This was a reminder to her that no matter whether it was a real reason or just a sophistry, she had to start thinking about the wording from this point on.
It also reminded her indirectly that Sister Tamo did have a bad temper, and the consequences of saying the wrong thing could be serious.
"go in."
Sister Monia gestured with her hand.
"We can't see the verification process. You have to complete it on your own."
This was exactly what she wanted. Hitzfeld walked forward immediately and could vaguely hear Sister Sam whispering behind her: "She's dead..."
It seems that they don't witness the process not because they don't want to, but because they are afraid?
Feeling a little disapproving in his heart, Hitzfeld finally raised his head as the distance between them increased.
To her, the entire church was like an active volcano of flesh and blood. This volcano might have been dormant, but with her arrival it was awakened and activated. The flesh and blood tissue on the inner walls were wriggling wildly, as if celebrating her arrival.
If possible, I don't want to have this kind of relationship with you...
Hitzfeld grinned and saw a shelf for books in front of him.
There were no books on the shelf, but a bloody mouth with a long, thin tongue licking back and forth.
"Who's coming... who's coming..."
The bloody mouth had a similar structure to a human mouth, with a row of flat teeth. As she approached, it began to utter vague mumblings, but the speech was not very standard.
"It's the master... It's the master..."
"Shut up!"
Hitzfeld scolded it.
His big mouth twitched and he stopped talking.
After thinking for a moment, she walked over, took out the small bottle containing Hashem's blood, and poured the liquid into the mouth.
"Alas--"
The big mouth made a disgusted sound.
“It tastes terrible…”
“It tastes terrible…”
"I want to drink blood..."
"The master's blood..."
"Shut up." Hitzfeld had to be more aggressive, "Don't talk to me again!"
The big mouth twitched again, and then fell silent.
So is that the end of it?
Wiping his sweat, Hitzfeld looked around.
There are two forks in the road ahead.
Here, no one told her which way to go next...
Chapter 131: Usurping Bishop
Having no one to show the way didn't pose any problem for Hitzfeld.
According to what Sister Monia said just now, the Blood Temple is the fixed base of the Church of Our Lady of Savior in big cities. There is no such base in Port Inian because it is too small and has a small population, so there will be a lot of church members gathered here.
She didn't need to know the way, she just needed to sense the concentration of the mysterious factor. The "smell" was strongest behind the fork in the road, so she could just follow that feeling and move forward.
It was not a good experience. Although this living church could be described as "a dog that would immediately lie down and lick her shoes as soon as she nodded", its interior decoration was really wild and excessive.
The interior corridors of ordinary buildings were supported by wooden frames and filled with mud and plaster, but this corridor was supported by bones and filled with flesh and blood. If it was still like this, she could still tolerate it, but the occasional bulging blue veins on the dark red walls and several huge eyes suddenly opened were indeed a bit shocking for a normal human.
Hitzfeld is not a normal person. Even if we put aside the mysterious identity of 10, she has survived insomnia and the constant intrusion of whispers from the void. She will not be frightened by this, but she will feel a little uncomfortable.
Fortunately, they at least knew to lay a fur rug on the floor. Otherwise, she had no doubt that eyeballs would pop out of the floor, and she didn't want to be peeped under her skirt by such a monster.
This road is very long and seems to have no end. Hitzfeld was a little nervous at first, but after getting used to it, he began to calm down and felt that the scenery in the corridor was quite artistic from a certain perspective.
In her previous life, she had been to an abandoned factory that was run by an elder she knew well - a friend of that elder. A row of factory buildings had been converted into a gallery of works by a group of down-and-out/semi-down-and-out artists. There was a small section of the factory with similar scenery on the walls and ceilings around it.
The big eyes painted on, the nose, ears, and human organs highlighted on the wall are exactly the same as the scene here.
Because of her childhood and personality, Hitzfeld was precocious. After the visit, her elders asked her what she thought, and she just said they were all special.
