The Dean Has Arrived

"Natural believers, that's how it is..." Xiwei was a little surprised.

It's no wonder that the little guy was able to explode such a powerful breath of life last time-I am afraid that as a natural believer, Natasha's rank is not low, if it is placed in the Holy See, at least the bishop's rank.

In fact, Xiwei's idea of ​​building a temple is very simple.

Before he received a mission to revive the white elves, and one of the requirements was to create an exclusive magic system for this isolated race.

If you really want to start from the basic theory of magic, it is estimated that even if you invest all of it in a year, at most a rudiment will be formed.

This is not what Xiwei wants to see.

Other than that, the end of the world just in front of him has already filled him with a sense of crisis. It is obviously not the time to develop new magic leisurely.

So he decided to take a trick.

The architectural drawings of the temple come from the achievement store, but there is no real moon god inside—in fact, what the outside forest elves worship is not the moon god, but the quiet moon.

Enshrined in the temple, it is naturally the crystal fragment of the godhead.

Although it is only fragments, this thing is also a god. The function of collecting beliefs and transforming gods is still available. As long as this function is improved through some transformations, a pseudo-god who has no consciousness and is just a prop is born.

The next thing is simple.

After the Qi Yao Mage Association took away most of the people with magic qualifications, the Pure White Church still had only one support.That is, the learning of'divine arts' has little to do with magical qualifications. As long as the faith is firm, even people with no qualifications can get a certain degree of blessing.

And Xiwei intends to go this way. If it is too difficult to create magic, then just use the pure white church's magic system as a blueprint and create another set of magic arts?

The crystalline fragments of the godhead as the object of faith will only be in this refuge. All faiths have the white elves, and other races cannot reach them. In this way, the conditions of "as the exclusive magic of the white elves" can also be met.

If this idea is really successful, it will undoubtedly solve the most difficult part of that task.

Another Xiwei made a special trip to the Necessary Evil Church.Learn the brainwashing over there...cough.I'm talking about missionary techniques to increase the sense of belonging of these white elves to this Luna Church (tentative name).

As for why she didn't learn the methods of the pure white church from Elilia and the others, but instead went to Horna, it was purely because Sivi had a considerable degree of guard against the scheming pope.

He was able to trust the saint Elilia and the holy silver sword Ji Fu Lei.But I can't believe that in order to gather the authority of the church.Even the old guy who can use the saint as a bargaining chip-God knows if he will find something in the clues.

Occasionally, Xi Wei feels that he is really worried.After all, the distance between the Refuge and the Eastern Plains was not even a star and a half.Even if the pope could find anything, he would definitely not be able to find it here.

I just don't know why Xiwei always has a deep fear of the Pope who is between his strength and the Pope, who is completely invisible.

Forget it.It's better to be cautious.

After giving herself a reason in her heart, Xiwei took Natasha, who was joking, stared at the white elf Jessica Zaren, and went to the temple building to help (tian) the dwarfs (luan). ).

——Timothyen Dark Alliance. Westland Cliff——

"You are here again, Asacher, have you decided this time?"

In the dark room, the harsh voice sounded again, causing Asachel, who had just entered the room and wore a black cloak, to frown slightly.

The black body in the flask looked fatter than the last time, and even filled the bottom of the flask.

And at this time, the black body was covered with creepy mouths, they opened and closed meaninglessly, and they shed purple saliva.

Through observation, Asacher knew that after a certain amount of accumulation, those purple saliva would be absorbed by the body, making it continue to grow in size.

Before that lord came back, no one in the castle could stop this trend.

"It seems that you are still hesitating...what are you afraid of..."

Asacher's silence made the voice more sharp: "Do you know what your master is doing in the abyss this time?"

"This is not what a prisoner like you should ask!"

Asacher's eyes sharpened suddenly, and the body under the cloak quickly swelled like a blow, from a small man less than six feet to a burly man taller than nine feet.

Although the burly body was still hidden under the cloak and did not show any signs of it, if ordinary people were present, he would be eroded and affected by his violent aura immediately, becoming a lunatic or directly scared to death.

"Clap the Styx in the name of the queen of the black iron coffin... capture Hugh Bo Thoreau... gather the demon forces remaining in the abyss..."

Whenever the black mud-like monster said a word, the eyebrows under the hood of Azathel would tremble.

The purpose of the vampire princess going to the abyss is indeed what it said.

"These are just her lies..."

Then the monster's words surprised Asachel: "What did you say!"

"Tell you a good thing... The destruction of the world is in sight... She is also afraid... fearing the coming destruction..."

"Shut up! What do you know about that lord!"

Asacher yelled. If it weren't for the sound insulation of this room, I'm afraid the demon guards of the castle have already swarmed.

"If you dare to insult that lord again, I will kill you! Even the monsters that have survived in the age of mythology are definitely not my opponent in this state!"

"You believed what I said...that's why you are so anxious and so restless...but you are too weak...can't change the direction of your fate...do you want to become stronger...at least strong enough to share her anxiety..."

After the threat of Asacher's stubborn stubble, the group of black mud-like creatures became more active.

"Come on... Eat a part of my body... Then you will have power you can't imagine..."

"Shut up, shut up and shut up!"

Asachel roared angrily.

He found himself tempted in an instant.

"I will never let you confuse you, nor will I let you act arbitrarily! Be honest, if I find anything unusual about you, even if I fight for my life, I will kill you first!"

After speaking, he slammed the door and left.

"Ha ha ha... Once the seeds have taken root in the heart... they will begin to thrive..."

"Azazel... the one in your heart has long become a towering tree... the next time you come..."

"It's the time to harvest the fruits..." (To be continued...)