Witch Troupe and the Undead

"Hmm~" Priestess Claycher pondered for a moment, first ruling out the option of directly stealing or using some means to obtain the gem directly from Roach. The title of Explosive Alchemist was not to be trifled with, and she was not confident that if she really did that, her church would be blown to bits.

Despite its simple appearance, it contains many valuable items. However, due to the mandatory requirements of the doctrine, it can only be built using these fragile wooden structures. If the Explosive Sage were to blow up the entire structure, the losses would probably be greater than those of this white gemstone—even though the most valuable items are stored in the cellar.

Secondly, there's the option of exchanging money for high-value materials of equal value. The Moon Mother Church can easily afford the 2500 gold coins, but the source of this money is really not convenient to disclose. If the transaction is revealed, the church will face considerable scrutiny. Although we're not particularly afraid of this happening, it's probably better to avoid some trouble.

"Master Roach, how about this? 500 gold coins, other minerals worth 1000 gold coins, plus 1000 gold coins worth of alchemy materials as an exchange?"

The total value is 2500 gold coins. Of course, this price is relatively low, because if it were really exchanged for materials, the value of this gem should be around 3500 to 4000 gold coins, because the internal purchase price and the retail price of materials are two different things.

“Not enough, your price is too low.” Roach clenched his fingers, while Alessina placed her hand on the armrest of the sofa, leaning forward slightly. Her buttocks were not fully seated. Considering Wupeng Sword leaning against the side of the armrest, her posture already explained the problem.

"Hmm~" Upon seeing Alessina's posture and Roach's slightly distant attitude, Priest Claycel roughly understood what was going on. At this moment, using the events of the day as leverage would only lead to a complete falling out.

"How about I add three more Silver Moonflowers?" A Moonflower is worth 50 gold coins on the market, while a Silver Moonflower is a mutated, demonized variety, estimated at over 250 gold coins. In reality, considering that it's practically impossible to buy on the market, its actual value is even higher.

“Okay,” Roach nodded. The general deal was settled, and the rest was about what alchemical materials and ores to use for the transaction.

Since the main believers of the Moon Mother Church were primarily miners and quarry workers' families living on the west side, as well as foremen and managers on construction sites, they did indeed possess a considerable amount of mineral materials. Among these were "Earth Essence" and "Elemental Stones" used by the Little Witch to reinforce the puppets beneath her hut, and also enchanted corundum used to repair Roach's magical armor.

These are all relatively low-grade mineral gems. There are 5 elemental stones in total, each with a retail price of 80 gold coins; the essence of earth retails for 55 gold coins per ounce, totaling 14 ounces, for a total of 770 gold coins, with a total value of 1170 gold coins. In the end, they are all valued together for 1000 gold coins as a discount.

The alchemical materials are mainly various herbs and woods, as well as some monster materials, primarily the teeth and bones of the demonized snow wolves that live in the Northern Highlands, products of the orc trade.

After finalizing the price and trade agreement, Priest Claycel invited Roach and Alessina to stay at the church temporarily, as the preparation of these goods would take some time. If it were a sorcerer or other adventurer, they would definitely find an excuse to decline and would not even attend the banquet.

But Roach is different. As someone who can't die, as long as these guys don't know that, they can burn his body to ashes without fear of any tricks they might play. Besides, the church isn't stupid—poisoning an alchemist? Are you serious?

Make sure the alchemist who created the poison you're buying is more skilled than the person you're dealing with before you start talking about this.

Moreover, he had a bodyguard who was obviously very alert, experienced, and exceptionally strong in combat, so there was no need to consider things like setting fires at night or sneaking in to kill him. In fact, to be fair, compared to Roach's value as an explosive alchemist who was about to receive his exclusive title, this white gem was nothing.

Putting everything else aside, just think about how much a Roach Livia crossbow costs. The Byrne family, who invested in this guy, earns more than 2500 gold coins a month just from selling arms. If we take into account the future re-equipping of other noble private armies in the empire, the re-equipping of the empire's standing army, and a series of other things, Roach himself is worth at least 20 times that amount.

The dinner at the Mother of the Moon Church was very simple, consisting only of leavened bread, tea, stewed meat with bay leaves, and a vegetable salad. There were no main dishes, nor were any luxurious spices used for seasoning, but...

