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After Salin used the power carried by his ring to warn Canghong, he asked Shika to support him. Canghong held Sarah and the three of them quickly left the battlefield in the mangroves.

Salin did not bury the corpses of these people. In the swamp, burial was meaningless. Various monsters would soon turn the corpses out of the ground.

The four people tried to speed up and carefully avoid the terrifying monsters. This kind of small monster is rare in the mangroves, but it is more dangerous than the soul-sucking demon. If you are hit by the terrifying monster's skills, even the magician will lose his combat power.

When they approached the edge of the mangroves, there were already muddy traps under their feet, so they could only stop. Canghong did not have a map here, and Salin had not fully recovered, so the four of them had to go up the tree to rest.

Salin had completely absorbed the power of a third-level magic core and replaced it with a new third-level magic core. He leaned against the thick branches and looked down at Cang Hong from a high point. After the shemale man lost his spirit, he looked much more pleasing, like a young wife who was angry.

"Canghong, do you regret hiring me?"

"No, this is fate." Cang Hong answered helplessly. Now that the situation is reversed, he needs Sica and Salin to protect Sarah. Sarah has at least one day to be unable to move, let alone fight.

"Fate? Hehe..." Salin laughed in a low voice and asked, "Do you know the status of God's envoy in the Holy See?"

"Of course, one person is below and above ten thousand people. Offending the messenger of God is equivalent to offending the pope."

"It would be great if this is the case. In fact, the messengers of God can not obey the Pope's orders. The superficial power of the Holy See includes three major courts, the Privy Council, the Holy Knights and the Inquisition. However, if they are divided by the priesthood, the messengers of God will not be in any of the institutions."

"What does it mean?" Although Cang Hong is a mature mercenary, her understanding of the Holy See is not as strong as the magician, Salin, a legacy-rich magician.

"The three major courts and the Holy Knights are the power of the Pope, but now there is no god war, so this power can only lie dormant. The Privy Council is the core of the Holy See, and the main force is the deacons inside, which they are called the Red Deacons. The main force of the Inquisition is the black deacons, who specializes in carrying out shameful things. The God envoy has his own power, scattered in all dioceses, and is called the White Deacons."

"Is there any difference?" Cang Hong asked dismissively.

"The Red Deacon is responsible for the internal affairs of the Holy See, the Black Deacon is responsible for the external affairs of the Holy See, and the White Deacon is responsible for the will of God. We are now not only the Holy See, but in fact, we have directly offended God."

Canghong almost fell from the tree. He raised his head and looked at Salin in surprise.

"I don't let everyone turn back because I'm afraid that if you meet Deacon White, those who can serve as Deacon White are at least at level 6. If you really encounter it, we don't even have the ability to escape. Canghong, so I ask you, do you regret it?"

Canghong really regretted it. He originally thought that even if the matter of the God Envoy was broken, the God Envoy would not go out directly to trouble him, an ant...

"Ha, look at you so scared. The mission of the God Envoy will not have anything to do with the swordsmen of the Qinyin Empire. The vulture mercenary group should have a temporary intention. If I guess correctly, their goal is to be in another direction. As long as we pass through the swamp area hundreds of miles in front of us, it will be safe."

Canghong looked at Salin with three points puzzled. He didn't understand why this young magician didn't seem to care about being involved in the envoy. It was impossible to say that Salin was ignorant. He was far more familiar with the structure and power of the Holy See than himself. If Salin was powerful, it was probably not as powerful as the Caucasian female warrior beside him.

A first-level mage is no match for a level six profession.

"Although the Holy Holy Church is terrible, its rise time is too short, and the only thing that can be controlled is the Tanggulas Empire. The power in Skochenya is far from enough. The characters we are involved in are too high, so they cannot fight in another empire, otherwise it will cause war. So you don't have to worry, as long as we leave Skochenya and enter the Qinin Empire, it will be basically safe. The Qinin Empire is called the Magic Empire and has always despised the divine power. Alas, you don't understand if you say it..."

Cang Hong glared at Salin hatefully. He really didn't understand the key. He only knew that if he didn't escape as soon as possible, he would be targeted by Deacon Bai at any time. He was a level six profession, equivalent to a level five magician, or a high-level swordsman.

"What do you say to me about these things? No matter what deacon he comes, aren't we all dead?"

"Different, if it is a red deacon, as long as you are willing to throw yourself into God's arms and choose to believe in God, you will not die. If it is a black deacon, you can have special power and be favored by the referee, and you will also have the opportunity to surrender. If you meet a white deacon, you should give up. God's messenger needs nothing."

