Chapter 349 The Saint's Past, Evil Magic

"Those reckless men are simply rude to the extreme and have no education at all!"

Bishop Aiden's voice echoed in the forest, and it was particularly harsh along with the sound of rustling leaves.

"My IQ isn't that great either!"

A priest, Baker echoed, with a hint of contempt in his voice.

"They actually said that the Holy Spirit Bell was useless against evil goblins and were stupid enough to let it be snatched away? This is simply an insult to our church!"

In the forest, a group of men wearing religious robes were quickly shuttling between the dense trees.

Anger and dissatisfaction were written on their faces, and they were obviously extremely indignant at the behavior of certain people.

"I think it's just those reckless men who want to covet the rare things of our church!"

Aiden said through gritted teeth.

"Over the years, those people in the empire have become more and more presumptuous, and they don't take our church seriously at all!"

"that is!"

The believers behind him echoed indignantly.

“The money that was supposed to go to our church is now getting less and less.”

"They don't even think about it. If it weren't for the blessings of the gods, and if our church hadn't communicated with the gods, how could their empires be so prosperous!"

Hearing this, Baker couldn't help clenching his fists with an angry look on his face.

He suddenly thought of something and whispered:

"If Saint Qinglie was still here, how could they dare to be so arrogant..."

"shut up!"

Aiden interrupted Beck sharply, his face instantly darkening.

"How many times have I told you that the traitor is not allowed to be mentioned again! She is a disgrace to our church!"

Beck frowned in displeasure, but he did not continue to refute.

He really didn't believe that the cold, aloof and kind-hearted saint would betray the church and its believers.

He still clearly remembered that day on the dry land, the saint stood there, praying to the sky with her hands clasped together.

Her figure looked extraordinarily tall and holy in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if even the heaven and earth were moved by it.

And this prayer lasts for seven days and seven nights.

Even a saint cannot bear to go without food or drink for a long time.

The end result was that she felt heavenly.

Sweet rain falls from the sky.

He remembered that he didn't understand at that time and asked such a question.

"Why should we pray to heaven and gods for something that can be approached by magic or divine magic?"

He remembered that at that time, she had a beautiful smile on her withered face and a beautiful voice.

"Magic is not omnipotent, nor is divine magic omnipotent."

"Everything in this world has its own destiny"

He remembered that at that time, he just nodded ignorantly, and his eyes were attracted by the slender figure that seemed to fall down if it was blown by the wind.

From that moment on, he decided in his heart to join the church.

Decided to learn from the Qing Lie Saint and help others.

Just to get closer to the light in his heart.

Even just a little.

but.

When he joined the church, he heard bad news.

Saint Qinglie betrayed the church, disobeyed the gods, and abandoned believers.

Then, under the insults of the crowd, under the burning of fire, he was bound to the cross.

Burned to death.

He didn't believe it, didn't understand it.

He felt in his heart that the saint was wronged.

She would never betray the church, disobey God, or abandon believers.

She is so kind.

But so what?

How can the church go wrong?

How could the Pope, who is the spokesman of God, allow others to falsely accuse the Saint?

Moreover.

He was just a new member of the church.

Nothing can be done. The church even banned all discussions about Saint Qinglie.

And there was nothing he could do.

He could only learn from the Saint and slowly move forward on that path.

Memorize holy scriptures, learn divine arts, and eventually become a priest, one step away from a bishop.

Until now.

Only then did he understand what the saint said that day.

"Magic is not omnipotent, nor is divine magic omnipotent."

If this land casts a spell to rain, then the land not far away will stop raining and will dry up.

"Everything in this world has its own destiny"

"Why"

Aiden patted Baker on the shoulder and comforted:

"Don't think too much"

This is what his apprentice is like. If this boy hadn't been obsessed with the pure saint, he wouldn't be the priest now.

"alert!"

Aiden's eyes were as sharp as hawks. He suddenly felt an unusual aura, so he shouted to everyone without hesitation.

In an instant, the believers exuded powerful magic power.

They muttered words so fast that it was almost inaudible.

But every word is full of power.

As they chanted, complex magic arrays appeared in the air, shining with mysterious light.

"Who is sneaking around there!"

Aiden raised the staff in his hand, and a more powerful magic burst out from the tip of the staff, forming a huge magic circle and aiming at the grass not far away. He shouted:

"come out!"

The moment he finished speaking, a dazzling white thunderbolt rushed out from the magic circle, and with the power to destroy the world, it struck the grass hard.

However, the explosion that everyone was expecting did not sound, but instead there was an eerie silence.

I saw that at the moment when the white lightning was about to touch the grass, a magic circle as black as ink suddenly appeared in the air.

The magic circle exuded a chill, as if even the air was frozen.

The white lightning fell on the dark magic circle, like a drop of water falling into the boundless sea, disappearing without a trace in an instant, without even a ripple.

"This is..."

Aiden's pupils shrank suddenly, and he recognized the origin of the dark magic circle.

"Black magic formula!"

Black magic is a kind of evil magic that is cultivated with negative emotions, life, blood and flesh as nutrients.

Because of its cruel and ruthless methods and violation of the way of nature, it is forbidden to learn and use by all races.

Even once someone is found learning black magic formulas, they will be hunted immediately.

There is no doubt that people who learn this kind of magic are the public enemy of all races!

However, it is undeniable that the power of black magic is indeed outrageous.

Aiden instantly felt like he was facing a great enemy, and the magic power in his body surged as if it was about to break through the sky.

His spiritual realm also unfolded at this moment, covering everything around him.

One after another, elementary magic and divine arts emerged out of thin air without chanting, corresponding to their respective magic circles, emitting brilliant light.

The number of them was so large that the believers behind him were stunned and amazed.

At the same time, they understood how powerful the enemy was.

Surprisingly, it could make Lord Aiden so cautious.

And Baker on the side was not idle either. While Aiden was constructing attack magic.

He had already constructed countless defensive magic.

One after another, magic shields emerged around them, surrounding and protecting everyone in the church.

Aiden was very pleased to see this, just when he was about to release magic attack.

The figure that walked out of the bush made him stunned, and then shocked!

I saw a plump woman slowly walking out of the bush.

The woman's face was covered with hideous scars, which was extremely scary.

However, if you look closely, you can still see a glimpse of her former beautiful face from the twisted scars.

"Saint, Saint Lady?" (End of this chapter)