After the flames, only the scorched earth remained.

The black-robed priest walked on this lifeless land, his empty gaze swept over the corpses on the ground, and then opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he only let out a long sigh.

Lost......

From the moment he was powerless to stop the firestorm from coming, the scales of victory and defeat began to deflect again, inevitably tilting towards the other end, and he ...... At this moment, like a gambler who has lost all his weight, he can only wait and watch the fate that will come, and hope in vain on miracles.

"May Allah have mercy on ......"

The priest humbly bowed his head, his hands folded on his shoulders, forming a secret ritual necessary for prayer - all he could do now was pray, after all, he was only a mid-level clergyman, and the legion illusion of deceiving the five senses had burned his spirit to the ground, and there was only chaos left in his mind, and there was no way to build a bridge to communicate with the gods to borrow divine power, and even prayers could not reach the heavens.

But in this way, at least it can calm him down - the habit he has developed over the years, no matter how bad the situation, as long as he maintains a posture of prayer, his state of mind can naturally calm down, although the current mental filling cannot communicate the will of the gods, but at least it can calm him down and calmly analyze the situation.

Defeat is inevitable.

The priest swept across the battlefield with a calm gaze, and the flame storm that had just raged left behind about a dozen corpses, although they still had a considerable advantage in numbers, but on the whole, they were defeated and retreated under the attack of the elves - that's right, the battle formation that originally divided the battlefield and annihilated the enemy's living forces became the biggest defeat at this moment, and after the solid barrier of the enemy fighters was broken, they were attacked on both sides by the counterattack of the elves with high morale, and the situation was allowed to deteriorate, regardless of it, they were all annihilated here, and it's not impossible.

But...... What to do?

Unconsciously, the Red Lotus Flame that had just fallen in his mind came to his mind—just the right amount of power, just the right time, just the right amount of damage—just an ordinary high-level spell that instantly buried the great situation he had so hard to create, and reversed the scales of victory.

What an amazing guy.

The black-robed priest let out such an exclamation, and his hollow gaze gradually deepened, and finally covered it with a dark shadow of night.

He was hesitating.

Although as a priest, he was supposed to give everything he had to the gods, but before he was a believer, he was an ordinary man, a husband with a virtuous wife, a father with a lovely daughter—if he could, he didn't want to die, he didn't want to die here.

But fate did not give him the power to choose.

Closing his eyes with difficulty, the warm and bright smiles of his wife and daughter were gradually swallowed up by the darkness - no more, no more, even if he relied on the illusion fixed on his body to temporarily escape from the battlefield to escape pursuit, he could not escape the gaze of the gods, and sooner or later he would be arrested by the knights of the Trial, lose his glory and trust, and be imprisoned at the bottom of the black prison by the inquisition of inhumanity, tortured to death, and his soul would be baked by the pillar of flames forever......

In any case, death is inevitable, so why not be dissatisfied with the kingdom that has been brought to the Lord with glory?

At the very least, the martyr's position in the church is exalted, and no one is unhappy with the dead. And his wife and daughter, the church will also give the best pension, there is no need to worry about money for the rest of her life, if the daughter has the talent to practice magic, the church will even send her to the Tonatiu Academy, and bear all the expenses - it is a holy place recognized by all clergy, it is the best school of magic, and the annual tuition fee is an astronomical amount for a clergyman from a small church like him......

Well, it's decided.

The black-robed priest reopened his eyes and looked around indifferently, ignoring the Templars who were still resisting, but calmly took a step, as if on a pilgrimage, maintaining a posture of prayer, step by step, without dodging, or concealing, towards the location where the elves had gathered.

However, everyone on the battlefield, including the Templars, turned a blind eye to his arrival.

- The divine power of the God of Illusion has deceived everyone's perception from the beginning, and the only one who has the ability to see through the false and see through the truth is Monia who has the vision of the ether, and now...... The little mage was in a coma because of the over-the-top spell just now, and he couldn't do anything about what was about to happen.

The priest didn't know how lucky he was, he was accustomed to turning a blind eye to others, so he didn't have the slightest fluctuation in his demeanor, and still maintained an unhurried pace, passing through a Templar who was still resisting stubbornly, passing through an elven warrior who was becoming more and more courageous, stopping where several badly wounded elves were guarding with swords, and then fell to his knees, his head bowed, and his black robes almost enveloped his body.

