Simon actually had long expected the possibility that the Dead-Dragon High Priest might directly attack the formation.

He made a special trip to let Tisara lurk on the side, and sent all the guards away, and even arranged soundproofing magic in the room, waiting for the other party to take the bait.

These arrangements are all preparations to seize the other party's power to "dead words".

Although Tisara was not interested in the power of speaking, Simon still pulled the other party.

But things ended up like this.

Simon looked at the witch believer who knelt on one knee in the room and paid respect to him without changing his face.

The role of the Dead Word High Priest who was temporarily interpreted based on his previous experience in contact with the Witch Cultist... It seems that he has passed the test.

Of course, the most critical estimate is that it symbolizes the power of the Death Word High Priest.

Only if the power that the high priest can control is freely used by Simon, then he must be the Dead High Priest.

Thanks to the witch believer's idea of ​​being foolish and loyal, Simon was able to get through the straits smoothly.

In fact, the power of deceased speech is not only to manipulate dead bodies, it can also solidify and harden into attack methods similar to the "wide blade".

However, after hardening, the originally invisible power of speech will become visible to the naked eye.

Moreover, this power cannot be used openly and properly.

If others knew that his commander had the power of the witch's high priest...that would be a big deal.

Therefore, the power of devotion can only be used as a guaranteed means, and it cannot be seen by outsiders...

Just as Simon was thinking, a respectful question suddenly sounded next to him:

"Master High Priest...I don't know what we should do next?"

Simon subconsciously raised his head and saw a man whose robe was different from other believers kneeling in front of him and lowered his head to ask.

Simon's eyes flashed, and after a little thought, he came to the conclusion.

It seems that this person should be the confidant of the Deadly Word Priest.

Just don't know the name...

Simon pondered, his face changed—

“Unclean, how unclean!”

Simon spread his hands and looked at the person in front of him fiercely: "You should not ask me this kind of question! You should ask Lord Witch!"

He directly reached out and pinched the other person's confused face.

Then he whispered to not only this believer, but also to all other witch believers:

"Give you one last chance to chant the witch's mantra! Beg for forgiveness from Lord Witch."

The ‘Witch Mantra’ is actually the dogma of the old witch religion and also a prayer ceremony for the witch believers. It is necessary to mix and read the true name of the witch believers.

This is also a ritual that tests the faith of witch believers. It is said that all witch believers who cannot read and recite the witch's mantras in full have been dealt with.

Feeling the crazy anger that was pounding in the eyes of his high priest.

The confidants and many witch cultists hurriedly lowered their heads in fear, and recited their real names and witch mantras one after another.

It turned out that the confidant of the Dead High Priest was Garfield.

Simon glanced at Garfield, who was singing in a low voice, and knew a little in his heart.

Amid the sound of reciting the witch's mantra, the reciting of the witch's mantra soon ended.

Simon showed a look of satisfaction:

"Very good, Lord Witch will probably be very happy to hear such a pious voice of prayer."

Listening to the high priest's praise of "Dead Word", the witch believers below were excited. Several believers even kept hitting the wall with their heads, and their heads were bleeding and shouting in their mouths, "My Witch, please give me more blessings."

If Tisara were still here, she would probably be disgusted to death.

Fortunately, most of the witch priestess' personalities are moody, and they still don't seem to find something wrong.

Simon ignored these fanatical believers, turned his eyes to Garfield:

"Garfield, I just saw you, it seemed that you had some thoughts. Now that the ritual of the Witch Mantra has ended, you don't have to restrain yourself and say your thoughts."

"Yes!" Garfield tightened his whole body and said in a tone of great honor:

"My idea is very simple. Since the High Priest has mastered the body of Simon the blasphemer, we should make full use of this identity."

"By this identity, we can easily turn the entire Gray Moon Fortress into a sea of ​​corpses and blood, and make this unclean city ignite wolf smoke."

A bloody smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and flatteredly offered Simon the plan to destroy the Gray Moon Fortress.

“…” Simon.

Simon couldn't help but take a look at Raphael.

Should I be worthy of being a confidant of the High Priest of Death? What I said was exactly the same as the High Priest of Death.

Unfortunately, what the other party didn't know was that Simon, the blasphemer they hated, was sitting in front of him.

But you have to do a full set of acting.

In order for his gray moon to no longer be harassed by these annoying witch believers, Simon will continue to play the role of Erwuzai.

Simon breathed in his heart, but shook his head with dissatisfaction on the surface:

"This method doesn't work."

"No? Isn't the plan to burn the Gray Moon Fortress a fire?"

Garfield looked incredible.

"You only see things on one level, but ignore things on the other level, Garfield."

"But I still think it's better to burn a torch, Ash Moon Fortress..."

Garfield was indomitable.

Burn and burn! You only know how to burn! After this matter is resolved, I will tie you to the gallows and burn them as firewood.

Simon cursed in his heart, but on the surface he still wanted to maintain his image of cruelty and tyranny.

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he suggested in a stern tone:

"Garfield, don't always think about destruction. In my opinion, let the people of this Gray Moon Fortress listen to the gospel of the Witch and make them all our faithful believers. This is the most cost-effective."

"But instead of letting those foolish guys share their faith, it shouldn't be better if a torch burns the Ash Moon..."

Garfield opened his mouth.

"Hmm?" Simon interrupted his words and stared at him with a smile.

Well--

Garfield tucked in and lowered his head.

"All follow the orders of the high priest."

Seeing that he finally put away the idea of ​​burning the Ashes Moon Fortress, Simon nodded with satisfaction.

Fortunately, this person did not continue to stick to his own opinions.

Otherwise Simon would have really thrown him out and burned him as firewood.

"Then let's declare to the witch believers of the other four major branches, just say that the form of gray moon has been controlled so that they don't have to disperse their people to come to gray moon, so as not to be injured by accident."

"Yes, I get it." Garfield replied with his head down.

"Since you have understood, then you all go and act directly. Because I still need to borrow the identity of 'Simon', so you must also be careful not to hurt the leaders of the Gray Moon Fortress."

Simon waved his hand, his voice dull.

He originally thought that this would allow these witch believers to be sent away.

As a result, Garfield raised his head and spoke hesitantly:

"...But, but... Lord Dee Yu, what should I do if that important thing is done?"

Um?

That thing?

That very important thing?

How could I know that?

Aren’t you my confidant? Can you hide half of your words?!

For a moment, Simon felt a breath of depression in his throat.
Chapter completed!