C7 Gucci

In the history of Holy Church which had existed for more than a thousand years, there was only one Pope who was recognized as the strongest in history.

His name was Johann Samolas, the third pope.

This was the name that shocked the world thousands of years ago, during the period of religious pioneering.

The legend of a country being empathized by one person.

However, very few people knew that the legendary Pope's life wasn't as bright and smooth as the one the bard sings.

When he was a boy, he had for some reason toured the wilderness with his mentor for seven years.

After returning to the local church and going through the test, he had unexpectedly fallen head first into the ancient records, and had then silently studied it for seven years. There was nothing wrong or extraordinary to report. At that time, the High Priest who was in charge of inspecting the aptitudes of the people in the Church thought that this unknown man who was about to enter his middle years had no future.

He was either a low-ranked priest or a scholar who was supporting the Church.

Unexpectedly, after seven years of research, he applied for a tour of the outpost, where he was a missionary. Seven years, seven years, and there was no news of Hopman, no longer young, as soon as he entered the Western Wilderness.

At that time, everyone secretly guessed that this man, who had nothing to do with anything, had already returned to the Holy Light alone in the wilderness. Everyone sighed for a while before accepting this reality.

But unexpectedly, seven years later, he returned. He also brought back the news that the Holy See would add three western parishes.

Following the filing of the official documents by the unfamiliar royal family and emissaries behind Hopeman, the skeptical crowd went crazy. The establishment of the regional church, the selection of the bishop, the promotion of the cardinal, everything was progressing at a rapid pace.

However, when the people in charge of the Church crossed the Western Wilderness and arrived at a strange and vast country, they realized that Hopman had made an extraordinary achievement …

Decades later, the Holy See moved to the western capital. Hopman became the new pope overseeing the west, and overnight, the Church of Light became the largest religion in the north, and no one dared to stand in its way.

Many years later, Hopman left the peak of the papal power and applied again for a tour. "The teachings of my mentor have bestowed upon me everything that I see. To inherit the will of my mentor is my only goal." He left the Holy See after a few words. At that time, with the power he had, there was no one who could threaten or keep him.

According to the legends, Hopman never returned to the Church. Although there were many rumours among the people, none of them could confirm where he had gone to.

That seemed to be the end of the story.

However, because of the two sentences he left behind, the story came to an end.

Everyone suddenly turned their attention to Hopman's tour guide, Gucci, who had returned to the Holy Light long ago. However, very soon, many people discovered that Patrolling Priest's record in the Church was not only ordinary, it was also very short. It was actually just a few words?

"The ambition of life is to spread the glory of the Lord. His ability is medium, his casting speed is fast, he knows martial arts, his personal strength is strong, and he doesn't have access to high level divine arts." After forty years of wandering and preaching, his achievements were average and slightly low. "When he was preaching in the southwest marsh, he was seriously ill, and he was sixty-two years old."

Looking at his resume, other than knowing that his martial arts ability was weak, he didn't know anything else.

Normally, with such a record as this, no one would want to take a second look. However, the influence of the previous Pope was just too great.

One by one, scholars began to inquire about the situation, and in less than ten years, a survey report that was still 100 pages thick was published.

After a more rigorous arrangement, Gucci's special area gradually appeared in front of people.

First of all, his casting speed was extremely fast and his power was exceptionally high.

Moreover, his physical body was extremely powerful, so the problems he encountered during the missionary training were mostly solved through punches and kicks.

Although he tried for years but was completely unable to use the high-grade inventions.

In the end, according to the rumors, he was very powerful. He was extremely powerful, ridiculously powerful.

During these forty years of patrolling, many vague evidence indicated that he had beaten up at least ten Super Devil Beast, and only then, was he able to create a safe patrolling path.

Although the kill record was very low, it wasn't because they couldn't kill it. They just didn't want to kill it.

The upper echelons researched for a long time, but could not find any reason why such a person could teach a Pope. Was it just because he was strong? Of course, this conclusion was a bit too casual. Thus, the unfathomable Scholar of the Holy See gave him the title of Legend Priest. Although his original intention was to become a priest who could not be understood, he gradually let people know of the existence of such a person.

