Game of the World Tree Chapter 868: Demacia with complicated emotions
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"Hey, I have already said that the water in the human kingdom is very deep. Mengxin cannot grasp it at all. If you are not careful, you will be doomed..."
Looking at the dimmed names in the team list and the crazy complaints from new players in the chat channel, Demacia sighed helplessly.
Come on, this trip to the boss group is for nothing.
However... if we can rescue Old John, we may be able to get our money back.
A rough kick came from behind, and Demacia was kicked into a dungeon.
The dungeon was dark and damp, with only the dim magic lamps hanging on the walls emitting a faint light, and visibility was very poor.
However, as an elf, Demacia has strong night vision and can see the surrounding scene clearly.
This should be a rather huge dungeon with no end in sight, and there are many prisoners in the cages on both sides.
Vaguely, Demacia seemed to hear the faint sound of prayer coming from the depths of the dungeon. It didn't seem to be coming from one person, but like a group of people praying devoutly.
However, when he wanted to listen carefully, the voice disappeared again, as if he was startled.
Demacia was curious.
He couldn't help but secretly opened the [Eye of Faith] to see what was going on.
However, when he turned on the skill that could check his faith, he was stunned for a moment.
I saw that in the cages on both sides of the dungeon, the light of faith on the prisoners was neither the green of the unbelievers nor the red of the believers, but mostly white...
White...that is the color only the light believers of the Church of Life have!
Not only that, if he saw it correctly, there seemed to be a lot of blue mixed in.
That’s a devout believer!
Good guy!
Are all the believers in this dungeon locked up in the Church of Life?
Even considering the recent tense relationship between the Eternal Church and the Life Church, Demacia had already been prepared, but was still surprised by the number of Life believers in the dungeon.
It's just that something is strange.
The faith is fanatical enough for the guards to capture the life believers here. After all, the level of faith must be pious, or even directly a fanatical believer, right?
Taking him as an example, apart from players, the only people like him who can attack the city guards on the street risking their lives are devout believers or even fanatics.
But here, the vast majority are still the white color of light believers.
Are there too many shallow believers here?
Demacia looked at the level of faith in the dungeon in surprise, while the guard escorting him pinched his nose and frowned, shouting into the depths of the dungeon:
"Where are the guards? We caught another lunatic from the Church of Life. Lock him up quickly."
He couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose, as if he was quite uncomfortable with the smell in the dungeon.
After a long while, the two dungeon guards slowly walked over.
However, when I saw the two dungeon guards in Demacia, or to be more precise, when I saw the blue-purple light of faith on their bodies, my eyes instantly widened.
Holy shit!
What did he see?
Dungeon guards are also life believers?
And the kind that is about to become a fanatical believer?
My God, is this the Dororia Castle Prison where political prisoners and heretics are imprisoned?
Why have the guards become one of our own?
No... wait, they also have NPC boxes!
All these rare NPCs have awakened into blue!
At this moment, Demacia's expression was quite exciting.
Contrary to his strange expression, the two dungeon guards seemed quite calm.
However, Demacia, who is keenly observant, noticed that the eyes the other party cast on her from time to time were warm.
That was different from the guards escorting him. It was a look at one of his own.
Although they are well hidden, under the observation of Demacia, who has excellent night vision, it is not difficult to capture the emotion deep in their eyes.
"Thank you for your hard work."
One of the dungeon guards, who was obviously the captain, said to the guards escorting Demacia.
Mild attitude.
But Demacia, who had sensed it in advance, vaguely felt that there was actually a deep alienation hidden under the gentleness.
The guard waved his hand, as if he didn't care about his words.
In other words, they are more like they are too lazy to talk to the dungeon guards who are almost integrated with the dirty and smelly dungeon.
After leaving Demacia rudely, the two left here, seemingly not wanting to stay here any longer.
The dungeon is dark again.
The two dungeon guards looked at Demacia, nodded to each other, and even stretched out their hands to loosen his bonds.
Then, under the stunned eyes of Demacia, they said respectfully:
"Are you the Elf Chosen One? The mentor is waiting for you inside..."
Demacia:...
Wait a minute, he really came to a dungeon where prisoners are held, not the underground headquarters of the Church of Life? !
He opened his mouth, and there were countless things in his heart that he wanted to spit out.
He imagined that he would not be able to find his target after entering the dungeon; he imagined that he would be held in solitary confinement and lose his freedom; he also imagined that this castle prison, which was rumored to be indestructible, was heavily guarded and could not move around at will...
But I didn’t expect the situation in front of me!
However, vaguely, Demacia felt that she had guessed what happened in the dungeon.
The Chosen Elf...
Tutor...
Demacia couldn't help but look into the depths of the dungeon, and a somewhat absurd idea appeared in her mind, but it was extremely likely to be the truth.
"Mentor?"
He probed carefully.
"Yes, Master John."
The dungeon guard replied piously.
Demacia:...
There are people outside people, and there are mountains outside mountains.
He suddenly felt that maybe his preaching ability was not as powerful as he imagined...
Following the dungeon guards, Demacia walked deeper into the dungeon as if strolling in his own back garden.
The deeper he went, the more his eyelids twitched.
Light of faith!
In the cells on both sides, everything flashes with the light of faith of the goddess!
Hey guys, it starts with white, and the deeper you go, the more blue there is, and some of the blue colors have started to turn purple like dungeon guards!
That's a sign of becoming a fanatic!
Nearly all of the prisoners in the dungeon were transformed into life believers!
This...how much priest experience is this worth!
Seeing this scene, Demacia's expression was extremely exciting and very sad.
Seriously speaking, in addition to saving Old John, the other motivation that supported him sneaking into the Dororia Castle Prison was that he wanted to use his rich missionary experience to teach the friends in the prison an ideological and political education. class.
