[Third Update]
"Teacher, I also lost the divine runic puppet." Van Gogh did not dare to hide anything from his teacher. On this island, the only person he trusted was right in front of him. If he lied to his teacher, no one in Black Prison would sincerely help him.
"Divine puppet!" When the black-robed elder heard that Van Gogh had lost the Spear of Order, he wasn't worried at all. The Spear of Order was a divine artifact, and the gods would always have a way to get it back. However, the Divine Rune Puppet in Van Gogh's hands was the most successful divine artifact in the entire Black Hell Island. The materials used were also of the highest grade, obtained from the ruins of the First Dynasty.
This Divine Rune Puppet had only been researched for a short period of time. Because tracking the Eye of the Storm was more important, Black Hell had taken it out for Van Gogh to carry. Unexpectedly, Van Gogh, who had the Spear of Order and twelve powerful mages with him, had abandoned the puppet.
This was simply impossible. Divine Rune Puppets had the attribute of summoning creatures. Even if they were controlled by the enemy, they could be summoned back with divine spells.
"Teacher, I'm afraid that even the Warden won't be able to protect me. The Divine Runic Puppet was developed and funded by the Inquisition," Van Gogh said worriedly.
"Then what do you plan to do?" The black-robed elder agreed with Van Gogh's judgment. Although Black Prison was independent, Van Gogh's mistakes were enough to make him lose his position as the Warden. Without this position, even if he was not dealt with now, Van Gogh's future would be incomparably dark.
The judges had too many ways to turn Van Gogh into a walking corpse. They didn't have to kill him and allowed him to continue fighting for the judges, but they could also make Van Gogh suffer an extremely cruel punishment.
"Teacher, I want that equipment, and then … leave."
"Leave!"
"Yes, teacher. I don't think I'm suited to survive in Black Prison. Even if I become the Warden in the future, I won't be able to do what they did. The Church wants to destroy the whole continent's empire now. I don't know what to do in the future, "Van Gogh said, a little ashamed.
"But where can you go?"
"Alchemy City. Now that I have that equipment, I can disguise myself as a Magician."
"You will fall, child …"
"So what? Teacher, I met a ninth-level depraved mage. He's very special. He's not decadent at all, and he can even affect me. "
"Have you decided?" The black-robed old man was somewhat disappointed, but also somewhat excited. This strange expression alternated on his face. He was disappointed that his student was about to fall. From now on, he would not have a successor. In the Black Prison, he became a lonely person again. What was exciting was that if Van Gogh could successfully avoid the corrosion of his soul after falling and continue to advance, it would be something worth researching.
For this reason, he was even willing to capture some mages for experiments to see if there was any way to make fallen mages stronger without any side effects.
In the eyes of the people of the Inquisition, this was not blasphemy against the gods, because there were conflicts between gods. In a Divine Kingdom's campaign, the enemy might be the believers of other gods. If the God of Light were to research a way to corrupt the enemy's believers, then these Mages who were used for experiments would be considered as sacrifices to the God of Light.
"You can have that equipment if you want, but I need to do an experiment."
Van Gogh prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed to his teacher. This was a form of etiquette usually reserved for deities. Only a person like him, who was ready to fall, would do such a blasphemous thing.
Van Gogh risked his life to return to the Black Prison Island for the equipment that his teacher had secretly left behind. It was obtained by the elders of the Black Prison when they excavated the ruins of the First Dynasty. Everyone had taken many things for themselves, but the elder did not know about his teacher's equipment. Thus, Van Gogh dared to ask for it. This would not implicate his teacher.
The black-robed old man stood up and opened the mouth of the furnace facing Van Gogh. "Go in."
"Go in?" Van Gogh was shocked.
"Yes. Put on your armor and go inside. I'll use the God Light to refine the armor and your body. When you fall, most of the punishment will be borne by the armor. Otherwise … considering how much divine grace you've received, you'll be lucky if you die on the spot."
Van Gogh clenched his teeth and jumped into the furnace. Other than his teacher, there was no one else he could trust. If his teacher wanted to harm him, then he could only accept his fate. Van Gogh felt that he was already very lucky. On the Black Prison Island, there was no one else he could trust.
If he was killed by his teacher, then he would just be the same as the others. If he was saved by his teacher …
Van Gogh thought of the white-haired fallen priest, and his heart was filled with endless anticipation. People always wanted to live well. Others would not be able to resist when faced with such a thing, but Van Gogh would never give up. From the first time he received the grace of the gods, he had already planned to betray them. It was just that this day had come too suddenly, and he found it hard to accept it.
In the huge metal furnace, divine light shot out from the furnace. When it met the crystals on the furnace wall, it was automatically reflected to another angle. Van Gogh sat in the middle and allowed the divine light to penetrate his body. The armor could not stop the divine light from smelting him.
