Chapter 17: I feel bad. I was scolded by my boss today*…
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A blue light lit up in front of me, and everything in front of me was like a crumpled piece of cellophane, breaking apart piece by piece from the inside out.
The door to another world opened in front of me, and countless blue information streams enveloped me, and a transparent curtain fell. When everything returned to silence, a new message popped up in front of me.
【You have entered a new map. 】
The next second, a blinding white light burst out from it, covering everything. The world was distorting and changing, and the familiar tearing feeling pulled my body. When I came back to my senses, I was in a room.
First of all, I need to clarify one thing. Although I was the one who got the others away, it was not me who decided the destination.
This is also the most troublesome part of the Psychic System. The Trickster can only realize your thoughts. You must keep your thoughts when teleporting, otherwise you will easily be teleported to a dangerous area.
The followers of the Dark Lord are all veterans and are very familiar with this. I am not worried about them at all. So when I teleported, I had only one thought in my mind.
【Teleport to where those dark believers are. 】
So, the magic answered me honestly. I looked around and saw that this room was obviously created by the Dark Followers.
Like Kajol, they like to paint the walls black? But Kajol's temple looks high-end and classy, while these pure black walls only make people feel depressed.
It's understandable. After all, what is sealed in the wall is the various divine powers obtained by Kazhuo, which is fundamentally difficult to imitate. Once the temple is attacked, there will be an explosion of divine power like a hundred flowers blooming.
Soon, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door. The person looked familiar, and if I was not mistaken, it should be the believer I had rescued before.
He smelled of blood, and some parts of his black robe were wet. When he saw me, he immediately showed an excited expression.
"You're back! Thank you for your help, Your Majesty!"
It seems that the world inside the game and outside the game are not synchronized. This is great news for me, otherwise I would have a headache to explain where I have been every time.
Now I can understand why they looked at me with such fiery eyes. I am afraid they still linked me to Kazhuo, which is nothing. Since I called the spokesperson "Dad" after I quit the game, I can now turn a blind eye to everything.
And then, as long as I continue to put on a stern face that says "Don't talk to me, you scumbag", they will become even more respectful and uneasy like they are now.
"Sir, we didn't receive any news about your coming. Do you have any instructions for going to the Elf Forest?"
I raised my eyebrows and gave them a sarcastic sneer, imitating Kazoo's example.
"If I hadn't come, would you have been able to get out alive?"
"We have let you down. It is our mistake that we were unable to bring back the Fruit of Fraud."
The believers lowered their heads in shame, not daring to speak. I did not give them a chance to continue speaking, but just snorted.
"That's good to know. I'm leaving now. Don't reveal my identity from now on. Just do whatever you need to do."
He nodded hurriedly: "If you need anything, you can let us know at any time."
As he said this, he handed me a few communication talismans.
In "God's Favor 2.0", there are two ways for players to communicate remotely. Either use a fixed device or use a communication symbol. The former requires the use of communication equipment, while the latter can connect to any channel.
This small and exquisite talisman only needs to be burned to maintain communication for up to one day. It is fast and convenient, and the price is correspondingly expensive.
So I accepted it calmly. This believer wanted to show me the way, but I waved him off. After he left, I left the room and leisurely looked around at where I was.
This place is obviously the base of the dark believers. The decoration is mainly black, full of a deep and mysterious atmosphere.
I walked along the corridor, and the crisp sound of my heels hitting the ground echoed in the silent air.
After the believers left, it was so quiet here that it seemed like I was the only one there. But this was obviously an illusion. I stopped and looked at the fork in front of me. The tentacles of magic reached out and briefly explored the map here.
One leads to the right, which is the direction of the gate, and the other leads to the left, which is the direction of the dungeon.
After three seconds of thinking, I chose to go to the left without hesitation. No reason, just to get something off the person stuck. Since I called him dad so many times, he must give me some benefits.
The guards were stunned when they saw me, and then tacitly made way. Some of them even asked, "Lord God's Messenger, do you have any instructions?"
This is not an empty talk.
The face of a god is an extremely secret thing. If anyone dares to imitate his appearance, he will be punished and killed by the god in that instant.
But as a fellow god, I don't need to care what Kazhuo thinks of this little thing. When he found me, I had already thrown this face away. I nodded to them lightly: "I'll take a look at the prisoners."
