"what--!!!"
Before she could finish, a scream suddenly came from below.
It was Sam - everyone looked towards where she was standing, only to find two long bone spurs coming out from nowhere, piercing through the soles of her hands and feet.
The sharp bone spurs seemed to have life. After piercing through the flesh, they spontaneously bent and broke, forming four huge white bone rings as big as wheels. Sam was forced to fall to the ground sideways while screaming, twitching his body and begging for mercy.
"Ah... Sir... I didn't disobey you...!!"
She thought it was Tamer who did it.
Is not it?
All those present are Sisters of Savior... Sister Bishop is just a respectful title for particularly powerful Sisters of Savior. Who else but Tamo can control the Blood Temple to bring down such punishment out of thin air?
But Sister Tamo knew very well that this was not her work.
She looked at the gray-haired nun with horror, but before she could imagine what might happen, her head tilted and her head suddenly fell off.
With the sounds of "gurgle gurgle" and "bang! bang!", Sister Tamer's head rolled down the stairs and bounced in front of Sam, forcing her to stop screaming.
It seemed like... the strongest person of the Church of the Mother of Savior in Neptune City had died. Everyone present only vaguely saw a long tentacle passing above the main throne. They couldn't even see how she died or how her head and body were separated.
Quiet.
The hall fell into extreme silence.
The nuns stared with wide eyes as they watched the petite figure step forward and sit in the main seat very comfortably.
Oh... this also indirectly admits that she did it.
No one knew how to deal with the situation.
Unprecedented, unprecedented!
Should they be afraid?
Or fear?
"I didn't want to kill her. I just wanted to teach her a lesson."
The girl on the throne didn't look at anyone. She just casually raised her hands to her chest and stared at her round nails.
"Bunoriel introduced the situation here to me. I know that she has no decision-making power on major matters, which means that the leaders of the church have to act according to Bislo's mood, which naturally includes the change of leadership."
"Besides, there are the appointments and operations of various departments. I have no experience in these matters. Killing her would be a bit of a waste."
"But..."
Putting down his hands and folding his left leg over his right leg more comfortably, Hitzfeld tried his best to sit more comfortably. With his one eye, he saw someone running quickly towards the front of the hall.
The man had an extremely stern look on his face, and looked at her with unfriendly eyes, as if he was going to fight her to the death.
"But." Hitzfeld closed even his one eye, "I saw Sister Monia when I came in."
The person who came paused slightly.
"I think she is a respectable elder."
“Experienced and capable of taking Tamo’s place.”
Having said that, it would be too ugly to act hypocritically.
Although she still felt confused from the bottom of her heart, her anger and shock had dissipated. Sister Monia came to the stage and stood still. After a while, she asked her: "...What level are you at?"
She had been watching from the sidelines, and had seen what happened to Sam and Tamer, and understood that all of this was done by the Temple under the command of "Hashem".
All the changes originated from that certification ceremony. The Temple drank her blood and obeyed her without hesitation.
It was hard to believe that this would happen. Monia had seen some of the world. If "Hashem" was only at the level of Mysterious 7, she didn't think that the Blood Temple would rebel so quickly.
This is a crushing victory from a higher position...
The crushing mystery...
The gap is too big!
So how did things turn out like this...?
This Hasim, when I first met her, I felt that she was very well-educated because she could actually stare at the temple. I didn't expect her to be so well-educated?
Hitzfeld did not reply.
She kept her eyes closed, crossed her legs, and folded her hands in front of her, looking like a sculpture.
Monia suddenly felt a huge pressure.
Or you could describe it as fear... In any case, she quickly adjusted her position and completely accepted this fact in her heart.
Anyway, they are all on the same path. Tamo can kill level 5, and people above level 7 can kill Tamo... There is nothing wrong with that.
"To the Bishop!"
Turning around, the woman took the initiative to speak.
“…See the Bishop!!!”
There was a prompt and orderly response.
Everyone is smart and dignity is worthless here.
"The others leave."
Hitzfeld spoke in the gap.
"Monia, stay."
"I have something else to ask you."
what about me?
Hearing the footsteps of people walking out, Sister Sam collapsed on the ground with a look of shock on her face.
She suddenly remembered the look the girl gave her in the carriage.
Oh……
So this is what she meant...
……
At the same time, in an unknown underwater cavity, a group of people had finally completed digging the dock.
There is no high or low tide in this damn place, so the dock is still easy to dig. Just dig away the sand and let the water in, and then use the buoyancy of the water to stabilize the ship and prevent it from tipping over.
After confirming that most of the Pierre had fallen back into the blood, Ethan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After letting out this breath, he could no longer hide his mental fatigue. He climbed up the rope ladder back to the watchtower, intending to go back to the submarine to take a nap.
