Pan Long always felt that something was wrong.

The people he knew in this world had never shown any magical abilities. These days, listening to the gossip of the drinkers in the tavern, there is never any talk of "wizards" or "warlocks" or anything like that. Moreover, his memory of the game "Soul Calamity" also has no memory of spells at all.

This world is not a pure scientific world completely devoid of supernatural elements, but the style of supernatural factors is more displayed in aspects such as "black technology", "extraordinary martial arts", and as for the content of spells...... Spells? What's that?

So when he learned that the core of the people of this world to fight calamity was to rely on the prayers of the priests, he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

Is the prayer of the priesthood so powerful?

If prayer can prevent calamity from erupting nearby, why not organize the clergy to pray in a city like Viron to calm the calamity?

Rather than building shelters out of thin air, it is much easier to build shelters with the help of these well-equipped cities.

When he arrived in Salt Town, he didn't find anyone who knew anything about spells. Even when he inquired about the priests, he received such things as "anyone can be a priest", "the most important thing is to give sincerely", "prayer is indispensable", and so on.

Hey, shouldn't there be any qualifications restricted?

Just praying can dispel calamity and protect a town, and this kind of thing doesn't look like you can do it with a cat or a dog!

He hadn't personally seen those priests, but he could guarantee with his life that he had never felt the slightest bit of mana or aura shock in the direction of the Holy Prayer Hall.

If you want to cast a magic spell, you won't even have an aura shock!

Taken together, there is only one conclusion that can be drawn: the clergy of this world do not actually possess supernatural powers, or rather, the power to push calamity back through prayer.

So the question is, since the clergy do not have such power, then what do they use to force back the calamity and protect the sanctuaries large and small?

For this question, Pan Long was puzzled.

But when he found out that the lizard, which was also a calamity, could be controlled, he had a vague conjecture.

This lizard can be controlled, but what about other calamities?

Maybe it's harder to get them to avoid controlling these lizards, but at least getting them to get close to or out of a place should be relatively not very difficult, at least not "impossible", right?

So, is the truth that the sanctuary was not attacked by calamity, but because someone forced it back?

What are the reasons for these people to deliberately drive the calamity away from the shelter?

When one problem is solved, more problems come to the fore. Pan Long is really not the kind of wise person who has no last resort, he can only think about it.

But tonight, when he saw the old man in the basement, all his questions were answered.

This old man was wearing a priest's robe!

Seeing this robe, Pan Long's heart seemed to be slashed by lightning, and it completely lit up.

Why don't calamities strike shelters? Because there are people who command them and don't let them go near them.

Who's directing them?

The reason why the priests were able to drive away the calamity and prevent them from attacking the sanctuary was not some bullshit "prayer power" at all, but simply because the calamity was controlled by them in the first place!

Not all clergy may be aware, but it is certain that there will be at least one or two clergy in every sanctuary.

After all, it's up to them to keep the calamity in check, keeping them out of the shelter.

Knowing this, Pan Long also had a relatively clear guess about the outbreak of the calamity.

The upper limit of the power of this world is not high, although there are supreme masters like Sol Guda who enter the Tao with martial arts, but even such supreme masters are troubled by birth, old age, sickness and death, and even their lifespan is not very long.

They possess great power for ordinary people, but they grow old and die just like ordinary people. Not only could the great power not save them from death, but it could not even slow down the pace of death.

In this case, some of the clergy—or the scientists who have infiltrated the ranks of the clergy—have discovered a drug that can enhance the body's quality and help people push their limits.

They experimented with the drug and found it to have very serious side effects.

The people who use drugs have indeed broken through the limits and reached heights that people had never been able to reach in the past, but they have become man-eating monsters!

At this point, there is no need to continue the research, and it can be declared a failure. But the researchers were surprised to find that they had the ability to control these monsters!

Powerful, man-eating monsters that can be controlled!

What does this mean?

As a result, people who have this kind of technology have some not-so-good ideas.

Later, I don't know if they deliberately, or if it was really just an accident, in short, this technology was spread, leading to the emergence of a large number of man-eating monsters, and finally destroying the country that was still stuck in the dawn of the Age of Firearms.

And these researchers, incarnated as the clergy, under the guise of protecting people, won people's hearts, established shelters, and became the rulers of the new era.

They have even been working on the "calamity".

In these studies, the most critical substance should be "silver".

The priests' prayers to consume silver should have been just a cover.

The reality could be that research requires silver, or that controlling a calamity requires silver.

Just now, Pan Long was lurking beside him, listening to the old man talking to the person on the other side of the microphone, he had been thinking about it in his heart, slowly sorting out all kinds of information, and came to the final conclusion.

There is no doubt that these priests are fully responsible for the outbreak of the calamity, for the destruction of the kingdom of Ameri, for the countless people who died in the calamity!

They are not heroes who resist calamity and save humanity at all, on the contrary, they are shameful liars, despicable conspirators, dangerous scientific madmen, and sanctimonious hypocrites!

Some of them even choose to use the improved Calamity technology on themselves, making themselves similar beings and thus gaining a long lifespan.

As a price, it is estimated that these people have turned into man-eating monsters.

Pan Long hated this, so he walked out.

The old man in the robes of the priest could never have imagined that someone could come under his nose without a sound. Looking at Pan Long, who was dressed in armor and holding a halberd, and was murderous, his face changed greatly, and he asked in a lost voice, "Who are you?"

