Chapter 284 Osman's Decision

In the sanctuary, Osman knelt in front of the angel statue and prayed in a low voice. He had silently recited more than ten chapters of the Flame Bible.

This was his way to relieve his inner anxiety. He had not done this for many years.

In the past, when his heart was not calm, he only needed to silently recite one or two chapters of the Bible to regain his peace and wisdom.

Today, his heart was particularly volatile, and the Flame Bible that he had silently recited for a long time had little effect.

The message sent back by the dark guards claimed that the yellow-clothed monster walking in the Kingdom of Ribia could indeed instill endless knowledge in people.

As long as the indoctrinated person did not go crazy because of this knowledge, it was considered as accepting the gift of fate.

This weirdo would give a yellow light symbol to the person he favored, regardless of whether the person was willing to accept it.

Most of the people who passively gained favor did not have a good end. Either they could not distinguish between reality and illusion and went crazy, or they had problems with cognition and were polluted into deformed monsters.

Every time the weirdo seemed to appear out of thin air, he would soon disappear without a trace.

The Kingdom of Ribia is the grazing land of the God of Knowledge Ogma. The Church of the God of Knowledge has surrounded this strange man who came from nowhere, but failed once and suffered heavy losses.

The yellow-clothed monster has been listed as a catastrophic taboo. The secret guards have summarized the law of the appearance of the yellow-clothed monster and hired people to verify it.

As expected, the head of the unlucky guy who took money to do things exploded inexplicably, and finally turned into a walking tentacle monster.

Judging from his experience, this yellow-clothed monster is the embodiment of some rules, like an incarnation, an incarnation of the level of gods.

The appearance of the yellow-clothed monster is more like the indoctrinated person accidentally completing a mysterious ritual.

After an unknown period of time, Osman suddenly stood up. He made a decision in his heart and immediately stopped hesitating and confused.

He forced a breakthrough when this world could not accommodate the silver level, borrowing a drop of Holy Spirit blood.

Through the secret array, the previous pope activated the Holy Spirit, and finally forced him to complete the transformation of his body and achieve shining silver. The price of this abnormal method is to cut off his way forward.

Generally speaking, in the era when the world's spirituality is not active, being able to achieve silver is a big gain compared to living a few decades longer than a third-level extraordinary person.

But today, when the concentration of spirituality in the world is constantly rising, cutting off the way forward means that he will eventually become a mere nobody from the pope who looks down on all living beings from a high position, which he cannot accept.

He remembered the last words the previous pope said to him: 'Child, I hope you won't blame me. '

At that time, he thought it was the supreme honor, so how could he blame the other party? After becoming the pope, he knew that by using the blood of the Holy Spirit to break through to the silver level, his body would have a trace of divinity and become a container that can withstand the advent of the gods.

In the past, the Holy Spirit might not have descended on the world, but it might not be the case in this era.

Osman walked out of the sanctuary and said to the leader of the secret guards who was guarding outside the door:

"Make arrangements. I will go to Libya secretly."

The secret guards do not interfere in church affairs and are only responsible to the Pope.

Sacco's body emerged from the empty shadow. He bowed slightly:

"I will make arrangements now, but even if everything goes well in Libya, it will take about half a month to go back and forth."

Osman nodded lightly: "I will announce to the public that I am studying the oracle, and no one will find out in a short time."

... . . .

Half a month later, Crown returned to Rhine City by airship.

Flanders sent someone to inform him that it was time to launch a strike against the gathering place of the cultists.

When getting off the airship, Crown was immediately taken to the Holy Fire Cathedral by Harry Dale, the archbishop's attendant who was waiting at the parking lot.

After seeing the archbishop, Crown smiled and asked: "Sir, is the new airship ready so quickly?"

The airship must be made tough, otherwise if they are shot down in the air and fall into the center of the cult camp, it would be a death act.

"Yes, the Guild of Wonders has a relatively mature manufacturing plan and process. They have tried to make a special airship, and the effect is good.

The frame of the new airship has been built long ago, and the transformation work is going very smoothly. I decided to go to the Andes Mountains together tomorrow.

Yennefer went to the Andes Mountains some time ago. She also said that as long as she approached the cult camp, she would be attacked by a two-headed chimera. She and Geralt even killed a chimera.

This time we dispatched the strongest lineup, and all the silver-level warriors participated in the battle."

Flanders said kindly. The ordinary people of the Guild of Wonders gave him a big surprise. The new airship skin armor they developed could resist his ordinary attacks.

You know, if his attack hits a third-level extraordinary person, the other party will definitely be injured.

As for the reason why all the top strong men in the parish were dispatched, he was worried that there would be silver-level enemies in the cult camp, which would have many variables.

