Chapter 331: The Endgame after the War (Part 2)

Archbishop Nicholas originally wanted to take Phoenix to rob the supplies for more than 10,000 troops, but before he arrived in Phoenix, the soldiers began to get sick.

Archbishop Nicholas didn't care much. It was normal for soldiers to get sick after being defeated. However, more and more soldiers were sick, and even magicians could not treat them.

Archbishop Nicholas immediately became alert. He sent an intermediate magician to forcibly treat the sick soldiers. Most of the soldiers were cured, and some did not improve. What shocked Nicholas was that a soldier was killed by magic.

Destroying death by divine art only means one thing. The soldier's vitality has been consumed and there is no room for squandering.

Archbishop Nicholas was not a fool, and this shocked him to make him feel cold all over.

The Pope actually used such a method! No wonder the soldiers were all desperate, and going to battle was like crazy, which was even more terrifying than the crazy believers. When his magician was treating these soldiers, it was usually extremely easy and could not even consume much divine power. I originally thought it was because these people were pious enough.

Dinicio, is your intention to ruin my future, if you do this?

Archbishop Nicholas made a lot of calculations in his mind, but he didn't count that the soldiers he commanded did not live long. The Pope had already stimulated the vitality of these people in advance, and no matter whether he wins or loses, he has only one result.

"Nicholas, have you finally figured it out?" A voice sounded behind Nicholas. Nicholas suddenly turned around and saw a young man in a white robe sitting in his big tent.

"Farka..."

"Nicholas, do you want to die or live?" Farka asked with a smile.

"I... want to live!"

"You are smart, Nicholas, do you know why Dinicio plots against you?"

Nicholas shook his head. Although he was not a confidant of the Pope, he was one of the forces supporting the Pope within the Holy See. He couldn't understand why Dinicio did this. He could even understand that sacrificing those soldiers and improving his combat effectiveness, but how could the scapegoat be himself?

"You have the power of level nine, right?" Faka's smile was very modest, but Nicholas saw the pride in it. The level nine magician is not a strong man in Faka's eyes.

"You can't hide me, nor can you hide Dinicio. When you plot against Emperor Chanak, the Holy See suffered heavy losses within the Holy See. You know what kind of serious injuries Dinicio suffered. Nicholas, you don't know how he recovered quickly?"

Faka's words made a thunder sound in Nicholas's heart.

Farca continued to attack him with words and said, "Yes, half of the people who died at that time were killed by Dinicio. Later, within a year, many of the people in the Holy See who were assassinated by Alchemy City Magicians were actually many of them. He absorbed the vitality and divine power of these people and recovered so quickly. Nicholas, if you go back and get convicted, guess how would Dinicio deal with you, a level nine magician?"

Archbishop Nicholas did not hesitate anymore and knelt in front of Farca with a plop.

"Sir Farka, save me!"

"Then why... how do you thank me?" Faka looked at Nicholas with a smile. This powerful bishop in the Holy See has now completely fallen into his own hub.

"Let the Lord give me the order!" Archbishop Nicholas was extremely afraid and was absorbed by the pope's vitality, including the soul. Moreover, with the pope's power, he would never waste his soul. At that time, it would not be surprising that he would be refined into nothing.

"Okay. The five thousand jailers are more than a hundred miles south of you. I have already trapped them in a magic circle and cannot leave for the time being. I will kill all those who bring you."

Nicholas shivered but refused.

Faka continued: "Kill those five thousand people, you have more than 10,000 people, and there are twelve cardinals, don't keep them. Then, you go and surrender to the master of Metatlin City, Salin."

"Sir!" Nicholas shouted, then lowered his voice and said tremblingly: "Then I will..."

"Fallen, right? The fallen magician is also a very powerful existence. In the future, you can steal the power of believers and no longer have to worry about the feelings of the gods, right?"

"Master Farka, kill me." Nicholas felt disappointed.

"What are you anxious about? Do you know that Generis is dead?"

"I know." Nicholas replied weakly.

"His chapter of redemption is in my hands. If you do things well, I will naturally have a way to get you back to God's arms." Faka's smile was extremely bright, but Nicholas was cold in his heart.

"If you don't want to..."

"I do!" Nicholas kowtowed heavily.

"Take it, there are 100,000 broken souls in it, which is enough for you to absorb the power of faith. Remember to collect all the jailers and the souls of these believers." Faka took out a black bead and threw it in front of Nicholas.

