Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes Chapter 219

　　 As a result of retrieving the family guard, Evan was lucky enough to regain part of his reward.

　　 However, because he ran out of the waves, he was in danger due to carelessness, and he was severely taught by Duke Carlot.

　　 Even if you choose to travel and explore, you must put personal safety first!

The eighth-tier guards of the 　　 family are not omnipotent, and the ninth-tier cannot guarantee that they can walk sideways on the mainland. Therefore, at any moment, do not blindly put yourself in a dangerous situation.

　　 No matter any treasure resource can be replaced, only oneself is the root of everything.

　　 I can save my life with good luck this time, what about next time?

　　In order to reinforce Evan's impression of this, the Duke gave him part of the reward he deserved, and directly ordered him to return to Fengjincheng to practice and develop territory, and he was strictly prohibited from traveling.

　　 Until his strength breaks through the seventh rank, the ban can be lifted.

　　 Evan in front of the Duke was trained to look like an ostrich, shrinking his neck constantly, almost retracting into his clothes.

　　 On the other side, in a temporary cave.

"Well……"

　　 Feeling the cold and hard stimulation on the back of his body, the blond young bishop opened his eyes in pain.

　　 What catches your eyes is the dark and cramped cave stone wall.

　　 He realized that he was still lying on a rough rock altar at the moment, his limbs and neck were tightly bound by magical shackles, and his equipment had been stripped clean.

　　 only left one piece of personal clothing, keeping him a little bit of last dignity.

　　 wanted to break free, but there was no magic in the body, and there was even a huge sense of weakness, which seemed to be the origin of the spiritual sea being damaged.

　　 slap, slap, slap...

　　 Perhaps sensing his awakening, a soft footstep sounded gradually, from far to near.

　　 The young bishop tried to open his eyes wide, trying to look in the direction of the people coming, but he couldn't do it because his neck was tied up.

　　 But soon, he doesn't need to make this kind of effort anymore,

　　 A familiar figure in a black robe and hood appeared in his eyes——

"you……"

　　 Seeing the familiar black robe, the young bishop's eyes suddenly widened, and a fierce and cold anger burned in it. The throat rolled violently, but he couldn't find enough words to vent his anger!

　　 These despicable pagans actually attracted his attention with the false Holy Grail, and then secretly attacked him with the power of the holy relic!

　　 Without care, he was directly involved in the power of the 'sacred object' and lost consciousness.

　　 When the white light in his eyes dissipated, it could be seen that the primary color of his eyes was a strange pale gold, like the rising morning light, pure and transparent.

　　 In fact, if you take a closer look, you can find that the bishop's face is actually younger than when he looked from a distance before, even slightly childish.

　　 "Don't be so excited...a false god's running dog, there are more interesting things waiting for you."

　　 Below the layered hood, Anvis opened his mouth imitating the tone and tone of the moon-calling esoteric cult. His voice was dim and indistinguishable.

　　 "Despicable heretics...you will be surrounded by darkness, even when the final judgment comes, you will not be saved or exempted!"

　　 Listening to his voice, the bishop on the altar gritted his teeth.

　　 "Thank you for your blessing, and may your true eyes always look upon your soul."

　　 Anvis didn't care about the words of the bishop gritted his teeth.

　　 The spiritual origin was severely damaged, and all his power was temporarily lost, and his limbs were still bound by high-level magic. The current bishop can only speak quickly on the bed... on the altar.

　　 But, after all, as an eighth rank, the bishop's spiritual defense is still strong. Even if he had been seriously injured and lost his strength at this time, he still had no intention of wavering.

　　 Therefore, Anves needs to open a little gap on the surface of his mind.

　　 "Look at this, what a fun gadget."

　　 Looking at the bishop's pale golden eyes like ice, Anvis slowly raised his right hand, and his fingertips picked up the ring-shaped sacred emblem of light and shook it in front of the bishop.

　　 Regardless of the bishop's angry gaze, Anvis spoke to himself.

　　 "Have you seen, the symbol of your sad god, like the whole world you know, is firmly bound in such a small circle."

　　 While talking, Anvis pressed his fingers slightly. A gloomy and ominous magical power gushes from his fingertips, entwined on the surface of the light sacred emblem, violently eroding the holy power on it.

　　 "But, the light, after all, is no match for the mighty darkness."

　　 Following his movements, the [Sacred Symbol of Light] engraved with sacred lines gradually began to deform between his fingers.

　　 "You...you unforgivable heretic!"

　　 Under the eyes of the young bishop's splitting eyes, as Anves' fingertips were completely closed, a faint white light flashed. The hollow sacred emblem of light was completely destroyed in front of him, leaving only a few fragments of the dark ring.

　　I can't help but witnessed his sacred symbol of light being corroded by the power of the old god. This kind of ritual-like incomparable desecration made the bishop's breath suddenly short. The anger rose again, even to the point of anger.

　　 "Angry?"

　　 The hood quivered slightly, Anvis opened his mouth.

　　 "So, what if this is the case?"

The voice of 　　 fell, and several dark ring fragments suddenly floated up on their own, and reassembled.

　　 Holding the rejoined ring, Anvis said in a faint tone.

　　 "I wonder if you have ever heard of a ritual called the parasitic destiny, and its effects."

　　 The bishop's eyes suddenly widened when he heard the word parasitic destiny uttered in the mouth of the "moon-calling cult" in front of him~www.mtlnovel.com~

　　 At the same time, it seemed to corroborate the bishop's guess that a human figure wearing the bishop's previous outfit, but without facial features, suddenly appeared in front of the bishop.

　　 "It seems that I don't have to spend any more words."

　　 Accompanied by Anves' dark and difficult tones, the face of the figure suddenly began to fluctuate, and the figure gradually changed.

　　 Slowly, a face that made the bishop even had the illusion that he was looking in a mirror appeared in front of him.

　　 "Perfect masterpiece, but it's just the last point."

　　 Seeing that he was just like the bishop, but with his eyes closed, Anvis smiled and raised the black light emblem and displayed it in the bishop's gaze.

　　 So, under his gaze, the dark color of the ring suddenly faded, and the holy silver-white color was restored. But the dim alien power in it was still clearly discernible.

　　 Watching Anves personally hang this alienated 'Sacred Emblem of Light' on the chest of the figure, a strong chill suddenly rises in the bishop's heart.

　　 Amidst this violent mood swing, his mind trembled suddenly, revealing a tiny gap.

　　 For an instant, in these crevices, something unknown began to slowly breed.

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