The more they object, the more it means I did the right thing

In the center of the hall of the First Church of the Stars,

All would-be saints have disappeared.

Layers upon layers of barriers and warlocks are wrapped into a huge star body, in which countless stars move and circulate.

Huge magic power flows out from the alchemy circle and flows into the center of the star - this is the star terminal connecting the world of Naraku.

In addition to priests from various Holy Sees coming to observe the ceremony, there were also three bishop-level dignitaries who came to inspect the situation. Bishop Lanis of the Astral Holy See was one of them.

After hearing the comforting words of Bishop Lanis, Priest Patsy also felt relieved.

In fact, he also understood that he was worried too much.

The inspector this time is an absolutely neutral astral messenger. No matter how weird the three children from the border are, they can't let the astral messenger change the rules, right?

Now that I think about it, my nerves are indeed too sensitive.

Thinking of this, he gradually relaxed.

"According to the progress, all the would-be saints have already selected the holy relics."

Bishop Lanis said, "The next step is to conduct personality certification - based on their personality characteristics, the initial identity that is most suitable for them will be determined."

"How was it certified this time?"

The Parsi priest knows that the authentication method of personality components is different every time, and there are all kinds of flowers, all determined by the astral messenger.

When the personality components are authenticated, the saints will temporarily forget everything and establish their components with the most authentic reactions.

Most of the identities obtained by saints are soldiers, businessmen, etc. Outstanding saints with leadership skills may also be consuls, nobles, priests, etc.

"This time it's very simple." Bishop Lanis said slowly. "Since the theme is 'collective witch hunting', it means actual combat - analyzing their characters through combat."

"The formed team members will be matched with a team of Pain Cultists of the same number and level. This is also the first level of the exam."

"The team that fails will lose the qualification to enter the world of Naraku."

Lanis added, "But our candidates will not really die, because this second-order Naraku fragment currently belongs to Zhengshen, which is the church world."

The world of Naraku, which belongs to Zhengshen, is also called the church world.

If a saint dies in the church world, he will not really die. He will only lose his memory in the Naraku world. But if the invading esoteric cultists die inside, they will truly die.

But if all the saints' main missions fail, the Naraku fragments will be taken away by the esoteric cultists. The esoteric cultists' Naraku fragments are also called the esoteric world.

The world of Naraku owned by each must be opened regularly and the believers are sent to conquer it again, otherwise it will become a border world - and this is also the time for invasion.

The Astral Esoteric Cult has listed the new strategy of this second-order world as an examination subject for quasi-saints. Only believers of the second-order and below can enter the second-order world.

The definition of the identity of Tantrics and Saints is very simple.

Those who enter the world of Naraku from the terminal of the Astral Holy See are saints, and those who enter the world of Naraku from the terminal of the Esoteric Cult are the Esoteric believers.

There are also fragments of the ownerless world that appear outside the borders of the imperial capital, which are called [border worlds]. They are also the biggest battlefield between the Holy See and the Esoteric Cult.

After listening to Bishop Lanis' words, Priest Passi felt relieved.

He leaned back in his chair relaxedly,

Waiting for the return of the saints.

——

The astral messenger watched Ansu put the six sacred relics into his bag with an expressionless expression.

The young man had a bright smile on his face, full of harvest-like joy, but his two brothers were holding their big bellies in the back and curled up like earthworms.

This strong contrast between sunlight and darkness makes the Astral Messenger indistinguishable from Anzu.

Logically speaking, Ansu should be a saint.

"Where did you come from?" the messenger asked Ansu.

Is it the end of the holy religion or the end of the esoteric religion?

Is it a saint or a esoteric cult?

"I'm from the border." Ansu replied directly, remembering his father's Zunzun teachings about drinking water, homesickness, and sweetness.

In addition to Orthodoxy and Esotericism, a third type has emerged: Borderers.

The astral messenger sighed helplessly. Anyway, Ansu's composition will be known from the next personality test.

"Next, I will guide you to be the most real you - but don't worry."

The astral messenger whispered, "What happened in this process will not be leaked, and no one's memory will be left."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the starlight slowly flowing in the messenger's eyes. Ansu felt dizzy just by looking at it, and his consciousness gradually faded away, and he slowly woke up.

"I have restored the magic power you consumed. Next, you will fight the same group of esoteric cultists."

The messenger smiled with a slightly evil smile, "Because your team has six creatures, you will also be matched with a team of six Mystic cultists."

The starry sky is absolutely neutral.

Will not take sides.

Whether good or evil, good or bad.

The gift of fate has already been marked with a secret price.

Since Ansu chose to cheat, he would also pay the price for his choice. The astral messenger could already imagine Ansu's ugly and helpless expression.

After all, he is just a child under fifteen years old.

This time, let him learn a lesson.

Everything that happens next will be their truest reaction.

The young man lowered his head and paused for a moment.

"whee."

Ansu raised his head, his blue eyes filled with joy, and the corners of his mouth formed an exaggerated arc. His smile was no longer as bright as the sun, and his whole person was filled with a very strange atmosphere.

"This is exactly what I want, this is exactly what I planned!"

ah.?

The astral messenger was stunned.

What happened to you suddenly?

"No one is supervising, and no memory will be left afterward. Then I can do whatever I want - I can experiment with interesting magic, ha."

He tilted his head and muttered to himself,

"There are still six esoteric cultists, not three, but six. I haven't opened a business for a long time, so I can sacrifice them all. Ah, I can't set up an altar, but I can use their bones and blood Ah. Ha, as long as they don’t die before the sacrifice, that’ll be fine.”

"here."

Ansu said happily, "It's simply my playground!"

The astral messenger was shocked.

What on earth are you talking about?

What do these many born words mean?

What does it mean to experiment with new magic?

What do you mean by using their bones and flesh to build an altar?

What do you mean by not letting them die before sacrificing?

Is this the most real Ansu?

I released some kind of creature——

Anzu Morningstad. Birth form?

Before the astral messenger could recover, he heard another burst of good-spirited laughter.

"Warrior of the Sun! No need for restraints!"

Arthur slowly stood up from the ground. The effect of God's gift had ended. He was now full of energy, and his long golden hair was flying in the wind. He tore off his shirt and roared into the sky.

"Knight of the Sun! No need to be a burden!"

He danced proudly in the wind and stood tall!

"It's time for the lion of the sun to fight openly!"

What kind of heavyweight creature is this?

Arthur Sonny's form?

The astral apostle stared at Arthur's lower body with slightly dull eyes, confused and hesitant.

"These two are a joke to you, Your Majesty." Liszt's calm voice came, "Restraint and reserve are the spirit of the nobility."

The astral messenger looked at Liszt with some relief, but soon, the messenger who could see everything realized that something was wrong.

On the surface, Liszt is still personable, humble, polite, and very aristocratic.

But the smell is getting stronger and stronger.

Did you pee secretly?

"do not mind."

Liszt pushed up his glasses gracefully and said in a controlled and reserved manner, "You just said that you are going to fight the evil pain cultists. I am just preparing in advance."

Last time, this move was interrupted by a magic genius.

But this time, Liszt will wash away his shame and regain the lost soul of the nobility.

This one is the heaviest!

Liszt. Munn. Form!

The astral apostle's pupils trembled. He had never encountered such an incomprehensible combination in hundreds of years.

Compared with them, the three void moths who had just died in the team were more anthropomorphic.

border creatures,

Far superior to void creatures.

Yudidian is here again asking for monthly tickets!