Ride and Cut

"Richard, pay attention to your words!" Vera stared bitterly and almost became angry. She raised her hand to hit him and almost twisted herself, "That is not castration, it is a deeper understanding of the doctrine of the Holy Light, it is great. Self-sacrifice!"

"Oh, that's right." Lord Lord didn't feel the slightest thick skin anyway, and nodded perfunctorily, "Great castration, very great."

There was a series of unstoppable babbles suddenly sounded in the hall.

Richard raised his brow and looked around, and suddenly became audible again. The idle guys watching the excitement around, all sternly listened carefully.

"From the perspective of sect development alone, we are indeed not worth mentioning and irrefutable." Carlos flushed, obviously not convinced.

"But you still inherit offensive magic?" Lord Lord asked with interest.

"Yes." Carlos nodded proudly.

"I'm afraid it's more than that, I can feel it." Richard pointed at Carlos and his aunt and uncle with a smile, "You are different from other pastors."

The set of things of the Holy Light Church is very recognizable, and the sun-like pure and warm feeling is the only one that has no semicolon. Richard's spiritual perception can be called a human radar, which can be seen at a glance.

But these three people are not like that, they are more gloomy and darker. Generally speaking, he felt a little plausibly familiar with the Holy Light, but it was very different.

"Moreover, you can hide in the undead without being attacked. It must be a special method. Now that you are reluctant to tell the truth, do you want to fool me as a fool?"

He was still smiling, but Carlos and the others couldn't help but change their faces. The panic that seemed to be hit by the victim was as obvious as the lice on the top of the monk's head.

"Scared!" The idle guys watching the excitement all around suddenly stomped their feet.

The laziness and relaxation on their bodies disappeared in an instant, as if a sleeping tiger opened its eyes, setting off a suffocating sense of oppression!

The expression on Carlos's face is so volatile that anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is trying to work hard.

But immediately everyone thought it was funny again. Today, in front of the entire mountain fort, even ten lives would not be enough to fight.

"My lord, let me tell you." Pastor Yule, who has not spoken, patted Carlos on the shoulder and motioned for him to relax. "Although the church has not been developing smoothly, the ancestors of the Holy Light Art. It's indeed a unique path."

"You better pray that something is not blasphemous!" Vera sneered, holding her arms and waiting for the next step.

"The ancestors believe that only in the most extreme darkness can the purest light be found."

"It sounds like that, but how do you do it?" Richard winked Carlos.

This is obviously a young man who wanted to draw his sword desperately as soon as he was run. It is purely because of his talent, and he has never suffered from the severe beatings of the society. I don't understand that in addition to friends and enemies, there is a third party in between.

Lord Lord did not do this job less when he was young, so now he feels a little kind, as if he saw himself before.

"With the help of the breathing secret method, you can plunge yourself into a semi-undead state that is neither life nor death, just like this..." After Yu Le finished speaking, he closed his eyes and slowly adjusted his breathing.

As everyone's eyes were in full view, his humanity gradually faded, and the blood on his cheeks was replaced by a touch of blue and gray. He seems to be alive, and he seems to be dead. As if standing on both sides of the boundary between life and death with his feet spread apart, it was extremely magical.

"Our school believes that only when we plunge ourselves into darkness can we realize the essence of the Holy Light, which will be a pure and flawless treasure."

"This is blasphemy!" Vera was so angry that her lips were trembling, "What kind of fallacy is definitely not a reason to play with life!"

"Listen to the people first." Richard grabbed her like an iron hoop and didn't let go. "I think it makes sense. It's like a full man who eats like chewing wax, and you have to starve to death to taste the smell of meat."

Semi-undead is equivalent to forcibly turning a full man into a starving ghost-the undead must be more sensitive to the Holy Light than the living, because that is something that can kill them.

It's no wonder that these people are not bad at their skills, but they can't even solve the basic needs of their lives.

Just against their theory, anyone who dares to show up in front of the Holy Light Church and not be chased to death by a heresy is a weird thing! After all, it is impossible for a normal clergyman to look at it with a neutral mentality like Richard.

After all, it would be too absurd to involve the Holy Light with the undead.

"You!" Vera turned her head, and was so angry that she was bursting with tears, and big drops fell down her smooth face.

Regardless of opening his mouth and facing Richard's hand, he took a savage sip, and ran away without turning his head in his long skirt.

"It's all **** dogs." The lord wiped the drool from his hands with his pants.

"Boss, aren't you going to coax Miss Vera?" Abu thief approached and asked.

"I never coax women!" He rolled his eyes coaxingly, and Richard then asked, "Does the reason you have so many clergymen depend on semi-undead?"

"Yes, my lord." The bluish gray on Yu Le's body faded, and his face returned to ruddy. "In the semi-dead state, the sensitivity to the holy light is many times more sensitive than usual, and it is naturally easier to practice divine art."

"What's the price?" Richard sat on a chair with Erlang's legs tilted up, with one hand supporting his chin, "Everything has advantages and disadvantages. I don't believe that there are only benefits without costs."

"The price is that it is very dangerous to practice the semi-undead secret technique at the beginning. It takes an average of five or six people to survive ~ www.readwn.com~ cult, absolute cult!" Lord Lord shot the case and raised his eyebrows coldly. Like a messenger of justice.

A group of soldiers of the Ripper Legion nodded and responded quickly, humming and harp about to come up to capture the criminals, scaring the people into tears.

"Fortunately, we got a treasure by chance. Since then, there is no danger of semi-dead."

"The people of the Holy Light Church are definitely a cult! You can't even think of such a good way." Richard changed his face faster than flipping a book, and waved his hand awe-inspiringly. ."

"But we have been trying our best to avoid the eyes of outsiders, in order to avoid being discovered by the Holy Light Church." Yu Le's face was a little embarrassed.

"This kind of thinking was wrong from the beginning!" Lord Lord sneered disdainfully, "I'm going to hide in Tibet every day, should the sect develop?"

"As long as there is a backer of sufficient size, the little things you committed are not a big deal at all." He patted Carlos and Jule on the shoulders, "Also, that treasure will be appreciated for me in return."