Roach and Alessina exchanged a glance, the latter letting out a low sigh. The meat, vegetables, and fruits used were all of very high quality. The price might be cheaper than a noble's banquet, but it wouldn't be much cheaper. For one thing, the out-of-season vegetables were clearly quite expensive.

This world has off-season farming techniques, but these techniques rely on magic and alchemy, meaning they are extremely expensive compared to those on Earth.

The rooms arranged for Roach and Alessina appeared simple, but the carpets on the floor and the fragrant wood in the fireplace were extravagantly luxurious in ways that couldn't be seen, as if trying to make up for the losses in other areas.

Midnight, in the guest room.

Alessina, dressed only in a short vest and shorts, revealing her lithe waist and deep cleavage, sat cross-legged on the ground, tidying up the loose pieces on her leather belt, while Roach assembled a brand-new magic crossbow and used simple tools to extract various essences from some of the herbs delivered by the Moon Mother Church, which were then mixed and processed.

“The Church of the Moon Goddess…tsk~” The black horse emerged from the shadows, tossing a handful of herbs and a bag on the ground, along with a black pine stick engraved with shimmering runes. A small note was stuck to the stick. The blonde little witch rolled up her right sleeve, bent her arm, clenched her fist, and struck a cheering pose.

"Alright, I have to go back now. Staying here too long makes me feel like the fur on my back is burning."

“The mane on your back is really burning,” Alessina said expressionlessly, and indeed, moonlight-colored flames were burning at the tips of the black horse’s mane.

"Alright, I can't help you with the reconnaissance. Paladins... damn it, I hate them the most." The black horse stepped back into the shadows and disappeared. Paladins have an innate "halo"-like ability.

In other words, they couldn't detect a high-level demon like Black Horse, but their equipment and auras were questionable—it was probably like their Holy Seals of Purity were burning up wildly—there was definitely something very powerful and evil lurking nearby.

"No problem, I've already taken care of the reconnaissance. Actually, there's not much need for reconnaissance." Since the other side doesn't take Roach and his group seriously at all, there's no need for them to lay low. They had already done some reconnaissance on the way when they used the excuse that they had too much stuff and needed to hire a transport wagon in advance. This guy is still on duty tonight.

These gatekeeper paladins are usually required to stand guard at night. Their shifts consist of a full day and night, as night watch is an essential part of a knight's training and a common way to hone their "vigilance" skills.

In the small square in front of the Church of Light, holy flames danced quietly in the brazier. There were four paladins guarding the area. Two of them stood guard over the brazier and the church gate, guarding the entrance steps, while the other two patrolled the two sides of the church, changing shifts every so often.

The patrolling paladins carried metal incense burners hanging from their belts, which made a rhythmic clanging sound as they moved forward and emitted incense smoke that could dispel and suppress the magic of death—if the church were haunted by the undead at night, it wouldn't be a matter of shame. In a sense, the paladin's primary job during the night patrol was actually this, rather than defending against thieves or anything like that.

Normal thieves wouldn't want to steal from the church of the true god, mainly because stolen goods are very difficult to convert into cash, and they might also be harmed by the residual divine power on them. However, it's hard to say about abnormal intruders, such as shadow monsters and undead creatures.

The Church of the Moon Goddess does not have Night Watch Paladins, mainly because they do not run a funeral and cemetery business. In contrast, the Church of Light does have a funeral and cemetery business, with dense forests and neat cemeteries on both sides of the church, and large burial grounds for commoners underground, where thousands of skeletons are piled up.

Not assigning paladins to patrol the night is too risky; if something goes wrong, it will not only be shameful but also damage your reputation. The worst consequence is losing divine favor. Although there are no specific indicators of divine favor, losing it will lead to a significant decrease in the proportion of clergy who have awakened their gift abilities.

Once this phenomenon occurs, it means that the district bishop... can forget about ever getting promoted to a higher rank in this lifetime, and if he makes another mistake, he might even lose his white robe.

"If only there were some wine..." The knight sitting on the small stool stirred the charcoal in the brazier. Regarding paladins drinking alcohol, each church has its own rules. For the Pure Faction of the Church of Light, it is strictly forbidden, but drinking in private without being caught is another matter.

"Forget about alcohol, ever since that old man in Tallinn came to power, we can't even drink fermented wheat juice anymore."

Whether fermented wheat juice counts as alcohol is a controversial issue. Previously, there was a loophole, but the newly appointed bishop has now defined all fermented drinks as alcohol. In other words, they can no longer even drink yogurt, because the new bishop has also defined yogurt as "fermented milk wine".