After all...there is nothing more suitable for fooling people, ah no, attracting "comrades" than here.
However, he never expected that this place would be dyed with the color of the goddess.
Demacia has no doubt that if the dungeon was not heavily guarded, and there were even rumors that there were legendary professionals and priests stationed in the castle, these people would have united and rushed out...
After many years of accumulation, everyone in the dungeon is definitely a ruthless character. If they all become believers of the goddess, the energy will be absolutely terrifying!
Of course, being able to hold so many prisoners, Dororia Castle Prison is not a vegetarian. Even with Demacia's assistance, if the prisoners can unite and break out, they will probably suffer heavy losses.
But as long as John, the Favorite of God, can be rescued, it is enough for Demacia.
Under the leadership of the dungeon guards, Demacia came to the end of the dungeon, into a very huge cell.
In the center of the cell, a dim magic lamp emitted soft light, and a middle-aged man with an upright waist was sitting cross-legged on the ground.
It was none other than Old John.
His body seemed to exude a faint brilliance, which was the embodiment of the power of faith.
However, the demon-forbidden shackles on his body were not removed, because they were not something that ordinary dungeon guards could manage. The only ones that could manage them were the church's trial chambers.
But even so, his body is still filled with the light of faith.
That can only mean one thing.
Even if his power is imprisoned, his faith can break through the confinement to a certain extent!
This is a manifestation of the sublimation of faith...
Demacia looked solemn.
In his [Eye of Faith], Old John's light of faith is no longer the ordinary pale golden color of a favored person.
Instead, it turned into a kind of dazzling gold, exuding little golden photons.
That was the sight he could only see in Sister Tou and Alice!
That is the color that can only be possessed by the dual identities of saint + God’s favored one!
Even Old John's NPC avatar frame is no longer a purple epic, but has become an extremely rare golden legend!
At this moment, Demacia's eyes widened and her heart beat rapidly.
No wonder he can be sensed from such a distance. The purity of his faith has surpassed that of a fanatic and has reached the level of a true saint!
This is the highest level NPC except the goddess and a few myths!
He swore that he would hold her on his lap this time!
At this moment, Demacia had automatically ignored his previous thoughts about "master and disciple" and began to use his brain to think about how to kneel and lick Old John.
Hold your thighs, the golden NPC is not shabby.
Old John looked calm and was softly explaining the teachings of the goddess of life to the people around him.
He was surrounded by prisoners of various sizes, and every prisoner looked at him with respect.
"Mentor, the Chosen One has arrived."
The respectful voice of the dungeon guard interrupted his soft explanation.
Old John raised his head and looked towards Demacia.
He smiled slightly:
"Long time no see, Lord Demacia."
He still remembers me!
No, he actually recognized me!
Demacia was surprised and happy.
After looking at the considerable favorability between herself and the other party, Demacia suppressed the excitement in her heart and said solemnly:
"Mr. John, you are suffering, and I am here to rescue you."
However, Old John smiled and shook his head gently:
"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Demacia, but I am fine staying here."
Very good?
Demacia couldn't help but look at the dirty surroundings with a strange expression.
Seemingly noticing his expression, Old John gently explained:
“The most confused children on the entire continent are gathered here. Isn’t it a very happy thing to be able to guide everyone here and light up the light in their hearts?”
Demacia:...
He suppressed the desire to complain in his heart, sighed softly, and said:
"Mr. John, the situation on the mainland is becoming more and more delicate now. There are more and more conflicts between us and the Eternal Church. The transfer of trial knights from various places is also becoming more frequent. War... is probably not far away."
"Once the war starts, as a favored person of God, you will probably be used as a sacrifice by the Eternal Church. As far as I know, this is not uncommon in wars of faith..."
"I have a one-time artifact that can exert the power of myth and the blessing of the true **** that can break through the castle."
"Coupled with the life believers you have developed here, we can break out in one fell swoop."
As he spoke, Demacia used the honorific inadvertently.
For being able to develop so many life believers in such a short period of time, no matter what, Old John is indeed worthy of respect.
However, after listening to his words, Old John still shook his head:
"What can I do if I escape?"
Demacia was slightly startled.
"Of course we should continue to escape and return to our territory!"
He said subconsciously.
"But how many people will die in this process? Is the purpose just for my safety? How many life believers will be involved for me?"
Old John asked again.
Demacia was speechless.
Having just been escorted to the dungeon, he managed to get a glimpse of a corner of the Dororia Castle Prison. This was indeed a very tight fortress.
Seriously speaking, any guard patrolling the castle would give him a feeling of fear or strong aura.
Oh, so are the dungeon guards. Their strength is probably at least as low as gold, but they have been instigated by Old John.
"Lord Demacia."
Old John sighed lightly:
"I can vaguely guess what the Eternal Pope wants to do by locking me here... It's nothing more than to execute me before the war begins, and even humiliate me severely before the execution, and even give me some advice from the Life Church. That’s all.”
"However, what he wants to do is exactly what I want to do."
"I am looking forward to meeting him and discussing our respective beliefs and doctrines with him. In my opinion, we need to have such a confrontation."
"This is a test for me and a training for me."
"Although the goddess's faith continues to grow on Segas, unlike you elves, our human faith is still too scattered."
"We... need an opportunity, an opportunity that can truly ignite the faith in everyone's hearts, allow everyone to fully awaken, and unite as one..."
"At the same time, it is also an opportunity for the still confused people on the mainland to truly see the fall of the empire and the hypocrisy of the church..."
"And I am willing to be that torch."
As he spoke, Old John raised his head, looked at Demacia with burning eyes, and said sincerely:
"Lord Demacia, I want to be a light that lights up people's faith. Can you help me in this process?"
Demacia was slightly startled.
This time, his eyes were completely complicated.