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I don't know why, it's completely contrary to the nature of the undead. I walked towards the statue with An Ling, there was not a trace of dust on the ground, the candlestick above the completely decorative windowsill was also scorching and shining, and it was very bright to be wiped by someone, and even so, I still felt like I was walking in the ruins that had been abandoned for a long time.

Because there is not a trace of human breath here, as if there has never been a human here.

Even if humans leave, there should be some residual breath, and this church is really weird everywhere. The summoner and I walked up to the statue that radiated light, "It's the god of light," An Ling said. It was only then that I took a closer look at the statue, a very ordinary human face, dressed in the same clothes as a mage's robes, white all over the body, and without the wings of an angel on its back, which was different from what I had imagined.

The statue was smiling, but after a long period of staring, I felt a chilling coldness in this smile, a feeling of indifference to everything.

I shivered all over, and the coldness even affected my soul. I bent my bones into a fist and struck at the not-so-large statue, for I suddenly became disgusted with the face, which was my psychological reaction to the contempt.

I felt like I was beating in cotton, soft and without touching the physical sensation. The outside of the idol is wrapped in this white light, but my bone fist is already wrapped in a layer of dark element, and this light energy is canceled out, how can I not touch the entity of the idol.

My hands remained in this position, and I felt the power around my bones, and in addition to the power of light, there was also a kind of peaceful power that was completely transparent and had no attributes.

There is no sense of resistance or resistance, there is no fluctuation of power, I don't understand what power this is, I have never seen anything like this, I can't say whether it can be called energy or not.

At this moment, this transparent thing actually began to drill down my hand bones towards my body, and where this energy flowed, countless fragments of interlaced large and small semi-circular black and white patterns on the surface of my bones lit up one after another, this is the special thing of my new body.

As far as I know now, this pattern only appears on my body surface when my body is invaded by energy, so this transparent thing hurts me? But I didn't feel the slightest damage to my body, wrapped in my soul and spirit.

I mobilized my will and all the energy in my body to stop this thing from flowing through me, and it had begun to flow into my soul sea.

There is not the slightest effect, neither elemental energy, nor mental power, nor my will is completely ineffective against this transparent energy. When it entered the sea of my soul unhindered, my whole body was already covered with this black and white semicircle, and the summoner next to me asked me what was going on, and I told her that it was okay, that I was absorbing an energy.

I don't know why I say that, but I know I can't bear to let her suffer any more harm, not even mentally.

This kind of transparent thing actually passed through the outer layer of my soul sea without hindrance and entered the inner part of the soul sea, and there was no need to find an entrance? It made me feel a kind of panic that I couldn't put into words.

"Don't resist, this is a good thing, hahaha, the Holy See of Light is going to lose a lot this time"

"Cut, it's really a turtle, what's the big loss of this, it's really uninsightful" The voices of the black dragon and Burkitt came at once, no matter what they said, as long as I was in the soul sea, no matter how far away they were from me, I could hear their conversation.

My mind moved, and I came in front of them.

"What did you say earlier," I asked.

"Haha, you've really made a lot of money, this is a good thing, even I've only seen it two or three times before, it's pure and pointless faith." Black Dragon said.

"Faith?" I'm puzzled, relative to spiritual power, shouldn't faith be the same as volitional energy, a real virtual existence?

The black dragon sensed my doubts, and then explained: "The reason why gods are gods is because they all have such things as Godheads, and Godheads need the power of faith to nourish, so every true god needs a large number of believers to accumulate the power of faith. But faith is very peculiar, the belief of each creature is directional, and the power of faith will appear directly on the godhead of the object of worship.

It was not until long after the appearance of the gods that a minor god invented a method.

That is, to make a statue that is similar to your own body, but different from yourself in specific terms, and this image cannot be the same as any other being in this world. Then tell your own believers that this statue is the god of faith. Thus the belief in itself, which is directed to God Himself, begins to point to the statue itself, gathering the power of pure and undirected faith with this small cognitive difference.

