf. A threatening growl came from the white wolf's neck and throat.

Eva turned her wrist, her palm became slender, her sharp nails shone coldly, her hair gradually became white, and a fluffy tail emerged from under her clothes.

She was about to go to Jillian, but when she thought of something, she paused, turned to look at Irene with a dull face, frowned and said: "Thirty bottles of bright holy water are your reward for hiring a swordsman. You can transform into a werewolf." Double it for us."

Irene: "..." She only wanted to hire a swordsman, not a werewolf.

With a flash of Eva's figure, she wiped out all the monsters near Irene in two or three strokes. She clapped her hands, and walked towards Jillian, spitting, "If I had known there were so many troubles here, I wouldn't have answered them." Under this commission."

Irene looked at Eva's back with a dazed expression. She felt that these two people didn't look like sword masters, but she didn't expect them to be werewolves.

The number of werewolves is so rare, and they are generally active in the Gelug Empire, it was unexpected that she could see two of them this time.

The fighting power of the werewolf made Irene suddenly feel overwhelmed with security. However, thinking of the relationship between the werewolf and the Holy See, she was worried that there would be internal strife.

Tang Qiu came out of the ruins, and instead of going back directly to the square to join the team of priests, she came to Irene's side. The timing of her coming out was very unfortunate, and she just didn't see Eva leaving.

Seeing Irene staring ahead in a daze, she drew her attention back with a voice, "The black witch may have help."

Irene glanced at her sideways, and asked suspiciously, "What helper?"

"Werewolves." Tang Qiu said flatly: "These monsters are defective products made by werewolves."

Although she has no memory of the full moon night, the monster's true identity has been written on the note she left for herself.

Erin was a little surprised, "Are you sure?"

Tang Qiu nodded, just as she was about to say something else, there was a sudden change in the square, the stone pillars on all sides collapsed without warning, sealing the square, black air gushed out from under the collapsed stone pillars, and a dark magic circle suddenly formed .

The short-haired witch sat in the arms of a two-meter-tall skeleton, holding a handbone staff of unknown animal in her hand. She chanted a spell triumphantly, watching the black air swallow the priests and priests in the square instantly, I laughed happily.

After the darkness engulfed everyone, the team of dozens of people from the Holy See disappeared out of thin air. Tang Qiu's eyes widened slightly, and he subconsciously clenched the staff in his hand.

Irene froze for a moment, frowned and said, "It's the teleportation circle."

Her eyes moved to the face of the short-haired witch, and she quietly hid behind Tang Qiu, lowering her head and taking out a black square scarf to cover her face.

Tang Qiu caught a glimpse of her series of movements from the corner of his eye, fell silent for a while, and directly cast a small spell on her to confuse her face.

Irene's eyes lit up, she tore off the scarf, and whispered, "Thank you."

"... who is she?"

"Laurel's sister."

Losing their target on the square, the monsters fixed their eyes on Tang Qiu, Irene, and Lucille again, and walked over with their bodies lowered and half surrounded.

The short-haired witch laughed enough to realize that there were still three small fish that slipped through the net. The skeleton hugged her and turned around. She looked up and down the three of them, her tone filled with uncontrollable excitement, "What a beautiful face, it suits me well." Ragdoll."

Tang Qiu waved his staff, and a barrier of light enveloped them, isolating them from the approaching monsters. Lucille cleaned up the surrounding monsters with a cold face, and the ground was soon full of corpses.

Irene was shocked by Lucille's fighting power, "... who is she?"

Tang Qiu didn't answer, but stared closely at the short-haired witch.

The short-haired witch saw that Lucille dealt with monsters so easily, she snorted coldly, raised the bone staff in her hand, and five black-skinned heads, limbs, and bodies appeared in front of her as if they were stitched together. Mummies together.

Their movements look very stiff, and their skin is green and shiny. It is obvious that they contain poison.

Irene also summoned a few little mice to remind her, "Be careful with her dolls, they are more difficult to deal with than half-human demons."

