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

A week later, early morning.

The sun hadn't even risen yet.

The autumn sky is dim and deserted, and thick forest fog piles up around the training club. The stars have not faded away, and there are still a few twinkling on the edge of the sky.

[The pain value from the second-level Saint John is 0.01]

[From the second-order saint.]

In this deserted morning, the thick fog was slowly stirred, and finally a small team emerged. They were running along the training club. They were all wearing thick and simple winter uniforms, and their steps were heavy and slow.

Ansu smiled, appreciating the new dawn, and even more appreciating the thriving future of the Holy See.

What a sight.

The fine tradition of running and exercising in the early morning is naturally a part of education.

Not only athletes such as warriors have to run for physical education, but also liberal arts students such as warlocks and magicians also need to run!

Everyone's eyes were lifeless and empty, almost lifeless.

But although their eyes were dead, they were still shouting passionate slogans:

"Pursue excellence!"

"Enjoy your youth!"

Although his eyes were dead, his expression was almost fanatical.

It is difficult to tell whether they are dead or not.

A day for the saints in the training club begins with running exercises.

As for the class schedule, Ansu followed the old system of the Painful Secret Cult, studying literature in the morning and practicing practical combat in the afternoon.

Because there are seven Holy Sees, they are divided into seven classes.

The origin history of the Holy See, principles of alchemy, druid biology, theory of the origin of radiance, and astral reaction structure are divided into several disciplines, divided into categories and clearly organized.

Except that Ansu doesn't teach the above courses personally, there are no problems.

After all, Ansu doesn't know anything about other church subjects.

He has become a bishop, does he need to know these things?

These courses are all handed over to Ansu's external team of professional teachers - in fact, they are teaching and research experts who have not recruited students and were hired by Ansu at low wages.

But Ansu still has a course to teach every day. Ansu calls it "Faith, Thought and Glorious Will." In his previous life, this course was also called: Ideology and Morality Course.

Help these Orthodox Christians correct their thoughts.

Although Anzu took few classes, the Saints' grades improved by leaps and bounds.

They are geniuses.

Under this perverted curriculum that is as precise as seconds, the grades will naturally rise.

So when the results of the first weekly exam came out, all the noble parents smiled with satisfaction.

All saints have scores above ninety.

Intensify!

Ansu launched his so-called ‘Morning Star Model’

It is based on the Hengshui Sheng model, adapted to local conditions, and combined with the characteristics of the Naraku world. In short,

The Hengshui mode is to learn that stars appear at night, and the Morning Star mode is to practice until the stars disappear in the morning.

As for actual combat, under the guidance of the two teaching directors, Liszt and Arthur, the Ice and Fire School and the Nezha Brain School are gradually eroding the pure thoughts of these believers.

They can feel themselves slowly collapsing.

When they collapsed, Ansu was already making money.

On average, one saint can provide Ansu with 0.01 pain points a day. Eighty saints can provide 0.8 pain points a day. In just one week, the pain accumulated on the pain altar has reached 5 Point six.

Sure enough, raising saints makes more money than raising esoteric believers!

And if it is disguised as a cram school, it will not be punished by the saints.

Ansu discovered another evil path, and then developed the 'Saints Training Society', opened holy colleges in various worlds, and built altars of pain in the colleges to sacrifice all the students' pain to the Mother Goddess of Pain. .

In this way, the students learned knowledge, the Mother Goddess received sacrifices, he also received blessings, and everyone had a bright future.

He showed the joy of harvest.

The identity of the leader of the Painful Legion is more useful than Ansu imagined.

It has accumulated 5.6 pains. There are two ways to use it. One is to sacrifice it to the Mother Goddess of Pain, so that the Mother Goddess will give Ansu low-level knowledge about the Mother Goddess of Pain. The other way is to give it directly to Ansu. Alchemy circle.

Give magic power at a ratio of ten to one.

Five point six equals fifty-six magic powers.

However, this is just a one-time magic power. It is stored in the magic circle and is a strategic reserve. It will disappear after being used.

Anzu has no plans to learn pain skills at the moment.

He lacks knowledge about the Mother Goddess of Life.

However, evil players will always make evil operations.

"All converted into magic."

Ansu smiled.

The alchemy circle was slowly operating, and a huge torrent of magic power spurted out. Ansu sang softly: "Gift of life."

【Gift of life】

【High-level magic】

[Summoning Magic]

[Consumption of magic points: 20 magic points per minute (originally 40)]

Use this high-level magic to summon a holy life priest.

Ansu is now a third-level warlock with a magic value of 20. With these 56 points of one-time magic power, it can last for three minutes.

"The blue witch who subverts life originates from the ancient dark priest,"

Ansu chanted another congratulatory message, "I call your name, wishing you to wake up from your eternal sleep."

The terrifying and weird aura descended brazenly, and the turbid and evil soul came along the long river of life. The indescribable aura seemed to be able to distort everything around it,

Very cool.

"Hiss."

"Who dares to disturb my sleep?"

That being's eyes were burning with ghostly soul fire, and he was wrapped in a black robe. Just existing in the world was a blasphemy.

It was the high priest of life in life, and it was also a demigod. Even if its realm fell after death, it still has the majesty and holiness of a saint!

Just looking at it makes my soul tremble!

"I am Ansu Morningstar." Ansu said with a smile, "Hello, priest."

It looked down and saw the tiny existence that summoned it. It was slightly stunned at first, and its pupils shrank and shrank.

Ansu Morningstad

Um.

"Thank you for naming me again~"

The tone of the high priest of life instantly became respectful,

It had a professional smile on its originally skeletal face, but this smile looked weird. It nodded and hunched down like a puppy.

"Boss Chenxing, it turns out you still remember us!"

"What are you talking about, priest? You are too polite."

"Then I'll call you Bones." Ansu said, looking at the whole body of the Life Priest's ribs.

"Boss, I was a demigod after all." The tone of the life priest even sounded aggrieved.

"How about calling you White Bone Demon? This is more domineering."

[The pain value of the fifth-level life priest increases by one]

".You should just call me Bones."

This second-rate guy who took over first and then respected him later was the life priest that Ansu summoned a few days ago.

After using it to sacrifice everyone, it insists on leaving the summoning word, saying that this is its contact information. Next time, if Boss Ansu needs it, he can directly call its name.

On call, available nationwide.

I don’t blame the priest for wanting to please Ansu like this.

This advanced knowledge is really too valuable!

Bones had never heard of such sacrificial words, nor had he seen such an advanced sacrificial ceremony. It took less than a minute to sacrifice such a life.

The sacrificial words of Ansuna 3.0 can be described as alien knowledge for it originating from ancient times.

It is dead now, and all that remains is the thirst for knowledge.

"You have three minutes," Ansu said to him, "Teach me your best skills. If I am satisfied, I will bring you my knowledge next time you call."