Chapter 551: Funeral of the Bishop

"Speak as if you succeeded, pointy ears." The man named Buckman had a pair of hazy yellow eyes, and the most eye-catching thing about him was his bald head.

Yes, as expected, there is a black dragon tattooed on the bald head.

"Instead of complaining to each other here, we should work together to figure out how to communicate."

"Interesting term, 'crossing'," a shadow spirit that looked like a pirate captain looked at Buckman. There was no sign of irritation on his face. Instead, the bald crow squatting on his shoulder was extremely excited. He yelled noisily while scratching his feathers like a dog, "But you misjudged one thing, humans, all our efforts are gifts to gods. Whether we succeed or fail, they are all gifts." An insignificant part of it.”

"And you? Will your sullen and grumpy master really give you another chance?"

The other two shadow dancers lifted off their cloaks and showed the scars on their bodies to the alien. Yelena had been the best among them a long time ago, and even in this well-prepared operation, her counterattack was powerful enough, leaving deep marks on them.

The pain was enough to keep the Raven Queen from feeling angry - although it was far from satisfactory, at least they would not be punished.

That is a real god. As a righteous god, as a righteous god who can project power and grace in many universes, he does not need to worry carefully about joint strangulation from all parties, let alone "ascension to the gods". Therefore, although there are certain requirements for the dependents, these rules are undoubtedly much looser than those set by a lich.

What's more, as a subspecies of elves, shadow spirits are inherently different from humans on a time scale.

Bachman raised his hand with a gloomy expression and rubbed his bald head: "You... hum, in this case, why do you need to come to me to discuss cooperation again!"

"The gods have their own considerations, but as followers, we also have our own ways of showing piety," the one-eyed and severed-handed Dark Weaver comforted the crow on his shoulder and spoke slowly, "Yelena betrayed our group, take her back. This is our consideration and this is the basis of our cooperation.”

"I thought you had a more urgent need in this area, but now it seems to me that you don't seem to have any sincerity or the corresponding ability - it's really sad."

"How sad."

The two shadow dancers echoed in unison. Their faces seemed to be 89% similar, and they looked like twins - but their appearance was really unflattering.

"If that's all you can do, we'd better just let it go. Just like you said, why bother talking about cooperation anymore."

Although they said this, the three shadow spirits had no intention of getting up: obviously, in their eyes, this human being who had lived for several more centuries was the one who came, and it was he who should leave.

Buckman's face twitched as he looked at the three allies who had "cooperated happily" not long ago. He wanted to have an attack but endured it several times.

The other party's words were rude and vaguely condescending, but Buckman could do nothing about it - even if he tried his best, none of the three shadow spirits would survive.

Because behind the opponent is the mistress of the Staff of Destiny and Winter, and even if you don't consider this too ethereal backer, the solid shadow spirit clan is enough to convince him to exercise restraint.

These sub-species elves are not good people who repay kindness with evil. If he is quick for a while and his hands and feet are not clean enough, not to mention that he will not be stable for the rest of his life. I am afraid that he will not have any rest of his life in the future.

"...I admit that I made a lot of misjudgments during this operation," Buckman sighed, took two steps forward and sat next to the pale flame, "I met a Tiefling, the one who was The guy cursed by the devil is also a monk, and he can actually see through my power."

"As much as I hate to say it, the situation is beyond my control. This is something I never thought of before arriving in Green Marsh Town."

"At least it's not so shameful." The Dark Weaver looked at the other party quietly, as if whether Buckman stood up, retreated or sat down just now was not beyond his expectations. "Inadequate ability is just a simple tragedy. Here, It’s a real shame to basically put the blame on others.”

"So what are you going to do?"

"What about you? Are you going to give up?" Buckman did not answer immediately, but looked at several shadow spirits. "Your gods will not punish you, so you are going to retreat and regroup?"

"...No, I haven't failed to that point yet," Dark Weaver shook his head slightly, "And you and I have known each other for a long time, and we have an agreement. I will not give up so easily - provided you have Qualification for continued cooperation.”

"If your next plan is to repeat tonight's failure, then we will leave first."

"I'm not that incompetent," Buckman snorted. He subconsciously stretched his hand towards the bonfire, trying to get some warmth, but soon realized that this was just a useless effort, "I still have some church members, they will After sneaking in over the next few days, I will reach a certain consensus with them and let them help you and me."

"It sounds like I'm a fellow traveler with you, rather than a fellow 'religionist' who shares your faith."

"Everything will be destroyed, my friend. My master told me so," Buckman glanced at the shadow spirits, "Didn't your gods tell you this? In that case, what's the difference between so-called believers and friends?"

"We are different from you." "Yes, we are different."

The twin shadow spirits spoke one after another, with contempt in their tone, but soon closed their mouths and began to bandage each other's wounds silently. Only the Dark Weaver continued to stare at the other party: "Very good, then how long will it take you to contact them? How many people can you contact?"

"I don't know the exact number yet, because not all members of the Gray Ruins Dragon Society will listen to my command," Buckman said, "You should know my level, the 'Funeral Bishop', I can drive all those who are lower than me in the cult, but the scale of this operation is not small. As far as I know, there are four funeral bishops including me, and above us, there is a 'God's Side' who has not yet appeared."

"I can only say that I will try my best. After all, if I don't move fast enough, all the credit and favor will have nothing to do with me." (End of this chapter)