After visiting the forest of mummies, Li Ziyu lost interest in continuing and planned to go to the Temple of the Dead.
The Prayer Cemetery gave Li Ziyu a surprise, and so did the Temple of the Dead. The Temple of the Dead in Budapest is simply a huge palace, and its luxury is comparable to that of the Royal Palace of Leon.
There were people constantly coming in and out of the temple; these were people going there to pray.
They may not believe in anything, they just go to pray, just like those people who went to the temple in their previous lives. They may not really believe in gods and Buddhas, but when they have a wish or something they can't get over, they like to go to worship and seek comfort in their hearts.
Such people can contribute little power of faith, they are not even considered believers of the undead. The more sincere people are, the more power of faith they contribute, and vice versa.
Although each person's contribution is small, the number of people is large. If the quality is not enough, the quantity can make up for it. With a sufficient number of people, the Temple of the Dead can also gain a lot of power of faith. Over the years, it has developed into what it is today.
"You are very honest and did not deceive me. I am very satisfied." Looking at the Temple of the Dead in Budapest, Li Ziyu praised.
"Yes, this is what we should do. It is not worthy of praise." Arauno bowed in fear.
"Let's go and see this Temple of the Dead." Li Ziyu took the lead and walked into the Temple of the Dead.
Their group was too conspicuous, especially after someone recognized King Araunor of Leon, a large group of them immediately knelt down.
Li Ziyu walked through the crowd and entered the temple.
Just as they entered the hall, before they could walk in, they saw a group of people in hooded gray robes coming from a distance like ghosts and stopped in front of them.
The leader took off his hood.
"ah!"
The appearance under the hood scared Elena, and she couldn't help but scream.
The man was bald with a black skull mark on his forehead. His skin was gray, his eyes were closed, his eyelids were sewn shut, and his lips and ears were cut off.
Li Ziyu turned to look at Arauno and asked in confusion, "What crime did he commit and why was he punished like this?"
"No, he is not a sinner." Arauno quickly denied.
Li Ziyu became confused. If he wasn't a sinner, then what was he? If he wasn't a sinner, why would he be in such a state? It was too miserable.
Before he could ask any more questions, the miserable-looking man stepped forward and stood in front of Li Ziyu. He crossed his hands in front of his chest, saluted, and said softly, "Great master, you have finally returned here. Your humble servant has been waiting for your appearance."
Forehead……
Arauno came close to Li Ziyu and whispered, "Master, they are your most loyal servants, the priests of the temple."
Holy Corpse Priest?
Li Ziyu remembered that Torento had told him before that there were several giants in the city, among whom was the Holy Corpse Priest. It seemed that they were the ones.
If he was a priest of the Holy Corpse, how could he end up in such a miserable state? His ears and lips were cut off, his eyes were sewn up, and his tongue was almost lost.
Who is so bold as to attack the priest of the undead?
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