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After warning Cang Hong with the power of his ring, Salin had Sicar support him and Cang Hong support Sarah. The three of them quickly left the battle in the mangrove forest.
Salin didn't bury the corpses. In the swamp, burying them was meaningless. All kinds of magical beasts would quickly dig up the corpses.
The four of them sped up and carefully avoided the Terror Demons. These small monsters were rare in the mangrove forest, but they were more dangerous than the Soul Sucking Demons. Even a Magician would lose the ability to fight if hit by a Terror Demon's skill.
When they neared the edge of the mangrove forest, there were muddy traps everywhere. They could only stop. Cang Hong didn't have a map of this place, and Salin hadn't fully recovered. The four of them had to climb up a tree to rest.
Salin had completely absorbed the power of a level-three Magic Core and replaced it with a new one. He leaned on a thick branch and looked down at Cang Hong. After losing his sharpness, the sissy man looked much more pleasing to the eye, like a bullied wife.
"Cang Hong, you regret hiring me, right?"
"No, it's fate," Cang Hong replied helplessly. Now that the tables had turned, he needed Sicar and Salin to protect Sarah. Sarah couldn't move for at least a day, let alone fight.
"Fate? Hehe … "Salin laughed softly." Do you know the position of the God's Messenger in the Church? "
"Of course, below one and above ten thousand. Offending the God's Messenger is equivalent to offending the Pope. "
"If only that was the case. In reality, the God's Messenger doesn't have to listen to the Pope's orders. The Church's power on the surface consists of the three courts, the Privy Council, the Holy Knights and the Religious Court of Inquiry. But according to the attributes of the clergy, the God's Messenger doesn't belong to any of them. "
"What do you mean?" Even though Cang Hong was a mature mercenary, her understanding of the Church wasn't as good as Salin's.
"The three courts and the Holy Knights are the Pope's power, but since there's no Divine War, they can only lie low. The Privy Council is the core of the Church, and the main power is the Deacons. They're called Red Deacons. The Religious Court of Inquiry's main power is the Black Deacons, who carry out shady things. The Oracles, on the other hand, have their own power and are scattered in all the parishes. They are called white deacons. "
"Is there a difference?" Cang Hong asked indifferently.
"The Red Deacon is in charge of the internal affairs of the Church, the Black Deacon is in charge of the external affairs of the Church, and the White Deacon is in charge of God's will. Now, we are not only offending the Vatican. In fact, we are directly offending God. "
Cang Hong almost fell from the tree. He raised his head and looked at Salin in bewilderment.
"I don't want everyone to turn back because I'm afraid of running into Deacon White. To be able to become a Deacon White, one has to be at least a Level Six professional. If we really ran into them, we wouldn't even have the ability to escape. Cang Hong, let me ask you, do you regret it? "
Cang Hong was indeed very regretful. He had originally thought that even if he ruined the God Messenger's plan, the God Messenger wouldn't directly make a move to cause trouble for an ant like him …
"Ha, look at how scared you are. The God Messenger's mission has nothing to do with the Qinyin Empire's swordsmen. The Vulture Mercenary Group should have come up with this idea on the spur of the moment. If I'm not wrong, their target is in another direction. As long as we pass through the swamp in front of us, we will be safe. "
Cang Hong looked at Salin with some confusion. He didn't understand why this young mage didn't seem to care about offending the God Messenger at all. It was impossible to say that Salin was ignorant. He was far more familiar with the structure and power of the Holy Church than himself. But to say that Salin was powerful? Perhaps this young mage wasn't even as powerful as the Caucasian female warrior beside him.
No matter what, a Level One Mage was no match for a Level Six professional.
"Although the Holy Church is terrifying, it has only been rising for a short period of time. It can only really control the Tanggulas Empire. Their power in Scochenya is far from enough. The people we have offended are too high-level, and they can't make a big move in another empire. Otherwise, it would cause a war. Therefore, you don't have to worry. As long as we leave Scochenya and enter the Qinyin Empire, we are basically safe. The Qinyin Empire is called the Magic Empire, and it has always looked down on the power of the Gods. Sigh, you won't understand even if I explain … "
Cang Hong stared at Salin with hatred. He indeed didn't understand the key point. He only knew that if he didn't escape as soon as possible, he would be targeted by Deacon White at any time. That was a Level Six professional, equivalent to a Level Five mage, or a high-level Swordsman.
"Why are you telling me this? Who cares what Deacon he is? Aren't we dead for sure?"
"The difference is that if it's Deacon Red, as long as you are willing to throw yourself into the arms of the God and choose to believe in the God, you won't die. If it's a Black Deacon, you can have special powers. If you are chosen by the Inquisition, you also have a chance to surrender. If it's a Deacon White, you should just give up. The God Messenger doesn't need anything. "
Salin's words were like a heavy hammer, pounding on Cang Hong's heart. He indeed had that thought. If it really didn't work out, he could just throw himself into the arms of the God. It was better than being killed. Salin seemed to have seen through his thoughts. His words made Cang Hong completely give up.
