Chapter 102

"Yes, Your Highness, I am here to discuss a business matter with you."

"About what Kalisai, Lazarus, and Kansal had seen one after another - it was not entirely a disaster for the orcs. Another part of the truth."

Earlier, in front of the princess, who was both a royal and the next in line to the throne, the merchant wearing a silver mask said this.

Next to the princess was her brother who was nearly in his twilight years, and her teacher who had just received her message and rushed over, the other pedestal of the Mithril City.

The shrews were dressed in bright brown robes, and the crystal stones around their necks were as green as a bunch of leaves, making the hollow hexagram badge next to it look like a drop of silver dew.

She listened to the merchant's mysterious opening remarks, her expression showing the inherent calmness of a spellcaster, with a hint of the low-key coolness woven from the interweaving of grass, trees, earth and rocks. No wonder she was able to develop a good personal relationship with Yoltina in the pedestal.

"The Father is indeed dying, but the world has a chance of surviving on its own if the connection to Him is severed before He takes the world with him, bringing destruction like the Lord Kansal foresees."

"And the consequences for you will be less than you think. After leaving His embrace, the cohesion of the temple will inevitably decline for a long time. This is sad, but people will be free. Spellcasters can break through their original limitations and wield fire and thunder with dignity."

The merchant's words flowed in a slightly hoarse and pleasant voice, describing a future that was in stark contrast to the previously known future of destruction, so beautiful that it should have made the royal family and the Mithril City somewhat excited.

"How do you prove that what you said is not just a fabrication by the conspirator? This is a major matter concerning all the beastmen. We must treat it with caution."

After the king exchanged glances with his eldest sister, the king, who was more familiar with the businessman Winchester, stepped forward to be the villain.

"I'm going to trouble you, Your Majesty. It shouldn't be difficult to take out an old holy artifact," he said.

"Well, of course. Even though I often send gifts to the temple, if I look among the children's toys, there are still some small items worth seeing." The king smiled reservedly.

Soon, the servant brought a simple metal model. It was a small bowl with a circle of delicate small statues standing on the edge. It looked a bit like a water organ from another world.

At the king's signal, it was placed directly in front of the merchant.

The merchant took off one of his gloves and lightly swept his fingertips over the statues. If one looked elsewhere instead of staring at the movements of his hands, one would notice that the eye holes of the silver masks were now tinged with purple.

Although the model was not injected with liquid, it still made a sound, and the tone was completely different from the original one.

The vague idea of ​​"Father of Starlight" was drawn by the fragments of the same origin, and with this extremely ethereal and subtle noise as a carrier, it blatantly disintegrated the barriers of the two top spellcasters and the king who carried countless protective measures with him, crashed straight into their consciousness, and dissipated in an instant.

It makes people feel as if they are suddenly facing a huge wave right in front of them.

This is the divinity of the beastmen, who are created by the Star Gods and are absolutely irresistible and undeniable.

Fortunately, the process was extremely short, and the king's shrunken pupils slowly recovered. He gracefully took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Among the spellcasters, the one with the honor of the pedestal was calmer. He just took the candlestick, blew it out and lit it with a twist, showing that indeed this high-ranking spellcaster was also motivated by his professional nature. Later, he violated the taboo and secretly researched some ways to use exogenous elements.

"What a familiar feeling of powerlessness, it reminds me of when I was an apprentice. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull those elements together. I almost burned myself with the fire in the fireplace on purpose." She said lightly.

"Who else knows this?" asked the princess.

"Please be assured, Your Highness. There are only three of us, including me. One of them hates the world, and the other stays away from people. Neither of them is interested in bearing the consequences of panic caused by publicizing the disaster. That's why I have to tell you, so that the Church won't continue to reap all the benefits by monopolizing the secret in the future."

"...So, now it seems that everyone has believed it completely?" asked the businessman.

"Of course. If the trickster can do this, then destruction is the fate of the beastmen." The princess said, "Winchester. The last time you did business was with his mother, so it seems that we are acquaintances."

"Although the goods you have in stock are more expensive than we expected, since you want to discuss business, we can accept the benefits you offer. Next, tell us your conditions."

"I gave the news and demonstrated the divine descent not only for the beastmen, but also for myself. After all, we all have to rely on this world to continue living. Your Majesty and the pedestals will still be busy in the future. In comparison, my contribution is too little, so all I want in return is your cooperation."

"Cooperation?" The king's interest has been aroused at the thought of being able to appropriately suppress the power of the temple while avoiding disaster, and he does not mind providing a platform for the royal family's long-standing good friend.

"I want you to break the sword with your own hands." From the sound, the merchant seemed to smile happily.

"Father cares for the beastmen instinctively, as if the connection is as deep as blood. Therefore, as long as there is the purest faith, it is impossible to successfully sever the connection with Him."

Nor could it inflict a severe blow to Him from the inside out.

