The Path of Ascension to the Priest

In the dark and damp stone room, Irene leaned against the wall and looked indifferently at the phantoms around her. The gray wall stained with black blood had disappeared, replaced by the desolate and lonely Wucheng and a freshman walking on the empty street. Two small figures.

The little Irene was led down the street by a beautiful woman in a red robe. She was wearing a pure white priestly uniform that was incompatible with the gloomy surroundings. The gray eyes looked innocently and curiously at the witch who walked by them.

Some black witches like to wear black cloaks to cover themselves tightly, only revealing a pair of eyes, and when passing by little Irene, they let out bursts of weird laughter.

Little Irene shrank her shoulders, looked back with some fear, and stared down at her feet. There were more and more weird and weird ridicules, so she couldn't help but stop and hug the woman in the red robe. Thighs hid behind her.

The phantom was a little blurred because of Irene's intense emotions, but it became clear again the next moment. Irene felt like she was floating in mid-air, her hands and feet were bound and unable to move, even if she closed her eyes, the phantom still couldn't move. Still floating in front of her eyes, she was forced to look at herself and that woman when she was a child.

The past buried in her heart that she was most unwilling to recall came to her like a tide. She held her breath, and the immature voice of little Irene suddenly rang in her ears.

"Mom, do they not like me?"

The red-robed woman knelt down, touched little Irene's head, and said softly, "They are envious of you."

"Because you are a pure and noble priest."

The emotion in Irene's eyes collapsed instantly, because the mood fluctuated too much, a crack suddenly appeared in the phantom around her, and the crack spread like a spider web, and the phantom shattered into powder and dissipated in the air.

The scene changed. In a cold and dark stone room, little Irene, who was not as high as the stone platform, was hugged by a red-robed witch, holding a sharp knife tightly in her little hand. The knife was inserted from her chest and slowly After cutting open the stomach of the man lying on the high platform who could not make a sound, her hand holding the knife did not tremble at all, and the hot blood splashed on her face, causing her to turn her head slightly to avoid it.

The man had stopped struggling, and his warm blood slowly began to coagulate.

Little Irene skillfully put down the knife, then hollowed out the man's internal organs, and then put the prepared things in, with her blood-stained hands hanging on top, her immature voice stumbling and chanting complicated spells, black air in the palm of her hand Gathering gradually covered the corpse on the high platform, the wound on the stomach began to heal spontaneously, and the man's skin gradually turned gray.

After the black air dissipated, the dead body suddenly struggled. The red robe witch's eyes lit up. She stared at the body for a while and found that the man had not opened his eyes. Her eyes gradually became calm.

Little Irene turned her head to the red-robed woman and said, "Mom, did I save him?"

The red-robed witch nodded, and raised her hand to put the corpse on the high platform into the space gem.

"Then let's go and see him." Little Irene jumped off the red-robed witch, then pulled her wrist and walked out.

The phantom of the stone room disappeared, and little Irene stood at the entrance of the town, looking happily at the man who had just been lying on the high platform, and now he had recovered and was chatting with his companion, with a very vivid smile on his face.

The red-robed witch stood behind little Irene, glanced at the mass grave in front of her, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, she stroked little Irene's head, and praised: "Irene, you are really an excellent priest." She Take out a bottle of bright holy water and give it to little Irene.

Little Irene frowned and drank it, her face turned pale from the pain, and she said with a bitter face, "I don't want to drink this."

"Only by drinking it can you learn more spells of light."

You will definitely be proud of your mother, Erin.

When you grow up, mom will build a church for you, okay?

You will become the most supreme pope in Staru Continent, and everyone can only surrender at your feet.

Erin...

The voice of the red-robed woman kept echoing in her ears, and Irene closed her eyes and roared in a low voice: "...that's enough."

The warm touch from the palm awakened Irene, who was trapped by memories, she opened her eyes slightly, and when she lowered her head, she saw the little gray hair ball leaning on her hand, looking up at her blankly.

The scene in front of her was still changing rapidly, Irene let out a breath slowly, hugged the little hairball stiffly and placed it on her chest, leaned her head against the wall, and stared at the direction above her head.

There was a strange noise at the door, and the door was gently pushed open by a plain white palm. Granna walked in from the outside. The loose red robe on her body was slightly rippling as she walked. She was admiring the surrounding scenery. Phantom, walking to the stone bed, looked at Irene tenderly with a faint smile in her gray eyes.

