Clement floated in the darkness outside the cave, looking at the situation inside expressionlessly, whether it was the strange patterns or the strong feelings of hatred, hatred and despair, they had all dissipated, if it weren't for the small residual transcendent aura still existing there, no one could guess that a small magic ritual had been held here, and even so, no one could guess from this remaining transcendent aura the specific content of that small magic ritual and whether it was part of a large ritual.
After an hour, this extraordinary aura also dissolved in nature, and everything that had happened was completely annihilated in the long river of history.
Clement used prophetic magic such as "prayer magic" in an attempt to obtain "revelations from the gods", but there was nothing but those he had known for a long time.
"The other party's strength is at least not worse than mine, and he has made sufficient preparations in advance, so I can't predict the real situation, even the 'Lord of Hell' can't do it......" Clement frowned slightly, if the "Lord of Hell" was here immediately, then He would definitely be able to "predict" the truth, but He was in the distant endless ocean, in the more "distant" ninth layer of hell, only because he sensed the abnormal strong emotional power to be aware of it, and had missed the opportunity.
Clement interrupted the prophecy magic and analyzed the possible objects on his own: "The strength is no worse than mine...... From this point alone, there are not many suspects in Fort St. Ivan, unless there are other outsiders, but then it is impossible to make such adequate preparations in Fort St. Ivan, which we have the most tight control...... By the way, the power of negative emotions requires a 'container' that is at most one level lower, and I have to see who is 'missing'......"
Since the other party had completed the state transformation, Clement was not too anxious and went to various cathedrals overnight to determine the life and death of the Holy Spirit Priest and the Holy Knight, but patiently waited until early morning, using the pretext of communicating the current undercurrent situation to visit the members of the cardinal conference.
"Your opinion is important, I will consider it......" Outside St. Felix's Cathedral, Clement politely said goodbye to another saint who had inherited power, his heart full of doubts.
None of the Seven Saints, including himself, were missing, either in several cathedrals in St. Ivan Fortress or in the key areas they were guarding - after contacting them through the Transmission Magic Circle, they were confirmed by prophetic magic, while most of the rest of the Holy Spirit Priests, Holy Knights, and the Empire's Epic Knights were like this.
In this way, there is no "container", could it be that the one who completes the state transformation is a legend of other forces who hunts down or a strong man who lives in seclusion alone? Clement felt that this matter was a bit strange, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had unknowingly walked outside St. Ivan Cathedral.
Wouldn't it be a "container" for the Pope's crown? Clement had a whim, normal people shouldn't be so bold, but maybe it was a madman?
With this in mind, Clement walked into St. Ivan Cathedral and asked to meet Pope Berkovsky.
A few minutes later, he saw Berkovsky in his study, still with a loud voice, yellow eyes, and a "tall" nose.
"Clement, you seem to have some ideas?" Berkovsky hinted that he was aware of Clement's frequent visits and contacts with members of the College of Cardinals and the Knights of the Epic of the Empire and its dependent countries.
Clement was shocked, he was still a little too anxious, it should have been completed in a few days, if it weren't for last night's incident thanks to the "Lord of Hell's deep sense of the ancient devil and the power of emotions", even the state changer himself didn't know that the matter had been leaked, and his actions today might have exposed something.
So, he said sincerely and fearfully: "The monsters of the Dark Council have invaded several small countries in the northern foothills of the Dark Mountains and threatened the Earth Mother Goddess Church, I am worried that the Earth Mother will turn to them and want to secretly prevent this from happening, so I exchanged opinions with the cardinal and the Epic Knights, hoping to reach an agreement as much as possible before making suggestions."
"If you have anything in the future, you should communicate with me first." Berkovsky said nothing, because this is the Church in the North, unlike the Church in the South, where the Pope has absolute authority and decision-making, and this large-scale communication in private is seen as a sign of blasphemy against the "Lord's earthly spokesman" and an intention to divide the Church.
In the Northern Church, power belongs to the entire College of Cardinals, and the Pope simply has more convening power than the saints, and with the deterrence of strength, he has more power to speak and make decisions than others.
Of course, under normal circumstances, no saint would challenge the authority of the Pope so much.
Clement breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully: "I am here to ask you."
After exchanging the current situation, Clement returned to the Cathedral of Saint-Gono and searched for what he had missed, but unfortunately, due to the influence of his mindset, he couldn't understand what the mysterious state changer used as a "container", after all, there are only so many legendary powerhouses!
Thinking about it, he thought of himself again: "I still lack a few special materials for refining containers, should I borrow a little from the 'Lord of Hell'...... No, He doesn't know that I don't use the law of negative emotions, but rely on the Book of Virtues...... Hey, if only Saint Gono's corpse could be used, the divine body, the power accumulated over hundreds of years, is enough to bring me close to the peak of legend and it won't be long before I can break through, corpse, corpse of the saints!"
