Supported by the succubus, Felix quietly observed the assassin who had been dead for some time. These assassins, brainwashed by religious beliefs, were fanatical, fearless, and indifferent to death.
They were among the most dangerous people in the world! Shaking his head with a light sigh, Felix turned and walked towards Felendia.
If the Brotherhood hadn’t inexplicably targeted him, he would have never wished to make enemies with such fanatical assassins. He had scoured Felendia's archives but couldn't find any secrets about the Brotherhood or the Shroud of Turin mentioned in the "Bible - Old Testament."
Just as Felix was about to step away, a faint, ethereal song echoed in the sky. The song, as soft as a night breeze and tinged with sadness, was so gentle it seemed like an illusion. Felix stopped in his tracks, puzzled, looking up at the sky where the song originated, but he couldn’t see anything.
"It's a Wandering Soul Angel," the succubus sister, with her almost bewitchingly beautiful face, said with a peculiar smile. She pointed to a corner of the sky, speaking in a tone Felix had never heard before, gentle and serene, "It’s there!"
“They are the lowest rank of angels, soul-form angels without any power. But nobody can harm them because they can traverse space barriers anytime.” Closing her eyes, the succubus sister appeared to relish the Wandering Soul Angel’s song, her expression peaceful, surprisingly so to Felix.
Felix strained his eyes towards the sky but still couldn’t see the legendary Wandering Soul Angels. They were rarer than Reaper Thralls, being the only angels existing in a soul form.
Wandering Soul Angel? Why had they come here?
The second batch of ogre materials had arrived – one blade ogre and three warhammer ogres. It seemed that after learning about Felix's connection with the mysterious Gamma Master, the efficiency of the Adventurers' Guild had significantly improved.
After visiting the mother and daughter he had purchased, Felix quickly returned to Felendia.
The semi-undead ogre specimen was recovering well. In just a few days, its size had returned to its original form, and its height had increased under the stimulation of negative energy, nearly reaching the size of a blade ogre warrior.
However, as time passed, a series of minor problems began to emerge. The semi-undead ogre specimen started craving flesh and became aggressively hostile towards living beings, even venting its anger on the cage every day. This forced Felix to restrain it on a frame.
The dark blood obtained from Deathbell Town had been largely depleted after the first experiment. Therefore, Felix decided not to transform the subsequent ogre specimens into dark species.
After enhancing the negative element resistance of the second batch of ogres, Felix began the process of creating ogre battle servants.
He decided to accelerate the proficiency of his puppetry, as after inscribing magic runes on three batches of ogre specimens, he planned to make the final flesh puppet – transforming the captured high demon's corpse into a flesh puppet!
Everything was a preparation for the ultimate creation of the flesh puppet. A puppet life made from a high demon's corpse was Felix's ultimate trump card, the real power that could sway the situation!
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After handing over the recovery work of the semi-undead ogre specimen to the now somewhat intelligent undead attendants, Felix began intensely training his magical power. He started continuously striking the crystal in his palm with magical energy, then entering a deep meditative state to recover his expended magic.
As time passed, he managed to maintain the crystal striking for longer durations, and his rate of magical power improvement gradually got on track.
Felix’s gaze fell on the assassin’s body, and soon he saw a woman's soul emerge from it – a coldly beautiful soul. He was slightly surprised to realize that the assassin had been so beautiful before her disfigurement.
The assassin’s soul seemed confused. As it ascended with the song, her expression finally became clear at mid-air. What surprised Felix was the normalcy and calmness in her eyes looking at him, devoid of any hatred.
Perhaps, for her, Felix was just a name on the Shroud of Turin, a person she was divinely commanded to assassinate.
The assassin's soul floated up with the ethereal song towards the clouds until Felix could no longer see her.
“She’s been escorted to Heaven’s Door,” the succubus sister said, a hint of loss in her voice as she watched the song fade into the distance.
Felix remained silent for a moment, then nodded. The assassin from the Brotherhood must have been a devout and fanatical believer in life. Believers whose souls are escorted by angels after death usually have unwavering faith!
Walking a few steps, Felix suddenly had a curious thought. He turned to the succubus supporting him and asked, “What do you think will happen to me when I die? Will I be escorted by angels or by nightmare knights?”
The succubus sister frowned slightly in thought, then seriously replied, “Perhaps both will come.”
“Of course, master's soul might also be called upon by the Shadow Queen Christie.”
Felix smiled faintly at her words, but his right hand involuntarily clenched, the cold touch of the crystal in his palm bringing an inexplicable warmth.
Another calm day passed.
The assassin's body disappeared the next day, likely taken away by other members of the Brotherhood. However, where the body lay, a pure silver cross was left, engraved not with Iyeta, but a strange letter?
Felix visited the Saint Erde Cathedral the next day, but unfortunately, the middle-aged nun couldn’t clarify the meaning of the silver cross. It had to be handed over to the Notre Dame Cathedral council for the ancient priests to interpret.
The Brotherhood was not within the jurisdiction of the Church; many secrets were likely unknown even to the current Pope.
The second batch of ogre materials had arrived – one blade ogre and three warhammer ogres. It seemed that after learning about Felix's connection with the mysterious Gamma Master, the efficiency of the Adventurers' Guild had significantly improved.
After visiting the mother and daughter he had purchased, Felix quickly returned to Felendia.
The semi-undead ogre specimen was recovering well. In just a few days, its size had returned to its original form, and its height had increased under the stimulation of negative energy, nearly reaching the size of a blade ogre warrior. However, as time passed, a series of minor problems began to emerge.
The semi-undead ogre specimen started craving flesh and became aggressively hostile towards living beings, even venting its anger on the cage every day. This forced Felix to restrain it on a frame.
The dark blood obtained from Deathbell Town had been largely depleted after the first experiment. Therefore, Felix decided not to transform the subsequent ogre specimens into dark species. After enhancing the negative element resistance of the second batch of ogres, Felix began the process of creating ogre battle servants.
He decided to accelerate the proficiency of his puppetry, as after inscribing magic runes on three batches of ogre specimens, he planned to make the final flesh puppet – transforming the captured high demon's corpse into a flesh puppet!
Everything was a preparation for the ultimate creation of the flesh puppet. A puppet life made from a high demon's corpse was Felix's ultimate trump card, the real power that could sway the situation!
After handing over the recovery work of the semi-undead ogre specimen to the now somewhat intelligent undead attendants, Felix began intensely training his magical power.
He started continuously striking the crystal in his palm with magical energy, then entering a deep meditative state to recover his expended magic.
As time passed, he managed to maintain the crystal striking for longer durations, and his rate of magical power improvement gradually got on track.