"Yes, sir."

"Just tell Salin that I asked you to surrender to him, and he would not refuse. If I have something to do in the future, I will ask Picasso to contact you."

"Yes." When Nicholas raised his head again, Faka had disappeared. Nicholas smiled bitterly, and he had lived for more than 70 years in vain, but he was still so naive. He originally thought that the Golden Sword Saint was killed by the enemy and five thousand prisoners fled without fighting. He had some words to go back and could escape. Who knew that his life had long been under the calculation of Dinicio.

Salin originally planned to practice for three months, but on the sixth day, he had to come out of the warehouse because someone came to look for him.

Salin came to the second floor of the temple and saw Nicholas, the old man in red robe, standing there surrounded by a group of people, looking a little desolate.

What surprised Salin was that a black divine text appeared on the forehead of the old man with red robe.

Cuis and others looked at Nicholas nervously. This old man was a level nine strong man. If he suddenly attacked Salin, the consequences could be imagined. Zola had even pulled out his sword and stood behind Nicholas, ready to take action at any time.

Seeing Salin appear, Nicholas was stunned. Salin was younger than he thought, probably less than twenty years old. Why is the Pope eager to deal with such a person?

"You are the commander of the Expeditionary Army, why are you here to see me?" Salin asked straight to the point.

Nicholas looked at the people surrounding him. Even if he was a level nine strong man, he would not have any good ending under the siege of these people. However, if Faka said that, he didn't know if he should be heard. Faka didn't mention it, he naturally had to be careful.

After thinking about it, Nicholas still made up his mind to take out the black bead and hand it over.

"This is the soul pearl, I have fallen, it is the source of my strength. If you crush this bead, I will immediately become an ordinary person."

Salin observed the black bead with the Elemental Eye, and Nicholas continued: "The bead is the soul fragment of all the expeditionary forces. There are a total of 125,000 people. The escaped jailer was also killed by me, and there are also the twelve cardinals under my command. Lord Salin, can I say something to you alone?"

"There are people I can trust here, tell me." Salin saw that there were countless soul fragments and some relatively complete souls in the black beads, all shouting in pain.

"I'm here to join the adults." Nicholas pointed to his forehead and said, "I have fallen. Although the continent of Meles is vast, I can only rest here."

"I don't need it." Salin refused flatly, but was playing with the soul bead in his hand.

Only then did Nicholas realize why Faka reminded him of the last sentence.

"It was Farka who asked me to come."

Salin's expression suddenly frozen. Faka asked him to come. Can he refuse?

"Okay, you guys go down, what's your name?"

"Nicholas." Nicholas did not say his last name.

"Well, Nicholas, since he asked you to come, I can't refuse. But you have to sign a contract with me. Look, I'm just a level six magician. Your strength is much higher than me. I'm not very at ease with you."

"It doesn't matter. Please write the scroll. I'm willing to sign the contract." Nicholas no longer cares. After killing the twelve cardinals, he never had the chance to look back. All hope is placed on Farka's chapter of redemption. If Farka regrets, he still has to rely on this young mage.

This city is far stronger than I imagined. If it continues to develop, it will not be a problem to fight against millions of troops.

"If the magicians were like you, how could there be a holy war?" Salin teased and began to write the scroll. Most of the people in the room left, and Shika, Neris, and Tris did not leave.

Salin is already familiar with writing contract scrolls. This time, his scroll was made of the skin of the Thunder Dragon, of course, the eighth-level Thunder Dragon at the time. Even so, the scroll contract is enough to restrain strong people below level 10.

Nicholas didn't even look at it, and happily wrote down his name on the scroll with blood. A dense layer of current suddenly appeared on the scroll, and the blue current intertwined and flashed for a minute before turning the scroll into ashes.

This is the contract where Salin joined the lightning ability. If Nicholas wants to harm himself in the future, he will be bound by the power in the contract first. Salin does not believe that Nicholas' soul can fight against the lightning of the Thunder Dragon.

This is a double insurance, and when Nicholas takes action, he will lose his power immediately. It is much easier to do so than crush a soul bead.

"I'll give it back to you, Nicholas, let's talk." Seeing that the contract took effect, Salin no longer feared this level nine-level fallen magician, and handed over the soul pearl to Nicholas.
Chapter completed!