Chapter 772 The beginning of devouring the Black Church

In the black church

Claude stood in a brilliant office and looked at the man on the desk.

Malcolm Liverell.

Now the supreme leader of the Central Hall of the Black Holy See.

"I don't remember to summon you." Malkan crossed his hands in front of his mouth and looked at Claude.

If it was not a summons before, the marshal of the Black Holy See would have even more power than him to a certain extent.

It's just that they mainly target demons.

Now Claude is just an ordinary exorcist, and his status is naturally not that noble.

"I want to see you." Claude sat directly on the sofa next to him and crossed his legs.

This gesture made Malcolm frown.

"You are no longer a marshal, put away your former arrogance."

In the past, the other party was the marshal, so naturally he could do whatever he wanted.

Things are different now.

"Of course I know." Claude said softly.

"I'm here to make a deal with you."

Malkan's eyes fell into deep thought for a moment. He knew what deal Claude wanted to make.

"You won't die. It doesn't matter whether you make the deal or not."

"And this kind of thing is inevitable."

The reason for everything was the dark power in Claude, which allowed her to escape the crime smoothly.

But that doesn't mean there's nothing going on.

No one mentioned it during the trial, which means this kind of thing cannot be brought to light.

What we need to do is to study the power in Claude.

After going to the headquarters, Claude will become a test subject for a period of time until everyone understands the power of Claude.

It's not certain to what extent.

The laboratory of the Black Holy See is the darkest place in the entire Black Holy See.

Those people don't care about the life and death of the test subjects.

In order to fight those demons, the Black Church is always looking for more power.

Holiness itself is hard to find, but finding saints who resonate with it is even harder.

"I need a time limit." Claude naturally knew this kind of thing, and she couldn't escape it.

Then limit the time.

Malcolm frowned. He could indeed decide this matter, but what if he couldn't research anything if he didn't have enough research time.

He said in a deep voice.

"All your sacrifices are for the victory of mankind."

"Stop using such hypocritical words." Claude did not accept this trick and said coldly.

"Don't you see what I want to trade with you?"

Malkan looked at Claude up and down, and what he could think of was naturally the secret information Claude had obtained from the marshals.

But it doesn't look like that's the case.

"What do you want to trade with me?" Malcolm asked directly.

Claude raised his hand, black flames burning in his hand.

"Of course it's this power, I can let you have it too."

Malcolm looked at Claude with wide eyes, and finally narrowed his eyes and asked cautiously: "Is it dangerous? Or what are the side effects?"

Gaining power seems simple. The Black Vatican has been studying it for such a long time, and naturally it has gained a lot.

But to gain power, there must be sacrifices, even severe side effects.

They, those in high positions, naturally want to have power, but holiness cannot resonate with them, and other transformations are too dangerous.

The natural choice is to give up.

"There's no danger. I haven't noticed any side effects." Claude shook his head.

If Shinron had any shortcomings, it would be his inability to face Uchiha Jin.

The opponent can directly take back the power.

Malkan looked at Claude carefully, trying to see something strange on her face.

But no matter how you look at it, it's just a cold, beautiful face.

So whether to believe this woman or not, Malkan was lost in thought.

Theoretically, the other party had no reason to harm him.

And although the other party hates these politicians, he has never taken action against them. If he changes to other marshals, except for the oldest one, he will have to think carefully about everyone else.

"How are you going to give me this power?" Malcolm was finally moved. With such a power comparable to that of a god, it was naturally impossible for him not to be moved at all.

"It's very simple." Claude stretched out his hand, and the flame gradually turned into a flower in his hand. As the black flower unfolded, a black seed was revealed inside.

"Just accept it. There will be no pain and no transformation. But to what extent you can achieve it still depends on yourself."

Claude said coldly.

She had just condensed this seed a few days ago.

If you want to annex the entire Black Church, just dragging this supreme leader over will be like tearing a hole in the Black Church completely.

"And I only have this one. If I want to condense a new one, I don't know when."

Claude spoke out and rejected the other party's idea of ​​finding someone to experiment with first.

"Is this thing difficult to get out?" Malcolm asked in a deep voice.