"So it was that person? But in the church, if there is one completely sober and devout person, it can only be him." The king sighed a little, but that was all.

"Unfortunately, the world no longer needs him."

The merchant said this lightly, sentencing the Sword of the Temple to death.

After that, he left the magnificent palace and drove slowly along the streets that had just become empty due to the strange phenomenon. However, halfway through, he was deliberately hit by a soft purple-black substance that looked like dough.

The news that thing brought him was obviously very bad, so he deliberately let his wheels roll over it and turned back to wait at an alley entrance as if to vent his anger.

It is indeed true information that the one with the most devout faith should be targeted as a means of weakening the Star God.

And it was when they were discussing behind the scenes to decide on the weakening link that would increase the success rate before killing the gods that they decided to choose Amara as the sacrifice. Fortunately, there was Amara, otherwise the most devout believer might be a good bishop or priest, and it would be bad to implicate innocent people.

So staying near Amara now means danger. The illusion that involved them shifted after it was resolved. This was of course done by Nirvana who knew about it.

But what "Chen Xing" would like to see is to send Xiao Man farther away, so that the identity of God's messenger will not be mixed into that mess. As expected, Nie Bo will not fulfill his wish at all, and directly indicate the planned drop location. It is not known whether he wants him to take Xiao Man away by force with his weak strength or what.

As long as Xiaoman falls within the range of the Holy City, she will have time to rush back no matter what she does, and there will be no point in delaying any further.

Chen Xing was secretly complaining about the pile of garbage that would never obey him, but for some inexplicable reason, he handed the reins to Xiao Man.

Since fate had finally made her go, and she had decided to rush into danger even though she had tried to get her away from danger...she should run faster, so she still had time.

"Why do we have to do it...?" The spellcaster, who was more sensitive to description, was not satisfied with just one sentence and continued to ask the merchant for details.

"That's natural. It's not enough to just kill him, so that his soul remains pious and glorious like the saints who have died in blood and battle throughout the ages."

"——How can it be considered as erasing faith if it does not make them lose hope?"

At that time, he answered like this.

They are all crazy. Some of the Star Gods are planning to murder the Star God's devout followers, while the Beastmen are willing to kill an innocent fellow in order to abandon the God and live alone. The Dragons know everything but don't care.

A cloud of darkness has fallen over the Holy City. A saint who loves the world will die for his merits. A monster is trying to change the most stubborn person with a hint of mercy. An executioner appointed by God himself is also rushing to this farce that will dye the stage red.

No one is normal anymore, and from this day on, there is no going back to the way things were before.

Chen Xing thought so and laughed sincerely for the "future" that was gradually approaching. His cough became more and more intense until he couldn't stop coughing.

——What are they talking about?

Amara could barely hear.

Xiao Man could not help but interrupt the captain who was announcing his crimes in a long speech and said, "Stop talking."

"No one who has nothing to do with this should leave immediately." Although he was sent to deal with Amara, the middle-aged man did not have a vicious face, nor was he arrogant or rude. He paused for a moment after being interrupted in his reading, and most likely warned Xiaoman with good intentions.

"I don't believe he would do these things." Xiaoman raised his voice a little bit as if he was talking to Amara beside him, and looked directly at all those who regarded him as an enemy.

She was not afraid, but she felt a little angry for Amara because she was different from these people and had a deep belief in protection because of her sense of belonging to the beastman.

He... ultimately, took up the sword for the sake of the beastmen.

Listen to what ridiculous charges his peers have put on him: betraying the beastmen, withholding relief for years, tampering with the bribers' charges, embezzling the stolen money, winning over believers who advocated bloody sacrifices, mistreating and insulting the families of the sacrificed, torturing and extorting the poor who asked him for help with even greater cruelty, and even confiscating wealth and accumulating power with the ultimate intention of treason.

It sounds like this is evidence that has taken years to collect, and every piece is well-organized, traceable, and very credible. The long-prepared accountability just happened to break out at this moment.

When Amara heard this, her expression showed suspicion and injustice at first, but now it has turned to a slight helplessness and bewilderment. She is almost like a child who has been doing good things but has been scolded by her family. She has no idea whether to put down the sword and admit her mistake or to run away in a hurry.

How could this be possible? How could he become the target of oppression along with the abandoned, the disabled, and the lonely undead who walked the path of rebellion?

The captain continued reading, loud enough for everyone around him and some brave people hiding in the distance to hear clearly.

Xiaoman closed his eyes briefly, and a dark blue flame condensed in his palm.

She grasped the flame spear that was only effective against evil thoughts and evil deeds, let the copper-colored scales cover her face, and pointed the translucent front end of the flame spear at those people, but she knew in her heart that this would most likely be ineffective.

