Chapter 1675: Mysterious woman

After finishing the conversation with Bishop Will, Rhode soon left the city alone and came to the nearby bushes, preparing to enter the underground passage to make peace with Samson.
However, when Rod was about to go back underground, he seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly stopped his movements, looking back at the direction he came, with a vigilant look on his face.
There, a young girl with white hair was watching him.
She was wearing a simple commoner, standing barefoot on the ground. There were scars all over her feet, from burned, unnaturally black and wrinkled, to hideous scars left by beatings.
All kinds of visions seemed to explain to Rod, the unusual place in her body.
From this white-haired girl, Rod did not feel any threat. It seemed that she was just an ordinary person without strength, but for some reason, Rod had a vague thought of retreat. The instinct in his blood is constantly reminding him.
Rod did not say anything, but stood still, staring at the figure of the young girl, his expression became more solemn.
Unable to feel the power that belongs to her from this white-haired girl, Rod did not think that she really wanted to feel what she felt, just an ordinary person. Lord would doubt himself, with his current little monster body, he could not even detect the level of this woman.
"Elott, have you contacted Bishop Will? What were you doing just now?"
Feeling the footsteps on the ground, Samson took the initiative to open the cover of the underground passage entrance and leaned forward to ask Rod.
It wasn't until Samson's words came that Rod came back to his senses. He took a deep breath and said, "Yes, he is just like you said, he is happy to cooperate with us."
"As for me, I found an interesting person..." Looking at the white-haired girl, Rod's face became faintly solemn.
The girl's unique hair color has already explained her identity to Rhode. She is a powerful heretic. Rhode doesn't know her intentions, but it won't be a good thing to think about it.
"What?" Samson took out the magic eyes around him and looked around, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, and said unexpectedly, "What are you talking about? You are the only one here."
Rod's pupils shrank and he looked at the white-haired girl again. What he can be sure of is that the girl really exists and is looking back at him, but according to Samson, he can't see the girl at all.
Rod fell silent, and Samson also realized that the situation was wrong, showing a guarded look, firmly holding the hilt with his right hand.
After a while, the white-haired girl stopped looking at Rod, and walked towards the city alone, and Rod also showed a grateful look.
"Who is she?" Such doubts inevitably grew in Rod's heart.
Looking at Samson in the passage, Rod asked: "Have you heard of the deeds of a white-haired girl? There are obvious scars on her feet. It is impossible for a powerful infidel like her to have no information. "
"It sounds like you have some trouble." Samson thought for a while and replied, "I don't know much about pagans. I have killed countless pagans in order to contribute to the Holy See, but There is no white-haired girl you are talking about. You should ask Ms. Spider about these things."
Rod nodded, agreeing with what Samson said. Ms. Spider, who is the leader of a heretic, should know the information of the white-haired girl.
"Are you going to find Ms. Spider? She was very reluctant to let the terrible giant spider send us here."
As if thinking of something, Samson showed a bad look on his face.
"Oh my God, I just looked at it with the eyes you gave, and I felt sick. How did you and her endure it? Just sitting on it, I wish I could run away immediately."
Rod shook his head and said, "Although it is a spider, its soul is much purer than other creatures. He has no other idea and always remains loyal to its owner."
"I came here to collect the souls of sinners. All the souls I meet are counted as souls of sinners. In this comparison, the souls of spiders are the purest." Rhode commented.
"Will you collect the souls of other creatures? I mean creatures other than humans?" Samson asked with interest after hearing Rhodes's words.
"Why do you ask?" Rod was puzzled.
"Because according to those members of the Holy See, there are only human souls, the supreme being in the world, able to enjoy the glory of God, but those animal souls do not have this treatment, and even after death, they cannot be like human souls. Go to Cloud City." Samson added.
Rod faintly frowned, and said, "I only collect the souls of sinners. Those creatures are not even humans, and they don't even have the conditions to become sinners. Their souls are useless to me."
Rod noticed that in the task panel, there are no restrictions on the type of soul, but according to Rod’s own understanding, the so-called sinner soul must finally find a way from humans. The souls of other creatures cannot be called Sinner soul.
Shaking his head, Rod looked in the direction of the city again: "We will stay here for a while. I still have some things that I need to hand over to Will."
Samson didn't question Rhodes's order, he took a deep breath, and then asked: "After talking about you, it's time to talk about mine. When can I become a Juggernaut?"
Rod glanced at him, but heard Samson continue to say: "You said before, didn't you? You said that you would make me a swordsman. I betrayed my camp for this."
"In your mind, what's the definition of Juggernaut?"
Rod did not answer Samson's question, but followed his words.
"A measure of power? There is more power than swordsmanship. If you simply want to gain higher power, I recommend you to learn spells. A title awarded by the stigmata? Then I can tell You, you can never become a Juggernaut. But if you think that Juggernaut refers to an endless spirit, a brilliant will, just like a hero, you have the chance to become a Juggernaut."
Samson was a little dazed by Rod's words. After a while, he said, "Then...how do I have that will?"
Rod patted him on the shoulder and said, "I can give you a chance to stimulate your will in some ways, but whether you can truly become a Juggernaut depends on your own efforts."
Samson seemed to have thought of something, and while nodding his head, the hand holding the hilt couldn't help tightening.