In the dim underground palace, pillars of light mixed with flames continued to hit down, the deep darkness melted as quickly as the first snow met the sun, all kinds of strange worms stiffened and petrified, and the evil shadows made tragic screams.
A ghostly light flashed, and a priest floating in mid-air suddenly fell, as if someone had grabbed his ankles and dragged him down, and the defense layer on his body had no effect, and most of the evil spells came to an abrupt end.
Before they could react, they saw an imposing blonde middle-aged man in front of him stretch out his right hand, five fingers apart, a small eye prominent on each finger, and a huge yellow-brown eye mixed with blood grew out of the palm.
The five weird and terrifying little eyes had different colors and emitted different rays, while the tawny giant eyes glowed with a glow that made everyone feel that their bodies were heavy, and it seemed that the gravitational force here had become much larger.
Different rays such as dark green and light blue hit those black-robed priests, causing them to either be slow, paralyzed, petrified, or directly turned into countless points of light, and in an instant, they completely suppressed the powerful enemies that the previous priests, bishops, paladins, and ordinary night's watchmen could not solve, and they were about to win.
Some of the cultists shouted in panic, they had never encountered such a weird and powerful enemy!
"Great, where is the high priest?"
"Didn't the high priest stop him?"
At the critical moment, they thought of their leader, the supreme "post-chaos" voter, wasn't he fighting this majestic middle-aged man just now?
The middle-aged man wearing a white full-body burqa heard their call, and while intensifying his attack, evil little eyes grew on his face and on the other hand, small eyes of different colors, firing rays that were either defensive or offensive, and snorted coldly: "Even a level seven cult priest can stop me? I have killed twenty or thirty priests who are stronger than him."
What? After confirming the death of the high priest, these cultists and priests suddenly lost their spiritual defenses, and even forgot to pray for strength from the "After Chaos".
"Hmph, there are too many cults that have emerged inexplicably recently, and we must find the root!" The creepy eyes on the majestic middle-aged man's face and hands were closed, and no trace could be seen anymore.
A night watchman said gratefully: "This time, thanks to you nearby, my lord, otherwise we would probably have escaped by the priests of this 'post-chaos'."
In fact, it was not just a matter of escape, it would definitely be wiped out, but fortunately, the third ranked "Eye of Radiance" Winchell of the Night Watch followed up from another clue to avoid such a terrible consequences.
"I am specifically responsible for dealing with cultists, and it is my duty to deal with them." Winchell nodded lightly and said, "You divide into several groups and search around, and don't let go of any cultists."
"Yes, my lord." The captain of the night watch replied respectfully.
Winchell paced through the hall, looking at the chaotic altars carved with female and male nudes, looking for clues to investigate.
Looking at the magnificent but old-fashioned underground palace, looking at the dim but inverted environment with corpses, looking at the ancient stone doors and stone chambers, Winchell felt a little emotional in his heart, he had encountered such scenes too many times, whether it was his previous adventure career, or the operation to eliminate cultists after entering the Night's Watch, he would inevitably deal with underground palaces, battles, secret rooms, hidden secrets, etc.
"Those damn ancient magicians always like to dig holes in the ground......" Winchell cursed.
Suddenly, his heart moved, his eyes became like rubies, and he fired two rays, directly shattering a nearby wall, revealing the secret door inside.
He didn't have time to greet the other clergy, so he flew directly into the narrow secret passage and quickly chased after him.
Turning a corner, cultists with astonished expressions appeared in front of Winchell, who were getting into a secret room one after another.
Hmph, Winchell sneered, want to escape from me?
The dense eyes opened again, and the cultists fell to the ground one by one, Winchell burst into the secret room, constantly advancing, chasing the enemies at the front, and those who lost their combat effectiveness behind them were naturally dealt with by the clergy who came later.
In the midst of the chase, the cultists in front gradually became sparse, and then he could never see one again, but Winchell did not stop, his intuition told him that there was a big fish ahead, the same big fish as the "chosen man" before.
Bang, a patterned stone door was shattered by the rays, and Winchell stepped into the deepest chamber and looked around vigilantly, but there was only a statue of "After Chaos" holding a burning flame, and there were no other cultists.
How could there be none? Winchell looked around in slight astonishment, as a golden knight, even if he was more inclined to cast spells, he was still very confident in his intuition.
Suddenly, a cool breeze blew, making Winchell, the golden knight, shudder, and for the first time tonight, he had a premonition of danger.
This premonition was not strong, Winchell did not run away immediately, but fired defensive rays, putting himself surrounded by "copper walls".
Looking around, Winchell saw only lifeless walls, silent empty rooms, ordinary rough statues, and no source of danger found.
However, this cold feeling of no one made him feel furious in his heart, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, and at this moment, the flame held by the statue of "After Chaos" suddenly rose, burning fiercely, and let out a fierce laugh.
