"Sigh, as I said, the waters of the human kingdom are very deep, and the newbies can't grasp it at all. If they're not careful, they'll be doomed eternally …"
Looking at the names dimming in the team list one by one and the crazy complaints of the newbie players in the chat channel, Demacia sighed helplessly.
Forget it, the boss team had come out for nothing this time.
However … if he could save John Senior, he might be able to recoup his losses.
A rough kick came from behind, and Demacia was kicked into a dungeon.
The dungeon was dark and damp, and only the dim magic lamps hanging on the walls emitted a faint glow. The visibility was very poor.
However, as an elf, Demacia had very strong night vision to begin with, and could see the surrounding scene clearly.
This should be a rather large dungeon with no end in sight, and many prisoners were imprisoned in the cages on both sides.
Vaguely, Demacia seemed to hear a faint prayer coming from the depths of the dungeon. It didn't seem to be from one person, but like a group of people praying devoutly.
However, when he tried to listen carefully, the voice disappeared again, as if it had been alarmed.
Demacia was curious.
He couldn't help but secretly activate the Eye of Faith to see what was going on.
However, when he activated this skill that could check faith, he was instantly stunned.
He saw that in the cages on both sides of the dungeon, the light of faith on the prisoners was neither the green of the non-believers nor the red of the believers, but most of them were white …
White … That was the color of the Life Church's shallow believers!
Not only that, if he wasn't mistaken, there seemed to be a lot of blue mixed in.
That was a devout believer!
Good heavens!
Were all the believers of the Life Church locked in this dungeon?
Even considering the recent tense relationship between the Eternal Church and the Life Church, Demacia had long been prepared, but he was still shocked by the number of Life Church believers in the dungeon.
However, there was one thing that was very strange.
Their faith was fanatical enough for the guards to capture the Life Church believers here. No matter what, their level of faith should be above the devout level, or even directly a fanatic, right?
Take himself as an example. Apart from players, only devout believers or even fanatics would be able to charge at the city guards on the street like him without any regard for their lives.
But here, most of them were still pale white.
Isn't the number of shallow believers here a bit too much?
Demacia sized up the level of faith in the dungeon in amazement. The guard who escorted him pinched his nose and frowned as he shouted into the depths of the dungeon.
"Where are the guards? We caught another lunatic from the Life Church. Hurry up and lock him up. "
He could not help but cover his mouth and nose, as if he was rather uncomfortable with the smell in the dungeon.
After a long while, the two prison guards slowly walked over.
However, when Demacia saw the two dungeon guards, or to be more precise, the Light of Faith on their bodies that was so blue that it was almost purple, his eyes widened instantly.
F * ck!
What did he see?
The dungeon guards are also believers of life?
Moreover, he was about to become a fanatic?
By the Goddess, is this the Dorolian Castle prison for political prisoners and heretics?
How did the guards become his own people?
No … wait, they also have NPC frames!
This was a rare NPC that had awakened to a blue level!
At this moment, Demacia's expression was quite interesting.
Unlike his strange expression, the two dungeon guards seemed to be quite calm.
However, the observant Demacia noticed that the gaze that they cast on him from time to time was warm.
It was different from the guards who escorted him. It was a gaze that looked at one of his own people.
Although it was hidden deep, under the observation of Demacia who had excellent night vision, it was not difficult to capture the trace of emotion in the depths of their eyes.
"Thank you for your hard work."
One of the dungeon guards who was obviously the captain said to the guards who escorted Demacia.
His attitude was gentle.
But Demacia who had already sensed it in advance vaguely felt that under the gentleness, there was actually a deep alienation.
The guard waved his hand as if he did not care about his words.
Or rather, it was more like they were too lazy to talk to the dungeon guards who were almost integrated into the dirty and smelly dungeon.
After the two rudely left Demacia behind, they left this place as if they did not want to stay here at all.
The dungeon returned to darkness again.
The two dungeon guards sized up Demacia, nodded to each other, and actually reached out to untie him.