If a silver-level enemy can be lured out, it would be even better.

Clown realized that the archbishop was talking about the reconnaissance airship. He thought for a moment and asked:

"Sir, how long will it take to manufacture a bombing airship?"

If they can make a large bombing airship, they can cause a large number of casualties to the cultists before the arrival of spring, adding weight to the victory of the war.

"The manufacturing plan for the large bombing airship has been determined. Since it is made from scratch, it will take more than two months to complete the manufacturing, which can catch the tail end of winter."

Flanders will not look down upon these ordinary people in the Strange Object Manufacturing Association now. The inventions of these people make it easier for humans to deal with dangerous things.

He paused and then said:

"There are no tasks today. You go back to the guest room and have a good rest to recharge your batteries. When the weather clears, we will have a big fight."

Crown nodded calmly. He returned to the guest room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to meditate on the Golden Light Spell.

For him, the best way to recharge his batteries is to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.

The feeling of gradually increasing proficiency is intoxicating. The bright gold and silver colors in the guest room are constantly flowing, just like sunlight and moonlight shining into the room.

If a person remains focused without any distractions, he will definitely feel that time flies by.

The day passed in the blink of an eye, and it was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

Crown ended his visualization and summoned the golden wall.

[Golden Light Spell: 71548/150000; Level 3]

[Fire Breath: 6842/50000; Level 4]

Both skills are improving rapidly. When Kroun looks inside, he can already see more silver light spots in his blood, and there is more and more silver blood in his body.

The Golden Wall gave him better room for improvement. Others had bottlenecks in improving their breathing techniques. It might be difficult for him to make progress for a long time, but as long as he worked hard, he would definitely get results.

This is the true sense of God rewards hard work, no matter how hard you work, you will gain more.

Watching his proficiency increase little by little, and him becoming stronger little by little and unswervingly, this feeling is intoxicating.

. . . .

Another two days passed.

Today is a beautiful day, the weather is clear, the wind has stopped and the snow is blowing, the sky is like a pure blue gem, without a trace of cloud.

Flanders led everyone on the airship and headed for the Andes Mountains.

In addition to the four silver-level experts, there are also six third-level extraordinary beings.

The church, the brotherhood, and the city government each have two third-level combatants. They have worked hard with each other in combat over the past two days.

"Dong dong", a gentle knock on the door sounded.

Crown used the Fire Cube to control the doorknob and opened the door smoothly.

When he saw the visitor, he said with some disappointment: "You still chose to stay with the Brotherhood."

What came in was a demon hunter with long gray-white hair and pigtails—Geralt the White Wolf, a white werewolf in the true sense.

The ones who came out on the Brotherhood's side were Yennefer and Geralt.

Bai Lang carefully looked at the person opposite him with his eyes for a while, and said leisurely:

“Unknowingly, you have become one of the strongest small group of people in the world.

Silver rank, I never dreamed of reaching this level. Your current position makes people look up to you. "

He recalled the scene when he first met the other party. He and his student Allen were eating in a dilapidated tavern outside and inside an even dilapidated house.

The other person passed by their table, and he felt a sense of sunshine. So he stopped the other party.

At that time, Crown was just an ordinary person. Now, in just two years, he has grown to a height that is beyond his reach.

You can hear complex emotions in his tone, which ranged from 70% joy to 30% loneliness.

Crown patted his friend on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"The spiritual concentration of the world continues to increase. It will not be difficult for you to achieve level 4 in a few days."

Geralt smiled bitterly and said:

"The inheritance of the church is enough for you to advance to the Silver rank step by step, but for the demon hunters, every step we take is to cross the river by feeling the stones.

Demon hunters seem to have only one advantage, which is that after mutation, we have a longer lifespan than other extraordinary beings of the same level.

But judging from the current situation of the world, living for too long in this era may not be a happy thing. "

The demon hunter's sadness only lasted for a short time. He quickly adjusted his mentality and regained his composure:

"Why did I say so many disappointing things? Maybe it's because my mentality has been weathered."

Crown changed the subject and asked:

"You and Yennefer killed a two-headed chimera. Tell me about the battle. Also, did you find any weaknesses in this creature?"

He himself is not a comforting person and can only divert the other person's attention.

"Yeah", Geralt thought seriously for a while and said:

"Seriously, we had a bit of luck in killing the Chimera Belt. The monster basically consumed all its magic power while chasing the airship we were riding on.

When fighting us, its strongest breath ability could no longer be used, which gave us a chance to win.

The skin of the two-headed chimera is extremely tough, and I can only cause a shallow wound with my weapon."