I'm Really Not Targeting the Mages

‘Ine ancestral temple.

In the depths of the maze.

On a square with no end in sight.

Rows of believers in plain linen clothes were kneeling.

Their eyes were covered with black cloth, and although they couldn’t see clearly, they were still chanting the honorific name of the wilderness God who had blessed them for many years. “The Supreme and pure God of the plum deer!” protect us from the invasion of evil.

“Under the bright moon,” we will be sharing the Holy Communion with our brothers and sisters.

Many of the believers trembled slightly on their backs, and some of them put their hands on the ground, trying to support their bodies.

For today’s Holy Communion.

Many of them had been starving for days.

But in order to cure the God of plum deer.

They were willing to pay such a price.

This was what Archbishop rose had told them personally:

“Temporary endurance is for a better future.”

Many believers comforted themselves in their hearts.

“Everything will be fine.” The chanting continued.

But very quickly.

An alluring fragrance wafted over from a corner of the square. Many people instinctively slowed down the speed at which they sang.

“God said.”

“You have to focus.

A cold and clear voice rang in their ears.

Upon hearing this voice.

Most of the believers subconsciously focused their attention and continued to sing the hymn.

Everyone knew.

It was Archbishop Rose’s voice.

He didn’t know if it was because he was distracted by hunger.

Many of the normally devout male believers actually felt that the Archbishop’s voice today was faintly tinged with an unbearable itch in their hearts. Blasphemy-like panic and uneasiness emerged in their hearts.

They didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

He just silently chanted.

In the open square.

There were stone pillars carved with strange creatures.

Archbishop rose stood beside one of the stone pillars.

He stared at the ferocious beast on the stone pillar in a daze.

It was not her first time exploring the ‘temple of the ancestors’.

However, it was the first time he had looked at the totems in the temple face to face for such a long time.

The more she looked at the monster in the stone pillar, the more frightened she became.

It was as if in the next moment.

It was as if these monsters would climb out of the stone pillars.

“There were indeed capable craftsmen among the ancient people.”

Rose praised in her heart.

When the strange smell came.

She was slightly shocked!

After berating a few of the Restless believers, she waved her hand, indicating that the ‘Holy Communion’ could be served.

In an open space not far behind her.

There were more than ten iron pots as tall as two people.

In the pot, a white and turbid broth was boiling.

Beneath it was a Dark Flame formed from a mixture of charcoal and purgatory red earth.

Hundreds of ” little inferior demons ” were busy going around those iron pots.

It was a small inferior demon who couldn’t help but open the pot.

It caused the extremely stinky smell to spread out involuntarily.

Fortunately, rose had saved him in time.

A magic trick like ” reversal of smell ” was a piece of cake for a Holy master of her level.

Most of the believers who were deceived by her to come here were foolish people who had served in the temple of plum deer for a long time. They didn’t have the ability to distinguish between real and fake.

In Rose’s opinion.

The only meaning of their existence was to sacrifice everything for the God of plum deer.

The God had treated them well when he was in the wilderness camp.

Now, God had forsaken the dark for the light.

They should make some contributions.

For example.

After eating this Holy Communion …

As long as they collectively consumed this Holy Communion.

Then the strategy of the God of plum deer was half successful.

With this thought .

Rose’s eyes lit up with an enchanting smile, and her voice was gentle.

“Thank you, God.”

“We’ll take the Holy Communion together.”

He cast three illusions in a row.

The believers felt as if they were floating in the air.

They loudly praised the God of plum deer and officiant rose.

The underlings silently served plates of stinky ” Holy Communion ” in front of them.

They didn’t dare to take off their blindfold.

He could only grab it with his hands and eat it.

Even so.

The group of believers who had been starving for days could vaguely tell that the main component of the Holy Communion was pieces of smooth, tender, and sweet meat.

There was also a large bowl of sweet and delicious hot soup.

The believers ate with great relish.

Rose looked at this scene.

Her face was flushed with excitement.

She raised her fair neck and made an extremely suppressed and strange sound.

It was blasphemy from the purgatory!

The next second.

Her loose and pure white officiant robe was completely torn apart.

Her pure white body was dyed red and black by the evil root!

She seemed to be pulled into the air by a mysterious force. Her whole body leaned back, and her spine was twisted into a C shape!

Six Spider-like black bone claws extended from her twisted spine.

Fine hair grew on her face.

But it faded very quickly.

All that was left were three Scarlet colors on each side.

The corners of her bright eyes seemed to be extended infinitely.

Hualala!

White fur grew out of her skin and wove into the same divine robe as before.

Rose gradually returned to her original state.

Her expression was still dignified and dignified, but there was an indescribable temptation under the slightly moving divine spell cannon.When she raised her eyes slightly, the charm and depravity that were deep in her bones flowed out uncontrollably.

It was like the rain in spring.

The pattering sounds were soul-stirring.

Rose looked at the kneeling believers in the square with pity.

They were still taking the Holy Communion.

However, she did not realize that her body had undergone a shocking change