It seems that no matter what world it is, in any organization where decisions are made and management are done by people, one-size-fits-all approaches and stupid administrative regulations are an unavoidable part of the process.

"Wait, someone's coming." Two dark figures shrouded in cloaks appeared below the steps. Roach and Alessina didn't intend to sneak in and trap the sack, because it was pointless. Their stealth skills were probably only slightly better than the Little Witch's, and even worse than the Mermaid's.

Not to mention that Roach had no combat training, Alessina's combat training and stealth training were mutually exclusive. As a proper warrior, she required every step to be solid, which simply means that the steps were very heavy and stable. Stealth, on the other hand, required light steps, to avoid stepping on traps or branches, and to be able to withdraw one's steps in time.

Similarly, real-world adventurers and locksmiths have almost no ability to engage in direct combat. The reason is the same: the nature of their movement makes them easy targets in a head-on confrontation. They can be easily knocked away or knocked to the ground by a shield, followed by a finishing move.

"Bang!" Amidst the sound from the bottom, several spheres came flying towards them. The paladin decisively raised his shield and drew his horn from his waist. The spheres smashed into the shield, exploding into a large cloud of pungent, acrid smoke that even made people dizzy.

"Oh no, it's poisonous smoke!" The two paladins decisively pulled up their scarves and put down their face armor, as the enchanted face armor had some resistance to poison.

However, at that moment, one of the knights heard the sound of a weapon being swung and his companion parrying. Then there was a muffled thud. When the sounding horn alerted the others to come out, there was nothing left on the spot. A living person had just disappeared without a trace, leaving a group of warriors and priests looking at each other in bewilderment.

Chapter 147 Professional Insult (Punctuation)

In a cellar on the outskirts of Tallinn, a place no one could find, the city's nobles used it to store winter vegetables. Except for autumn and winter, it was neither guarded nor managed, or rather, the steward in charge was drunk and had gone to bed early to digest his food and drink.

The young paladin slowly awoke from his coma. The "disposable stun stick" created by the little witch was so effective that Roach and his companions waited for a long time and failed to wake him up even with slaps and cold water. They had no choice but to go and receive the supplies from the Moon Mother Church and transport them by carriage to the edge of the Black Forest, where they were placed in a warehouse at a post station near the Black Forest.

These post stations primarily serve those who purchase timber, herbs, furs, and monster materials from the Black Forest. For many merchants, it is obviously more cost-effective to accumulate these purchases in sufficient quantities before transporting them to Tallinn for processing or transshipping them to major cities in the south for sale.

After delivering the supplies, all that was left was for Vilandela to airlift them back in several trips. Although it was said that the materials costing several thousand gold coins were a lot, in reality, these so-called "low-to-medium grade" materials were not very large in volume, just enough for one truckload. With Vilandela's transportation capacity, it would only take two or three round trips to bring them all back.

Not to mention Old Ma was there too. Basically, Vilandella took back a portion of the scarce items, while the rest of the minerals and such were tied to Old Ma's back, and he strolled back on his own. Anyway, there shouldn't be any monsters in the Black Forest that would dare to fight this old guy. He only needed to release the aura of a high-level demon to pass through the Black Forest safely.

"Where am I?" The knight's hands were tied up with chains, his legs were kneeling on the ground, his thighs and calves were bound together with chains, and his feet were fixed to the ground. He tried to break free from this position several times but could not.

The chill emanating from his body told him, without even groping, that his clothes and armor had been stripped off. For a knight, having his armor stripped off was a grave humiliation; for a noble knight, it could mean losing his knighthood and title.

It was pitch black all around. Even after my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could only vaguely make out the outlines of some objects and confirm that there was a wall directly in front of me. Apart from that, there were no other landmarks that could indicate my location.

The smell inside the nostrils was a mixture of mold and the fresh scent of some kind of plant, confirming that this place had once been used to store grains and vegetables. However, there were too many places that matched this description; almost every household in the city and every farmer outside the city might have such a room or cellar.

The floor is a standard stone brick floor, not a soil-covered floor. The stone surface is uneven, but there are no insects moving around, which indicates that the place has not been abandoned or disused, and it has been cleaned very well. This also suggests that the owner of this room must be from a relatively respectable social class, able to afford servants and maids to clean it.