They understood what I meant and took me inside. The further we went, the darker the surroundings became. Blue torches were hung on the walls. The flames had no warmth, but instead cast a terrifying light and shadow.
On both sides were cells, one third of which were already filled with people, and the rest were empty. When walking through them, one could hear angry scolding and occasional crying, but mostly dead silence.
Pairs of eyes filled with anger and hatred stared at everyone who walked through the corridor. The sound of chains snapping was low, and the three mixed together made the already depressing atmosphere in the underground even more desperate.
Just as I passed by a cell, someone inside suddenly spat, and the saliva landed right on my clothes.
I glanced over and couldn't see the face of the person in the cell, but his tone was full of hatred.
"You dark lackeys!"
Without me saying anything, the dark believer beside me rushed over and hit him hard with a stick. The other party spat out blood. I stopped paying attention to this place and continued forward.
These dark believers didn't want to show me these small fish and shrimp. After going through layers of authentication and repeatedly unlocking the door, I finally reached the cage deepest in the camp.
There was only one person imprisoned here. He was hung in the air by ropes, covered in blood.
Blond and blue-eyed, with a resolute face, the trapped captive raised his head. His eyes shone with an unyielding brilliance.
There is no need to think, these are 100% believers of the Lord of Light. The only thing left to study is one thing.
I stepped forward, and the believer next to me immediately put a whip in my hand. Based on this vision, I would not accept it if I didn't give him the title of the best lackey of the year.
After giving him an appreciative look, I used the whip in my hand to lift up the knight's clothes.
Most of the cloth had already been stained with blood, tightly attached to the wound. Facing this sharp pain, the knight's face remained calm. Only his eyes, staring at me, were burning.
Look, look, it won’t cost you anything.
I ignored his expression and looked down. There was a rising sun in the center of his heart. There were five triangles around it. They symbolized the brilliance and level of the sun.
The most basic believers can only have one triangle, and the highest level can have six. That is a privilege only the Pope can have. Below the Pope, the highest level has only five. The number in the church is extremely rare.
Considering the knight's conditions, there is only one answer.
It was obvious. This was the Knight Commander of the Lord of Light.
Samuel, why are you so lame? Even your knight commander has been taken over by someone.
I really wanted to ask those believers how they caught him, but that would easily expose my ignorance.
The knight commander was full of hostility towards me and said coldly: "You are the running dog of the Lord of Darkness. You can do whatever you want. I will never surrender."
What a standard decent statement, it makes me seem like a villain.
Hearing this voice, the surrounding dark believers looked over expectantly, as if waiting for me to do something to this stubborn captive.
Once someone places their hopes on you, the rest becomes very difficult. I sighed inwardly, then reached out and placed my hand on his chest. My well-trained, strong muscles immediately tightened.
But no matter how much you train your chest muscles, they will retain their original full lines. I have to say that they feel great.
But don't worry, I'm not one of those perverts in the forum who peeks into the lives of NPCs every day, so I will just calmly touch them for a while, create some magical fluctuations, and pretend that I cast some kind of magic on the other party.
The Knight Commander's expression changed from alert to hesitant, and then to confused. The believers behind me had no idea what was going on and continued to cheer for me.
He gained peace, I gained trust, the believers gained emotional value, and all three of us have a bright future.
I waved my hand behind me, and the Dark Follower turned around and left, guarding the door. There were only two of us left in the cell. Before leaving, he piled various props next to me as if he was offering treasures.
I glanced at it. There were whips with barbs, cruel-looking clamps, and blood-stained pliers. In short, they didn't look like things that could be properly displayed in front of minors.
Am I really that violent in their eyes? I couldn't help but twitch my lips. I always thought I was quite amiable.
The Knight Commander saw it all and kept it in mind. He looked at me coldly, with a hint of "No matter what you say, I will not yield."
"Don't be so impulsive. After all, I haven't done anything yet, right?"
I cast a spell and then set my eyes on him.
"Let us say hello first, Sir Knight."
Her long golden hair fell softly on her shoulders. Her blue eyes were like the ocean. There was a natural connection between the followers of the gods.
