The church is towering, with various reliefs and paintings of gods on it. A huge colorful floor-to-ceiling window stands at the end of the church. The sun shines along the wall-like window. Due to its special material, it looks particularly gorgeous when it shines through the window, as if divine light is coming.

On the high platform, a sculpture of a faceless winged angel stood with its head down. The flat cheeks without facial features were quietly "calling" below. A strange man in rags was tied to an iron cross, shaking constantly, but unable to break free.

It is said to be a weird person because he has a faint black fluff growing all over his body, from his cheeks to his elbows to his ankles, as if he is returning to his ancestors, but he looks like a monster because of his violent eyes.

He roared all kinds of messy syllables in his mouth, which was not real, but it was quite annoying. However, compared to the people around him, his current performance is not scary.

A group of people in white robes looked at him coldly, as if they were fish on the chopping board, and as disgusted as if they were looking at maggots in the cesspool.

Auxiliary Bishop Stiller

Father LeBron

Worthy Monk

Cultivation monk

Mother Lisa

Deacon Eliuk

White-clothed deacon Riki

Deacon in white...

Except for managing a parish Bishop Charles, it seems that all the clergy in Peeta are here.

They surrounded the platform, quietly watching the tied monsters and the young people who were also standing on the platform and not far from the monsters.

The young man was wearing a normal gentleman's uniform, black clothes, black pants, black leather boots, black hair and black eyes, and his whole body was black, which was clearly distinguished from a large circle of white around him. However, when the people around him looked at his expression, they seemed a little friendly as if they were half of their own.

“It’s time to start.”

A gentle voice came to the Ossie monks in the crowd.

The young man nodded without looking back, grabbed the thorn cross pendant with his right hand, and looked at the struggling monster tightly with his deep eyes. After taking a deep breath, his mouth with green fluffy opened and closed under the light.

The magnificent spell rang deep in the church, and the halo shining behind the angel statue was like a divine sound coming from the sky.

The surrounding hall was empty, and echoes sounded, which contrasted with the extremely solemn sound of the spell. People were delighted when they heard this sound.

The weird guy tied to the cross was completely the opposite. He shouted and quickly revealed the messy syllables in his mouth, as if he was scolding something.

But then, he didn't have the strength to do such things again.

The mantra kept chanting, accompanied by a burst of burnt black smoke, a beam of cross-shaped light appeared from his forehead. The thing seemed to have a high heat. After it appeared, it began to rotate, squeezing the surrounding skin, twisting and deforming, wrinkles turned red, and blisters appeared rapidly.

The scream sounded, and the sharp and hoarse howling showed the sound of the master suffering.

However, this is just the beginning.

Not long after the cross appeared, the spell ended. However, the ending spell did not affect the rotation of the cross. Instead, it seemed as if it was constantly absorbing the surrounding light, growing brighter and brighter.

A big burnt hole was drilled into the weird man's forehead, and the blood quickly rose and evaporated under the high temperature. The rosy and pale and drier skull was clearly visible, and a vague sound was made under "baking".

At the same time, the milky white halo gradually spread from the forehead to the whole body. With the faint howling after the throat screamed, the high temperature flowed all over the body. At this time, the onlookers couldn't help but smile.

The clothes are ruptured, the hair is burnt and curly, the skin is red and blistered and deflated, and the temperature is getting hotter and hotter.

This process lasted for about a quarter of an hour, and in the end the monster was completely shrouded in a white light, like a cocoon, making it difficult to see the inside.

After the cocoon was formed, it exploded with a bang, revealing the fiery red iron cross of thorns that were stained with high temperature, and a pool of black ashes under the feet of "it" - no bones remain.

Charles was stunned for this, and applause immediately sounded around him.

“Good done.”

"Every time I join the Protestant, I can't help but want to sing a song, Lord Colanston, welcome you."

"May the Lord be with you."

"Thank you, thank you." Constantly dealing with these people he didn't know at all, Charles concealed his inner throbbing, smiling but not smiling, and his skin finally became a little stiff.

Fortunately, the crowd dispersed soon, and Charles was not too tired - they had their own things to be busy with after all.

Elliot gave him a goodbye look when he left, and now only the monk Ossi was in front of him. He patted Charle on the shoulder, and the smile on his face was sincere from the bottom of his heart.

"The guy is very good."

"Half a month is not very fast." Charles said implicitly.

"But it's not slow." The monk Ossi maintained a gentle smile inertia: "Since you can practice purification, you must be innocent, there is no doubt about this."

