In the end, Charles did not persuade the Church of Idas to take any action against Eliaba.

The doctrine is so crooked from the root, and Charles has no superfluous delusions about the Church of Adas.

Rely on them to deal with the Santarin? That's not as reliable as Dora's allies.

The next morning, Ren Qingwu came over from Hrushwa and brought news of the lonely demon by the way.

"It turned out to be his guy."

By this time, the three had already left the riverbank town and were on their way to Asbrewin.

When Xia Er heard Ren Qingwu's story, he was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "The cause of his day, the fruit of today." It was Nodashir who rejected him in the first place, and it was normal for him to have a grudge. ”

"Hmph, is it reasonable to block and kill us? Did Nodashir treat him badly at the beginning? Qian Fan was not angry, and her eyes swept over the poetess who was leading a light horse, with a strange expression, "By the way, Xiao Wu, where is your lord's mount?" ”

Charles vaguely guessed something, and his face suddenly became ugly.

Zeke...... He's dead. The poetess glanced at Charles quickly, bowing her head slightly with guilt, "Zeke was killed by the little devil. He only used a few move skills. ”

"Describe the situation at that time, and perhaps we can infer his profession and strength...... It's just that Bane's divine favor is too general. Charles frowned.

"I—I just remember that he used a move [Breaking Strange Slash]."

"Breaking the Odds?" Charles and Chifan looked at each other in astonishment, "It's very likely to be a holy warrior!" ”

"Bane's Holy Warrior!"

Charles explained, "The Holy Warrior is more like the Paladin, but more free than the Paladin. Any god can have a Holy Warrior, and the most representative abilities of this class are [Holy Heal] and [Divine Wrath]. ”

"Did you recover Zeke's body?" Charles asked.

If there is a corpse, there are many ways to resurrect Zek. For example, the [Reincarnation] of the Druid Four Rings. Zeke who is resurrected in another body has a 90% chance of inheriting the original lord template.

Ren Qingwu shook her head for a while, her pretty face gloomy.

The crowd hurried as they spoke, and soon the city of Eliaba disappeared behind them.

"Ilyaba side...... Whatever? Ren Qingwu still asked the doubts in his heart.

Qian Fan was also looking at him.

"I've already set it up, first to Asbrewin, then to Beldask, and finally to look back at Iliaba. If my setup goes well, Iliaba will also be a member of the 'Resistance League'. Charles's eyes flashed coldly, "Of course." The debts that should be collected still have to be collected. ”

Qian Fan and Ren Qingwu saw that Xia Er didn't explain in detail, and although they were curious, they still couldn't help but ask.

……

At this time.

As the morning sun rises, the 'City of a Thousand Towers' is bathed in a brilliant golden glow. The undulating towers are reflected by the glow of the sun, making them more magnificent and sacred.

The river terminal in Iliaba is back to a busy day. Merchant ships laden with cargo left the port in droves.

In the magnificent Temple of Wealth, where the daily morning prayers were in progress, the hall was crowded with all sorts of wealthy merchants dressed in silk and silk, and outside the hall were the small nobles and small merchants of the city, and the believers were of a distinct rank.

"It's a very vibrant city with a population of almost 20,000...... It's just that the smell of copper is too strong. Sure enough, once the place was controlled by the Woking's woman's church. It will become materialistic and money-oriented. ”

In the sky, a little Lori in a black dress was lying lazily on the clouds, overlooking the commercial city established in the river valley, and kept muttering, "Damn, those souls that have been stubborn for thousands of years are really difficult to tame, so far, my newly established kingdom of God has only added more than fifty new prayers." ”

"In the short term, the number of prayers will not increase dramatically, and I will find a way from the believers' side."

Thinking in her heart, little Lori finally got up, set her eyes on Woking's temple, and pouted, "That damn guardian of Charles, you're causing me trouble." ”

"But who told me that I need many, many believers!"

"This city needs to be transformed, it will not be broken or standed, and now the materialistic city is far from the moment of destruction, let my great god of fear, who is in charge of the priesthood of decay and depravity, and the abyss demon god who once plunged the earth into endless darkness, grant you despair-"

Little Lori, who was wearing a black gothic dress, had words in her mouth.

"First of all, I need a group of believers who represent my will, well, very good, I found it, and sure enough, in a materialistic city, the morality of the inhabitants really has no lower limit, and there is no resistance to wealth, let alone the power to change their fate."

Little Lori was bathed in golden light and kept an eye on several places on the ground at the same time.

Wealthy area.

Marcus, who is in the middle of the road, is having nightmares.

Marcus was still young, in his early twenties, and his father was a big businessman, but since the Santarim Society quietly extended its tentacles to Iliaba, the Marcus family's fortune has taken a turn for the worse.

Soon, this business family was completely broken up because the founder was attacked and killed by monsters in the wild, and Marcus lost his father, who had been doting and sheltering him, and was a playboy since he was a child, did not practice martial arts, could not spells, and did not read many books, Marcus, who gradually lost his last family property.