As if feeling something strange, Irene opened her eyes and looked at Granna in front of her with a dazed expression. She couldn't tell whether the person in front of her was a real person or a phantom.

She looked away and glanced at the surrounding environment, the illusion has changed again.

"This is really a sad thing." Granna and Irene looked at the scene shown by the phantom, shook their heads and sighed, "My lovely child is not welcomed by the Holy See."

The little Irene in the phantom has grown up a lot, the innocence on her face has disappeared, her gray eyes look lifeless and dull, the background behind her is no longer Wucheng, but a country closest to Wucheng The Holy See within.

She was still wearing a pure white priest's robe, but compared with a truly noble and holy priest, the robe on her body looked dull and worn out, and the skirt seemed to be stained with unclean blood.

She was reprimanded by the priest, attacked by the magic of light, and the power of darkness that had been suppressed by the holy water of light in her body erupted without warning, and it was out of control. The "companion" in her mind was eroded by the power of darkness that she erupted. It turned into puddles of blood in an extremely miserable manner.

Grana looked at the little Irene who was sitting in the blood with a face full of despair, and said with a smile to the real Irene in front of her, "You were really cute at that time."

"Since you were born, the first time I saw you, I realized that you were not suitable to be a black witch." Grana frowned as if thinking of something bad, "Because you are too kind." .”

"How can the black witch of the Anderson family have such a useless emotion as kindness, let alone you are my daughter of Granna."

"Your talent is very high, and you can always surprise me." Granna sighed, and said with some regret: "It's just a pity that your broken faith and despair didn't pull you into the darkness."

Irene lowered her head and said numbly, "Crazy."

Grana shook her head in disapproval. She raised Irene's chin, looked at her, and said seriously: "The Anderson family is not crazy, but the Garcia family is."

Erin watched her silently.

"The God of Darkness has long since left for God's Domain, and Startu Continent no longer needs him, and those lunatics are still thinking of awakening the God of Darkness."

The corners of Grana's lips curled up as she spoke. She leaned slightly and leaned closer to Irene's ear, whispering to her softly, "Obviously we can become... the new God of Darkness, can't we?"

"We will cover the continent of Statu with darkness, and establish a dark church. The giants combined with half-humans and humans are our dark believers." Granna touched Irene's face and said with a smile: "You are the dark Pope of the Holy See."

"Werewolves are our knights."

"As long as you are willing to be with me, the whole continent is ours."

"Irene..."

Irene pushed Grana's hand away, and refused in a cold voice, "I won't help you." She raised her eyes and looked at Grana's, looking at the eyes that were exactly the same as her own. Crazy, she whispered, "Your idea is crazy."

Grana chuckled, "Yes, but hasn't my craziest idea come true?"

"You are a black witch with the power of darkness in your blood, but you are not afraid of the power of light. What a perfect existence."

"I caught a total of a thousand black witches for this experiment, and only you succeeded in the end." Granna looked at Irene's eyes, more like looking at a satisfactory work, "I need you, Irene."

Irene recalled the memory that after the holy water of light entered her body, it repelled her own dark power and made her faint from pain. Her face turned pale, and she couldn't help coughing violently.

Granna looked at her worriedly, reached out and took her into her arms, and patted her on the back.

Irene leaned on Grana's body, her coughing gradually became quieter. Grana stroked her hair and said softly, "I need a resurrection circle."

Eileen, who had recovered her breathing, pushed her away indifferently, turned around and pressed her forehead against the wall, and ignored her.

Granna smiled helplessly, and had no choice but to turn around and leave. She came out of the stone room and walked outside through the long corridor.

The sky was dark and the cold wind was biting. She put on the hood of her red robe, looked up at the incomplete moon in the sky, pondered for a while, and said to the giant behind her: "Feed a forbidden fruit to those two a werewolf."

The giant scratched his head and looked embarrassed, "Their strength is too great, I can't hold it down."

Granna glanced at him, but before she could speak, she suddenly noticed something, and turned her head keenly to look to the right. There seemed to be boundless danger hidden in the boundless darkness.

She raised her hand and scratched lightly in the void. Seeing the phantom condensed by the black air, she raised her eyebrows, "Werewolf?" There was a trace of excitement in her tone.

As her words fell, an angry wolf roar broke the dark silence. Granna squinted her eyes, summoned a skeleton, and directed it to pick her up and walk towards the dungeon.

Outside the manor, there were skeletons and monsters patrolling the empty streets. A white figure jumped out of the darkness, its sharp nails directly scratched the monster's throat, and its slender white hands grabbed the monster's head and tore it in half.

