At night, Panda and the others, who were exploring the forest, began to camp and rest.

Today's weather is clear, and the moon can be seen in the snow-free sky. Panda, who had already entered the Silent Forest area, had a solemn face and was constantly throwing wooden branches into the bonfire in front of him, although the jumping flames warmed his body a lot, but the atmosphere in the team was much colder than when he set off.

This is naturally because of the "miracle" shown by the moon a few days ago.

There are four Arcanists in the line, eight Arcane Warriors, and fifteen members of the Holy Order who are good at it, this small mercenary group can be described as having all kinds of organs, melee long-range and mages, and the profession is very complete, but the absurd... They suddenly found themselves no longer arcanists.

"Lord Sage means to forget our past, so Denzel, the next time you build a campfire, don't use arcane again. ”

Panda's voice was a little tired, and the arcanist who was busy making dinner across from him suddenly nodded, "Yes... My lord. ”

After speaking, he hesitated: "But... Then we'll have to use the fire sickle to slowly make a fire, which will be more troublesome—"

"It's better to trouble than to lose your life. ”

After Panda finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the two pale arcanist companions on the side, "Are you feeling better?"

They all shook their heads, however, and turned their gaze to the Arcanist lying by the campfire.

"My lord, what about Corey?"

One of them barely supported his body, and also picked up firewood and threw it into the campfire, but after saying that, he covered his mouth and coughed violently, and as soon as he took his hand away, the bright red blood stains on his palm were shocking.

This was not caused by the attack of the Monster, but the cognitive impact of the "Miracle" on the Arcanist - like the previous Blake, when they found out that the "Miracle" was real, they had deep doubts and wavering about the arcane they had studied for a long time, the foundation of their power changed, and even caused damage to their bodies.

Now although their bodies have recovered a little, their demeanor is sluggish, they look like they are seriously ill, and their combat effectiveness has been significantly reduced by half. This made Panda, who was also in poor condition, anxious, because the Holy Lord Black had just sent someone to catch up with his team yesterday and explain a series of things, which meant that he couldn't even give up the task now, so he could only continue to walk according to what he said and find the ruins.

"Remember the words of the Holy Lord that have been specifically given to us, and we must give up the past from our hearts and embrace what is in front of us, so that we can be redeemed from the calamity. ”

Panda said this, and she felt awkward. Because the most hated thing for the Arcanist is the Divine Stick, but now he has become the most disgusting person he once was... He glanced at the few people in front of him, including the Acangol warriors who were cooking, and everyone had helpless and even aggrieved looks on their faces.

It's just over a day away from its destination. According to the information of the mercenary Lu Di before, if you go another thirty kilometers, then you need to pay attention not only to the magical beasts, but also those powerful magicians who have disappeared without a trace.

In order to deal with possible enemies, Panda and the others were quite well prepared: they carried a variety of scrolls, as well as props, potions, and various consumables specially used for magical battles. At the same time, underneath their seemingly ragged linen coats were fine robes and armor inlaid with hedrons. This squad can be said to be armed to the teeth, but on the surface, it deliberately creates the illusion of a "third-rate mercenary group".

Thanks to this effort, and the necklaces they all wore around their necks, Lord Blake himself wore them, Panda and the others, who prayed and chanted the scriptures at every turn along the way, never attracted the attention of the Intelligence Bureau—and in this regard, Blake did make a clever move.

However, Panda and the others were mixed up with the surveillance of the intelligence bureau, but they couldn't mix with the gaze from the gods. After dinner, one of the arcanists, named Cory, "symptoms" intensified. He vomited up the broth he had eaten for dinner, and his whole mind became confused...

Panda took the arcanist who had been laughing with them a few days ago in his arms, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Cory, stop being stubborn, you have to believe in his existence! stop questioning and resisting, if you continue like this, you will die..."

"I... I can't understand it..."

"If you can't understand it, you have to understand, seeing is believing, we have all seen it, why do you have to tell yourself that it is fake?"

Panda did her best to persuade him to believe in the existence of the moon god, but how could the concept of the "Holy Order" be so easily changed after so many years? Blake and Panda were more "sensible" in comparison, and could give up anything for survival and purpose. However, most of the arcanists who have studied arcane since childhood and consider themselves "the purest descendants of the high elves" all day long cannot make themselves a god.

This is actually tantamount to denying the belief of his life.

The Arcanist Corey kept shaking his head, his face getting paler and his breath weaker, and no matter how much Panda tried to persuade him, he couldn't change his view of "atheism" - eventually, at midnight, Corey opened his eyes with rage and suddenly shouted "All gods are lies!"

After that, his body was loose for a while, and he was silent.

Panda clenched her fists, watching the scene happen in front of her but unable to do anything. After two seconds, he slammed his staff to the ground, covering his face and crying bitterly from the sudden feeling of helplessness.

The bright moon above her head still shone softly, but Panda felt dazzling.

He understands... These people are "followers of the moon gods", who recite prayers, preside over rituals, and perform rituals, and are basically considered standard "clergy". Corey's death, in a serious conflict with the power given to him by the gods and his mind, was unacceptable to the head, and as a result, the body was unable to bear the clash of strength, resulting in death...

came out to carry out the mission, the enemy did not meet a single one, but the comrades died because of such a thing, and the morale of the entire team fell to a low point.

Panda wept bitterly in the snow, but as he tried to wipe away his tears, he slammed to his feet and stomped on his beloved staff.

Everyone in the camp stood up—they had been with each other day and night, and they all knew how much Panda cared for the staff, and they all realized the seriousness of the problem.

"In the name of the captain, I order you to throw away all things related to the Arcanists and destroy them. ”

Panda lowered his head with a pained expression: "Then... Forget about them. ”

With no objection, the Arcanists and Arcane Warriors began to take out their magic items one by one, and many of them put them at their feet with red eyes, gritting their teeth and destroying them into pieces - although they were only props, they also represented their beliefs in life.

The taste of trampling one's life's faith under one's feet is not pleasant for anyone.

Someone couldn't help crying, but Panda rushed up and slapped him, as if he was out of control and roared: "What are you crying for! That's already in the past! We are all the most devout believers in the moon god now!"

He shouted hoarsely, but there were also two lines of tears on his face. His face was bitten by his reddened companion's lip, but in the end, he didn't say a word to refute, tearing his robe to pieces.

The glow of the campfire rose higher and higher because they threw everything they could burn into it. Panda inhaled heavily, trying to keep his voice steady: "We have said goodbye to the past... Now, pray with me like the great moon god Strian..."

He turned to the moon and bowed down and chanted a prayer aloud. The people in the camp followed, and no matter what their attitude towards the moon god had before, their posture was uniform at this time.

And just as the prayer was at the end, a sudden surge of power from within her body made Panda's eyes widen in amazement.

He turned his head to look at his companions, and everyone felt a mysterious power that was so different from the arcane. Looking down, the moon pendant hanging on their chests exuded a bright luster.

The fatigue in her body was dispelled, and the abundant strength made Panda completely forget the cold around her. He raised his hand and pressed it against the bare trunk of a tree beside him, and then slowly closed his eyes—in a moment, the dead branches and leaves were luxuriant, the flowers were in full bloom, and then the ripe fruit grew from small to large, and then fell to the ground "crackling" when it was ripe.

"Later... There's no such thing as 'Arcanist'. ”

He looked up at the only green tree on the frozen earth and muttered in a low voice.

(End of chapter)