I! Cleaner!-Chapter 358 - 0304 I’m not good at fighting_1

"Cluck, cluck, cluck!"

Looking at the hen excitedly pecking at the "earthworm" in Senior Tom’s arms, and then glancing up at the giant beak repeatedly tearing through the clouds, driving back the Serpent Bishop, Leon shook his head slightly, a confused look in his eyes as if time had taken him to a different era.

*What the hell is going on?*

"This is the chicken I bought outside earlier, from that stand at the gate with the fishmonger and the estate. In the miniature estate he sells, there’s a small chicken coop behind the kitchen, housing dozens of hens for eggs, perfect for dealing with these followers of the Snake Spirit. I just used one."

Glancing at Leon, whose soul and body seemed a bit separated and still hadn’t completely escaped from the Snake Spirit’s secret shrine, the lazy young man explained,

"That secret shrine of the Snake Spirit is actually a snake egg. The narrow passageway we went through before entering the shrine was equivalent to passing through its reproductive cavity, undergoing a simple nurturing, so the soul was temporarily ’incubated’ as a snake. As for the effect of that snake egg shrine, it roughly magnifies our souls but shrinks our bodies to an extreme, swapping the positions of soul and body, turning us from people with snake souls into snakes with human souls."

"..."

"Didn’t understand?"

Seeing the still somewhat dazed look on Leon’s face, Senior Tom thought for a moment and then made an analogy,

"It’s like the difference between babies and adults. Adults perceive the world primarily through the eyes on their bodies, then through thought and cognition, with the body first, then the soul. Unborn babies have not been born yet, so their bodies still do not truly exist; thus, it’s the soul first, then the body. So, entering the snake egg shrine makes us like unborn young snakes, from the body first to the soul, to the soul first to the body, swapping the priorities between body and soul, approximately becoming a snake with a human soul."

Pausing slightly at this point, the lazy young man took out half a bag of leftover salt, waved it in front of Leon’s eyes, and reminded him,

"Remember? Before entering, I prepared three groups of secret rituals in advance. The second group, composed of five metals, was to steal money from the Cat Spirit, while the first group, made of mercury, sulfur, and salt, was to control the soul and body. The materials represent the soul, body, and the bridge between them, respectively, which can counteract the effects of the snake egg shrine. As long as I lock the ratio of the three in advance, I won’t be affected by the shrine’s effects."

"..."

In Leon’s silence, Senior Tom continued to explain,

"This way, while I can’t directly interfere with the ritual situation, my body won’t be infinitely shrunk, but your bodies were oppressed by the shrine, so sending a chicken in is enough to take down the bishop. The only troublesome aspect was the three-headed serpent crown granted by the Snake Spirit, but you drew his attention directly, so I found a way to invite three Holy Spirits whose real forms feed on snakes, simulating their imprints with some materials to forcibly dismantle the serpent crown. Without that life-saving crown, the bishop, whose body was suppressed to the extreme by the shrine and soul strength was also oppressed by me, couldn’t even defeat a chicken... Did you get that?"

"..."

*Kind of got it... maybe?*

Listening, feeling seven orifices connected to six, Leon stiffly nodded slightly, then asked,

"Senior Tom, are these... uh... secret rituals your main combat method?"

"Sort of..."

The lazy young man nodded in response, then shook his head after thinking for a moment,

"But, rather than calling it a combat method, it’s more accurate to say it’s my ’way of doing things.’ I actually don’t engage in fighting. Unlike you all, my core Anomalous Object is quite unique, allowing me to merge more closely with the world and enhance the effects of these mystical rituals but lacks direct harm and defense capabilities. So, if it’s a ’skirmish,’ Emma could easily defeat ten thousand of me, but in a scenario where the enemy is seen and I’m not, she probably wouldn’t have the chance to even meet me."

"..."

*Got it, a weirdo with peculiar methods.*

*...*

After making a judgment in his heart about the lazy young man, Leon couldn’t help but curiously ask,

"Senior Tom, before entering the assembly, you prepared a total of three rituals. What was the third one for? To deal with that Snake Spirit?"

"No."

The lazy young man shook his head,

"The Snake Spirit was manageable. As long as you could replace and ascend to become the bishop, successfully tricking it back, dealing with it would be fairly easy if you have a plan for the situation... Hmm... Wait!"

Looking at the Poison Sphere Python being trampled underfoot by the hen, then pecked on the head, Senior Tom hastily urged,

"He’s almost done for. Go around from the direction of the chicken’s backside, get ready to cling to the Snake Spirit’s statue, and replace him as the bishop presiding over the secret ritual. I’ll help you disguise a bit... Hurry, hurry! Time’s running out!"

"Okay!"

Taking a glance in the direction of the "chicken vs. snake battle," noticing it was indeed nearing its end, Leon disregarded his curiosity and quickly followed Senior Tom’s instructions, circumventing from the chicken’s backside, climbing up the hundred-meter-high black and white altar, and coiling onto the Snake Spirit sculpture’s tail.

"Sizzle..."

Accompanied by a sizzling sound, like frying pancakes on an iron plate, Leon, turned into a small red snake, couldn’t help but reveal a look of pain on his face.

There seemed to be some kind of restriction on this altar. For someone like him, not yet a bishop, each step forward felt like rolling over a mountain of knives, the pain reaching from the body deep into the soul. In the moment of contact with the Snake Spirit sculpture, there was a confusing feeling as if the soul was about to leave the body.

However, before long, the situation changed.

As the hen enthusiastically pecked out a pit over ten meters deep, clucking gleefully, and flung the defenseless Poison Sphere Python into the sky, the Snake Spirit sculpture, which had been resisting Leon’s contact and trying to push him away, suddenly became friendly and allowed him to coil onto its tail.

With the coiling action completed thoroughly, as if just having completed some mysterious ritual, Leon’s consciousness blurred slightly, connecting to an immensely vast soul.

*Hmm? My bishop?*

Somewhat surprised by the anomaly noticed, the Snake Spirit coiled outside an area of Emerald Jungle turned its head and looked at the indistinct small snake on its tail, its demeanor dignified as it inquired,

"Aren’t you presiding over the ritual? Why did you suddenly come to see me?"

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