At this moment, Winchell intuitively felt the unspeakable danger, which was hundreds, or even thousands of times stronger than before, even he, the night watchman who often wandered on the edge of danger, couldn't help but tremble slightly, understanding many things, his previous premonition of danger was obviously artificially disturbed, and the existence that could effectively interfere with his intuition was definitely not something he could compete with, just like the priest facing himself just now.
Trembling slightly, Winchell's strong will helped him stabilize his emotions, and his rich experience allowed him to see the problem, such an existence was eyeing himself, and locked his position, to kill himself, it was easy, but he spent more energy to lure himself out of the team and into the secret room, obviously for other purposes.
"Who?" He asked tentatively, and a dirty liquid flowed out of his eyes.
The flame raised to a human form, and said in an old and hoarse voice: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is what I can give you."
"Hmph, I am the dark guard of the Lord, and I would rather die than make a deal with the devil." Winchell basically ruled out the possibility of demons from this methodical statement.
In the empty secret room, the flames and laughter reverberated: "What if it is to bring you closer to your Lord and better dedicate yourself to Him?"
"What do you mean?" Winchell felt inexplicably ridiculous, and there was a solemnity and doubt from the bottom of his heart.
The flame's tone became serious: "Don't you think it's strange? The same devout believers and guards of the God of Truth, priests, bishops, ascetics, and some paladins can receive the magic He bestows, while the vast majority of non-priest-turned-night watchmen can only rely on their own bloodline to fight. Why does the impartial God of Truth treat His guards so unfairly?"
"Nonsense! We bear original sin, and only through selfless giving can we regain the Lord's gift!" Winchell's anger seemed a little unreal.
"Really?" The flame sneered, "How much dedication have you made to the God of Truth, not to mention giving divine magic, at least to increase your knight's level?"
Just as Winchell was about to angrily retort again, the flame continued: "All this has nothing to do with the God of truth, because what He has given you has been intercepted by the Pope, by the members of the College of Cardinals, and He is currently asleep and cannot know."
"What?" If it weren't for the Lord's reason, Winchell would not be so "angry."
"You can look at this information, this is a prize from the God of truth, and it is what you deserve." Words jumped out of the flames, forming articles full of obscure symbols.
Winchell was guarding against the temptation of the "devil", but his inner doubts still led him to look at the article, anyway, he would not betray the church! This is his own position!
As soon as he saw these things, he couldn't take his eyes off them and was completely captivated.
"This ......," he shook his head with fear and a little excitement.
"As the supreme deity, why does the God of truth force the spread of faith? Is He necessary? For the power of faith is a reward for you who are devout guards, so that you can use it to temper yourselves and draw closer and closer to Him, but this has been completely intercepted by the Pope and the members of the College of Cardinals, leaving you with no left, do you understand why they are so powerful?" The sound of the flame became soft, and every word seemed to make Winchel tremble.
"I don't believe it." He shook his head violently, but asked contradictoryly, "Such an important method, do you just show me it directly?"
That method of "stealing" and harnessing the power of faith is already deeply engraved in his mind.
"Since you asked sincerely, I will tell you frankly that I am the embodiment of fairness, and I am the most unfair to see such an unjust thing." The flame smiled, and then continued in Winchell's disbelieving eyes, "I will occasionally ask you for some news, don't worry, no one will doubt you, I have other sources of intelligence, such as many cardinals."
Cardinal? Winchell's pupils contracted suddenly, and in the past few hundred years, due to the special heart of faith, there has never been a cardinal-level spy within the church - this mainly refers to the outside world, and there are many cardinal-level traitors planted by the northern and southern churches in each other.
Could it be that he belongs to the Northern Church?
"With this method, are you still afraid that your faith will be shaken? So, don't guess who I am, just remember my code name, Red Burier." The flame gradually went out.
Winchell stood there, looking at the empty room, not saying a word for a long time, only to feel that he had a bizarre dream, and he got an extremely precious and useful method without paying any price?
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In the "True Secret Realm", Lucian smiled at Douglas and said: "Viken secretly announced the god-like method, trying to make many legendary powerhouses fight each other, then we will use the same method to let the secret of how to steal and use the power of faith circulate among some cardinals, stealing the power of faith layer by layer, so that the missionary foundation of the Southern Church will also become chaotic, after all, spreading faith is not as good as us magicians studying arcane and exploring the world, we can act alone, they must have layers of organization, this is something that Viken cannot avoid, Unless He can project a seed into the heart of every clergyman."
"If I weren't worried about Viken discovering it, I would have wanted to directly use the 'Voice of Mystery' to announce the method of stealing the power of faith.
"If Viken knew how to 'use' such a precious method, his face would definitely be very exciting." Douglas laughed, after all, who would have thought that someone would spread this method and think there were not enough competitors? Only Lucian and himself and other great arcanists who had never thought of this path could make such a bold move.
Lucian spread his hands: "Maybe he will call me crazy."
(End of this chapter)