The moment I removed my disguise, the Knight Commander opened his eyes wide in shock and looked at me in great surprise: "Why are you here? How did you get here?"
His tone was intimate and familiar, and it was obvious that he knew my cheap believer.
This was not a good thing in the sense that he was the first person I had ever met who knew a cheap believer.
But it doesn't matter. Because the situation we are in now does not allow him to ask questions in detail.
The Knight Commander also realized this. He paused and changed his words, "Even if you try to confuse me in this way, I will not yield. You evil fellow, stop blaspheming the majesty of my Lord."
The people who had been looking out because of the magic fluctuations retracted their heads after hearing this. As expected of the Knight Commander, he is very sensible.
I can't set up magic to block the sound. Because for the dark believers, screaming will only make them more excited and stimulate the nerves of the prisoners around them, so they are proud of screaming during interrogation. And I can only use this method to make them mistakenly think that I am trying to get information.
The function of this layer of magic is very simple, which is to deceive the perception of outsiders and make them think that the people inside are doing serious things.
There is no doubt that the creator of this magic is not a serious person just by hearing the description.
But who cares, as long as it works.
The Knight Commander looked like he wanted to ask something, but he held back and simply kept silent, pretending that we were doing something like torture.
I nodded in satisfaction and whispered, "I'll take care of them all later. Then I'll let you out."
Those blue eyes looked at me without blinking, and finally nodded slowly and whispered: "Be careful."
How to safely deal with the dark followers along the way is a big challenge for me. After all, I don't have much combat ability now. If I don't let them die, then many things will be difficult to deal with. But if I kill them, it will easily make Kazhuo notice me.
After thinking for three minutes, I happily chose to kill them.
There is no way. You can't expect the god who symbolizes death to be kind and merciful, and for me this is the fastest way.
As for Kazhuo, let's wait until he can come to God's Kingdom to find me. My real body has not left here for a single step!
I did what I said, and told the Knight Commander to stay here, and finally turned and left under his gaze. Of course, I did not forget to restore my appearance to black hair first. Under the guidance of the believers, I successfully left this stronghold.
After I stepped out of the door, I realized that this temple was actually near a cemetery.
From the outside, this remote temple is triangular in shape, like a tombstone erected for someone, and the entrance is in an inconspicuous place in the lower right corner, which looks very hidden.
The followers of the Dark God have one thing in common: they hold grudges and will send the image of their killer to the altar before they die. In order to avoid this as much as possible, the decision is yours, the summoning circle!
I re-drew the summoning circle in a safe area and dripped my own blood into it. As the black smoke swirled, it was not the bearded man who appeared this time, but another soul.
This is also the person I chat with all day, but compared with the bearded man, this one is too silent. Most of the time he sleeps at the bottom of the river, and only surfaces to sing when the moon is full, so we respectfully call him the CD player.
From the outside, Mr. CD player has a face that is too beautiful to be human. But when you see his long tail, you will realize that he is really not human.
The dark blue fish tail was translucent, as if it was creating waves in the air, and the red eyes looked at me melancholy. If there is any symbol of beauty in the world, I'm afraid it is this.
Mermaids, a fantastic race.
They appear in all kinds of fairy tales of mankind. Every player will say, "Oh my gosh, mermaids!" when seeing a large number of mermaids surfacing and singing in the tidal sea.
That’s right, this is the mermaid among mermaids, a mermaid aristocrat with top-level bloodline.
Anyway, I don't know how to praise it, but there is one thing that is beyond doubt, that is, this seemingly innocent race is actually very good at a kind of magic. That is illusion.
This isn't to say that mermen aren't good at water magic, but they are better at illusions. This may sound a little strange, but it makes sense when you consider that their singing can cause large-scale hallucinations, and ultimately lead humans to voluntarily walk into the deep sea.
The CD player is an elite in illusion. I looked at him eagerly and said, "Please prepare an illusion for me."
He finally spoke, his voice too pleasant: "What kind of illusion do you want?"
I thought without hesitation: "If it can help me hide my tracks, I want to kill the people inside."
The CD player thought for a moment, and then began to sing. The beautiful melody echoed in the air, bringing with it a surge of magic. Overwhelming elements rushed towards me, along with his memories.
I closed my eyes and let the deep blue water completely submerge us.
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