In the beginning, Van Gogh was still able to endure the pain. However, when the silver armor completely fused with his body, the pain reached its peak. Van Gogh was in so much pain that he wanted to tear the armor away from his body, but he found that he had completely lost control of his body.
He wanted to call out to his teacher, but the black-robed old man just threw the divine words into the furnace from the outside. He did not even take out the equipment that was originally in the furnace, but fused it with Van Gogh's body.
Compared to this black-robed old man, the human body alchemy of a mage was obviously much worse. Even Inpos did not have such an ability. After all, Inpos was only a Level Nine Magic Shooter, and this black-robed old man could use this furnace to borrow the power of the gods.
Van Gogh gave up and just treated it as if his body was not his own, but the pain in the depths of his soul was not something he could bear. Countless divine words were refined in his body. What was once a gift from the gods had now become an abyss of pain.
The black-robed old man patiently refined his student. He had to refine all the divine imprints in Van Gogh's body and fuse them with the silver armor. Because the silver armor had fused with his body first, it was not considered to have fallen. At most, it was a trick. When Van Gogh really fell, that was to say, when the gods knew that he had betrayed them, most of the punishment would be borne by this armor.
Only his Divine Refinement Technique could achieve this. This furnace itself was a divine artifact, and it was refined by another god. It was snatched by the God of Light and given to the believers of the Myers Continent.
This Myers Continent was the center of many planes, and it was the most important one. The God of Light took advantage of the fall of the gods to secretly spread his faith here, and the capital was not small. If it was in the past, it would not have been his turn to touch this place.
Both master and disciple understood how terrible the punishment of the gods was, so Van Gogh did not suspect too much and let his teacher help him clear the divine grace in his body.
So what if it was painful? Van Gogh himself was trapped by the furnace, and if he wanted to leave, he could only do so if he still had the Spear of Order in his hand.
Outside the small courtyard, hundreds of black-armored soldiers, led by a black-robed priest, blocked the door. The black-robed priest hesitated for a moment, but still said to the door, "Master Carlo, may I ask, has Van Gogh been here?"
"No," the black-robed old man replied. The movements of his hands did not stop, but instead sped up the refining speed.
The black-robed priest looked at a thin piece of crystal in his hand and did not have any reaction. It seemed that Master Carlo did not lie. He glanced at the courtyard with some worry, and the crystal suspended in the air suddenly burst out with a golden light, directly piercing his eyes.
The black-robed priest roared, and his left eye exploded. The black-armored soldiers behind him nervously took out their weapons and were about to rush into the courtyard.
The black-robed priest was shocked and angry. He only took a glance and was blinded. No matter what, he was still an adjudicator of the Inquisition. Did that old man not give him any face?
"Carlo, you dare …" The black-robed priest did not have any intention of stopping his subordinates. He did not believe that an old man in Black Prison would dare to slaughter the army of the Inquisition. Now, the Inquisition had stationed troops on Black Prison Island and was preparing for the expedition at sea. If Carlo did not see the big picture, the Warden would not protect him.
He had only said half of his words when the golden light in his injured eye sockets exploded. With a puchi sound, the black-robed priest's head was smashed into a mist of blood. Carlo did not care where he came from. On Black Prison Island, no one was allowed to enter his courtyard. Even the Warden had to wait outside.
The black-robed priest did not know his limits and lost his life in vain. The black-armored soldiers under him were furious, and the leading soldier was the first to rush into the courtyard. Hundreds of people rushed in.
Carlo sighed and shouted in a low voice, "My God, Purification!"
"Stop!" An angry shout came from afar. A warrior wearing heavy armor and holding a halberd rushed over. Behind him were more than twenty black-robed priests.
Above the courtyard, the crystal suspended in the air burst out with a gentle radiance. The white radiance was mixed with a trace of gold. When the radiance shone on the black-armored soldiers, they disintegrated one after another and blood flowed out.
Originally, this small courtyard could only accommodate about a hundred people. It was unknown how the three hundred black-armored soldiers squeezed in, but they were completely erased by the purification technique. The blood that sprayed out poured into the ground and was absorbed by the plants in the courtyard. The corpses of the black-armored soldiers were also swallowed by a huge hole that appeared on the ground.
The seemingly peaceful courtyard was hiding an infinite amount of killing intent. Carlo was the strongest Divine Refinement Master on Black Prison Island. How could his residence not have any defensive capabilities?
When the warrior wearing heavy armor arrived outside the courtyard, all the soldiers inside were already dead. Not even their corpses were left. He furiously pushed up his mask and shouted towards the courtyard, "Carlo, you dare to kill people from the Inquisition!"
"I dare, please scram." Carlo's voice was faint, and the warrior's face twisted.
"Alright, I'll leave. Just wait for the Head Judge's punishment!"
"Punishment?" Carlo sneered, "Since you are not willing to respect me, then you can stay too!"
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