But she actually thought it was sad.
If we evaluate those works from a modern, normal perspective, we will inevitably get comments such as "out of line", "twisted", "deviant", etc., because the taste is indeed a bit strong, and most people do not think that it can be considered art.
But if we were to evaluate the author's level based on the basic skills of traditional art, many people would find that many of these so-called scammers actually graduated from famous art schools. Regardless of whether their serious works can be called works of art, it is easy for them to make most people feel that their works are "awesome" or "beautiful".
So why don't they do that, instead of going against the grain?
Of course, this is because the paths of traditional art and traditional painting have already been opened up by our predecessors.
The predecessors are all so amazing. In addition, the more you want to climb up in this circle, the more you may touch some shackles. Compared with studying skills without seeking rewards, it does require some tricks to become famous.
She does not think that this kind of shortcut is right, but she simply feels that the current situation where people choose to take shortcuts due to various factors is sad.
This relationship also applies to Blood Slayers and Blood Mages, but it's slightly different.
The Blood Mage said that it was created by Sina and was a direct descendant who was only loyal to the Human King, but in fact Hitzfeld already knew that this was actually an ancient secret technique unearthed by King Zachariah.
It has existed since a much longer time, but for various reasons it disappeared in the long river of time. Just like those traditional painting schools, it is a classic, self-contained and unique skill.
Compared with the Blood Mage, those who pursue the mystery of Blood Slaughterer are undoubtedly taking a new path. They are like the down-and-out people who have abandoned the traditional school of painting in order to survive. They do not seek to surpass the footsteps of their predecessors, but only to live a few more years.
Just for transcendence.
This cannot be said to be sadness, but it is deeper than sadness, almost to the level of despair.
Because both of these are dead ends.
If the Way of Blood and Bone was useful, it would not have been suppressed and replaced by the mythical particles. The sea of time and reality have proved that there is a reason why it was abandoned. Stud superstition... Hitzfeld felt that there was only one way to go.
There is no need to ask about the path of mysticism. Its starting point is wrong. Except for her, the corpse-sewer holding the ice needle, only destruction will be waiting for anyone who touches this path at the end of the road.
On the contrary, it was the Sao Ling School, which she initially considered to be inefficient, that slowly developed the method of entering dreams through various discussions and experiments. This school, which is not tainted by mystery and carefully maintains one's own spiritual thoughts in the gray fog, is more in line with the way of survival.
Is this the wisdom of the world?
I sighed inwardly as the corridor finally came to an end.
In fact, when Hitzfeld was halfway through his thoughts, he realized that the corridor should not be so long.
From the outside, the Blood Temple in Sea King City, including the courtyard, covers nearly half of the stadium. The lawn of the Wayne Port Ice Dragon Stadium is of the highest specification, up to 120 meters long, and half of it is 60 meters long, which is equivalent to 120 to 140 steps.
She had counted, and she had walked 153 steps since she entered the corridor. No matter how she counted, it shouldn't be this far off.
The only explanation is that the scene inside the church is changing.
As she walked in, at the corner of the corridor, out of her sight, the layout of the building was changing.
Turning back and forth might be meaningless. If we convert the 153 steps, she might be only less than % of the actual distance away from the church entrance.
The Blood Temple subjectively wants to be her dog, it is impossible for it to do such a thing on its own initiative.
If it's not proactive, then someone is manipulating it.
Coming back to his senses, Hitzfeld looked towards the hall in front of him.
Twenty columns support the dome, and there are four rows of nuns standing on each side of the empty stone road.
The lighting here depends entirely on the torches hung on both sides of the pillars, making it seem particularly dark and eerie. If you pay special attention to the surface of the pillars illuminated by the fire, you can see some wriggling creatures with teeth.
The main road was in the middle of the cobblestone road. Hitzfeld paused, then stepped forward on the leather carpet in the middle under the gaze of all the nuns, and saw three "thrones" at the end in the distance.
The left and right handles are lower and both are empty.