Later, this method spread and was widely used by many gods. While they continue to accept directional beliefs, they are still constantly gathering the power of non-directional beliefs as follow-up reserves. The first is that in case a false god becomes a true god, the power of condensing the belief in the godhead is not enough, but as a reward for military merits and the like, it is rewarded to the generals to improve the cohesion of their souls and stimulate the generation of the godhead. The black dragon spoke for a long time before he finished speaking.

"Impossible, how can you, a mortal beast, know so many secrets of the divine realm, even if you were a demigod before, it is impossible for you to know so much." Burkitt exuded a sense of horror and incomprehension in his soul at this time, and his words even trembled slightly.

"Hmph, I said that my depth is not something you can understand, and I know more secrets of the Cult of Light than you think." The black dragon said disdainfully.

"Who the hell are you, you can't be an ordinary ancient dragon." Burkitt shouted loudly at the black dragon.

The black dragon seemed to have lost interest in talking to Burkitt at this time, and ignored him, but looked at me and said: "The Faith Essence has been condensed, but with your current physical fitness and soul strength, you can't absorb this kind of super-level thing, it may exist in your soul sea for a long time, and even if you are immortal, you will never be able to absorb this kind of thing, but now I am more and more curious about your identity." ”

What the black dragon said at this time, it suddenly sounded to me that there was a vague feeling, that is, it was really facing a peerless master, was the black dragon really not as simple as the ancient dragon before, as if there was a nine-ring tiger head knife when controlling the body of the black dragon at that time, called the saboteur chopping blade, it is said to be the weapon of the god of destruction, although I don't know if it is true or not, but the power of destruction is indeed the power of the god of destruction Undoubtedly, this power has only this one source in all the space, it seems that the identity of the black dragon is indeed not simple.

But I don't even know my own identity, so how can I be interested in caring about other identities.

Besides, no matter how peculiar his status was before, he still doesn't have the slightest strength to be imprisoned by me. I followed the black dragon's gaze, and sure enough, there was a colorless, but in this sea of souls that were constantly floating with soul energy, there was a crystal in the shape of the edge that could clearly be displayed, and that was the Faith Essence. I waved my hand lightly, and countless soul energy drove the spirit of faith to float into my hand.

There is not the slightest feeling or fluctuation, as if dragging a stone in your hand that does not contain the slightest element. With a wave of my hand, the soul spirit flew far away, and Burkitt's gaze drifted into the distance with the faith spirit, and the black dragon smashed him the wall of the box, and then bounced back into the black dragon's hand.

"Don't look at it, you won't get it even if you're looking at it, hahaha" The black dragon laughed. Burkitt's face was a little ugly, like a human being told what was going on.

I ignored them, and my consciousness left the sea of souls and explained to An Ling.

At this time, the black and white patterns on the surface of my bones had all been hidden back into my body, and the originally bright idol was now only a faint white light flickering, and with the disappearance of the power of faith, these bright energies gradually began to merge back into nature, turning into violent natural elements.

Before the church was completely darkened, I walked out of the church again with a spirit of peace.

I had no interest in what was inside the church, and there was no trace of energy or breath in my perception. The moment we walked out of the church, countless yellow leaves fell gently in front of us, and I couldn't even look at the summoner who was one step away from me. The leaves came and went as fast as they could, and soon not a single leaf fell, and the summoner and I turned our heads, and the towering trees, which were much taller than the church, were no longer at all left.

Leaves piled up in front of me and the summoner, burying half of me and the summoner. The yellow branches creaked, and with a soft sound, they turned into powder in the sky, and drifted over the entire church with a gust of wind that blew from nowhere.

"It's a pity that this is the only hundred-year-old tree!" An Ling sighed in a low voice.

"If you think like this, how can you distinguish between good and evil in the Holy See of Light, and how do you know who you are aiming for?" I whispered behind An Ling.

"I, the Holy See of Light, I'm going to kill, kill..." An Ling's words blurted out suddenly got stuck at this time, "I'm going to kill Numat and Kempton, as well as all the warlocks and warriors who participated in the Castle of the Dead" An Ling finally thought about it.

"How can you be sure it's not the Pope or the command of their superiors? How do you confirm that it is not the will of the God of Light? How do you deal with their families? I then asked her, and she was silent.

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