Clement suddenly thought of a possibility, his heart was surprised and shocked, his facial muscles were faintly distorted, was it really one of them?
He knelt on the spot, drawing a horizontal cross on his chest that was short and long on the left and right, his eyes closed, and the divine brilliance behind him emerged, condensed into a ball of light and gradually transformed into an angel of light with golden eyes, and then the silence and coldness, monotonous and boring black, white and gray permeated the surroundings.
The Necromancer, the Necromancer's Temple, and the Holy Spirit Chamber.
Suddenly, the divine light balls above one of the coffins seemed to be flown in by something, quickly growing and enlarged, turning into an angel of light with golden eyes and six wings on its back.
Clement's consciousness was attached to the divine light, and he looked at the chamber of the Holy Spirit, which was as quiet as a tomb, and felt the smell of long-standing vicissitudes.
"Who could it be?" Clement looked at the other four coffins, feeling quite hesitant in his heart, if he opened it wrong, then the corresponding saints would definitely sense it, and it would be difficult for him to explain why he did this at that time, although he would not be surrounded and killed, but he would definitely be excluded from the inner circle by the pope and the saints as careerists in the future.
He used a prophetic magic, hoping to give himself a hint, but the results of the prophecy were varied, including any coffin.
Shaking his head, Clement thought that there was still a "Lord of Hell" standing behind him, so he made up his mind to check the person he suspected the most!
He walked to the front and stood in front of St. Ivan's coffin standing upright, with six angel wings gently flapping behind him, his right hand stretched out, and slowly pushed open the lid of the coffin.
The squeak, hoarse and heavy friction broke the quiet silence of the Holy Spirit room, and the coffin behind the lid was empty, only the iron black glowed with a cold sheen.
Clement's golden eyes suddenly froze, like joy and anger, and they were indeed empty!
The St. Ivan who betrayed the holy city of Reims and established his own Church in the North is gone! His divine body and the power accumulated over the generations were gone!
"Sure enough, it was Berkovsky, he completed the state transformation!" Clement couldn't control his anger, angry that Berkovsky had betrayed his "ideal", and that he was angry that he hadn't completed it so easily.
At this time, he clearly understood why Pope Wicken did not consider the saints of the Northern Church to sow discord when he secretly announced the god-like law, because He must have understood that there are several saints' divine bodies and the power accumulated from generation to generation, and state transformation only requires the collection of emotional power, which is relatively simple, plus the power of faith controlled and stolen by the Northern Church, and the accumulated divine brilliance.
"If this path hadn't involved an understanding of divinity and faith, the failure could have been great, and it would have taken a long time to grasp, and Berkovsky might have already tried to impact......" Clement thought angrily and enviously, he was still far from even state transformation, but he didn't know that Berkovsky still lacked the secret of combining the two to impact the gods.
Suddenly, he frowned: "Berkovsky collected the power of emotions in St. Ivan Castle, no matter how hidden it is, it can't be hidden from everyone, I don't know it's normal, but it looks strange if no saint notices, does he have a special method?"
Thinking about it, he suddenly thought of a terrible conclusion, and with no more scruples, he turned around and opened another coffin.
In the creaking sound, the coffin lid hit, revealing the hollow interior, and Felix's divine body was gone!
One by one, the coffins were opened, and the divine bodies of Uriel and Alexei also disappeared!
Berkovsky is not the only one who has completed the state transformation!
"So only I don't know......" Clement laughed angrily, it turned out that he had already been excluded from the inner circle.
After packing up the Holy Spirit Room, his consciousness returned to St. Gono Cathedral and contacted Mardimos, the "Lord of Hell".
"Berkovsky and the other three saints used the divine body as a 'vessel' to complete the state transformation...... Where do they get their negativity and ancient devil mysteries? Viken would never leak it to them, and other legendary powerhouses who had mastered this secret would definitely want to control the numbers......" Maldimos pondered.
He once had such a plan, and at a critical moment, he would reveal this secret to Berkovsky and others to confuse the situation, but he had no intention of doing so after he successfully came.
Before Clement could guess, the "Lord of Hell" Maldimos suddenly laughed sarcastically: "I'm afraid it's the magic council, they only have negative emotions and the mysteries of the ancient devils, and the methods of stealing and using the power of faith that you need to master are just mutually beneficial, hum, Douglas, Lucian Evans, what else do you say about sticking to the arcane path......"
"What should I do now?" Clement pondered.
Maldimos laughed: "Spread the news, especially let Viken know."
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A few days later, the holy city of Reims.
Pope Benedict III looked at the information in front of him, his face was rare unhappy, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Lucian Evans ......"
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