Three rag dolls rushed towards Lucille, two came towards them, and a group of monsters were waiting for the opportunity, and the distance between the three was quickly opened.

As a priest, if Tang Qiu gets close, she can only display half of her own strength. She has been deliberately keeping the distance, but the speed of the doll is very fast. corner.

The rag doll made a weird sound, and only the bones left the palm and raised it up to catch Tang Qiu, but she dodged it. Tang Qiu raised his staff and threw the light technique that had been prepared for a long time on the rag doll's hand. body.

Because she was casting the spell at close range, the rag doll had no time to dodge. The white light shrouded it, and it struggled fiercely to get rid of it. However, the second spell that Tang Qiu had prepared had arrived.

She calmly observed the state of the doll. The spells never stopped, and the spells of light hit it one after another. After a while, its struggling speed finally slowed down.

Tang Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, and when she raised her eyes to look for the figures of Lucille and Irene, a huge hand bone stretched out from behind her, and when she sensed the danger and wanted to dodge, it had already scooped her up. He fell directly in front of the short-haired witch.

Tang Qiu gasped in pain from being lifted up and hit the ground, with a faint smell of blood spreading from her mouth. She clenched the staff in her hand and tried to cast a spell.

The short-haired witch raised Tang Qiu's chin with the staff in her hand, looked down at her face, and screamed excitedly, "What a perfect face, peel it off for me, and this golden hair, all together are perfect!" Peel it off and sew it on for my doll."

Tang Qiu pursed his lips, looked up at the short-haired witch, his eyes were slightly cold, the skeleton behind her was ordered by the short-haired witch, and reached out to grab the blond priest.

Tang Qiu subconsciously raised her arm and blocked it with the staff of light. The staff of light broke in the middle, and she was knocked to the ground again.

The blond priest was captured by the skeleton, both Irene and Lucille noticed, Irene was a little worried, and had already prepared the summoning spell, Lucille's eyes turned cold, and she directly dropped the rag dolls besieging her, and turned to Tang Qiu. He walked away, but stopped when he sensed something in the middle of the walk.

The short-haired witch glanced at the broken staff of light with disdain, and sneered, as if mocking the stubborn resistance of the blond priest, "What is the use of a priest without a staff?"

The skeleton stretched out her hand again, and when she touched the blond priest's clothes, she raised her hand and held it down.

Tang Qiu sat on the ground and sighed, and even responded to the short-haired witch's taunt, "You're right, it's really dangerous without a staff."

The short-haired girl froze for a moment, then frowned and glanced at Tang Qiu. Feeling a subtle change in the momentum around her, she suddenly felt a little uneasy, and once again urged the motionless skeleton to grab the blond priest.

However, the skeleton did not respond, no matter how much she urged.

Even the monsters who were surrounding them, looking for opportunities to attack and bite the blond priest with ill intentions, reversed their malice just now, and all knelt on the ground and shivered.

"You..." The short-haired witch's eyes widened, but she didn't know what happened, "What kind of light spell did you use?"

Hearing trembling from the voice of the short-haired witch, Tang Qiu raised his eyes, a little surprised, and said softly, "Are you afraid?"

The short-haired witch sharpened her eyes and was about to refute, but she was shocked to see that the priest's blond hair had faded, and the snow-white hair fell on her chest. The palms became slender, and the nails were hard and sharp. The weak priest disappeared and appeared in the The one in front of her was clearly a transformed werewolf.

"How could you..." The short-haired witch had an unbelievable expression on her face. If you observe carefully, you can see a trace of panic in her eyes.

Tang Qiu stood up from the ground, raised his hand and gently pushed away the broken skeleton. His sky blue eyes stared at the short-haired witch, with a gentle tone and a friendly smile, "Are you afraid of being approached by a werewolf?"

"Calm down, fear has spoiled your pretty face."

The short-haired witch let out a terrified scream, her dolls paused, and all turned and ran towards her.

Irene was startled by her scream, turned her head to look, and was startled again by Tang Qiu's appearance.

what's going on……

Werewolf?

Erin was dumbfounded.