Naturally, he had to be more cautious when accepting something of unknown origin.

"To condense one, it will take a lot of my strength. I need to re-exercise these powers to condense them." Claude explained.

What she said was true.

It is not easy to condense a dark seed, mainly because the upper limit of dark power is too high.

"How did you get this power?" Malkan asked, staring at Claude's face.

This was his last question, as long as it was not related to Noah.

If Claude hesitated a little, he would give up directly.

"I stole it from the Church of Light." Claude said expressionlessly.

"This is the power used by the Church of Light."

"The Church of Light?" Malkan muttered to himself.

The force that had an unexpected saint, and also destroyed Claude's holiness, causing him to fall from the position of marshal.

"Okay, one year, give it to me." Malkan made a choice.

Claude frowned: "Impossible, three days, I can only give you three days."

The one year given by the other party is no different from not giving it.

She will be studied for a whole year, and she can't even guarantee that she will remain sane.

"Three days is too little time, and nothing can be studied at all." Malkan refused flatly.

"If you accept this power, you can also be studied." Claude said coldly.

"And if you need to research, you can do it after you separate the seeds."

This made Malkan speechless.

Although he could not be the subject of the experiment, he could not refute Claude's words.

Looking at the seeds in the other's hand, he gritted his teeth.

"One month."

"Just three days, no discussion." Claude was not here to bargain.

"This power depends entirely on the person. If the qualifications are not good, it will take time to grow."

Claude's words were like the last straw.

Malkan lowered his head helplessly.

"Okay, three days is three days."

Claude curled his lips in disdain. This guy didn't treat them, the exorcists, as human beings at all.

She just didn't want to be driven crazy by those experimental personnel.

It was completely an act of self-rescue.

This man was still reluctant in every way. He really deserved to go to hell.

So she didn't like these people.

Each one was even more cruel than those Noahs.

Claude threw the dark seed in his hand to Malkan, who reached out to catch it. The dark seed fell on his hand and quickly began to merge with his body.

"No more?" Malkan looked at his hands with a puzzled look.

"It has already merged into your body. The rest depends on how you develop it."

Claude said, and walked out of the office with a cat step.

This dark power is even more magical than holiness. What it wants to become depends entirely on how the user uses it.

"I wonder if Kuros really went to the Church of Light now."

He closed the door of the office heavily.

Claude sighed helplessly.

I can only wish him good luck.

Uchiha Jin is not such an easy person to deal with.

"This is the Church of Light."

As Claude thought, Kuros has arrived at the city where the Church of Light is located.

Looking at the gate of the Church of Light, people kept coming in and out.

He stepped in directly.

As he walked, he attracted the attention of many mature women.

No matter where Kuros goes, he can always attract the attention of women.

He walked through a long corridor from the door, and people on both sides cast their eyes around him from time to time.

However, he only glanced at these people.

There were many civilians wearing ordinary clothes, and most of them looked like ordinary people.

The second most were the people of the Church of Light wearing white clothes.

He could not feel any danger from these people.

But he felt that things were not that simple.

These people kept looking at him, and it was definitely not because he was too outstanding, but they looked at him completely as an enemy.

Kuros touched his chin, he didn't understand what was going on.

Soon he stopped, because a beautiful figure was walking quickly from a distance in front of him.

Kuros' eyes lit up, and a rose appeared in his hand.

"Madam, I wonder if I can know your name." Angelia, who had hurried over because she thought she heard that there was an enemy, looked at the handsome man in front of her and her pretty face blushed.

But suddenly she realized something and shook her head hurriedly, throwing the idea out of her head.

She looked at the man in front of her with a sneer on her face.

Especially the priest's clothes of the Black Church on the other party.

"Are you here to provoke me?"

Kuros looked down at his clothes and suddenly realized something. He reached out and held Angelia's hand.

"I'm so sorry, beautiful lady. It was my negligence. I just came here to visit the Pope of your church today. I was in a hurry and forgot to change clothes."

"And I'm not here on behalf of the Black Church, only on my own behalf."

Angelia blushed.

His reason must be right.