The knight quickly sifted through the clues in his mind and tried to identify possible suspects. As a paladin of the church, he could first rule out kidnapping caused by political or succession factors, and also rule out consequences caused by religious conflict.

Such behavior is completely meaningless in religious conflict—because there really is a God in this world, and it is quite difficult to betray the true God who has given you grace. Even if you succeed in betraying Him, you will be easily recognized when you return.

Therefore, the bribery between different sects is aimed at those apprentices, servants, and deacons who have not awakened their gifts. And you know what? Bribing these people is not only cheap but also effective, since they are the ones who are actually doing the work and responsible for the specific tasks.

"Could it be because of a personal grudge?" He began to recall who he had offended. The first people that came to mind were Alessina and Roach, but he quickly dismissed the thought because he had already apologized under pressure from the Moon Mother Church.

As a member of a respectable social class, an alchemist like Roach wouldn't retaliate after the other party had already submitted. Moreover, an alchemist's method of retaliation wouldn't be like this. So, it would be his servant, the beast-woman he had insulted? Don't be ridiculous, where would beast-people get such a sophisticated kidnapping mentality?

If it really was that fox-man who did it, I should be tied to a big tree in the Black Forest, watching that filthy bastard smugly reveal his entire plan to me. Don't think that the knight's idea is wishful thinking—because that was Alessina's original plan, or that's how beastmen do things.

As a scholar, Roach didn't know much about kidnapping, but...

There was a serious demon in their team. Although Old Ma was a bit poor and did things a bit crudely, even if he wasn't very good at kidnapping, he could immediately go back to hell, grab a few knowledgeable demons, beat them up, and force them to be his advisors.

Therefore, under the advice of the demon sub-lord, the knight is now facing a state of fear and unease where he is completely unable to distinguish where he is, what time it is, or what his kidnappers want to do. This is also a common tactic used by demons to torment people's minds and force those who refuse to sign a contract to submit.

They deliberately create a desperate situation for the other party, and then use the environment, language and props to constantly put pressure on them, finally forcing them to sign a contract that sells their soul and even everything when they have no other choice.

Now, the young knight was frantically trying to recall who possessed such meticulous thinking and ability to act. After all, kidnapping a night watchman right in front of the church was a direct slap in the face to the Holy Lord of Light, something that wouldn't be done without deep-seated hatred.

Moreover, judging from the choice of location and timing, it was probably a very experienced and shrewd guy who had been planning for a long time. It would be no problem to praise him as a seasoned bandit. But this also made the knight very puzzled: Why would such an old bandit tie him up?

If it's for money, go kidnap those priests! If it's for personal grudges, he went through everyone he could remember who he had offended since birth, but he just couldn't think of anyone who fit the description!

"Could it be..." that they weren't after him, but something else entirely, like the paladin's suit and clothes, using some kind of transformation magic or prop to disguise themselves and infiltrate the church to do something big!?

The more he thought about it, the more likely this seemed, and he felt an extreme fear and unease about his unknown fate. It meant that if the enemy succeeded, he would surely die; if the enemy failed, he would still surely die.

After all, the other party's plan had gone this far, so it couldn't possibly be aimed at the gold and silver coins in the church's underground vault, but rather at the sacred artifacts enshrined in the ossuary.

"Creak!" The wooden door let out a long sigh, and a faint light shone from behind, casting a kneeling figure with its hands raised high on the rough stone wall. There was no other image, which meant that the person who came had placed the lamp or light source in front of them, so there was no image of the person on the wall.

"Pat-pat~" "Soft-soled shoes, not suitable for long treks" These soft-soled shoes are much more comfortable to wear, but because the soles are relatively thin and soft, they are not suitable for trekking in the wild. They are usually used for short-distance travel within the city or manor.

Hard-soled boots are used for long-distance treks and off-road adventures. For adventurers and mercenaries who need to operate in the wild and travel long distances, a pair of sturdy, waterproof, hard-soled, thick-soled boots is almost a necessity, and is even the most valuable part of their body besides armor and weapons.

The oil lamp's metal base made a soft click as it touched the wooden table, confirming to the knight that there was indeed a wooden table behind him. Judging from the shadow on the ground, there should be nothing on the table, or at least nothing in front of the lamp.

Apart from that, there was no other sound, only the low breathing sounds distorted through the thick fabric.