Then, under Demacia's shocked gaze, they said respectfully:
"You are the Elven Chosen One, right? Teacher is waiting for you inside … "
Demacia: …
Wait, he really came to a dungeon that held prisoners, and not the underground base of the Church of Life?!
He opened his mouth, and there were countless curses in his heart that he wanted to spit out.
He expected that he would not be able to find his target after entering the dungeon; he expected that he would be locked up alone and lose his freedom; he also expected that this rumored indestructible castle prison would be heavily guarded and that he would not be able to move around freely …
But he did not expect the situation in front of him!
However, vaguely, Demacia felt that he had already guessed what happened in the dungeon.
Elven Chosen One …
Teacher …
Demacia could not help but look into the depths of the dungeon. A somewhat ridiculous but possibly true thought appeared in his mind.
"Teacher?"
He carefully probed.
"Yes, Teacher Sir John."
The dungeon guard answered devoutly.
Demacia: …
There was always someone better than you.
He suddenly felt that perhaps his missionary ability was not as powerful as he thought …
Following the dungeon guard, Demacia walked into the depths of the dungeon as if he was taking a stroll in his own backyard.
The deeper he went, the more his eyelids twitched.
The Light of Faith!
In the cells on both sides, the Light of Faith of the Goddess flickered!
Good heavens, starting from white, and the deeper he went, the more blue there was. Some of the blue had already started to turn purple like the dungeon guard!
That was a sign of turning into a fanatic!
Almost all of the prisoners in this dungeon had been turned into believers of life!
This … How much Priest EXP was this worth!
Seeing this scene, Demacia's expression was very colorful and sorrowful.
Seriously speaking, the motivation that supported him to sneak into Dororia Castle Prison was not only to save Old John, but also because he wanted to use his rich missionary experience to teach his friends in the prison a political and ideological lesson.
After all … There was nothing more suitable than here to deceive, ah no, to attract "fellow believers".
However, he never thought that this place had already been dyed with the color of the Goddess.
Demacia had no doubt that if it were not for the heavy security outside the dungeon, and even the rumor that there were legendary professions and clergymen in the castle, these people would have already joined forces to rush out …
After so many years of accumulation, everyone in the dungeon was definitely a ruthless character. If they all became believers of the Goddess, their energy would definitely be terrifying!
Of course, to be able to hold so many prisoners, Dororia Castle Prison was not to be trifled with. Even with Demacia's assistance, the prisoners could still rush out if they united, but they would probably suffer heavy losses.
But as long as he could save John, it was enough for Demacia.
Under the guidance of the dungeon guard, Demacia came to the end of the dungeon, in a very large cell.
In the center of the cell, a dim magic lamp emitted a soft light, and a middle-aged man with a ramrod straight back was sitting on the ground.
It was none other than Old John.
His body seemed to emit a faint radiance, which was the manifestation of the power of faith.
However, the anti-magic shackles on his body were not removed, because it was not something an ordinary dungeon guard could manage. Only the church's court could manage it.
But even so, his body was still brimming with the light of faith.
That only meant one thing.
Even if his power was imprisoned, his faith could still break through the shackles to a certain extent!
This was the manifestation of the sublimation of faith …
Demacia's expression turned solemn.
In his [Eye of Faith], Old John's light of faith was no longer the pale gold of an ordinary God's Chosen.
Instead, it had become a dazzling gold that emitted specks of golden photons.
That was a scene he could only see on Big Sis and Alice!
That was a color that only a Saint and God's Chosen could have!
Even Old John's NPC avatar frame was no longer purple epic, but an extremely rare golden legendary!
At this moment, Demacia's eyes widened, and his heart beat wildly.
No wonder he could sense him from so far away. The purity of the other party's faith had surpassed that of a fanatic and reached the level of a true Saint!
This was the highest-level NPC other than the Goddess and a few Mythics!
He swore that he must ride on Old John's coattails this time!
