Game of the World Tree Chapter 866: The Preacher in the Dungeon

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This is a dark dungeon.

Dark, damp, and exuding a sour, decaying smell.

This seems to be a corner that has been forgotten and despised by the world. All that can be heard are the rustling sounds of rats and cockroaches in the darkness, as well as the occasional sounds of torture, curses and howls of prisoners.

It's like awakening the ghost of an injustice that has been sleeping for many years, stinging people's eardrums.

Suddenly, with a creaking sound, the cold stone door of the dungeon was slowly pushed open, and several trial knights escorted John, the God's Favored One, who was bound with demon-forbidden shackles, and walked in.

Compared to a few months ago, Old John seemed a lot more embarrassed, and his hair was a little messy.

However, his waist was still straight, like a tough pine, as if nothing in the world could make him surrender.

"Mr. John, your new home has arrived."

The eternal priest who led Old John here said angrily, and kicked him viciously.

Old John did not have much reaction to the pastor's behavior.

He just glanced at the other person indifferently, and his piercing eyes seemed to be burning with flames forever. Although they seemed calm, they seemed to contain some kind of powerful power, so that the eternal priest did not dare to look at him. , snorted and turned his head slightly.

However, Old John’s eyes did not stay on the Eternal Priest for too long.

His eyes swept across the dim dungeon, staring at the prisoners with dull and empty eyes behind the cages, and then passed over the guards who were so drunk that they looked like a puddle of mud.

It seems that they have been in this dungeon for too long. Except for their slightly more elegant clothes, the appearance of the dungeon guards is not much better than that of the prisoners.

"Don't look, your residence is here!"

The pastor sneered and roughly pushed Old John to a dark cell.

Looking at the dark and damp cell, crowded with many prisoners who looked at him with malicious eyes, Old John chuckled:

"Is this the hospitality of the Eternal Pope?"

"Haha, how long has it been? Do you really think you are a guest? You evil heretic!"

The Eternal Priest spat at Old John.

Then he kicked the other person in, closed the cell, and sneered:

"Mr. John, I have taken care of you. Your new roommates will take good care of you. I hope you can have a pleasant stay here."

After saying that, he laughed and left with the knights.

Darkness returns to the dungeon again.

However, with the arrival of Old John, he soon became the center of the entire cell, and prisoners one after another quickly surrounded him.

Their eyes were very dangerous, with sneers on their faces.

And their physiques are much stronger than those of the prisoners in other cells. Many of them wear magic-forbidden chains, and they are obviously professionals.

The leader of the prisoners is a strong man nearly two meters tall.

He looked at Old John with a sneer and clenched his fists:

"Newcomer, your name."

Facing his unkind gaze, Old John smiled gently:

"You can call me John."

"John? He said his name was John?"

The strong man laughed and looked at the other prisoners, who also burst into laughter.

However, as he smiled, the strong man's expression became ferocious:

"From today on, you will no longer be called John, but will be called shit!"

"No, **** is not my name, it is not a positive word."

Old John said gently.

The prisoners laughed even louder.

The strong man looked at Old John as if he were a fool. He sneered and said:

"Hey, I like disobedient newcomers the most."

"Since you don't like it, then I'll teach you what it means to like it!"

After speaking, he clenched his fist and swung it towards Old John...

Like Old John, the strong man's hands and feet were equipped with magic-forbidden shackles. He was obviously a professional, and since he could become the leader of the prisoners, he was probably extremely powerful even among professionals.

This is because although the magic-forbidden shackles can confine the power of professionals, they cannot change their physical fitness. The more powerful professionals tend to have better physical fitness.

The prisoner leader punched Old John in the face, creating a gust of punch.

However, Old John did not hide at all, quietly watching the fist coming.

The prisoner leader’s smile became even more ferocious.

He seemed to see the other person's head being bruised and **** by his punch.

However, the moment his fist hit Old John, the surface of Old John's body emitted a faint light. The prisoner leader only felt that he had hit an iron plate, and severe pain came from him. He couldn't help but his expression changed, and he let out a cry of pain.

Looking at his red fist, and then at the unharmed old John, the prisoner leader's expression became suspicious:

"You...who are you? Why are you not restrained by the magic shackles?!"

"I am John, just an ordinary person chasing the light."

Old John sighed.

The brilliance on his body gradually faded away, as if it had never appeared.

That is the power of God's favor.

Although the demon-forbidden shackles imprisoned him from using the power of faith and communicating with the gods, as a person favored by God, the blessing of the true God is engraved in his bones.

Except for the followers of other gods who can break the power of faith who can harm him, ordinary unbelievers and evil **** believers cannot harm him as long as they cannot use strong enough extraordinary power.

This is almost a secret that only the God-favored ones know, and it is also the reason why Old John can walk on the continent of Segas as a mortal.

"Pretending! There must be something hidden on him! Come on, beat him up and search him!"

The prisoner leader ordered the other prisoners fiercely.

Following his order, the prisoners roared and swarmed towards Old John.

However, after a burst of golden light, they all cried out in pain, and were knocked to the ground by the force of the blowback from their fists or ankles...

Just a moment later, all the prisoners who besieged Old John were lying on the ground, moaning continuously.

The expression of the prisoner leader changed completely.

"You...who are you?"

His expression already had a hint of vigilance and fear.

"Just an ordinary person pursuing justice and equality."

Old John sighed.

"Justice? Equality?"

The prisoner leader was slightly startled.

Then he sneered:

"There is no justice and equality in this world. It's just about the weak and the strong, and the winner is king!"

However, Old John just shook his head slightly.

He took a deep look at the prisoner leader and said:

"I know you."

"Me?"

The prisoner leader was slightly startled.