Because the world is not black and white, some of these warriors may feel that Amara was wronged. Most of them may really believe the charges made by their superiors and think that Amara is another outstanding and ambitious person who pretends to be a saint and abuses his power for personal gain.

But they themselves are unlikely to have any deeper ill will towards Amara. It is rare for people to place strong negative emotions on others for no reason.

In addition to her talent, she can also cast spells. She is not afraid of fighting, especially with the armor given by the Dragon King, but what's the point? She will attack more than just enemies. Under the armor, shield and spear are small families breathing, worrying and living happily under the gods and the royal family.

Xiaoman was standing up to protect Amara, while thinking with some difficulty about how to persuade Amara to leave. At this time, the square in front of the church finally welcomed its owner.

Suni, the non-blood-related mother who had raised him and many other orphans, appeared alone, wearing a solemn bishop's robe.

She looks okay.

"...Come back with us, the temple will give you a good result." Suoni looked at her child with a moved expression.

She did not blame or doubt him, but spoke in a slow and gentle tone and expression.

But that is the way to treat a misguided believer without stimulating his resistance.

"Mammy. I didn't do that.—I didn't do that."

Amara said softly.

He subconsciously took a step forward, and as a result, everyone except Shanni retreated.

The rain is getting heavier.

Everyone could see that Amara was deeply shaken and in a trance when faced with the mountain of guilt imposed by his own kind and his own instinctive fear of the so-called truth that had painted him in a different light.

The time seems to have come.

Countless strong chains made of divine magic suddenly rose from the ground, deliberately knocking away Xiaoman, the only person standing on his side, and also knocking away the sword that Amara had no intention of holding tightly.

The sound of the standard long sword clanging on the bricks was harsh.

The other bishop who performed the spell showed up after the man was disarmed and kindly reminded him, "Don't try to convert a wicked man, Sanni. You still have a chance to examine and correct the faith of the next generation. If you wait any longer, even that child will face trial."

Shanni held the stick tightly and said, "Promise not to kill him."

"I only promise that I will never do anything harmful to the world." The bishop showed the warrant on his palm and smiled with a hint of pride.

Suoni had no choice but to leave.

"My son, it will be more comfortable to die here than to die under their torture. I will do it, and it will not be painful. We will all be reunited with the Father." The bishop walked up to him and spoke softly.

"Thank you. But no thanks."

Amara should have been grateful for the consideration, but he remembered the monster's words.

He tasted... everything the beastmen had offered him, including oppression, cruelty, and even murder.

His death should not be brought about by his own people, and should not bring new poison to his father. He was still thinking about this at this time.

A series of extremely tricky spells held Xiaoman back, while attacks from another direction simultaneously rushed towards the trapped Amara.

But the attack was again stopped.

All the ice cones exploded in an extremely violent manner in an instant, shattering into pieces. Countless sharp fragments flew everywhere, injuring many assassins who were not wearing armor.

Amid the fear and cries, the black-haired monster tore the shackles apart, ignoring the unfortunate bishop who had somehow fainted from being seriously injured in the chaos, and said to Amara leisurely:

"The sword is not a symbol of blessing. So the person who called you this really thinks you are expendable."

“…”

Yuan Qian, who was trying hard to act, had to protest fiercely: "Just save the situation, I admit you saved it very handsomely, and it looked very handsome with the help of these insidious bastards who always do things secretly, but let's not improvise anymore, it's very dangerous!"

[Where is the danger?]

"Of course my brain is more dangerous. It was burned out due to the heavy burden!" Yuan Qian said.

"It's okay, there's a water cooler here. You're almost there, come on, you can do it!" The teammate tried to encourage me with a joke that wasn't funny.

"After I retire, I will only read novels about Long Aotian..." Yuan Qian swore.

[Isn’t my template a good enough story? Isn’t it because of the system? Who did I offend when I became a demon king?] The adjutant sneered when he mentioned his experience.

"There is still a difference between taking the initiative to attack and being captured, even though in the end we still end up acting together." Yuan Qian sighed. After so much training, he has become proficient in battlefield chatting and used it as a way to relieve stress.

[Acting is so much fun, I love acting so much——]

“I don’t like it!!!”

Yuan Qian is different from the adjutant who is often depressed but occasionally lively. He is the type who is more and more afraid of losing his touch and letting down all the people who have worked hard with him. He will not manually BE to continue the second round. Whenever he faces a scene that must be passed in one go, he always has a psychological burden that he cannot get rid of.

Yuan Qian was still deliberately deepening his problematic mentality of excessive pressure, so Amara, who had been silent and not looking at anyone during this moment, suddenly reached out her hand with some terrifying determination and grabbed the monster.

The latter seemed to be concentrating on performing the bare-handed lock-breaking performance, completely ignoring the face of the divine art and stepping on it, and even tried to signal the hesitant Xiaoman to follow suit and come over to help.

"Please kill me." Amara raised her head resolutely and said to him.