Chapter 617: High Service, sneaking into the church on the ship and poisoning the holy water
In one night, this iron rod was able to devour more than a dozen undead souls. Its devouring ability was increasing, which was amazing.
During the day, the soul in the staff space will enter a meditative state, as if quietly feeling the subtle energy generated after devouring the soul.
This energy is like starlight hidden in the darkness. Although it is weak, it contains huge potential. It slowly injects into the soul, nourishing it and making it more solid and powerful.
After this period of observation and experience, Kashin has figured out the law. He is now accustomed to this phenomenon, just like a daily trivial matter.
He found that as he continued to devour souls, the iron rod underwent significant changes.
Its color became darker and darker, as if it was stained by the power of darkness, and its surface looked more textured, no longer as rough as before, but more like a carefully crafted mysterious object.
Just by looking at it, one can clearly feel that the iron rod contains powerful energy. When Kashin injects his mental power into it, it can be stored and then used by that ray of soul.
This change shows that the condition of the iron rod has been greatly improved compared with before. It is like a mysterious existence that is slowly awakening, constantly showing more potential and possibilities.
The church armed forces searched the giant ship for two whole days. They turned almost every inch of the space on the ship upside down and really dug three feet deep, but in the end they found nothing.
As time went on, the fatigue and frustration of the church militants gradually showed on their faces, and confusion and helplessness began to appear in their eyes.
After all, such a long period of intensive search had yielded no results, which made them begin to doubt whether Kashin was really still on the giant ship.
Then, everything returned to normal. On this huge ship of the Holy See, there was a prayer ceremony every day, and this ceremony was very punctual, just like an accurate clock...
Late at night, everything was silent and the church was empty. Kashin jumped off the huge organ, rolled over to release the force, walked lightly to the holy water used for sacrifice, poured the itching powder into it, and then climbed up to the maintenance hole of the organ again, waiting for dawn.
There were paladins guarding outside the church door, so it was like free protection, and no one suspected that Kashin was hiding inside.
Itching powder is a potion designed by Tan Aili for the church's armed forces. It will not be recognized as poison. After taking a sip, your internal organs will itch. Although the effect of the medicine only lasts for five minutes, it is enough for Kashin to reduce their numbers.
The procedure for this week is already clear. Holy water will be sprinkled and drunk. In addition to the top leaders, all the lower-level church armed forces will come. Tomorrow is the big week, and maybe some powerful people will come.
At this moment, the church armed forces seemed to have relaxed their vigilance and no longer searched for the "devil", and their lives were back on track. Now that the giant ship had stopped, the craftsmen were urgently making oar power modules in order to restore the rowing function.
Early morning prayer:
The cardinal who was a shadow priest appeared. As soon as his figure appeared, the air around him seemed to become heavy.
This cardinal is a prestigious figure in the church. His existence is like a shadow in the darkness, mysterious and awe-inspiring.
For Kashin, this was the first time he had seen such a powerful person. Kashin knew that the cardinal was one of the core forces of the church's armed forces, and his ability and wisdom should not be underestimated.
An idea suddenly came to Kashin's mind: as long as he could get rid of this person, the dawn of victory would immediately appear before his eyes.
This idea was like a seed of hope that took root and sprouted in his heart, making him involuntarily excited.
"As long as he drinks the holy water, everything will be easy. It seems that observing the pattern of their worship is indeed useful..." Kashin thought to himself.
The cardinal would drink holy water during the ceremony, and this was a perfect opportunity. If he did something with the holy water late at night, he would be able to eliminate this powerful enemy in one fell swoop.
Thinking of this, Kashin quickly calmed down. He knew very well that he could not be careless at this time.
He was like a cheetah lurking in the bushes, closing his eyes and resting his mind, patiently waiting for the best opportunity. His breathing became slow and steady, and his body tried to remain still, not making any sound to avoid exposing his whereabouts.
Afterwards, more than a dozen white-robed priests, Paladin generals, and others came one after another. These people were all important figures in the church, and their arrival made the atmosphere on the scene more solemn.
The white-robed priests wore flawless white robes, walked steadily, and had solemn and serious expressions; the Paladin General wore heavy armor that gleamed coldly under the light, and his eyes revealed a kind of perseverance and majesty that came from a long battle.
As for the Vatican staff at the lower level, they all stood on the edge, bowed their heads respectfully, and waited for the important figures to take their seats before they could find a seat to sit down.
This is a reflection of a strict hierarchy in which status in the church determines how people behave and are treated.
The female crew members, dressed in monk's clothes, were ready to sing on the stage. Their ages varied, from young girls to older women, and it was obvious that they were a temporary choir.
Their expressions were somewhat nervous. After all, they were serving an important church ceremony, and they were facing high-ranking figures in the church.
Some of the female crew members were so nervous that their hands were shaking slightly and they tightly grasped the corners of their monk's robes; others were taking deep breaths continuously, trying to calm themselves down.
As the number of people arrived, there were about three hundred people. Everyone saluted each other and the whole scene looked joyful.
This harmonious atmosphere seemed full of hypocrisy to Kashin.
However, he didn't have the mind to think deeply about these things now. His attention was all focused on the ceremony that was about to begin, especially the cardinal's every move.
As two white-robed priests presided over the ceremony, the organ played rich tones.
The sound was like a surging wave, hitting Kashin's ears wave after wave. This happened almost every day, and every time he heard this sound, Kashin felt like he was suffering from a kind of torture.
The sound of the organ echoed in the enclosed space, making his eardrums buzz. Only by entering a state of meditation could he ignore this discomfort.
In meditation, he seemed to be in a quiet world, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the outside world. He could concentrate on thinking about his plans, waiting for the critical moment that could change the situation.