"I, I'm a student of Thor. Pan Long replied, "According to the teacher's instructions, I will help him correct his past mistakes." ”

"Impossible!" cried the old man, "there are no students at all in Guda!"

It is clear that he knows "Thor" and may even be familiar with each other.

Under the mask of the helmet, a sneer was heard.

"You think you know my teacher very well?" Pan Long said in a mocking voice, "The teacher doesn't really know you, how dare you say that you really know him?"

The old man frowned, uneasy.

Pan Long's words are actually ambiguous, but they just hit the flaw in his thoughts.

As a conspirator, he certainly doesn't tell his partners all his ideas and means. When he cooperated with Saul Guda, he did hide a lot.

Eventually, the experiment failed, and Guddat became somewhere between the Calamity and the human being, and it was unclear what it was. The stubborn strong man refused to survive by cannibalism, and the two sides turned against each other, and he sent a large number of experiments, stopped Guda on the bridge, and took the opportunity to escape.

There was a backhand he had set up on that bridge, and as long as Guda was on the bridge for a long time, his sanity would be affected, and he instinctively did not want to leave the bridge, but only tried to destroy all the enemies who stepped on the bridge.

He had planned that many years had passed, and the city of Vilun had long since been in ruins, and Guda must have died a long time ago. But I didn't expect a Guda student to jump out of thin air!

What are the students of Guda coming to the door?

Don't you need to think about it!

Looking at people wearing armor and holding halberds, it looks like Guda was back then. Dressed like this, he quietly came to himself in the middle of the night, why else?

The old man couldn't help but secretly cry bitterly in his heart.

He has a high position and powerful skills, and can mobilize hundreds or thousands of people at the slightest command, and can even control countless calamities to attack like a tidal wave. If necessary, he could wipe out even a town overnight.

However, all this is not direct "force".

When a martial artist walked up to him with a weapon in his hand, he was stripped of all his divine aura and revealed his true colors.

He's just an ordinary old man who can barely be considered healthy.

It's like the majestic rulers who seem so sacred that it would be a crime to even call them by their names, but when a man who ignores their authority comes to them with a weapon, they are no stronger than ordinary people.

A bullet can result in the most noble life.

When the Son of Heaven is angry, he ambushes millions of corpses;

Power is a wonderful thing when it can be used, but when it can't be used, it's not a fart.

Now, it's time when power can't work.

The old man was distressed in his heart, but his face only frowned slightly, and then he smiled and said, "You said that you are a student of Guda, so did he tell you what kind of research he was engaged in in the first place?"

Pan Long sneered and didn't answer his words at all.

How did he know the details of Guda's participation in the research in the first place?

But at times like these, a sneer can answer everything.

The old man continued: "When we started research, we said it in advance. Research is dangerous, but it does help people push the limits and reach heights that the warriors of the past have never been able to reach. As far as Guda himself is concerned, I think the experiment was a success, he has indeed become stronger, beyond the limits of the past. ”

Pan Long laughed even louder.

"I'll admit that there were some accidents in the experiment, but they were manageable. The old man explained, "Originally, according to our plan, Guda should have taken relieving pills to alleviate the degree of abnormalities in his body. But Guda suddenly became stubborn, saying something like 'what is the point of being strong if you feed on people...... It's not like we're cheating on him, it's because he himself refuses to cooperate with the experiment!"

Pan Long laughed, but there was not even the slightest hint of friendliness in the laughter.

The old man said helplessly: "I admit that we did have some thoughts at the beginning, but it was just to protect ourselves. Guda's strength is so strong, if he becomes stronger and wants to kill people, if he says, 'I am the only one who surpasses the limit', what should we do? If we don't make some preparations, won't we be killed by him all at once!"

Pan Long didn't laugh this time.

The old man felt hopeful, and hurriedly said: "I know that you are a reasonable person, but you say it yourself, whether our worries are random speculation? Your teacher Guda has never been a soft-hearted person! When he first exterminated the bandits, he often killed them all!"

Pan Long didn't answer.

"Over the years, we've continued our research, and now we've developed a series of enhancement potions. The old man introduced, "Of course, it is necessary to strengthen it to the point where your teacher was at the beginning, and it is not possible for the time being—it is not stable enough." However, it should be strengthened to a weaker level, for example, so that people can accumulate strength in normal times and burst out when needed, or they can explode their potential at critical moments and temporarily gain several times the usual strength by overdrawing their lives...... This has been done. ”

"You must know that, right? The so-called 'Awakened' are actually just drugged by us in the food. Over the years, we have been able to control the dosage well through repeated research, and in the last two years, we have not had a single accident in the process of creating the 'Awakened'. As a result, no one was allowed to overuse the drug and become a so-called 'calamity'. ”

The old man said, showing a proud and proud expression: "Our research can be regarded as a phased success!"

"What are you working on now?" Pan Long asked.

"Now we're working more on prolonging life, rejuvenating youth, and controlling subjects that have lost their minds because of the outburst. The old man said, "These are all water grinding skills, increasing or decreasing the amount of medicine little by little, feeling the frequency of what they can hear, and experimenting with the means to guide them...... Alas, it's hard!"

He shook his head and sighed a little: "Every bit of progress in science requires countless time and resources. Seeing that I am getting older and less energetic, but the research distance is completely successful, it still feels like a long time......"

As he spoke, he suddenly burst into words, his eyes widened, and his eyes were full of surprise and panic.

Without warning, a halberd stabbed him in the chest and pinned him to the bench.

"You talk too much nonsense!" Pan Long said coldly.