When passing by the restaurant, Ethan saw Darent and Tenney sitting together. He almost walked over, but he took a few steps back and turned back.
"What are you doing?"
His eyes widened.
There were several pieces of yellow parchment in front of the two men. Darent was writing something in a small notebook, while Teni was holding a pen and drawing on the parchment according to his requirements.
Next to it were a carving knife and glue, as well as a stack of new cards that had already been cut and pasted.
What to do? It's self-evident.
"It's simple." Darent smiled, "Because we have accepted some people... our members have increased! Then the original cards are not enough, and Your Highness and I plan to make a new batch."
"Corneril and his group are planning how to drain the blood from the abyss ahead, and you are still here thinking about how to play cards?"
Ethan held the wooden man and glared at him.
"You want to piss me off to death? Huh?"
"Some things are useless even if you rush them."
Darent just looked at him quietly.
"I objected to that, but I didn't express it at the time, did I?"
"Yes, you object!" Ethan laughed angrily, then roared even louder: "But you also object to us sailing away!"
"Damn...what on earth were you thinking?"
Perhaps it was because the sleepiness made him irritable and he found it more difficult to control his rationality than usual.
But it was true that Darent's attitude was too weird.
He neither supported deepening the exploration of the ruins nor supported the view here to retreat with the submarine as soon as possible.
Does he want to wait here?
Who are you waiting for?
Who else could come to save them? Or even give them any advice?
“Some things are hard to explain.”
“Maybe a miracle will happen.”
Darent turned his gaze slightly, first smiling at the embarrassed prince, and then his eyes fell on the painting in his hand.
That's an eagle.
An extremely majestic Borean sea eagle.
Chapter 132 The Origin of Bones
Xia Yibing didn't know what Hitzfeld was doing at the moment, but she was almost driven crazy by these "Crunchy Music".
The reason is simple - most of the so-called hero bones are fake.
When almost no one in the market has the ability to distinguish the authenticity of a product, it is not surprising that a large number of counterfeits do not flood the market.
No one cared. After all, no one could really see anything from the hero bones. Before Xia Yibing came to this world, the locals had always used hero bones as auxiliary props to calm the spirit, and this effect could also be achieved by applying special ointment on ordinary bone joints.
So this is the situation - the first bone Xia Yibing tried had no reaction at all, the second bone gave her some messed up illusions, which seemed to be the perspective of an animal struggling before death, the third and fourth bones were the life of a pariah... It would be a waste of time to continue like this.
"I give up!"
After trying until the eleventh bone and still finding nothing, the woman said she had had enough of this torture.
Looking at the time, ten hours had passed since she said goodbye to Hitzfeld in the morning, and it was already dark. If this continued, she suspected that she would not be able to find out any information, so she called Madeline over to ask her what was going on.
"I don't understand this!" Madeline shook her head like a rattle. "I said hero bones, so the store will give me hero bones? This thing is really not worth much. Such a big bag is not even as expensive as a small bag of materials..."
"You are a descendant of the Silver-eyed Gull, right? Can't your eyes see anything special?"
"Well..."
Xia Yibing had just asked casually, more as a complaint. After asking for a long time without getting a response, she looked up and saw Madeline's eyes glowing silver, staring straight at the pile of bones on the bed.
Is there really hope?
She glared and stopped talking, waiting patiently for Madeline to give the result.
After a while, Madeline's body went limp and she was about to lie down.
Xia Yibing prepared in advance. She caught her on her back and threw her onto the bed. She pinched her mouth open and poured her some water to help her recover.
"How is it?" then asked her.
"Is this the first time I've used this ability?" Madeline was still immersed in amazement and couldn't come back to her senses. "It's amazing! I feel like I can see inside them... There are balls of light attached to the bones, some are very dark, and some are shiny!!"
"I asked you if you have picked out any useful ones?" Xia Yibing wanted to slap her. "There is only this pile of bones... can you pick out the shiny ones for me?"
"This..."
"Don't tell me you were lying just now?"
"Not to lie, but now they're all mixed together again. I need to rest for a while before I can get into that state again."
There are so many rules...
Feeling annoyed, Xia Yibing had no choice but to leave the man here to have a good rest. She planned to go out for a walk by herself first.
I've been sitting in the room for almost a whole day. If I continue like this, I'm going to get sick.
When she went out, she saw that the door of the room across the street was half open. She looked inside and found Hasim sleeping on the bed wearing a newly cut black robe with the same decoration as Hitzfeld's previous black robe. He was sitting with his legs crossed in an indecent manner, swaying and reading a book.
"Won't it be obvious that you are like this?"
