Jesse, somewhat annoyed that Ernest was always a bit faster than him, brandished his staff, and a row of skeleton soldiers appeared in front of Ernest.
Although Ernest's Sunblade was effective against the undead, it still slowed him down.
But just then, a huge tremor came from the direction they had left, and ripples spread across the water. Judging from the sound, it was coming from the direction of the passage.
"Could this be a feint?" Jesse thought in surprise and stopped.
Although there was another favorite of the Goddess of Dreams on the other side of the passage, he was still uneasy.
The creation of the Nightmare Monster must never be exposed!
He glared at Ernest's departing figure with hatred, then turned back towards the passageway.
The holy son was rescued without serious injury. After Eli fed him the flower petal, he woke up, though he was quite badly injured.
"Aren't you all with George? Why are you saving me?" The Holy Son of the Cult of Dawn looked at Phil Gray in confusion.
“We’re not on his side. That letter was written by me, intending for you to find more high-ranking chosen ones from the Cult of Dawn to fight against George. I didn’t expect you to be so reckless.” Phil Gray looked out the window at the snow falling heavier and heavier.
They casually found another inn with the Holy Son.
Given their rescue of the Holy Son, and George's previous suspicions of them, he would likely not trust them again upon their return, and there's a high probability he would take action against them.
There's no need to stay by George's side and pretend anymore.
But how can we stop the monsters from being born now?
"Then why did you steal the bishop's body?" The Holy Son stared into Phil Gray's eyes, seemingly trying to determine if Phil Gray was lying.
“George gave me the body. He told me to cut off the bishop’s hand, which is why I have the sun mark on my hand. At that time, I hadn’t seen through his true colors yet.” Phil Gray’s icy blue eyes revealed sincerity, and there was a hint of embarrassment on his face.
Considering that they were the ones who saved him, the Holy Son of the Church of Dawn nodded and coughed a few times. "Alright, I believe you. Let's formally introduce ourselves. I am Vincent, the Holy Son of the Church of Dawn. I'm here to track down the bearer of the Sun Mark and retrieve the bishop's body."
Deep down, he still had some doubts about these people, but since he was seriously injured and fighting them would only lead to his death, he decided to trust them for the time being.
“Hello Vincent, my name is Kane. I think the most important thing right now is to stop George from creating the Nightmare Monster. I think you've already seen it since you went in,” Phil Gray said.
"Yes, don't worry. After I saw your letter, I used a special secret method to send a message to the elders of my sect. They will be here soon," Vincent said weakly.
"As for what I just saw in the passage, there were hundreds of beds with many female chosen ones lying on them. They seemed to be lost in a dream, with smiles on their faces. Someone is actually using them to breed terrible monsters. It's really despicable!"
He spoke angrily, which seemed to aggravate his wounds, causing him to cough violently again.
Phil Gray handed him a glass of water and suddenly felt that Vincent's description was somewhat familiar: a female god-giver who was indulging in a beautiful dream. Wasn't this what happened in Duer City before?
They killed the woman who used books to create illusions, but her purpose was unclear. Was she also creating such a monster at the time?
But what they heard was that this monster needed to feed on people's fear, and there wasn't anything frightening about it at the time.
Phil Gray fell into deep thought until Vincent asked him what was wrong.
"It's nothing, I'll be going now. You get some rest." Phil Gray stood up and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something, and his mind stirred.
There was a corpse on the ground.
That was the Dawn Bishop, who was missing his right hand.
"I'm sorry, he's missing his right hand," Phil Gray said apologetically.
Vincent looked at the corpse on the ground, "...I'll put it away first."
After placing the bishop's body on his spatial stone, he looked at Phil Gray and said, "I can forgive you for saving me, but the elders who are coming soon may cause you trouble again."
Phil Gray frowned. "What? Didn't I return the body to you?"
"Yes, but the older members of my church really abhor the desecration of corpses after death, especially since this bishop made many contributions to our church during his lifetime."
Vincent sighed, "I'll wait here for the elders to arrive so we can deal with the nightmare monsters together. Why don't you go hide somewhere else for a while? The elders who are coming this time are at the level of a god descending to earth. If you are discovered, you definitely won't be able to escape."
"Is there any way to remove this solar mark?" Phil Gray asked after thinking for a moment.
"Under normal circumstances, it will disappear in a month."
"My companion also said it would take a month, but isn't your elder arriving soon? You should have a way to eliminate it in advance, right?"
Vincent shook his head. "There is no other way, unless..."
"Unless what?"
Vincent smiled. "Actually, there is another way, but it is practically the same as nothing. That is to truly believe in the Prophet of the Day and become one of His followers. As the Prophet of the Day's divine power enters your body, the Sun Mark will also become part of your divine power and will naturally disappear."
"To become a follower of the Prophet of the Day? Isn't that absurd?"
“Yes, the sun mark only appears on the bodies of those who have destroyed the corpses of my followers, and these people are usually members of the Church of the Dead who believe in the God of Death, so this path is obviously useless.”
Phil Gray sighed. "Besides, your elders should be able to arrive tomorrow. Even if I hear the daytime prophet's words in one day, how can I possibly complete the task?"
He hesitated for a moment, "But I still want to try. You must have some holy books or statues of gods from your church, right?"
Devout believers, especially their followers, will naturally carry statues of the deity and pray daily, hoping to hear the words of wisdom from the next level.
Vincent looked at him. "So you weren't hiding your strength, and you're just an ordinary person? No, wait, you just retrieved the bishop's corpse from the space stone?"
Phil Gray nodded and stretched out his arms. "Of course I'm just an ordinary person. Don't you Chosen Ones attract each other? Do I have any divine power fluctuations?"
"I thought you used something to conceal your divine power."
“No, no, my companions are all chosen ones, but I am just an ordinary person. As for this space stone, it was improved by a friend from the Cult of Creation that I met before. It can be used even without divine power.” Phil Gray smiled “sincerely.”
“Alright.” Vincent respectfully took out a statue of a god, about the size of a palm, and a book with a gold cover from the space stone.
"Thank you," Phil Gray said, taking the items.
The appearance of this day prophet is different from that of other gods; why does he only have one eye?
Phil Gray was somewhat lost in thought.
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