At this moment, Demacia had automatically ignored his previous thoughts of "grandmaster and grand-disciple" and so on. Instead, he began to think about how to kneel down and lick Old John's coattails.
Riding on his coattails, a golden NPC was not shabby.
Old John's expression was calm as he softly explained the teachings of the Goddess of Life to the people around him.
Sitting around him were prisoners of all shapes and sizes. Every prisoner looked at him with eyes full of respect.
"Mentor, the Lord Chosen One has arrived."
The dungeon guard's respectful voice interrupted his soft explanation.
Old John raised his head and looked at Demacia.
He smiled slightly.
"Long time no see, Lord Demacia."
He still remembers me!
No, he actually recognized me!
Demacia was surprised and delighted.
After glancing at his considerable favorability with the other party, Demacia suppressed the excitement in his heart and said solemnly, "Mr. John, you've suffered a lot.
"Mr. John, you've suffered. I'm here to rescue you."
However, Old John smiled and shook his head gently.
"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Demacia, but I'm fine here."
Fine?
Demacia couldn't help but look at the dirty and messy environment around him with a strange expression.
As if noticing his expression, Old John explained gently, "The continent on the continent is filled with the most confused children.
"The most lost children of the entire continent are gathered here. Isn't it a very blissful thing to be able to guide everyone here and light up everyone's hearts?"
Demacia was speechless.
He resisted the desire to complain in his heart, sighed softly, and said,
"Mr. John, the situation on the continent is getting more and more delicate. We have more and more conflicts with the Eternal Church, and the mobilization of Judgement Knights from all over the world is becoming more and more frequent. I'm afraid war … is not far away."
"Once the war begins, you, as a Chosen One, are likely to be used as a sacrifice by the Eternal Church. As far as I know, this is not uncommon in wars of faith …"
"I have a disposable artifact that can exert mythical power and break through the blessings of the True God of the castle."
"With the Life Believers you've developed here, we can break out in one fell swoop."
As he spoke, Demacia had inadvertently used honorifics.
To be able to develop so many Life Believers in such a short period of time, Old John was indeed worthy of respect.
However, after hearing his words, Old John still shook his head.
"What can we do if we escape?"
Demacia was slightly taken aback.
"Of course, we'll continue to escape and return to our territory!"
He said subconsciously.
"But in the process, how many people will die? Is the purpose just for my safety? How many Life Believers will be sacrificed for me? "
Old John asked again.
Demacia was speechless.
Having just been escorted to the dungeon, he could be considered to have glimpsed a corner of Castle Dororia's prison. This was indeed a very strict fortress.
To be honest, any guard patrolling the castle gave him a feeling of trepidation or a powerful aura.
Oh, the same went for the dungeon guards. Their strength was probably at least at the Lower Gold level, but they had already been instigated by Old John.
"Lord Demacia."
Old John sighed softly.
"I can vaguely guess what the Eternal Pope wants to do by locking me up here … It's nothing more than to execute me before the war starts, or even humiliate me severely before the execution, and even the Life Church."
"However, what he wants to do is exactly what I want to do."
"I'm looking forward to meeting him, and I'm also looking forward to discussing our respective beliefs and doctrines with him. In my opinion, we need to have such a confrontation."
"This is a test for me and also a training for me."
"Although the faith of the Goddess is constantly growing in the Segers, unlike you Elves, the faith of us humans is still too scattered."
"We … need an opportunity, an opportunity to truly ignite the faith in everyone's hearts, so that everyone can completely awaken and unite as one …"
"At the same time, it's also an opportunity to let the people on the continent who are still confused see the fall of the Empire and the hypocrisy of the Church …"
"And I'm willing to be that torch."
With that, Old John raised his head and looked at Demacia with a burning gaze. He said earnestly.
"Lord Demacia, I want to be the light that lights up the people's faith. Can you help me in this process?"
Demacia was slightly startled.
This time, his gaze was completely complicated.
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