The rest of the monsters and skeletons stopped and rushed towards the invading enemies. However, more and more enemies jumped out of the darkness, and the ground was soon filled with torn monster corpses and skeleton bones.

A huge gray wolf came out of the darkness, its brown eyes stared coldly at the manor protected by the dark barrier, and ordered to the werewolf beside him, "Smash it."

The white-haired werewolves who were stronger in terms of strength came out, rubbed their wrists, clenched their fists and punched the dark barrier vigorously, making dull sounds one after another.

A crack appeared in the dark enchantment, and as the muffled noise grew louder, the enchantment finally completely cracked.

The werewolves jumped into the manor one after another, faced the guarded monsters, and tore them into pieces ferociously and neatly, as if they were going to crush them all the way.

Werewolves are never afraid of fighting. Whether they are facing the Black Witch, the Blood Race, or the Holy See, they will never take a step back.

This is the animality that runs in their veins.

On a high roof in front of the manor, Tang Qiu and Lucille, who had rushed to the Principality of Shas, occupied a very good view here, observing the situation of the werewolf and the black witch in the dark.

The number of werewolves dispatched was beyond Tang Qiu's expectations, but it was a good thing for her, especially after witnessing their combat effectiveness.

There were werewolves attracting the red robe witch's attention, so it would be easier for them to save Irene.

This was the first time Tang Qiu saw the extraordinary combat power of a werewolf. She was a little surprised, "Am I like this too?"

Because she has no memory of being transformed into a werewolf, to her, a werewolf is still a very vague concept.

Lucille pointed to a white-haired werewolf, and said in a low voice, "You look like this after you transform into a werewolf."

Tang Qiu nodded thoughtfully, shifted his gaze to the huge gray wolf, and asked curiously, "What about this original form?"

Lucille shook her head, "You still won't change into your original form."

Tang Qiu raised her eyebrows, smiled and said nothing, she looked down at the manor, the werewolf had already crushed all the way and advanced several hundred meters inside.

The strong smell of blood had spread to their side. Tang Qiu didn't dare to use spells lightly to avoid being found. He could only give Lucille a comforting look. a little closer.

Smelling the scent on her body made her face slightly relieved.

In the manor, all the monsters and skeletons scattered in the yard were killed by the werewolves. They continued to go deeper, and a giant over three meters tall suddenly ran out, with red eyes and panting heavily. The speed of rushing over is very fast.

He rushed over and waved his long arms to repel the two werewolves facing him. The werewolf stabilized his body in the air and landed on the ground, lowering his body slightly to assume an offensive posture.

The two werewolves fought with the giant. Every time the figure, which was too petite compared to the giant, would tear off a piece of flesh and blood, the nails were stained red with blood, and the giant's angry roar was heard by the ears, and the werewolf stepped back. Taking a step forward, he lowered his head and licked the blood on his fingers.

The smell of blood made her even more excited.

The black mist silently enveloped the entire manor. The black witch released the dark domain. The werewolves who had been fighting fiercely just now calmed down and surrounded the gray wolf, looking warily at the surroundings covered by the mist.

The gray wolf let out a low growl, and took the initiative to walk ahead to explore the way. His aura was so overwhelming that even the fog in the dark area was dispersed into a vacuum of about three meters.

Tang Qiu noticed when the black mist was creeping in. She took out two black cloaks, handed one to Lucille, and put the other on herself.

She carefully tucked her blond hair back into her hood, and said to Lucille, "Let's go down."

Lucille hugged her and jumped off the roof, raised her eyes and glanced at the manor shrouded in darkness, frowned and said, "How can we find Irene under the darkness of the red-robed witch?"

Tang Qiu smiled at her, and said softly, "Don't worry, someone will guide us."

While talking, she took out a smooth phalanx and bent down to put it on the ground. Facing Lucille's questioning eyes, she explained softly, "Mark's grocery store provides the guiding service."

Lucille's expression was a little subtle, "...How much is the reward?"

Tang Qiu looked at a skeleton walking unsteadily towards them from the black mist, touched his chin, and said in a deep voice, "I'm probably going to give Irene to them."

Otherwise, she really couldn't figure it out, what is the purpose of an underground organization that only accepts rewards to provide her with "intimate" services over and over again, even without paying any deposit.

The only reason she could think of was that there was some relationship between Irene and Mark's grocery store that she didn't know about.

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Erin is Grana's own daughter