After saying this, Salin closed his eyes and held the Magic Core tightly, speeding up the recovery of his magic strings. Cang Hong didn't say anything. He was a Beginner Swordsman, equivalent to a Level Four professional. He had thought that he would be able to suppress this Level One mage. Now it seemed that not only was his combat ability inferior to a mage's, his intelligence was also greatly inferior.
Cang Hong was depressed that a Level One mage was only equivalent to a Level Two professional. Why did he feel so much pressure?
After half an hour, Salin's magic strings had recovered. The negative state on his body had not been eliminated, and he could barely move forward with Sid's support. Sarah had also recovered a bit of her strength. The four of them plunged into the swamp while it was still early.
The most dangerous thing in the swamp was not the magic beasts, but the traps. After tens of thousands of years of mud, it was impossible to determine how deep it was. Salin's perception was strong, and he could bypass these traps. The final threat was still the magic beasts.
This was supposed to be a dangerous journey, but now that Sid had almost recovered, she led the way in front, often letting out low whistles. Even when they encountered a powerful magic beast, Sid would chant a spell from afar, and the magic beast would watch for a moment before actually avoiding it.
Salin finally understood why Cang Hong wanted to hire a Caucasian at a high price. Most of the Caucasian warriors who could come out to train were blessed by the priests and had the ability to communicate with magic beasts. Although they could not control magic beasts like the mages of the Goddess of Nature, they still had the ability to express goodwill and not attack each other.
Along the way, other than using her stick to disperse a group of Fear Demons, Sid did not fight with any other magic beasts. The four of them walked until dawn, and when they were almost exhausted, they finally crossed half of the swamp.
As the four of them hurried through the night, they entered a cave in the Chaotic Swamp. A young man in a white robe and four subordinates passed by the battlefield where Salin and the others were fighting.
The young man in the white robe was in his early twenties. His robe was a bit like a mage's, but it did not have a belt inside. It was very wide and elegant. This kind of robe was not suitable for adventuring, and it was a bit of a burden in battle. There was not a speck of dust on his body, as if he had just come out of a bath and then been dried by wind magic.
He leaned against the wall of the cave and frowned slightly, watching impatiently as his four subordinates gathered information on the battlefield.
The four subordinates were all wearing armor, which had almost no gaps, as if it was carved from a single piece of metal. The edges of the armor were designed with leaves, and each leaf was cast with golden divine runes. Only the warriors of the Holy See would dress like this, and warriors qualified to wear armor with divine runes had to be at least level five.
"My Lord, the Vulture Mercenaries are dead. There are mages among the enemies." A warrior in divine rune armor reported carefully. The young man in the white robe frowned, his expression cold.
"They deserve to die. These sons of b * tches, they dared to defy the orders of the Oracle, and changed their route for a little profit."
The young man in the white robe spoke vulgarities, and his face was also cruel, which was clearly not in line with his status. The four subordinates kept quiet out of fear and could only pretend not to hear.
"Can we catch up with them?" The young man in the white robe seemed to hate this cave very much. He simply released the divine light and covered himself completely, even his face became blurred. Before his subordinates could answer, he immediately retorted, "No, we can't go according to the original plan. If we delay the Oracle, even if we die, we can't get redemption. You guys listen to me, after this mission, find a way to destroy the Vulture Mercenaries. Just thinking about it makes me angry. "
"Yes, Lord Picasso." The four armored warriors bowed respectfully.
Salin and the others didn't know that they had escaped a disaster. If they were caught up with this team, Salin would probably have no way to escape. Four fifth-level warriors and a sixth-level mage. With such a force, only his teacher could win.
The terrain of the Swamp of Chaos was complicated, and even the climate was constantly changing. After Salin and the others crossed the edge of a small swamp, they felt that the weather was much warmer. In front of them was a plain, dry and barren. Only a few plants that could be seen in the desert were stubbornly rooted in this small plain.
Except for Salin, the other three were already struggling to keep their eyes open. Seeing this dry plain, they couldn't wait to set up camp immediately.
"Everyone, bear with it. Rest behind that mound." Salin didn't dare to relax. His magic string had recovered, and he brought everyone behind the mound. Only then did he let the three rest, and he was responsible for guarding.
"Captain, I'm going to sleep!" Shika looked at Salin and said with some worry.
"Go to sleep, I've recovered very well." Salin patted Shika's shoulder and sat down himself, ready to check the harvest of the past few days.
Cang Hong and Sarah were the first to fall asleep. They had long lost their tents, so they could only cover themselves with cloaks and curl up as much as possible. Shika's leather armor was precious and had the function of adjusting temperature. She spread her limbs and fell asleep next to Salin without any defense.
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