298 Black Bishop Part 1 (2/2)

Of these three people, the leader was a middle aged man clad in black robes. His robe did not have a hood. He wore a metallic crown on his head, looking nondescript. Furthermore, he looked fragile. A pair of slender eyes and arched eyebrows made him look somewhat feminine.

This was the black bishop, the power which served as the backbone of the entire Holy See. Beneath a bishop, all the other positions were tied to an amount of personal contributions, but if one wanted the position of a bishop, they would need sufficient capabilities as well.

At minimum, a bishop would possess the power of a grade-6 mage. If one was a pivotal bishop, then they would have the offensive ability of a grade-7 mage. That was already the power of a sorcerer.

The black bishop glared at Nailisi. She was ridiculed beyond words and was contemplating retreat. This black bishop was abnormally devilish. His eyes were red, similar to those of a spirit.

Of course, there were people who were born with red pupils. However, the shape of the red pupils of the black bishop were constantly changing, like two bunches of soul flames.

The two people beside the black bishop also made Nailisi uncomfortable. They wielded a pair of strange-looking weapons. The weapons were like slightly curved knives, with blades on both ends. Blood dripped continuously from these two pairs of curved double edged blades, but once the blood came into contact with the snowy ground, it lost its color.

Phantom!

The black bishop fumed. This capture mission which he was commanding had already been going on for several years now. However, in this day alone, the number of men killed and injured was more than the total number of the past three months.

There were no more surviving inquisition warriors in the forests ahead. Two gigantic metallic puppets wielded their weapons and stood behind a woman. Genuine feelings could not be detected in her pair of green eyes. They were so cold, like the snowy ground.

With one glance, the black bishop had already deciphered Nailisi's nature. He instinctively felt that this green-eyed woman was far more dangerous than the mage who was hidden from sight.

”Who killed Goodrid?” The black bishop looked at Nailisi, as the shape of his red pupils carried on fluctuating. Nailisi licked her lips, but she did not reply.

”Goodrid is my son. You all will have to pay the price.” The black bishop's voice was long and windy, like the sound given off as a steel wire was rubbed against a rock. One would feel extreme discomfort listening to his voice.

As Saleen stood behind a tree, he felt a sense of discomfort in his heart. He had killed another person's son again? This time around, the trouble was much greater. The previous time, Saleen had only offended a secular earl, but now, he had killed the son of the black bishop. Damn it, why am I always trifling with the wrong people?

”The two of you, capture this woman first and chop off her limbs. I want to use her to bear another son for me. I will go and deal with the mage,” the black bishop instructed the two people beside him. Without looking at Nailisi, he turned around and made his way to the large tree where Saleen was hiding.

Nailisi's green pupils contracted violently. The black bishop's words had angered her. In the demonic plane, the devils would kill the demons, imps and spirits, but they would never do such a thing. Chop off the limbs and make her bear a child?

Saleen's breathing became rapid and urgent. He knew what the black bishop was talking about.

The Holy See had a method of making newborns naturally believe in the Lord of Glory. There was some divinity involved in this method and it was extremely cruel. When the Holy See first emerged, the methods employed were unusually gory. Many similar incidents had happened, and only when the Holy See had taken control of the Tanggulasi Empire and gained a stable following did the method become obsolete.

The blood cavaliers and divine magic carried the smell of this primeval religion. They were not accepted by the mature empires on the Myers Mainland. Now that the Holy See had begun employing such methods again, a bloodbath would undoubtedly be formed.

The black bishop approached Saleen. A large tree was in between the two of them. This tree was about three meters in width, and it could only be seen from the northern wilderness. Saleen was unusually nervous. Holy masters and mages were the same, in that they were not good in close combat. Furthermore, the black bishop did not cast any divine spells. Instead, he walked closer and closer towards Saleen. Could it be possible that he knew some special close combat techniques?

The green water flow swirled around Saleen's body. Saleen put away his scrolls. Against the black bishop, scrolls were useless. Saleen would have to use magic combat – his forte.

At this point in time, Saleen finally understood the meaning of the phrase – a mage can only depend on their own magic chords.

Scrolls and magic books could replace the usage of the magic chords. However, these methods would prevent a spell from unleashing its full potential. Saleen could cast scrolls quickly, but the spells which were released from the scrolls could not be as easily controlled as when they were released using magic chords. Using scrolls against people who were of a similar grade was still fine. However, against holy masters who were at least two grades higher than Saleen, using scrolls would prove fatal for him.

As the black bishop drew closer to Saleen, Saleen began perspiring profusely even though it was such a cold day. Sweat droplets snaked down his forehead, and even his eyebrows and eyelashes could not stop the sweat. One sweat droplet entered Saleen's eye, causing an intense piercing pain.