Chapter 46 46. Clown
In the RE0 world, a forest.

A man in a black robe and a hood woke up. He did not feel the cold, his expression was numb, and he was neither happy nor sad. He had lived for more than a hundred years.

At first, he met the Witch of Feints Pandora, who took a fancy to him and gave him her witch gene, making him the first Archbishop of Feints. His power is also speech, which is very buggy, but certain conditions are required to trigger it.

He needs to say something that is beneficial to himself and then let the other party deny it, then the prerequisite for the power will be met. As long as he succeeds, the bug that is beneficial to him will always exist.

This also meant that his battle was all about talking, telling lies one after another, and he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had told the truth.

"Bishop Rawls, you're finally awake." A beautiful girl in white cloth appeared beside him, with a smile on her face all the time, but it was never a real smile.

"Lord Pandora, what do you want from me?" Luo Er was still cautious. Compared with the power brought by sharing strength and the power of words being fulfilled, he didn't think he had a chance of winning unless he could find the weakness of the other party's power.

Without knowing the principles and weaknesses of the Archbishops' powers, you will basically be killed on first sight, without the ability to recover, or the infinite resurrection of the Sword Master, and facing them is basically a matter of life and death.

It is precisely because of this that Luo Er would not choose to move. The other party's words were like emptiness and it was impossible to hear any useful information from them, but he had to listen.

"Bishop Rawls, it seems that you have finally reached that step." Pandora looked at the man in front of her with a smile on her face, but without any emotion, she was just stating a fact.

"Climb, Lady Pandora, I seem to have surpassed Lady Pandora." Roll replied with a smile.

Pandora did not respond to Roll's language trap and continued, "It seems that the possibility is finally coming, Bishop Roll. I look forward to your enthusiastic performance in the future."

"Lady Pandora, perhaps everything is just an illusory dream, isn't it?" Luo Er said calmly. The witch factor manifests different powers in different people. Whether they are witches or bishops, they are all people who have obtained the factor.

Their powers were not the same, but after Rawl used his power on Regulus, Pandora had some guesses about his power. Coupled with her own characteristics, she never fell into Rawl's language trap.

Pandora said nothing. She walked away step by step with her bare white feet. Her body seemed to be impervious to dust and always pure white. Soon she disappeared as if this person had never existed.

He took off his hood, revealing his silver-white hair and a lazy face that remained expressionless. This was Rawl's current mental state.

At first, he thought that Pandora chose him because he was a time traveler, but now it seems that it is not that simple. She was just above the black fog last night and came to find him this morning. Her purpose was very clear and it seemed that she had a bigger goal.

In fact, yesterday, he did not trust those clones at first, until he shared their memories and the most important power became invalid, he let down his guard a little.

At night, Luo Er left here. Pandora's words were like a curse, and he couldn't let it go for a long time. How could his performance be as diligent as that of the Archbishop of Sloth? The Archbishop of Sin with the worst power matching had caused more harm than all of them combined.

Near the hidden village of the ghost tribe.

Like the Witch of Feint, he had left some traces in history over the past hundred years. He had been to the Frozen Forest, the Empire, the Holy Kingdom, and most other countries.

He seems like a ghost without a purpose, but actually does the same thing as the Witch of Disguise. He also uses words to bring changes to the world.

"Have the cultists been wiped out? How boring." Luo Er walked towards the village inside. The village was on fire, with heavy casualties. A magician was using excellent fire magic to eliminate the witch cultists on the scene.

There is also a pair of twins. The pink-haired one is unconscious, while the blue-haired one has tear marks on his face. It seems that he is not feeling the pain of the demise of the ghost clan, but the guilt of being glad for himself.

The magician stopped and turned to stare at Rawl. This aura was not comparable to that of the witch cultist, the Archbishop of Sin, who had obtained the witch gene and possessed unique powers.

"Mr. Roswaal, nice to meet you. I am Roll, the bishop in charge of arrogance of the Witch Cult." Roll introduced himself calmly with a calm face, as if looking down on Roswaal.

At this moment, Roswaal's heart was not at peace. He was acting according to the future recorded in the Book of Wisdom, but now the Archbishop of Sin appeared. This was the first time that the prophecy had deviated.

"No reply? Of course, I also know that you are only acting according to the Book of Wisdom, or what is now called the Gospel by our Witch Cult. You must have doubts because of my deviation. Don't worry, I am very strong and you can't defeat me. Speak your mind boldly." Luo Er just talked nonsense.

"How is that possible? How do you know that?" Roswaal stared at the Archbishop of Sin in front of him, a little out of control, and even forgot to disguise his voice.

"Why? I knew that you have always been the Roswaal of four hundred years ago. It's really interesting. Don't you think it's a very arrogant act to forcibly occupy the body of your descendants? But I admire you. It's in line with my teachings." Rawl's expression never changed from beginning to end.

Roswaal is an outstanding magician, and many people dare not underestimate his powerful strength, but only the madman of the Witch Cult does not care, especially the arrogant bishop in front of him.

"Just some nonsense." Roswaal started using fire magic directly.

"Imitating the Melancholy Demon? How pathetic! You are so weak, just like a clown. Believe it or not, your magic cannot harm me. It may even rebound to your own body."

"Stop talking nonsense. This is definitely impossible." After hearing the Melancholy Demon, Roswaal immediately broke through the defense and fell directly into Raw's language trap. At the same time, his fire magic was released, pointing directly at Raw.

"You've taken the bait. Lies can instantly reverse right and wrong, and establish cause and effect." Roll stood there motionless, allowing the flames to bombard him.

boom.

Roswaal was instantly blown away by the fire magic, his body severely burned. Now he didn't care about his physical injuries anymore, and flew away with the help of the blast.

"Why, why, why did something inconsistent with the Book of Wisdom happen? Teacher, what should I do next?" Roswaal took the book from his arms, opened it and looked inside.

【Lead the Archbishop of Feint to the Holy Land.】

The original record in the Book of Wisdom was not offset, but there was an extra line of words. Roswaal instantly realized that the person who had just come was not the Archbishop of Pride, but the eighth Archbishop of Sin mentioned in the legend.

So far, he has been seriously injured without even understanding the mechanism of the other party's power. Leading such a person to the Holy Land requires long-term planning.

(End of this chapter)