"And he's wearing a mask!?" This made the knight even more certain that the person who kidnapped him was definitely not an amateur, because an amateur would never know that for knights who practice extraordinary martial arts and hone their extraordinary physiques year after year, their five senses, while not as good as those of professional scouts, are still much stronger than normal.

Moreover, during their training, they need to repeatedly control their breathing. Some extraordinary martial arts even require sensing the enemy's aura and breathing to judge the enemy's condition. Especially for the knight class, if they cannot judge the opponent's remaining strength by the breathing emitted through the opponent's faceplate, they probably won't even be able to leave the training ground, and they will be nothing more than a nobody in the martial arts tournament.

Therefore, if the kidnappers are laymen who are kidnapping a knight for the first time, they will likely be able to judge the knight's current physical condition, physical exertion, and even his profession based on his breathing rhythm and habits.

For example, a brute's breathing is very heavy, with rapid inhalation and long exhalation, in order to maintain the ability to unleash powerful bursts of energy at any time; while a knight and swordsman's breathing is steady and rhythmic. In comparison, a knight's breathing is more stable because he needs to bear the weight of his armor, and he wouldn't be able to do anything without reducing his physical exertion in this way.

The breathing of spellcasters also differs. Alchemists breathe similarly to ordinary people, haphazardly and without a clear pattern. Mystic mages, on the other hand, develop a habitual breathing pattern while chanting because they need to chant. Otherwise, they might choke in an emergency, causing the spell to explode on their own hands and send themselves and their teammates to their deaths.

In short, their training will be revealed in small habits such as breathing and footsteps. Martial arts is not a profession that does not require brains. In fact, martial arts is a profession that requires brains more than any other profession.

You must assess the enemy's condition in the shortest amount of time, engage in combat, and make appropriate responses. This process is condensed into a few seconds and can even be trained into an instinct. Once you engage in combat, you can usually take one down in 2-3 moves, or within 15 seconds.

Most of the time is spent in the standoff and strategic maneuvering. Therefore, if laymen habitually assume that knights and swordsmen on the martial arts path are just a bunch of reckless brutes who only know how to swing their swords randomly, they will likely make a mistake on this detail.

However, if the kidnappers are wearing special masks that distort their breathing sounds, it becomes difficult to determine their identity. At most, one can only analyze the rhythm to determine that the person is not a martial artist, but at the very least someone who specializes in close combat.

In addition, the kidnappers' footsteps were deliberately rhythmic, with varying degrees of pressure on each step, but the rhythm remained the same. This was a deliberate gait to avoid being detected by their footsteps.

"A professional!" the knight thought to himself. This was definitely a professional, perhaps even a secret agent. But what had he done? Why was he being targeted by a secret agent?!

The good news is that the other person deliberately disrupted their breathing rhythm and wore a thick mask, meaning that although they made it impossible for me to determine their origin and condition, this measure itself would cause me to have difficulty breathing.

In other words, whether the opponent is a spellcaster or a martial artist, they will experience difficulty breathing and distorted pronunciation—they will be unable to chant, unable to unleash their power, and even their physical recovery will be greatly affected.

The bad news was... The knight glanced at his wrist with difficulty. Sure enough, there was a chain inlaid with obsidian, and a clamp that held his legs together, with his calves and thighs fixed together. Clearly, the other party had also considered the possibility of a warrior with extraordinary physique and martial arts skills going berserk.

In this state, let alone going berserk, one cannot even exert any force. If one tries to use the power of the life source within their body, it will be interfered with by the obsidian-inlaid chains—because this set of measures is a confinement measure specifically designed for martial artists. This is how those who apostatize are treated in the black dungeon of the Church Inquisition.

If I weren't a knight, I probably would have had a dried walnut stuffed in my mouth to prevent me from chanting spells or triggering certain magic, and my fingers would be tied together with zip ties to prevent me from using hand gestures to summon simple spells to resist or for those lockpicking experts to unlock my hand.

"What's next?" Roach looked at Alessina, who shook his head. Their feud hadn't reached the point of murder, and that would have really blown things up. Alessina just wanted to thoroughly humiliate this guy.

"Understood!" Roach roughly understood what she meant. He picked up a strip of cloth, carried the oil lamp over, placed the lamp in front of the knight, then used the cloth to put a leather hood over the guy's head, and then picked up a quill pen.

