Religion and belief are a force born from idealism, a feedback of the collective consciousness that has an impact on the world, and a high degree of condensation of the aspirations and wills of countless intelligent beings.

It can be said that there is no energy in the world that makes it easier to connect with believers by spreading faith.

However, it has a fatal flaw, and that is that it is not pure.

Even the most devout people inadvertently incorporate their subjective consciousness into their beliefs, so those who accept this power are bound to be polluted by all sorts of chaotic thoughts.

If a certain idea makes up more than half of the believers, then the God they believe in will involuntarily change.

As the object of belief and worship of half of the people in the entire Neverwinter City, Zhang Cheng has personally felt this irresistible force.

"Please, let the plague stop!"

"We need an antidote!

"My kids need food!"

......

These heartfelt voices during the prayer process kept echoing in my mind like a magic sound.

They are mixed with energy, and as long as you accept each other's beliefs, you will inevitably accept these messy mental pollution.

For this alone, Zhang Cheng sentenced the gods to death for their power by spreading their faith.

Because in his eyes, the evolutionary process of God should be to constantly eliminate impurities, so that he becomes more and more pure and powerful.

But what about faith?

Although energy is easy to obtain, it is equivalent to putting a shackle on oneself that can never be shaken off, and through the accumulation of day after day, these obsessions from mortals will have an immeasurable and terrible impact on the gods, and even subtly change the character and way of doing things.

If a life cannot even preserve its own will, what is the difference between it and death?

Just when Zhang Cheng was annoyed by these voices from the believers, in front of the gate of the Neverwinter Castle, a trial without a judge or a defender had already begun.

"Bastards!

"Die, sinner!"

"Burn them!"

"Traitors don't have the right to live!"

......

With thousands of roars and shouts, the entire Neverwinter felt the terrifying power that erupted from the people below.

After all, the people of the Feron continent are not those modern people on the earth who have been bound by laws, morals and values for a long time, but a group of madmen who may turn into thugs at any time.

In fact, it is not difficult to find that almost every city in the continent of Faeron has a record of popular rebellion to overthrow the ruler, and even some of the more ferocious riots directly ended an ancient magical civilization as powerful as the Imasca Empire.

Therefore, even the most brutal and ferocious rulers dare not underestimate these people who are on the verge of eruption.

Deszel and Vanswick, the culprits responsible for ruining the antidote to the plague, are now hanging from a tree and allowing the angry populace to throw stones, feces, urine, and all sorts of filth.

In order to win back the hearts and minds of the people, the Lord of Nasir sent people to spread the word that he was about to lift the threat of the plague in the city, and provided a permanent antidote for all citizens free of charge.

But now that this kind of thing happens, it is naturally equivalent to lifting a stone and shooting yourself in the foot.

Not to mention anything to regain the hearts and minds of the people, even his own safety has been seriously threatened.

In order to prevent the people from losing their minds and starting to storm the castle, he had to throw the two poor worms out as scapegoats, as for whether the deceived Vanswick was a little innocent, and whether the whole trial process was not in line with the idea of the god of justice, that is another matter.

In the face of the cruelty and darkness of politics, not to mention a mere lord, even the priests and holy warriors in the Church of the God of Justice did not dare to interfere easily.

Although they were full of reluctance in their hearts, and even had an urge to kill all these mobs, they did not dare to take actual action.

This will lead to resentment and hostility towards the God of Justice throughout Neverwinter, and even worse, they will storm the temple and destroy the statues, altars, and relics enshrined.

In this way, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Deszel and Vanswijk were beaten alive until they were covered in scaly wounds and dying, and then they were burned alive on a campfire, and the painful screams of the whole process were enough to give normal people a nightmare for the rest of their lives.

When the two of them were completely blackened corpses, the angry crowd gradually dispersed.

No one noticed that in the dark corner of the street not far away, there was a woman clenching her fists, her nails piercing her palms directly, causing the red blood to trickle down her palms.

She was so desperate and angry that she forgot the pain, and her eyes burst with sparks of hatred.

That's right!

This person is Vanswick's titular fiancée!

The strongest paladin of Neverwinter's past, Erebeth de Timarand!

But now, she has neither the signature divine grace of a holy warrior, nor the gentle and noble temperament that she usually seems, and she exudes a strong negative emotion all over her body.

Although the dark blessings of turning to the evil gods have not yet been seen, the fall is irreversible, and it is only a matter of time.

Vanswick's death made her see through everything!

This includes the hypocrisy and weakness of the Righteous God and the Church, the compromise of power and filth in the hearts of the Nasir Lords, and the abomination of his own desperate desire to protect the people.

There is no axiom!

There is no justice!

Some are just simple venting!

Even the abused person who once needed protection has become an abuser in the current chaotic situation!

No one deserves sympathy!

And no one needs to be saved!

What the whole of Neverwinter needs is a complete purification!

There is only one way to achieve such purification, and that is to kill and die!

Just as Erebeth was about to wipe away his tears and bury this burning hatred in his heart, he suddenly noticed a woman in black armor behind him appear behind him at some point.

In a knee-jerk reaction, she immediately pulled out her long sword and asked sharply, "Who are you?"

"Anger, pain, despair, hatred! You must be desperate to do something right now to make the city feel the same pain as you, don't you?" asked the woman in black armor with emotion.

"So what? It's my own business!

"No, you're wrong! What you need now is power, enough power to take divine revenge on those minions! Come, follow me, I can give you this power, and I'm willing to give you a chance at revenge. Don't you just want to cut off Lord Nasir's head and enjoy his wails before he died......

(I had gastroenteritis yesterday, and I only came back from the hospital this afternoon, so I can't update sorry)