The one in the middle is the highest, with someone sitting on it.
The halo of the torch did not extend to the throne, and the upper body of the person could not be seen clearly. One could only guess from the exposed hem of her skirt that she was also a nun in a black dress.
Hitzfeld suspected that one of the two seats on the side belonged to Monia, because Sister Monia once mentioned Sister Tamo without her title behind her when talking to her, which was almost the attitude of treating a colleague of the same level. She guessed that Sister Monia's status would not be much lower than Sister Tamo.
As for the other empty seat, if I think about it in a darker way, maybe it belongs to Marianne...
"Hashem."
A question suddenly came from above.
"Sam found you. What did she tell you on the way?"
The voice is very deep and not magnetic. This woman must not be young anymore.
Even with his eyes closed, he knew who was on top of it. Hitzfeld simply answered, "She suggested that I choose between the ring and the whip."
"What did you choose?"
"I don't choose either."
After this conversation, the nuns on both sides looked up.
The hostess was so powerful that they usually didn't dare to look up for fear of meeting her gaze, but this conversation was really outrageous. Many people had passed judgment on "Hassim" in their hearts and felt that she was doomed today.
Crazy, how dare she talk to Sister Tamo like this when she had made a mistake?
"Hashem."
The woman at the main seat leaned forward, revealing a fair, but slightly plump round face. "Hasim Shude... Very good, I remember this name completely."
"The last person whose full name I remembered was Borea Pili. She was reluctant to give up her beautiful new body and refused to undergo further transformation. Do you want to know what happened to her?"
"I do find it curious," Hitzfeld said calmly.
Maybe in the eyes of the nuns, her attitude was suicidal, but she really didn't think it mattered.
The first time she stepped into the hall, she took a quick look at everyone here. As expected, including Sister Tamo who was sitting on the main seat, there was no one of high status.
In her eyes, the Blood Slayer and the Sister of Salvation were nothing more than otherworldly mirror images of ghouls and witches.
Blood-slaughterers are similar to ghouls, following the "human desire" route. The simplest and most brutal way of evolution is to eat the internal organs of blood beasts.
Blood beasts are also pollutants, with mysterious factors remaining in their bodies. This kind of devouring absorbs not only the flesh and blood genes, but also a little bit of the mysterious origin.
Nuns are similar to witches, taking the 'seeking knowledge' route - perhaps this route has been modified by them, with an additional 'healing' branch, but the essence should not have changed, she can feel it when she contacts the mysterious network.
Calculated in this way, the nuns in the audience are roughly at the level of 'knowledge 5 = healing 5', or 'knowledge 6 > healing 5'.
Sister Tamo is stronger, her induction should be 'Knowledge 6 = Healing 6'.
To put it in a more powerful way, anyone here who goes to Earth can surpass the King of Gluttony, but this is only the level of comprehensive mystery 5 to mystery 6, which is a huge gap between her and him.
It would be crazy for her to waste her precious time on vying with these minor characters.
"I can tell you that I took off her skin, and that skin is now under your feet."
Sister Tamer was finally irritated by Hitzfeld's indifference. She stood up and pointed at the right column as she walked down.
"Her blood was drunk by the temple, her flesh was fused with the temple, and her bones were crushed and built into the stone. This is the fate of defying me in Sea King City!"
She yelled out the last part.
The voice echoed in the empty hall, and the nuns lowered their heads again, fearing that they would be implicated at this moment.
Only Sam, the trigger of the conflict, was standing at the steps closest to the main seat, looking at Hitzfeld with eyes full of revenge.
"I'll give you one more chance, Hashem."
Sister Tamo seemed tired and sat back down.
"Ringing and flogging."
"You choose one."
"..."
"..."
The girl was silent for two or three seconds.
Just when Sister Tamo was getting impatient and was about to make a judgment, she looked up and smiled brightly.
"I choose ring punishment."
"Okay." Tamer nodded, "Then..."