As he felt a sharp, metallic sensation slowly moving down his abdomen, the knight cried out in terror, "You, you mustn't touch it!" The pen tip moved erratically across his body, the cold, sharp touch passing over his vital points time and again, making the knight tremble all over.

“What do you think?” Roach gave Alessina a look, and the latter nodded vigorously, then gave Roach a thumbs up before picking up a new “disposable stun stick.”

"Bang!" The knight knew nothing more.

The next morning.

As dawn broke, ordinary citizens, busy making a living, yawned and came out of their homes. Meanwhile, small merchants who had set up their stalls earlier than the workers in the workshops gathered around the square, chatting animatedly. They didn't even care about their stalls and carts nearby. This peculiar scene undoubtedly attracted a lot of people.

The area around the small square was packed with people; even the poorly dressed gang members stood on tiptoe or on the rooftops of the surrounding buildings to observe.

Hanging from the tall stone pillar was a pale, white body with a leather pouch bearing the strange word "sin" on its head. Apart from that, there wasn't a single thread on its body.

Furthermore, on the lower abdomen, a peculiar shape is drawn with black ink that is difficult to fade, which, together with something drooping down, forms the head of an animal (an elephant) that can occasionally be seen in the South.

And its drooping nose swayed slightly in the cold wind along with its body. Beneath the stone pillar were neatly arranged knight's armor and a sharp sword stuck in the stone base. Judging from the depth the blade penetrated the stone base, the guy who did all this not only had extraordinary strength but also very terrifying skills.

That's right, Old Ma helped set this up. Roach and Alessina's stealth skills weren't good enough to create such a stunning effect. Only Old Ma's shadow leap ability could ignore the patrolling guards and Night Watchmen and hang this guy up in the early hours of the morning.

The completely burned divine inscriptions on the armor also indirectly indicate what or what creature did all this: a demon, or rather, a hellish warlock who summoned a demon.

“…Hoo~!” Vice-Bishop Megavin took a deep breath. Even as a high-level combat professional, he felt dizzy. This was a complete insult and provocation to the Church, especially since they couldn’t even find out who did it.

What's even more terrifying than the insult itself is what it represents: a powerful demon, or rather, a hellish warlock, infiltrated the city, even attacked the church, kidnapped a paladin, imprisoned him for two days, and then subjected him to a thorough humiliation in this way—and the crucial point is: the church doesn't even know who did it!

This means the city is not safe. The church has no way to defend against or stop the demons from advancing unimpeded. This is why Bishop Megaven (Deputy) was ashen-faced. The city lord and the nobles of the town council were all looking at him with very confused eyes, expressing their doubts and questions.

"First, put this guy down!" The bishop (deputy) finally decided to put the guy down first. There were more and more people around. If they continued to watch like this, the Church of Light would have to close down in Tallinn City.

Meanwhile, the believers and clergy of the Moon Mother Church, who were competing with them, acted like completely clueless bystanders, while the traditional Rock Tower people and Rock Tower tribe elders laughed loudly, almost as if they were about to take out fruit and melon seeds to eat.

"The evil one who defied the Holy Lord will be punished, I swear!" the bishop (deputy) said in a resolute tone, using harsh words to find a way out for the time being. Then, surrounded by deacons, he carried the still unconscious unfortunate fellow away in a hurry, not even bothering to say goodbye to the city lord and the group of nobles.

Chapter 148 Deceit and Treachery with Imagination

Upon returning, the church promptly launched an investigation. Of course, Roach and Alessina, who had a conflict with the victim, were highly suspicious. However, both of them had the support of the Moon Mother Church, and on the other hand, Roach was an alchemist, not a sorcerer, while Alessina was a beastman barbarian. Neither of them had the ability to summon and command demons.

Even though the possibility that the two of them had other accomplices could not be ruled out, after investigating the second scene, namely the demonic traces left around the stone pillar, almost all the clergy and professional exorcists had to agree on the same conclusion: this was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment humiliation.

Because the traces of the demon indicate the highest level of hellish magic reaction, in other words, it is very likely that a true great demon has arrived. The process of summoning such a great demon is extremely complicated and lengthy. Previously, outside Hearthstone City, it took several days for necromancers and hell warlocks to summon ordinary great demons from the hellish bone realm, and they also used a large number of corpses and cultists as sacrifices.

In other words, it was strange in itself to go to such great lengths and prepare for such a small knight in the city. Although it greatly damaged the church's reputation, no one could laugh when the investigation results came out.