Chapter 63 God's Pigeon

Roy walked quickly into the alchemy room, his right hand hanging naturally, holding a glass bottle filled with dark blue nearly black liquid, and asked:

"Blue? Blue from the Tingen Punisher Squad?"

"The storm is with you! I am Blue." Old Blue hit his left chest with his right fist and saluted.

Roy sat on the chair opposite Old Blue and threw the bottle casually. A gust of wind blew, carrying the potion towards Old Blue, and a voice came:

"This is the potion you requested. Um, drink it."

"Ah?" Old Blue was a little stunned. He put down his right fist and involuntarily caught the glass bottle that looked extraordinary at first glance. He asked:

"Sir, don't I need to be examined? I mean, don't you ask anything before drinking the potion?"

——At least one sentence, drink it, this is fate. Then I asked, then, what is the price... Ha.

Roy Wellington smiled. "Inspection? There is no problem with your qualifications... Since you applied for the promotion yourself, you have to take responsibility for drinking the potion... Well, even if you lose control, I can execute you, don't worry. I forgot to introduce myself, the Deacon of the Substitute Punisher Sequence, Roy, Sequence 6 'Wind Blesser'."

Damn... Old Blue was a little shocked. The style of the Storm pigeons is not the same as that of the Night... Klein was promoted to "Joker", and a senior deacon, one of the three giants of the Red Gloves, came and said that he could save him if there was any problem. But when he came to us, he was directly executed? Damn it, no wonder fewer and fewer people believed in the Storm...

Although Klein has a method of acting... it requires swearing an oath on a holy object...

Roy is a little dissatisfied with my attitude... Why? Wait, what I got... is the "Navigator" potion, which means it was prepared in advance...

Did they think I would come yesterday... and prepare the potion yesterday? Damn, you guys, grumpy old pigeons...

No wonder Roy was hiding his anger. Hey, the old pigeon was left behind, so it had to coo a few times, right?

After thinking everything through, Old Bruce's nervousness and discomfort disappeared. He felt it was a bit absurd, but also seemed natural.

Even the places where gods watch over them become more humane with the choices and interference of humans. Ignoring the gods who are high above us, they are just another social circle...

No, God, he just drank the potion... Pah! Nonsense! Storm above!

Oh, I am too ignorant. I was so nervous outside the church... It seems that those who are in the church circle have no reverence for the gods above their heads... Unlike me, I am a true believer. I can't help but tremble just by seeing the church of the Lord... Oh, Storm, please give me the title of a favored one...

Old Blue sat down with a relaxed expression, raised the glass bottle of the "Navigator" potion in front of his eyes, and shook it slightly. The dark blue and black liquid inside was like a miniature sea surface, creating "huge waves".

He pulled out the cork and smiled at the old pigeon in front of him without explaining because it was useless.

He drank the dark blue, almost black liquid in one gulp, using the same energy he had when he was young to fill his stomach with alcohol.

The somewhat cold potion with a strong fishy smell slid down his throat and entered his stomach, dispersing into countless bubbles, which transformed old Blue's body amid a wave of splashing sounds.

Old Blue couldn't help but think, "Ghost shark blood. There seems to be this in the Navigator's potion... Ghost shark, what kind of shark is that? Hmm... Eating shark fins shouldn't be a problem in this world, right? Ugh, this potion is really hard to drink..."

Boom! With a thunderous heartbeat, Old Blue's muscles swelled, fully supporting his slightly loose formal suit. A layer of darker illusory scales appeared, making Old Blue's figure so hideous and terrifying. A huge stream of information suddenly poured into his mind, which was so similar to when he was instilled with Old Blue's memory fragments...

So that’s how it is… Old Blue had an epiphany. Beyonder characteristics all had the same origin, but they were divided into thousands of different types and possessed and digested by various creatures throughout their lives. The instincts and abilities of these creatures were also integrated into Beyonder characteristics… This was both contamination and accumulated Beyonder experience…

However, the Beyonder Characteristics contain limited information, and the Chaos Puddle can do more...

No, "Chaos Puddle", I didn't call you, go back, don't come out here... Be good, much better than Ah Fu...

Old Blue quickly adapted to the swelling sensation in his brain and opened his eyes, revealing a deeper blue pupil. There seemed to be an endless ocean hidden in them, as if it could drown everything...

Roy Wellington was a little surprised. The power of the old man in front of him was... a little too strong... He unconsciously bulged his muscles and phantom scales appeared. At the same time, a strong wind blew from somewhere, forming a series of wind blades, ready to be launched.

When he reacted, Old Blue had already returned to normal, restraining all his abnormalities. Even his deep blue eyes had become calm... And this old man was still sitting there quietly, with no fluctuations in his expression. His white hair, short beard, and wrinkles... His blue eyes quietly looked at himself who stood up from the chair and was fully prepared for battle...

A feeling of shame and embarrassment quietly rose in Roy's heart. He dispersed the wind blade, restrained his muscles, and quickly spoke:

"Yes, you have mastered the power of the "Raging People" very well. The "Navigator" potion did not cause much burden to you. What I used just now was the muscle strength, phantom scales, and some water magic that the Navigator has improved... It was to demonstrate to you..."

Old Blue was delighted. As expected, all the old pigeons had a talent for comedy and were comedians...

With a pious look on his face, he pounded his left chest with his right fist:

"Yes, Deacon Roy, I didn't see any hallucinations or hear any mumbling. I am in good condition... This is all thanks to the Lord's blessing. Praise the Lord! Storm is above!"

"Storm above!" Roy returned the salute. He could no longer act condescendingly and deliberately not return the salute like he did when he first arrived. Failure to be promoted is one thing, success is another.

"Come with me. Since there is no problem with your promotion, you are qualified to participate in what comes next..."

Hmm? What's going on? What about the censorship? What about the censorship mentioned in the telegram?

Old Blue was a little confused. Carrying a plain black cane and an old suitcase, he followed Roy through the long corridor to the clergy's quarters at the back of the church, where he was given a simply furnished room.

Roy stood at the door, took out a gold pocket watch from his watch chain, took a look at it and said:
"It is now 1:30 p.m. Remember, at p.m. in the main hall of the church, His Excellency the Singer of God will summon you. No one is allowed to be absent or late."

Quickly putting down the suitcase, Old Blue saluted as if by reflex, and shouted, "The storm is with you!"

Then he asked enthusiastically, "Is that the archbishop, the cardinal, the famous 'God's Dove'? What an honor! I actually have the opportunity to meet this person..."

Roy adjusted his captain's hat, his eyes twitching a little, and corrected: "It's 'Singer of God', pay attention to the pronunciation..."

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