Old John’s eyes stopped on a tattoo that looked like a wolf head on the opponent’s wrist and said:

"More than twenty years ago, a military **** was born in the empire, who led the imperial army to defeat the Orc Alliance army and achieved peace that lasted for more than twenty years..."

"However, after the victory of the war, he was persecuted by the great nobles, slandered as a blasphemer, and imprisoned in what is known as the most impregnable prison in Holy Mania and even the entire world of Segas, where a large number of political officials were imprisoned. Prisoners and heretics in the dungeons of Dororia Castle..."

"This is almost a household name among the civilians of the Holy Mania Empire."

As he spoke, Old John took a deep look at the prisoner leader:

"And his symbol is the wolf totem on his wrist."

The prisoner leader was silent.

Old John sighed softly and continued:

"Lord Charles 'Wolf Claw', when did you start to truly regard yourself as a prisoner? And when did you start to give up everything completely?"

After hearing what Old John said, the prisoner leader was confused.

After a while, he sat on the ground, seemingly losing his strength for a moment, and laughed at himself:

"Huh... so what about the prisoners? So what if you gave up everything?"

"No more, I have nothing. As a poor person, an impure person with werewolf blood flowing in my body, no matter how great my contribution is, I will not be recognized..."

"This world is inherently unequal. The noble are born noble, and the lowly are born low. The more powerful people like me are, the more they will be wary of the nobles..."

"The same is true for the Eternal Church. It is extremely hypocritical. It says that after death, devout believers will ascend to the kingdom of God and be happy and beautiful. It says that in the eyes of gods, believers are all equal... but even the reality cannot be changed. , what else can we talk about after death?"

"I am just a knife they throw away after using it..."

"The reality is just a dark and corrupt cage. Outside the cage are the nobility and the church, and inside the cage are the common people and slaves. What is the difference between it and the dungeon here?"

The prisoner leader looked dejected and self-deprecating.

However, Old John smiled slightly:

"Lord Charles, since you said this, it means that you also want to see changes, so... why don't you try to pursue changes and pursue the real path?"

"Change? The real path?"

Charles was slightly startled.

"Of course, a world full of light, full of hope, happiness for everyone, justice and equality."

Old John smiled gently.

Charles was startled, then sneered:

"A just and equal world? Talking about fairness and equality in a world of extraordinary beings? You guy... must be crazy."

"Then, what if the gods are willing to become arbiters and take on the role of maintaining justice?"

Old John suddenly said again.

Charles was stunned.

This time, his expression finally changed.

He looked at Old John carefully, and soon noticed that although the other man's clothes were torn, it seemed to be the professional attire of a clergyman.

His expression suddenly became alert:

"You...who are you? Are you a follower of the evil god?"

"No, I am not a believer of an evil god, but a believer of the most just, merciful, and greatest true God in the world."

Old John shook his head.

As he spoke, he smiled slightly:

"Mr. Charles, have you heard of the supreme goddess of life, mother of nature, and protector of the elves - World Tree?"

……

Old John who was imprisoned in the cell did not seem to cause much trouble.

Except for the dispute on the first day, there seemed to be no more trouble against Old John in the cell.

Not only that, I don’t know what Old John said. Just three days later, the "Wolf Claw" Charles in the cell, who frightened other prisoners and gave the guards a headache, seemed to have changed. He treated Old John The attitude changed from disdain to solemnity, and then gradually from solemnity to respect...

The dungeon is as depressing as ever.

However, after Old John was imprisoned, there was an energetic voice.

The voice was ups and downs, gentle and mellow.

That voice, bit by bit, describes a just and equal world for the prisoners, and describes a beautiful world where the prisoners can get real relief...

As time went by, other prisoners gradually gathered and began to participate in listening, listening to Old John telling about the teachings of the Church of Life, listening to him talk about the greatness of the goddess, the kindness of the goddess, the justice of the goddess... …

Slowly, the sounds of fighting among the prisoners in the dungeon became less frequent.

Instead, there were vague prayers and confessions mixed with crying every day.

As time went by, more and more prisoners gathered. Even prisoners in other cells began to pick up the iron bars and listen carefully to Old John's teachings.

They looked at Old John with more respect, piety and fanaticism...

Faintly, something seemed to have begun to change.

The dungeon is still deep and damp, still corrupt and gloomy.

However, in the darkness, there seemed to be a glimmer of light and a glimmer of life.

No one noticed the changes deep in the cell.

However, as the prisoners changed, the guards of the dungeons finally noticed something was wrong.

"What are you doing? You evil pagan! How dare you spread evil words and beliefs!"

Looking at the prisoners gathered in front of Old John to listen to the teachings devoutly, the captain of the dungeon guard looked horrified.

However, what he received was only Old John’s gentle smile:

"Mr. Guard, I am not spreading evil words and beliefs, but preaching the true faith."

"Bah! Ridiculous! Sophistry!"

The guard captain sighed.

As he spoke, he shouted to his companions:

"Why are you still standing there? Take him out quickly and put him in another independent cell! Then quickly call the trial knights!"

After hearing this, the guards took action, but the prisoners moved faster than them.

They looked at the guards with unkind expressions and protected Old John behind them.

Seeing this scene, the guard captain was shocked.

"Crazy... you are all crazy!"

He cursed.

However, just as the guard captain kept yelling and scolding, Old John's voice suddenly came again, as gentle and mellow as ever, making people want to listen:

"Mr. Guard...have you never thought about why you must stay in a dark and damp dungeon even though you are a guard loyal to the empire?"

The guard captain was stunned.

By some strange coincidence, he stopped and looked at Old John in surprise:

"What do you mean, you guy?"

Old John smiled slightly:

"Mr. Guard, can I borrow a little of your time?"

"I want to tell you about our benevolent goddess, the great World Tree - Her Majesty Eve Yggdrasil..."