A person who did not care about personal gains and losses and was willing to turn into a firefly for the lofty ideals in his heart would always be awe-inspiring.
Even though Demacia's character had always been eccentric, he still could not get rid of his cynical habit in Elven Nation. At this moment, when he heard Old John's words, it was difficult for him not to be shocked.
Elven Nation was a game, but it was more than just a game.
This was a colorful world. In this world, every NPC had its own story, every NPC had its own ideas, and every NPC might interact with players.
The interactions between players and NPCs always affected each other, the world, the magnificent game plot of Segers, and the epic wheel of history that kept moving forward.
To the NPCs living in this world and to the players wandering in this world, this was a real world.
It was a world full of fantasies and adventures, filled with all kinds of legends and stories …
As the first player to know Old John, Demacia still clearly remembered the other party's down-and-out.
However, in less than a year, the other party transformed from a miner who did not know what to eat to a fighter who was willing to fight for his beliefs and sacrifice himself for his beliefs.
That's right, fighter.
Demacia really wanted to use this word to call Old John in his eyes now.
Although the dungeon was damp, dark, and silent, Old John's body seemed to be shining with a dazzling brilliance at this moment.
His gaze was so bright, like the light in the darkness.
Looking at Old John's gentle smile, Demacia thought of a sentence he heard when he was studying for no reason.
"It is precisely because of countless martyrs who shed their blood one after another in exchange for our happy life today …"
He suddenly felt that this sentence was also very suitable for the current world of Segers.
Would the Church of Life and the Goddess bring change to the human world of the Segers?
Of course.
Although Demacia, as the designer of the scripture and the main promoter of the plot, knew very well that the deeper reason behind this change was to strengthen the power of the goddess and destroy the enemies of the goddess.
However, this could not deny that the Holy Bible of Life, which had incorporated some of the Blue Planet's ideas, was far more brilliant than the teachings of the current Eternal Church. It was also more suitable for the development of extraordinary powers that had reached a bottleneck, especially in the World of Segus, where magic was beginning to recover …
They were the Chosen Ones of the Elves. While playing the game, they did bring hope to the ordinary people in this dark age.
Demacia did not doubt at all that the beautiful visions and the beautiful future that he had described to his believers when he was fooling them would inevitably come true with the radiance of the goddess.
This was his confidence in the goddess, his confidence in the players, and his confidence in himself.
It was precisely because of this that he was shaken when he truly felt the fanaticism in John Senior's heart and the spirit of being willing to sacrifice everything for his beliefs.
That feeling was hard to describe with words.
It was like casually playing a game of building blocks, but suddenly realizing at the end of the game that what he was building was not just building blocks but a world.
And this was perhaps the greatest charm of "Elven Kingdom".
At this moment, Demacia suddenly felt that perhaps he was witnessing the history of the world of Segers.
As for himself, he was also a participant, a promoter, and a portrayer of this magnificent period of history …
Perhaps one day in the future, the history books and classics of the world of Segers would also leave his name, Demacia, with great color, right?
What a pity.
If he had known earlier, he would have learned from Brother Mu and directly used his real name to create a game ID.
"What do I need to do?"
Demacia asked.
His tone was no longer as frivolous as it usually was. Instead, it had become solemn.
At this moment, he was really serious.
"Of course, you have to play to the strengths of the Chosen Ones of the Elves and your personal strengths."
John Senior said gently.
With that said, he took a deep look at Demacia.
"Sir Demacia, I know that your Amway business network covers the entire continent, and I also know that during this period, you have secretly made great contributions to the spread of the Goddess' faith …"
"And now, I want to borrow your power again to spread the news of what happened in Manya City …"
After hearing John Senior's words, Demacia understood.
He knew what John Senior wanted him to do.
The spread of the Life Church's faith in the world of Segers had vaguely reached a climax, and the brewing power had gradually expanded to an incredible extent.
Now, what was needed was a fire.
A fire that completely ignited the fighting spirit of the believers and awakened the ordinary people who were still sinking into oblivion.
This fire was John Senior.
However, fire was not enough because the power of the Eternal Church was still strong, and the fire could be extinguished.
Therefore, a gust of wind was needed. A gust of wind that could blow up the fire, strengthen the fire, and spread the fire …
That was the battle of public opinion that players were best at.
"I understand. For the next period of time, I won't do anything else. I'll be with you until the last moment."
"I'll also record everything that happens next and use all the forces we can mobilize to spread the news …"
Demacia said seriously.
For some reason, once he decided to be serious and put himself in the shoes of John Senior, he inexplicably felt a sense of loftiness and a sense of mission.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that he more or less understood Cyber's feelings when he did the Frost Elves mission.
It would be great if there was a BGM at this time.
Demacia could not help but think as he looked at John Senior, who received a satisfactory response and continued to preach to the prisoners gently, as if he was bathed in holy light.
As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, heavy background music slowly sounded in his ears, making Demacia slightly stunned.
It was music that he had never heard before. It was still elvish, but it was no longer ethereal and soothing. It had become vicissitudes of life, heavy, and epic …
In the unseen world, Demacia seemed to see a wheel of history that kept rolling forward. He saw warriors who were pushing the wheel forward without regard for themselves …
There were players, NPCs, and all kinds of people.
Demacia was slightly solemn.
He sighed softly, scratched his throat, and vomited out a storage ring. Then, he took out a magic projector stone that recorded images from the ring.
