Chapter 752: Getting Ahead and Running Away Is Success
Hervey actually sneaked away and entered the Sen dungeon before everyone else.
Even before Vinsmo's order was delivered.
This kind of enthusiasm and spontaneous initiative in work is indeed a necessary quality for a qualified and excellent employee!
And it is worth noting that this time, he ran in alone, without any teammates!
Because he divided his trustworthy companions and other members of the Spark Church who had arrived into different teams according to each person's ability, and now those teams are all carrying out their own adventures in the Sean Dungeon.
As the strongest among the Spark Knights present, he chose to explore alone.
To a certain extent, without his teammates around him, he can actually exert a different kind of strength than usual.
At this moment, he was standing in the bird's nest of the Northern Undead Asylum, looking at the undead prison before him and thinking sincerely:
"Can we lure the Black Knight over to fight the Undead Asylum demons?"
This is a rather groundbreaking conjecture, and the enchanting branch in his hand also provides sufficient conditions for completing this conjecture, but the problem that has prevented him from turning this conjecture into actual action so far is
"The Undead Asylum Demons and the Black Knights have all disappeared."
The road leading to the Northern Undead Asylum, that is, the gate at the end of the road that he and his companions took to the Bird's Nest after defeating the Undead Asylum demons, is open, welcoming everyone who comes back to visit. He can even see the traces left by the Undead Asylum demons on the ground.
In other words, only one day has passed and the Undead Asylum demons will not appear in the Senn dungeon again.
What about the Black Knight? Judging from his elite-level strength, he was a rare monster, and he probably wouldn't be revived in just one day.
"There's no way to put my guess into practice. Forget it, I didn't come here for this anyway."
Hervey carefully put the Charming Branch, a very precious and rare item in Skamiron, into his arms. This thing can have miraculous effects on the battlefield and is very popular among the members of the Spark Church.
The people of the Spark Church are good at taking out all kinds of strange props on the battlefield to participate in the battle. They seem to have a supply channel that no one else knows about. Some of the latest props produced in the Sean Dungeon can quickly come into their hands. Taking advantage of the information gap when the enemy does not understand the effects of these props, they can often generate considerable profits.
“Gurgle gurgle.”
Hervey walked towards the gate of the Northern Undead Asylum while carrying the bird eggs he had looted from the bird's nest and drinking the egg liquid in big gulps. It seemed that he was preparing to go there again.
His original purpose was to return to the Northern Undead Asylum.
As for the way to go back, you can think of it as long as you use your imagination a little more.
He shrank in front of the giant bird at the Firelink Shrine, making himself look like a bird egg. As a result, he was successfully caught by the giant bird and finally flew back to the Northern Undead Asylum.
This is not a giant bird, it's clearly a shuttle bus!
When he found that this trick really worked, Hervey praised himself in his heart as a genius. If he was not a genius, how could he come up with this method without any hints?
"At least, those guys from the Holy Light Church probably can't be as talented as me."
He walked through the road he had come from, passed through the courtyard where the demons of the Undead Asylum had smashed down, and pushed open the main gate of the Northern Undead Asylum. A damp smell mixed with a strong "human smell" rushed towards him and went straight into his nose.
The so-called human smell is the smell emitted by creatures that meet the definition of human beings when they stay in a narrow and enclosed space for a long time. If you are not sure, you can go find a otaku's room and smell it, and you have to find a sloppy one.
The scales that evolved from the weapon Strangler Dragon Fang combined into four tentacles behind Hervey that looked like Doctor Octopus. Each tentacle held a photo stone at the end, recording all the scenes he saw from different directions.
However, among these photo stones, only one of them had its photo-recording function activated by him, along with its sound-recording function.
"Vinsmo, the other bishops, and my most respected archbishop, the following only represents my own opinion. After receiving the photo stone, you can discuss it among yourselves and make a decision."
Hervey said this as he stopped in front of a cage.
The iron bars of the cell had long been twisted and crooked for various reasons, and the door could not be opened. The undead inside seemed to have turned into real corpses, kneeling on the ground without moving, with lifeless eyes as if staring at the wall.
There are rough reliefs on the wall, and it looks vaguely like a statue of King Gwyn.
"Undead who have committed unknown but serious crimes have been imprisoned in this cell by our Lord Gwyn, the God of Fire. Over time, their sins are absorbed from them. Only after all their sins have been erased will they be allowed into the kingdom of the gods. The undead imprisoned here are also repenting devoutly to the statue of Lord Gwyn."
Footsteps sounded, and he continued to walk towards another place in the Northern Undead Asylum, passing through the dark and narrow passage. One cell after another gradually disappeared behind him, and his voice also drifted away with the cells.
"Prison after prison represents one sinful undead after another. Some cells are empty, which means that Lord Fire God's education has been quite successful. Those whose sins have been successfully washed away have been allowed to leave. However, some are still trapped here. These people are the infidels who are stubbornly resisting."
The strangled dragon fangs turned into flying knives and rushed forward, anticipating the zombie soldiers that would jump out from the ceiling and corners, and the dragon scales turned into chains to bind the zombie soldiers.
"As for these soldiers, let me think about it. Right, let's just treat them as reformed undead, voluntarily staying here as guards in order to help more of their kind reform."
"Well, this also explains why the Black Knights and the Undead Asylum Demons didn't attack the zombie soldiers. They are all gathered under the banner of Lord Vulcan and share the same ideals and beliefs. What a perfect reason."
Having said this, he continued to walk forward. The bound zombie soldiers were immediately torn into scattered pieces of flesh and blood after they left the range of the photo stone.
