Time passed, he closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep, in the dream he did not continue to see the picture of the lecture, everywhere was pitch black, and many questions came to his mind:

Why can't technology be developed in the world? Because God is afraid that his rule will be questioned. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info A voice automatically replied in his head.

Why do the gods rule over all things, because they want to absorb the magic of the believers and use it for themselves to prolong their lives.

That's right, that's the case, all people in the world are inferior beings, all beings are ants, and God says that only God is a noble being, and only God can have everything.

Even if the gods are gone, why don't they let us go? Because God believes that one day they will come back to the earth again! Only if people continue to believe in the gods can they get enough magic to awaken!

Even if you want to tie up these paladins for the rest of their lives to hunt down the poor people, they don't care!

Why did they arrest me? I didn't do anything wrong, why should they arrest me! Because God doesn't care about right or wrong, He only looks at the result.

Hehehehehehe......

In St. Peter's Tenola Prison, a handsome young man was sitting quietly on his bed meditating.

In the evening, the food delivery person opened the window again, and threw some turnips and greens in, which was considered dinner.

One step, two steps, three steps......

Counting his footsteps until the footsteps were completely gone, he smiled a little.

There was a creak, but it was not the sound of the small window opening for the meal, but the lock of the big iron door that closed him opened automatically, and he got up and pushed open the cell door, and then went to knock on the iron door of each cell, and the people of the church thought that I would not be able to use magic if I took my wand? thought that you could rest easy in a prison that was almost completely closed and even the floor was full of big rocks? There are many things you can't think of.

"Don't sleep, get up at night and party!" he kicked out a strong man who was still asleep, his most loyal admirer here, Adorno.

"Eh, Archmage Il, you woke up so early today, I haven't gotten used to our biological clock of sleeping during the day and working at night. Adorno lay lazily on the bed, not yet ready to get up. Ilr ignored him and continued to the next cell.

The prison is home to forty-four prisoners, all of whom have been judged by the Holy Church as demon-believers, and a plan comes to mind when Il discovers that he uses the dragon bone ring to open the door at night without anyone noticing.

He opened all the cells in turn.

The first cell was held by an old man in his fifties, who had been locked up here for thirty years, and when Ilr asked him why he was locked up, he thought about it for a long time, it seemed that he had not used his brain for too long, and his brain had been completely ossified, and it was only under Il's guidance that he came up with the first word, invented.

That's right, he invented a pedal four-wheeled vehicle, powered by a pedal using a chain and gear, very similar to the bicycle that Ilr knew, and when he showed it to his villagers, the church found him and kept him there.

The second is an ordinary woman, she said that she still doesn't know why she was caught by the church, as a diligent weaver, she guessed that maybe one day when she was chatting with others, she complained that she worked too long a day and didn't have time to rest, saying that she went to church to pray so many times and no god came down to help her.

The third, a little boy as old as Il, spoke out to the church officials who had come to collect the tax, saying that they were the devils!

There is a fourth, a fifth...... The anger in Il's heart grew more and more, and the hatred that everyone had when they told their experiences had accumulated in his heart.

Everyone has their own reasons, it's just that no one knows the real reason why they were locked up except Il.

So when Il opened the door of everyone's cell for the forty or so people to meet face to face, they began to tell each other their stories.

Most of them were just ordinary people, just people who had done or wanted to invent in their daily lives, so Il's devised a plan to get everyone out of prison together.

Then, as the prisoners were clamoring to rush out and fight the guards, Eir began to tell the story of the God's plot and his plan, and their anger was suppressed by the hope of regaining their freedom, and they decided to follow Eir's arrangement.

Life in the prison was very regular, and every day during the day there would be food deliverers who came to check on the prisoners, so the prisoners slept during the day and dug a passage in an empty cell at night, with tools provided by Il.

They dug ten meters a day, and for five years, the passage became widespread, with several exits like a maze. After exiting one of the exits, Il, changed into normal clothes, took care of everything in the small village a few kilometers away, and then returned to the prison with all kinds of substances.

No one escaped without permission, they knew that even if they escaped from this prison on their own, they would be caught by the church immediately, and they could only rely on this amazing young man to truly escape from the clutches of the church.

Tomorrow is the annual Festival of the Gods, the most sacred festival for the faithful, and the food of these prisoners will be added to a few chicken legs.

Climbing up the window, Yir could see that the guards outside were all listless, and it was really unlucky to have to look at these prisoners who had never had problems every day. They symbolically patrol the outside and continue to be lazy, a place forgotten by everyone, where no one comes to rob the prison at all, and the prisoners can't escape.

"Everyone, tomorrow is the most critical moment we have been preparing for for so long. ”

Il's excited faces were on everyone's faces, and he was just as excited, one day, the last day, I was leaving this damn prison, "Let's give those stupid cultists the first warning tomorrow!" The people below were all cheering quietly, they had been waiting for too long, too long.

When the next day came, the last time the meal was delivered to check the condition and number of prisoners, and there was no problem, and he hurried away to celebrate the annual festival with the guards, but what he didn't know was that the moment he left the prison, all forty-four prisoners left their beds almost at the same time, and with a creaking sound, the cell door opened, and one by one the prisoners methodically entered a cell that had never held any prisoners, and disappeared into the night.

Il and Adorno put the finishing touches on each of the cells where they had ever been prisoners, some of them had been dead for a long time, and they had collected them outside, and it was not known whose cemetery he had stolen.

Then he closed the cell door and set the corpses on fire, the smell of rotting corpses mixed with the aroma of roasted meat, and Adorno even swallowed, presumably he had missed roasting meat for a long time.

"Do you want to go in first and eat two pieces of meat before we go?" Il quipped as he looked amused.

Adorno quickly shook his head, "Boss, I can't do such a thing as eating the dead, don't apply your habits to me." ”

"Alright, don't be poor, we should withdraw too. With that, they entered the passage, and then Il, who began to use magic to repair the excavated ground little by little, Adorno saw that he had such a fine control of mana, and shouted in admiration again, and then lowered his head into the depths of the passage.

The ground had been repaired so that there were almost no traces of excavation, and Il, as he retreated, backfilled all the dirt they had dug over the years from the spatial storage bracelet, leaving only a passage in the exact opposite direction of their escape, and when he had finished all his work and burrowed out of the ground, forty-three men, women, and children looked at Il.

"The escape is not over yet, now we have to get to our destination as soon as possible before they find out that they have been deceived, let's go!"

Forty-four men, dressed in black hooded robes, quietly disappeared into the forest a few kilometres from St. Peter's Tenora prison.