Salin's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Cang Hong's heart one after another. He did have that idea, but it really didn't work. At most, he could turn to the embrace of God, which was better than being killed. Salin seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and his words made Cang Hong give up completely.

After Salin said this, he closed his eyes, held the magic core tightly, and accelerated the recovery of the magic string. Cang Hong stopped talking. He was a junior swordsman, equivalent to a level 4 profession. He originally thought he would stabilize the first-level little mage. Now it seems that he is not only inferior to a magician in combat power, but also very inferior in wisdom.

Cang Hong was depressed that a first-level magician was only equivalent to a level 2 profession, so why did he put such great pressure on himself?

In half an hour, Salin's magic string recovered, and the negative state in his body had not yet been eliminated. She could barely help Shika move forward. Sarah also slightly recovered a little strength, and the four of them plunged into the swamp while it was still early.

The most dangerous thing in the swamp is not the monsters, but the traps. The silt accumulated for tens of thousands of years, and it is impossible to measure how deep it is. Salin's perception is powerful and can bypass these traps, but the final threat is still the monsters.

Originally, this was a thrilling journey, but Shika has recovered almost now. She led the way forward and often made a low whistling sound. When she encountered a powerful monster, Shika recited the spell from afar. The monster watched for a moment and actually avoided it.

Only then did Salin know why Cang Hong had to hire a Caucasian at a high price. Most of the Caucasian warriors who could come out to experience it were blessed by sacrificials and had the ability to communicate with the monsters. Although he could not use the monsters like the magician of the Goddess of Nature, he still had the ability to express good intentions and not violate them.

Along the way, Sika did not fight with other monsters except using her stick to disperse a group of terror monsters. The four of them walked to dawn and were almost exhausted, and finally passed halfway through the swamp.

While walking in a mess in the night, a group of four people entered the cave in the chaotic swamp area. A young man in white robe and four subordinates were passing by the battlefield of Salin and others.

The young man in his white robe was in his early twenties. His robe looked a bit like a magician, but he did not have a belt-lined design, and it was very wide and elegant. Such a robe was not suitable for adventure, and it was a bit cumbersome to fight. He was spotless, as if he had just come out of the water and was blown dry by wind-type magic.

He leaned against the wall of the cave, frowned slightly, and looked at his four subordinates with some impatient attention to collecting information on the battlefield.

All four men were wearing armor, and there were almost no gaps in the armor, as if it was carved from a whole piece of metal. The edges of the armor were designed with blades, and each blade was cast with golden divine text. Only the samurai warriors were wearing this look, and the samurai who were qualified to wear divine text armor had at least level five.

"Sir, the people from the Vulture Mercenary Group are dead, and there is a magician among the enemies." A warrior in the divine armor reported carefully, and the young man with white robe frowned and his expression was cold.

"I deserve it. These bitches raised by these bitches dared to resist the command of the God Envoy, and for a little profit, they modified their way forward."

The young man in white robe said something swearing, and his face looked violent, which was obviously inconsistent with his identity. The four subordinates were silent and could only pretend that they didn't hear it.

"Can you catch up with them?" The young man in white robe seemed to hate this cave extremely, so he simply released the divine light, wrapped himself up, and even his face became blurred. Before his subordinates could answer, he immediately retorted: "No, we will move forward as planned and delay the affairs of the God Envoy. Even if we die, we will not be able to obtain redemption. Listen to me, this time the operation is over, and I will find a way to destroy the vulture mercenary group. I am angry when I think about it now."

"Yes, Lord Picasso." Four warriors with divine armor bowed and bowed.

Salin and others didn't know that they had escaped. If they were caught up by this team, Salin would probably have no means to escape. Four level five warriors, plus a level six magician, could win such power unless his teacher took action.

The turbulent swamp terrain is complex, and even the climate is volatile. After crossing the edge of a small swamp, Salin and others felt much warmer. There was a plain in front of them, with dry land and no grass growing. Only a few plants that can be seen in the desert are tenaciously rooted on this small plain.

Except for Salin, the other three people had already had eyelids fighting. Seeing the dry plain, they wanted to camp immediately.

"Everyone, bear it and rest after the earthblock." Salin did not dare to relax. His magic strings were restored and he took everyone behind the earthblock. Only then did the three of them rest and he was responsible for protecting them.

"Captain, I'm asleep!" Sika looked at Salin and said with some concern.

"Go to sleep, I've recovered well." Salin patted Shika's shoulder and sat down himself, preparing to check the gains he had made in the past few days.
Chapter completed!