Pointing the magic projector stone at Old John, he began to record.
At the same time, he transferred a blank text document in the game system and named it "Demacia's Diary".
But soon, he thought about it and removed the original name and changed it to "Star Fire" …
…
The other prisoners and dungeon guards were not very clear about the communication and cooperation between Old John and Demacia.
After Demacia paid the players' money, he dismissed the boss group.
He did not plan to go anywhere else recently. Instead, he decided to stay in Dororia Castle Prison.
To be more precise, he stayed by Old John's side.
He used the magic projector stone, system screen recording, and documents to record the anecdotes of Old John's preaching in the dungeon. He also recorded the various doctrines and insights that Old John imparted to the prisoners during his sermons.
As a bystander, he began to record the story of John, the Blessed.
Old John's understanding of the doctrine of Life exceeded Demacia's imagination.
It could even be said that he considered more than him, the compiler of the Sacred Scripture of Life.
He had not been in contact with the Church of Life for long, but his understanding of the Goddess's doctrine had long been penetrated. He often drew inferences from one case and spoke of profound truths. Sometimes, even Demacia himself could not help but have a deep thought and a sense of realization about some of the insights and views that the other party said.
At this time, he had to admit that the existence that could be recognized as a Blessed by the Goddess really had some skills.
At the same time, Demacia also realized that John, the Blessed, was able to develop almost all the prisoners and guards in the dungeon into believers of Life in such a short time. He really had this ability.
More than once, he saw with his own eyes that the vicious prisoners were reduced to tears. They swore to repent, throw themselves into the arms of the Goddess, and become a devout believer of Life.
Among them, there was even a guard transferred in from outside the dungeon midway, a believer of the Eternal Church.
In this way, time passed day by day, and more and more prisoners converted to the Church of Life. In Demacia's [Eye of Faith], the believers' faith became more and more devout …
It was not until seven days later that the dungeon guard captain came to the cell where Old John was locked up in a panic and brought bad news.
"Teacher, bad news. We heard that the Eternal Pope has issued an edict to put you on trial in the Sacred Square of Mania in three days!"
Hearing the dungeon guard's words, the entire dungeon instantly exploded. Everyone began to curse the Eternal Church, and anger continued to spread among the believers.
However, Old John's expression was very calm.
He had been waiting for this day for a long time.
"Teacher, I've already contacted the higher-ups. They can quietly send you out before this!"
The guard captain continued to speak to Old John.
"No, no need."
Old John shook his head gently.
"This is a battle I have to experience. Leaving means escaping. Not to mention, if I leave, who will bear the wrath of the Eternal Church?"
His voice was as gentle as ever.
Looking at his firm gaze, even if they did not hear his conversation with Demacia, the prisoners and guards seemed to have understood something.
They looked at Old John with a complicated gaze, and beyond the complexity, it was also filled with admiration, respect, and sorrow.
"Teacher … There are still more people outside who need you to spread hope. You … you can't fall here."
"Wolf Claw," Charles said in a deep voice.
Old John smiled slightly and said indifferently, "There is only one John.
"There's only one Blessed John. How much can he do? But if John's story can awaken countless people, one John after another, that will truly bring hope and light to this era …"
"The power of a single person is ultimately insignificant, but if everyone can contribute a little bit of power and gather it, it will form a power that can overturn everything and create everything …"
"We can create miracles."
After saying that, Old John looked at everyone in the dungeon and said solemnly,
"Everyone, no matter what you have done in the past, since you have accepted the teachings of the Church of Life, then … we are comrades."
"I'm just a preacher. Since all of you were able to be locked up in this notorious prison, then everyone's abilities must be outstanding."
"I hope that after you leave here, you can remember the beliefs in your hearts. For the Goddess, for the beautiful future, work hard …"
"Teacher, do you mean that one day in the future, we will be able to leave this impenetrable prison?"
After hearing Old John's words, a prisoner could not help but ask.
Old John smiled slightly.
"Of course, in this world, there is nothing that can never be breached. If there is, it's just that the power isn't strong enough."
After saying that, he looked at the dungeon's guard captain again.
"Mr. Guard, I can't leave, but I want to ask you for a favor."
"Teacher, please speak."
The guard captain's expression turned solemn.
Old John glanced at Demacia, who was recording everything with a magic projection stone with a complicated expression, and continued, "I hope that you can help me.
"I hope that you can send Sir Demacia out. Compared to me, he needs to go out and do something more meaningful."
The guard captain looked at Demacia, then at the resolute Old John, sighed, and nodded.
"I understand, Teacher."
…
In the end, Demacia took the lead to leave the prison.
With the help of the dungeon guards, it wasn't difficult for the guards to use their connections to bring him out. He was just a small prisoner who didn't even have a record with the church.
There were many prisoners like him who charged at the city guards and were caught in the past six months. They weren't valued, and no one cared if there were more or less of them.
As long as it didn't attract the attention of the Magistrate Knights, it was nothing.
However, after leaving Castle Dororia Prison, Demacia didn't go far. Instead, he stopped near the large square in the city.
He was waiting.
He was waiting for the upcoming battle between the Favored.
At the same time, the Eternal Church also spread the news of the trial of John, the Favored of the God of Life who preached in the human world …
Three days later, the Magistrate Knights came to Castle Dororia Prison and took Old John away.
As the largest gathering place in all of Holy Mania and even the Segers, the Sacred Square, which was more than two million square meters in area, also welcomed a sea of people.
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