Not long ago, Marcus became a gambling addict and became a well-known gambler, and when his family fortune was lost, he pawned the antiques and furniture in the tower for money, and just two days ago, he even gambled his own snail's tower.

In the dream, Marcus meets his father, who died a few years ago.

The great merchant of Iliaba stood in front of Marcus, touching Marcus's head with a kind smile.

"Father......" Marcus burst into tears, grabbed the sleeve of the big businessman, his finger bones turned white, and his eyes were full of guilt and self-abandonment, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault, father, I miss you so much......"

"Marcus, cheer up."

The middle-aged merchant still stroked Marcus's head and said with a smile, "It's far from a desperate situation. Isn't it? ”

"No, no, no!" Marcus shook his head frantically, "I gambled the family's tower out as well. Without the Tower, I would have no place in Iliaba, and if I were to live in the streets, the shabby nobles and petty merchants who had been trampled under my feet would have laughed at me! ”

"Marcus, my son, do you trust your father?" The middle-aged merchant straightened his face, under Marcus's dull gaze. He bowed to the ground with his head resting on the ground, "Go and follow my lord Moand." She will guide you out of the darkness, and the family will come out of the predicament and usher in a new life. ”

"Moander?"

As Marcus muttered the god's name, a black vortex suddenly appeared in the dream. And there is a looming face of the demon god in the whirlpool.

"Marcus Jackson. Swear by your true name and serve Moand, the god of decay and depravity......"

"You'll get everything you want, like money, power, beauty, and even ...... An unrivalled force in the city of Elihaba! ”

Marcus knelt beside his father uncontrollably, raised his head when he heard the words, and muttered, "Money? Strength? Will I get these just by serving you......"

"The true God never deceives her followers." The face in the black swirl said slowly.

"I serve you! My Lord! Marcus kowtowed.

"Very good......

This is the end of the dream.

Call. Playboy Marcus wakes up from his bed in the Tower's bedroom. The bedding and sheets were drenched with sweat, but Marcus stood up expressionlessly. Walk up to the floor-to-ceiling mirror and look at yourself in the mirror.

A strange dark red tattoo faded into his skin.

Marcus suddenly laughed, his smile revealing an unknown evil, and muttered to himself: "O great god of fear, you are in charge of the corrupt and depraved gods, and the decay and glory of the material world cannot be separated from your control, and the demons of the abyss cannot escape your protection and holy light...... You faithful devotees, hereby make a vow, Eliaba, that it will soon be your paradise for the fallen. ”

In the early morning room, the air was as cold as the North Pole.

Standing quietly in front of the mirror for a while, Marcus seemed to sense something, and with a sinister look in his eyes, he strolled to the bedroom window, and through a layer of transparent glass, he looked at the group of black pressed human heads under the tower.

"Has the creditor come to the door? I can't wait. Fortunately, my lord woke me up, it turned out that I was so stupid that I fell into the trap of others and didn't know it. ”

"Come on! This tower will be my starting point! ”

At the same time, the lower area of Iliaba.

A mercenary warrior in shabby leather armor walked into a low hut that he hadn't returned to for a few days.

As soon as he pushed the door open, the mercenary warrior froze.

His only relative in the world, his daughter, who was born with a cripple, knelt on the floor of the small hall, constantly prostrating to the rough stone idol enshrined on the table, muttering something in his mouth.

"What are you doing, Maggie!" The middle-aged mercenary warrior broke into the house angrily, pulled up his sixteen-year-old daughter, and wiped the dust on her body with blame and concern, "You are very weak, you can't get out of bed casually, otherwise you will get sick, and your father will have to go out of the city to work for several nights to make up for your medical expenses!" ”

"Phew! Those hypocritical Jobin priests! ”

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged mercenary's daughter, who had always been sensible and well-behaved, suddenly broke free from his support and danced in front of the rough stone statue on the table, her face distorted and crazy, "Father, you have given enough gold coins to Pastor Woking over the years, if those priests still have some conscience, they should have cured my illness after collecting enough gold coins, instead of using excuses to delay again and again!" ”

"Maggie!" The middle-aged mercenary hurriedly covered his daughter's mouth, looked nervously out of the house, and was relieved to see that there were no pedestrians passing by on the street in the early morning.

The mercenary looked at his daughter and sighed, "...... But in Eliaba, apart from Woking's priests, are there other priests of the gods that can be trusted? ”

"Yes—" The girl Maggie pointed to her feet, "Father, am I not standing on my own now?" ”

The middle-aged mercenary was stunned.

As she spoke, the girl jumped down in a reductive manner, and then stopped and bowed down to the rough stone statue of the table, her eyes welling with tears, and she cried out feverishly: "O great god of fear, Moand, who is in charge of decay and depravity, I am willing to serve you with my soul!" ”

"You gave Maggie a new life!"

"Moander?" The mercenary muttered the name of the god, and then the stone god statue actually opened its majestic eyes and looked over, "Mercenary warrior Sally Sarry, are you willing to follow me?" “

Thump.

In the effect of divine power confusion, the mercenary warrior knelt down without the slightest resistance. (To be continued.) )