“So next?”

Charles asked tentatively, he didn't think that making such a big scene was just boring to watch, but more like letting himself show off here.

"I guess you have guessed our plans, too." The monk Ossi said softly: "What are your thoughts?"

I seem to have chosen some of them.

Charles muttered secretly, and said on the surface: "Of course I really want to join the church, but I can't let go of my family's property. In addition, I am also responsible for the task of passing on the family line for the Corenton family. I am afraid I cannot serve the Lord of Thorns wholeheartedly."

He was really scared now. Although he had put the spell on himself just now, he had never used it on people in broad daylight. Who would have thought it was astonishingly powerful?

If this is on himself, he will be miserable.

Although the spell is only for dark creatures, he has not forgotten what he has practiced. God knows whether these two clearly distinguished spells will conflict in the future and then retaliate against themselves and immobilize?

However, the monk Ossi had no idea of ​​"let him go".

"We have considered this. In fact, there are many of us who are similar to yours." He said gently: "So you have two options."

"Which two?" Charles asked.

In his perception, it seems that people in the church are the same, right? They cannot marry and have children, and stick to the rules all day long.

"One is a semi-independent witch hunter who goes to Dulin to perform regular tasks every month. The church will give them the necessary supplies and promotion opportunities, and the degree of freedom is very high."

"What about the other kind?" Shire lacked interest in this. With the shuttle door, he didn't want to run around the country.

"The other is the church's extra-staff, which also has fixed tasks, but will be assigned nearby." said the monk Ossi, and added tactfully: "This kind of welfare is the worst. Apart from the crisis of life and death, we will not give you any other help. If you want to obtain spells or cast items, you also need to make corresponding contributions. Of course, like the witch hunter, you don't have to follow the rule that you can't get married."

“So, what is your choice?”

"I'll choose the last one."

Charle answered decisively.

Of course, he didn't know what would happen if he didn't choose. He was so kind, and he thought it would be better not to make people angry and make themselves boring.

His response did not exceed the monk's expectations. He nodded naturally and said, "The non-staff members do not have uniform clothing, but they have the primary demon hunting certificate issued by the church, which is universally used all over the world. They can command police forces from all over the world to help. However, this needs to be reported to the Archdiocese of Dulin before they can be issued."

"The newly added non-staff members have a task every month, and you need to be prepared at all times because we cannot determine when the evil forces will explode; at the same time, we will inform you about the means mastered by the church and your future development opportunities after the certificate is issued." The earnest teachings of the monk Ossey made Charle nod and roll his eyes secretly.

There is no chance to refuse, no freedom in life, and the benefits seem to be bad. I always feel like I have been raped by someone to join a pyramid scheme organization.

The monk Ossey didn't know what Charles was thinking secretly. He kept explaining to Charles various rules and aspects of the church to him. The long speech that listened was drowsy.

Finally, he suddenly thought of something and said, "By the way, attacking people in the church is a serious sin, so if you encounter some minor trouble, you can reveal your true identity." As he said, the monk Ossi said solemnly: "But in the same way, you also need to abide by the various regulations of the church and there is no way to go."

"Okay." Charles thought this was pretty good, but the next word from the monk made him even more interested.

"It also depends on whether you can reach a higher level. You are less than 17 years old and have great potential."

“Higher level?”

"Upholding the path of justice, you will be like God's help. You will understand sooner or later without me saying anything."

Charles nodded in a vague way. Seeing that there was nothing else, he said goodbye and left.

An old monk nearby came over, looked at his back, and sighed in a low voice: "I thought the possibility of him learning was very low, or he might not learn it."

If Charles had found out here that he was the monk who was responsible for interrogating himself with Ossey. He could be regarded as one of the first people in the church he had come into contact with.

"Yes, I didn't expect this." Ossi nodded in agreement and said, "But no matter what, this is a good thing. After he endured the voice of Ulm, we can naturally feel at ease with it."

"I think he can help with that matter about his aunt, that note..."

As they were talking, the person they said suddenly went back, but the difference from when they left was that he was dragging a thin man in blue in his hand, with great strength, regardless of the rest of his struggle.

Seeing this, the monk Ossi looked unhappy: "Child, this is not a polite act."

"I was just attacked by him." Shire responded, directly diverting the attention of the two monks.

"Attack?" The monk Ossi frowned and looked at the thin man in blue, while the old monk glanced at Charles speechlessly.
Chapter completed!