"The relief here has a special meaning. It must be the God of Fire."
"The shapes and formations of the moss here are very interesting, perhaps a revelation from the gods."
"That zombie's movements are pretty good. No, I can't make it up. Bishops, please do as you please."
With no one around him and no one to communicate with, Hervey turned into a typical chatterbox and talked non-stop in the Northern Undead Asylum.
The most important thing is that the content of what he said seemed a bit weird, and at first glance it sounded like nonsense, but his expression was quite serious when he spoke.
This is the expression of someone who is conscientiously completing their work.
At the end, he stopped.
In front of him was the familiar wall that had been knocked open by the big iron ball. Behind the scattered bricks was the body of the Astra Senior Knight.
It should be a corpse now. After all, the opponent did not stand up again. If possible, Hervey also wanted to avoid fighting with the opponent again.
All four image stones were aimed at Senior Knight Astra, and Hervey slowly spoke:
"A respectable knight came here to fulfill his mission. That mission must be the ritual that continues the world—the passing of the flame. So, it's certain that this respectable knight is, to some extent, a great elder of our Spark Church. We can give him an important status to worship. As for why he came to the Northern Undead Asylum, can we just assume that he came to find like-minded companions?"
Hervey seemed to be particularly interested in the knight and said a lot of things to his corpse.
At first, these words sounded like serious speculations about the history that had happened in the Sion dungeon, but the more they were said, the more it sounded like wild history, and in the end it was so wild that it couldn't be wilder.
It was to the extent that Princess Selene shook her head after hearing it, and Prince Temud also waved his hand after hearing it.
But no matter how unconventional his words were, they all revolved around one theme.
That is to say, they try their best to attribute everything they see and hear in the Northern Undead Asylum to their belief, the "God of Fire" Gwyn.
"Well, that's the end of the knight's story. I've said a lot, but this should be enough, right?"
He put away the photo stone and carefully preserved these things. These were the proof of his work.
From his actions just now, we can guess that the job he is doing now is called
Make history!
Hervey is not only one of the leaders of the Spark Knights, but also has another identity.
He is one of the compilers of the Church of Starfire's doctrine, and his main responsibility is to expand the deeds of the God of Fire Gwyn!
Just like what he said just now, today's work is a preliminary explanation. After processing the various details of the Northern Undead Asylum, he will form a unique understanding and send it to the church to let the church make the final decision or modify it, and finally use it in doctrine.
How should I put it? Sometimes this job is fun, but sometimes it is really tiring.
"Alas, I used to be a researcher who focused on details and the truth. How did I become like this now?"
Hervey sighed deeply, scratched his head and said to himself:
"How did it become like this now that people can make up anything just to get the job done?"
Since the information in the Sen Dungeon is too scattered, if adventurers want to know something, they may have to find out from the introduction of weapons, armor, magic book pages, or even flowers and plants on the roadside.
This caused considerable trouble to those who were dedicated to sorting out all kinds of information about the Sen Dungeon. Hervey was also deeply affected by this. His desk was filled with various things from the Sen Dungeon, which he looked at over and over again.
And even after reading it, one may not necessarily gain anything, because there is still a lot that he needs to use his own imagination.
One day, when Hervey discovered that his hairline had receded due to this kind of thing, he finally had an epiphany.
"Most of it is just my imagination anyway, so I might as well be more free!"
So, he became what he is now.
I have to say, after my thought came to light, I felt that the world became wider.
After changing his philosophy, he became more and more adept at composing history, and was highly praised by the church. Now, whenever the church reaches a new area of the Senn dungeon, they are willing to ask him to compose history.
"Anyway, the right thing to do is to get this information out as soon as possible and mail it to the bishops. If we delay, who knows what kind of trouble those guys from the Wild Forest Church will come up with."
It is the basic responsibility of church managers to build a sufficient and legendary history for their church and the gods they believe in.
There is no church today that does not do this; it is the church’s basic practice.
This link is even more important for the Spark Church, which was born out of the Sen Dungeon. In addition to Hervey, there are other historians active in the church.
Everyone is responsible for weaving great gods for the believers and providing help, and the believers reciprocate with faith and support, thus forming a virtuous circle that allows the Spark Church to prosper.
Hervey walked towards the outside in a hurry, because he was not the only one who had his eyes on the Northern Undead Asylum.
One of the rebels' allies, the Wildwood Church has recently set its sights on the Senn dungeon and wants to participate in the history-making.
The god of nature they believe in claims that everything in the world is the incarnation of the god of nature, so they often use this as an excuse to try to increase the reputation of other churches, and many churches have been disgusted by them.
As the popularity of the Senn Dungeon grew, the Wildwood Church gradually began to pay attention to this dungeon.
Even though the god of nature they believe in seems to have nothing to do with the gods in the Senn dungeon, for the Wildwood Church believers, who are all addicted to poisonous mushrooms and often do some indescribable behaviors, they are very satisfied with the history they have made up that is barely related, and the believers believe in whatever they want.
When they were besieging Anleisi and the others, the Wild Forest Church also sent some capable men over, and they are probably sneaking in at this moment.
Therefore, Hevedi had to pass on his achievements before the Wildwood Church compiled the Northern Undead Asylum into their own history, so that he could seize the initiative.
"Haha, I must be first this time."
He ran all the way out of the Northern Undead Asylum and charged towards the giant bird's nest.
As he stepped into the courtyard where he had previously fought the demons from the Undead Asylum.
“Boom!”
The ground collapsed.
(End of this chapter)
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