Chapter 201: The Terror After the Divine Body Upgrade

Entering the dream, Silas sat on the throne, a hint of struggle and conflict in his eyes.

He wanted to engage in high-intensity thinking through his divine body, but he felt a faint fear in his heart.

Ever since the warship evolved into a graveyard last time, Silas's mastery and ability to use this body had deepened considerably.

The most obvious of these was this powerful analytical ability.

Previously, the analytical ability required a large number of relevant clues to conduct coherent and precise deductions.

Its nature was far from reaching the level of a deity; it could only be said to be that of a very, very intelligent person.

But this time was different. Silas could clearly feel that the thinking he was coming into contact with had become much more advanced.

This advancement was like a sudden transformation from animal thinking to human thinking, a qualitative change.

But regarding this kind of thinking, Silas didn't feel happy; instead, he felt somewhat terrified.

Because this kind of thinking had completely detached from the human form and entered a level that humans could not comprehend.

For example, in Silas's current state, when he thought of people, the attention in his mind was no longer on human appearance and form, personality and laughter, but on muscles, skin, bones, cells, and spirit.

It was like a butcher sizing up a slaughtered animal.

And afterward, the thought Silas produced was actually: "This kind of lowly creature actually evolved its own language; a bit interesting. I should dissect their brains and throats when I have time."

This kind of thinking, this focus, instantly sent a cold sweat down Silas's spine.

"The previous way of thinking had already begun to affect my thinking in reality. Now, this influence is even greater. Once my mentality truly shifts, then my entire spirit can be said to have completely detached from the human form."

Thinking of this, Silas abruptly opened his eyes and woke up, sitting up and panting heavily.

"I'm not married yet, haven't had children, still a virgin. I don't want to be unable to see the beauty of the world in the future, unable to see beautiful women," Silas muttered to himself with a troubled expression.

"That kind of thinking just now was too stimulating. If I see women in the future and my attention is on muscle structure, soul state, and bone density, how can I get aroused!" Silas's heart was filled with horror.

"No, I absolutely cannot use this body casually now. Unless it's a life-or-death situation, I absolutely cannot use it casually!" Silas made a solemn decision.

Then, after casting a Mantra of Serenity on himself, Silas turned over and lay on the bed, his mouth somewhat bitter. "This upgrade, it's upgraded into a problem. Now, my previous cheat has been upgraded away just like that."

"Can I downgrade, or restore factory settings or something?" Turning over and hugging his pillow, Silas looked aggrieved.

Unknowingly, Silas peacefully fell asleep. This time, he did not enter a dream but slept soundly with his human consciousness.

When Silas woke up again, the first thing he felt was the warm sunlight shining in through the window on his left, right onto his face, warm and giving a comfortable sense of peace.

However, Silas hadn't yet experienced this peace before he was interrupted by a rapid knocking on the door.

"Who is it!" Silas got up, put on his bathrobe, and went to open the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Elaina asking with a cold face, "How was your rest, Bishop Sotos!!"

Hearing the emphasis on the word "Bishop," Silas knew she was very dissatisfied with his concealment.

So, Silas's eyes darted, and he said, "This outfit really suits you, beautiful Elaina."

Today, Elaina was wearing the formal attire of a Chief of Staff.

Underneath, she wore a neat and clean white shirt, and over the shirt, a grey, tight-fitting long robe.

The style of the long robe was a modified version of a mage's robe. The upper body was close-fitting and snug, the collar just revealing the collar of the white shirt. There were two rows of buttons on the chest, along with intricate patterns, looking very formal and dignified.

The lower part of the robe was somewhat like a trench coat, half-open at the front, and extending down to her shoes at the back.

Under the robe were neutral-colored long trousers, and on her feet were black, round-toed flat leather shoes.

This attire was much better looking than before. If before she was a worldly and fiery female mercenary, then the current Elaina had transformed into a dignified and mature career woman.

No woman could resist praise. Elaina snorted and said, "Hurry up and get ready; Her Majesty is calling for you."

"Did something happen?" Silas asked curiously.

Elaina's face became solemn, and she said seriously, "A small-scale plague has broken out in the capital city. All the people infected with the plague have turned into werewolves."

Hearing this, Silas's heart jumped. He immediately turned around. "Give me half an hour."

Silas prepared very quickly. Half an hour later, the two had already arrived at Vanas's study.

At this moment, the spacious study was filled with many people, including politicians in suits and soldiers in military uniforms.

Behind the desk, Vanas, wearing a solemn and dignified black dress, sat in her chair, seemingly deep in thought.

Silas's eyes scanned around and immediately spotted the old witcher, Mir, sitting generously on the sofa.

At this moment, his expression was peaceful and leisurely, as he savored the coffee in his hand.

"Your Majesty, what is going on!?" When Silas entered, everyone's gaze locked onto him.

The first to speak was a golden-haired military officer, around thirty years old.

This officer bore a forty percent resemblance to that guard, Jimmy, but was older.

He wore a pitch-black military uniform, his face full of vigilance.

"Your Majesty, I heard he is from the Holy Blood Church. Our Kingdom of Guinness has always been very unfriendly with the Holy Blood Church, and the Holy Blood Church has coveted our country for a long time. He is very likely a spy sent to interfere with our efforts to quell the rebellion!"

Another small, thin, balding middle-aged man, around fifty years old, said sharply.

These words immediately resonated with everyone. There were a total of seven ministers in the room, and all of them spoke out, expressing their suspicion of Silas.

Vanas suddenly said at this moment, "Quiet!"

In an instant, everyone's words came to an abrupt halt, and they looked at Vanas calmly.

Vanas said calmly, "My dear ministers, please don't misunderstand. Bishop Sotos was called over not to attend a meeting with us, but because Master Mir is looking for him."

Upon hearing that Mir was looking for Silas, these people immediately relaxed, and then a hint of schadenfreude appeared on their faces.

They all knew that Mir was a terrifying monster. None of the people he had called over had ever had a good end.

Mir then stood up, walked in front of Silas, and said, "Let's go. I heard you want to express the Church's sincerity. That's very simple. From now on, you are under my command."

Silas did not refuse. After giving a standard salute to Vanas, he turned and followed Mir out.

The main door closed, and Silas quietly followed behind Mir.

"Regarding this werewolf matter, what will you do?" Mir suddenly asked.

Silas pondered for a moment and said, "Based on the existing intelligence, it should be the work of the Jizhou Research Institute. And the core reason should be the legend of the God of Death's homeland."

"Looks like you've investigated quite a bit along the way!" Mir said nonchalantly.

Silas smiled calmly. "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle. Since I've decided to do it, I naturally have to do it well."

Mir didn't answer and asked very casually, "How has Jeros been recently?"

"Very well, Master Jeros, he…" Silas's eyes suddenly widened.

In a moment of carelessness, he had misspoken.