Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes
Chapter 219 Tragic Bishop

Chapter 219: Chapter 219 Tragic Bishop

Due to finding the family guard, Evan was fortunate to receive his share of the reward once again.

However, because he recklessly set out on his own and fell into danger due to carelessness, he was harshly chastised by Duke Carrot.

Even if he chose to travel and explore outside, personal safety must come first!

The family’s Eighth Rank Guard is not omnipotent, and even those of Ninth Rank can’t guarantee to move unchallenged across the Continent. Therefore, at no time should one blindly place oneself in a perilous situation.

No matter what treasures or resources there are, all can be replaced, only oneself is fundamental to everything.

This time he was fortunate to save his own life, but what about next time?

To reinforce this lesson, after Duke handed over the part of the reward Evan deserved, he ordered him to return to Fengjin City to cultivate and develop his territory, strictly forbidding him from further travel.

Only when his strength breaks through the Seventh Rank will the confinement order be lifted.

In front of the Duke, Evan was scolded as if he were an ostrich, constantly shrinking his neck, almost retracting it back into his clothing.

.........

Elsewhere, in a temporarily excavated cavern.

"Ugh..."

Feeling a cold, solid prick at the back of his body, the blond-haired young Bishop painfully opened his eyes.

What came into view was the dark, cramped cave wall.

He discovered that he was still lying on a rough rock altar, his limbs and neck tightly bound by magic power manacles, stripped of all his equipment.

Only a piece of undergarment remained, preserving the last bit of his dignity.

He tried to break free, but there wasn’t a trace of magic power in his body, and he even felt a great sense of weakness, as if the origin of his Spirit Sea had been damaged.

Pat, pat, pat...

Perhaps sensing his awakening, a sequence of faint footsteps gradually started, approaching from a distance.

The young Bishop struggled to widen his eyes, trying to see the direction of the newcomer, but was unable to do so due to the restraint around his neck.

But soon, he no longer needed to make such an effort,

A familiar silhouette in a black hooded robe appeared in his line of sight—

"You..."

Seeing the familiar black robe, the young Bishop’s eyes suddenly widened, a severe and icy anger flaring within them. His throat rolled violently, and for a moment, he could not find weighty enough words to vent this fury!

These despicable heretics had lured his attention with a false Holy Grail, then ambushed him with the Holy Object’s power in secrecy!

In an oversight, he was swept up by the ’Holy Object’s’ power and lost consciousness.

When the White Light that had always shone in his eyes dissipated, it was evident that his original eye color was an unusual pale gold, like the dawn’s first light, pure and clear.

In fact, upon a closer look, one would find that the Bishop’s features were significantly younger than they seemed from afar, even slightly childish.

"Don’t be so agitated... Pseudo God’s lackey, there are more interesting things waiting for you," Anvis spoke, imitating the tone and cadence of the Moon Secret Cult’s Priests under the layered hood, his voice muffled and hard to distinguish.

"Despicable heretic... darkness shall engulf you, and even when the final judgment arrives, you shall not be redeemed or exempted!"

Hearing his voice, the Bishop on the altar gnashed his teeth in Anger.

"Thank you for your blessing, may the true gaze forever watch over your soul."

Anvis was utterly indifferent to the bishop’s through-gritted-teeth words.

The spiritual source suffered a heavy blow, temporarily losing all strength, and with limbs bound by high-rank magic, now the bishop could only take pleasure in verbal sparring on his bed... his altar.

However, having once been of the eighth rank, the bishop’s mental barriers remained sturdy. Even though he was grievously injured and powerless, he had no intention of wavering.

Therefore, Anvis needed to open a tiny crack on the surface of his mind.

"Look at this, such an interesting trinket."

Gazing into the bishop’s icy, pale golden eyes, Anvis slowly raised his right hand, pinching the ring-shaped Light Holy Emblem and swinging it in front of the bishop.

Ignoring the bishop’s angry gaze, Anvis spoke to himself.

"Do you see? The symbol of your pathetic divine, just like the entire world in your cognition, tightly shackled within such a small ring."

While speaking, Anvis slightly exerted force with his fingers. A sinister and inauspicious magic power emerged from his fingertips, winding around the surface of the Light Holy Emblem, violently eroding its holy power.

"But, light, after all, is no match for the powerful darkness."

As he moved, the Light Holy Emblem, engraved with sacred patterns, gradually began to deform between his fingers.

"You... you unforgivable heretic!"

Under the bishop’s near-splitting gaze, as Anvis fully closed his fingertips, a faint white light passed by. The hollow Light Holy Emblem was completely destroyed in front of him, leaving only a few fragments of dark rings behind.

Helplessly witnessing his Light Holy Emblem being eroded by Old God Power, such an act of ritual desecration enkindled the bishop’s breathing abruptly, his rage escalating to the point of fury.

"Angry?"

The hood trembled slightly as Anvis spoke.

"What if it were like this?"

As the words fell, several pieces of the dark ring fragments suddenly floated up and began to reassemble.

Holding the reassembled ring, Anvis spoke in an eerie tone.

"I wonder if you’ve ever heard of a ritual called Destiny Parasite, and its effects."

Hearing the term ’Destiny Parasite’ mentioned by the ’Priest of the Moon Worshiping Cult’ in front of him, the bishop’s eyes suddenly widened.

At the same time, seemingly confirming the bishop’s speculation, a humanoid shape, wearing the bishop’s former full attire but lacking facial features, suddenly appeared in front of the bishop.

"It seems I don’t have to waste any more words."

Accompanied by Anvis’s dark and unintelligible tone, the face of the figure suddenly began to fluctuate, and the stature also gradually changed.

Slowly, a face that even made the bishop feel as if he were looking in a mirror appeared before him.

"A perfect masterpiece, but it’s still missing the final touch."

Looking at the figure beside him, identical to the bishop but with closed eyes, Anvis smiled and lifted the black Light Holy Emblem, displaying it in the bishop’s view.

Under his gaze, the dark color of the ring faded away, restored to a saintly silver white. But the murky alien power within it was still distinctly recognizable.

Watching Anvis personally hang the transformed ’Light Holy Emblem’ on the chest of the figure, a strong chill suddenly rose in the bishop’s heart.

In this violent emotional turmoil, his spirit shook fiercely for a moment, revealing an almost imperceptible crevice.

In an instant, within this sliver of a gap, something obscure began to slowly take root.