"My lord......"

Maintaining the ritual of prayer, he whispered.

"Thou art the great born out of the unreal, thou art the wanderer of the sea of dreams, thy gaze can see through all the vanity of the world, thy will is the only truth in the world, I am willing to walk in thy way, spread thy will, spread thy glory, let the world know thy name, let the world fear thy name, thou art the only master of the illusory throne, thou art the supreme lord of the realm of truth, and I hereby bow down to thee and call upon thy name in thy righteousness—burn this sinful body and give the crown of thorns, The souls of all dissidents will be reduced to illusion forever! ”

Barely constructing a spiritual channel that connects the will of the gods, the priest is ready for martyrdom.

He is only a mid-level priest, and he does not yet have the authority to truly contact the will of the gods, so it is impossible for him to be like the ascetic who believes in the way of destruction, and invoke the vast will of the gods, all he can do is to take himself as the core, draw the infinite power of the gods, and detonate it, summoning a blazing white light that is enough to level the world in front of him, and incinerate everything including himself.

Finally settled down, abandoning all distractions, he called out the name of the One.

The next moment, time froze in his eyes, and his soul was pulled by some great power to exalt his body, and ascend upward, ascending into a pure white kingdom, and coming into contact with a great will that encompassed everything like the sea—that was the will of the Lord, and this is also the kingdom of the Lord—as a believer, he immediately recognized where he was, but at the same time, he fell into deep confusion and hesitation—a low- and middle-class believer like him, whose faith was still some distance from piety, How can we ascend into the kingdom of the Lord and meet the Most High Lord?

However, doubts have only just arisen and have been put down.

It was only because the Most Holy One had already spoken, and the mighty divine might came to his face.

"May they be my eyes."

Looking at the faint believer beneath the throne, the master of the illusory throne, the lord of the sea of dreams, asked.

The black-robed priest did not answer, nor did he need to answer, he just prostrate himself on the ground, waiting for the prophecy.

"Watch for me what is happening on the mountains and peaks." The high god did not show the slightest surprise at the priest's reaction, he just stared at the prostrate believer, his silver-gray eyes did not contain any human emotion, "My will is with you, mortal." ”

Before the words fell, the dreamlike kingdom collapsed in an instant, the priest's soul seemed to be pulled down by an invisible hand, and the transcendent perspective returned to the body, and when he opened his eyes, everything in front of him almost did not change, the only change was probably - no prayer, no ritual, he could now feel the presence of the will of the high gods at all times, and the eyes of the gods were always on him.

"My lord, my lord, you are above all else."

Whispering the praises of the gods he believed in, the black-robed priest did not continue to draw the divine power to descend.

There's no need anymore.

He will bear the gaze of the gods and witness what is about to happen in the land of mountains - the task assigned by the Church of the Gods is indeed important, but as a practitioner of the will of the gods on earth, he will no longer be bound by the decrees of the Church of the Gods, because his will symbolizes the will of the gods to a certain extent - the will of the gods is supreme and inviolable—this is the first article written in the "Holy Covenant" between man and God, and it is an absolute one that cannot be tampered with.

"I will witness all this, with my eyes."

The priest whispered to himself, then stood up.

Like a ghost who does not exist, he walks through the battlefield without hurrying—during this time, he does not glance at the Templars or elven warriors, but just walks on his own—and it is a waste of time to continue to stop and observe a battle where the outcome of the battle is decided.

The gods don't care about this.

But...... The changes that are going to take place here.

So, goodbye.

At the end of the battlefield, the priest finally stopped, turned slightly sideways, and took one last look at the bloody disarray of corpses everywhere, as if to take this scene into his mind, and maintained this posture for a long time, then turned around and wrapped himself more tightly in his black robe.

"I'll witness it all."

The priest who took a new step and gradually disappeared between the peaks of the mountains said, and a pair of silver-gray eyes were faintly reflected in his dark eyes, which were reflected...... God's Eyes.

The eyes of God will know all the secrets of the world.

PS: This is the second chapter, and there is the third chapter, but after three chapters, can I say that I am a phantom of 10,000 strong people every day (laughs)

PS2: I was still hesitant to write the title of God's Righteous Eye?