However, after his fame had increased, unexpected problems arose. Rumors began to spread, and many claimed to have received his help. Many towns were also known as the homelands of the legendary priests, and the history of the countryside appeared in one book at a bookstall in the city.

Very soon, the legend gradually lost its image in the unstoppable rumors. Everything could only be found in ancient books …

Wyer sighed with emotion, but his eyes remained calm. He slowly pulled out a stack of parchment paper and passed it to Riester, "This is the original research report of the Church. Previously, it was locked in the storage room. He casually borrowed it to use as a reference. "Now, you can take it and have a look."

Riester, who took the parchment paper in a daze, was in no mood to discuss the difference between taking the sheep by the hand and borrowing a book with his mentor, because! The feeling this story gave him was … Too similar, too similar! Powerful physical strength, low-ranked clergyman title, ridiculously strong. There really wasn't much of a difference between this legendary priest and the teacher beside him. From the looks of it, the stack of parchment paper in his hand was not only used as' reference materials' … A teacher was simply, simply...

Wyer waited for a long time, but Riester was staring at him blankly with a piece of parchment in his hand. He had no intention of flipping through the parchment. After waiting for a few more minutes, he impatiently took back the reference materials and said with a frown, "You don't want to read the information and cultivate directly, right?

Riester was still in a daze.

"... Very well, let's begin. " With a face that revealed neither joy nor anger, Wyer kicked Riester away the moment he finished his sentence.

Riester, who was spinning in the air, woke up due to the pain. He was still thinking about why his teacher kicked him away, then smashed the right side of his body onto the ground. In recent months, Riester, who had a lot of experience with injuries, immediately judged that his right shoulder had been dislocated, and that his knee and skin had suffered some degree of trauma.

Just when Riester was about to sit up with his left hand against the ground, the instructor's voice came from afar...

"Immediately construct a Saint Force circuit in your body, the shorter the better. If the teacher-in-charge walked to his side and the treatment had not started … "Then I'll have to trouble you to fly again."

Hearing this happy ending that he hadn't heard in a long time, Riester was truly … Not at all.

Putting aside his distracting thoughts, Riester tried his best to concentrate.

The shortest circuit, the shortest circuit, preferably one that was already present in the body … Blood vessels, too long. Bones, too messy. Brain circumference, too dangerous... Heart, too. Eh? Got it!

Riester suddenly realized that the Saint Force Loop had always existed within his body.

From the heart to the eye, back to the golden circle of the heart.

Not only was it short, it didn't even need construction. He just needed to borrow a path. From the feel of Riester's tiny Saint Force running in the golden passageway, it was like a broken boat rowing along a river that was hundreds of meters wide. Not only was there no obstruction, the speed of the flow of water was also much faster. The Saint Force operated round after round, and its speed seemed to be increasing.

Riester, who was still chanting with his eyes closed, did not realize that the wounds around his body had all healed. His dislocated right shoulder also gradually moved back to its original position under the waves of silver light.

At this point, all he had to do was put his dislocated shoulder back in place and the treatment would end soon. However, Riester, who had his eyes closed, felt that his right shoulder was still in pain and the footsteps of his imaginary mentor was getting closer. His heart was in panic. He could only think of a way to recite it faster and faster, and the movement of the Saint Force in his body also accelerated.

Of course, Riester, who had his eyes closed, couldn't possibly realize that the instructor was already squatting beside him, observing him with great interest.

Looking at the continuous flashes of silver light, Wyer calculated the number of times as he pondered... This kid is pretty smart. I didn't even say he knew what I was going to teach him. However, the number of times he did it was still quite exaggerated. It had nearly been 50 times … Interesting, but a little too slow.

Suddenly, Riester felt a tightening sensation on his right shoulder. Following that, a great pain accompanied by a cracking sound immediately followed, causing his shoulder to stop hurting.

"Is everything alright?" Riester, who was still confused, slowly opened his eyes while rubbing his arm, immediately saw the bright smile that bloomed on the instructor's face. He couldn't help but tremble.

"Maybe I should teach you how to connect the bones before teaching you the incantations." After hearing the instructor say that, he immediately stretched out his hand as if he wanted to use him as a textbook. Riester was so scared that he hurriedly said, "No need, I've learned this before, I just forgot about it."

Riester didn't lie about that. Previously, due to the low level of Saint Force, his adoptive father relied heavily on medicinal herbs to treat him. The problem of a twisted fracture could only be solved through physical treatment. Although Riester was just helping on the side at that time, he knew the principle behind it. However, Riester wasn't as brave as he was now.

"Then another day." The instructor did not seem to want to give up.

Riester did not nod, but he did not dare to shake his head and kept his mouth shut.

The silence lasted for two seconds. You did well just now, unleashing the Bright Therapy about 51 times in 30 seconds. It was good for the first try. But I have to say, most of it was wasted. " Wyer thought darkly as he casually gave pointers filled with the demeanor of a mentor.

It's really outstanding. It's only fifty times faster than my first time …" How unpleasant. But Wyer immediately changed his mind, with his weak Saint Force, he could release it more than 50 times? It really isn't normal. I'll need to study it later. Ha ha-ha ha, ha ha-ha ha!

Riester, who was waiting blankly for an answer, looked at his teacher's trembling and trembling face. Although he didn't know why, he felt that something was wrong.

Looking at the disciple in front of him who had an ignorant face, Wyer let out a breath, found a good rock and sat down. He lightly pointed his index finger and said, "It's alright. "It's normal that I don't understand, because I haven't explained the effects of the divine arts to you yet."

"First of all, under special conditions the effect of the invention can continue to increase." Wyer raised his index finger and pointed at his chest.

"According to my personal experiments, when I was in the third meridian, my heart beat could only be counted as three times. Although it varied from person to person … However, it only lasted about two seconds. The effects of the divine arts could be accumulated.

"As for when you continue to release more than three meridians, most of them will only have a weak effect of not accumulating more. So, as you just said. The effective release was about one or seven times, but the rest was only to slow the pain. However, the effect could not be felt after he added it up less than twice. "To be more precise, we can talk about the opposite party …"

Wyer, who was talking casually, did not notice Riester's shining eyes.

Of course, secretly complimenting his teacher, not only was Riester knowledgeable, but he also had a lot of experiment experience, so he didn't know how much pain Riester had to put his senior brother in for listening to these ordinary experiments.

"... Right now, what we need to do is first increase your speed and then increase your strength. " The instructor waved his hand and came to a conclusion.

Upon hearing the conclusion, Riester immediately thought of the godly support skill that his instructor had given him. It was so strong that it could only be described as outrageous …

He quickly raised his hand. "Instructor, how many times can you add in two seconds?"

Wyer looked at the disciple in front of him whose eyes were glowing with anticipation... It was hard to answer, three times.

Even though Wyer had built seven semi-permanent spiritual energy channels in his body, which resulted in him only being able to cast the Divine Arts three times every two seconds on the surface. However, the truth was that it could only reach a maximum of 21 times. Furthermore, it would take almost no effort just to add them up seven times...

After some consideration, Wyer decided to be vain, "Twenty-eight times at most. It's not impossible to add it up more times, it's just that it will take time to hone it..." Give me another three to five years and I'll definitely reach that level four times.

Riester was shocked. He had this strange Saint Force channel. Even though he was running the Saint Force at a speed that he could not control, he only had a little more than seven … Or it could be said that there was no accumulation.

But a teacher can add up to 28 times? This was too awesome! Riester felt that the young instructor in front of him had never been so tall before. Perhaps there was a reason behind the previous silent training. It should be …

"Then what should I do, Instructor?" Riester stood up and patted his knee. The injury he had just received no longer hurt.

Seeing Riester's actions, Wyer smiled strangely, "Then, let's start with injury!"

A sturdy short figure flew through the forest once again. That perfect parabola and long series of screams were very familiar to people.