A closed black cloud floated over the capital of the forest country, and Luo Xue, who was thousands of miles away, just looked up and understood what this cloud came from. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Four-colored magical elements fluttered around Luo Xue.

Directly in front of it, there is a dilapidated temple, and an elderly man with a broom in his hand diligently sweeps the ground where fallen leaves have piled up. He came from the Temple of Light, a believer who seemed to be hired temporarily, and kept the temple tidy here.

It was originally a rich village, but due to the expansion of the national capital, it was relocated to the national capital and enjoyed a blessed life. Only a few people who love their families stay in this land where they were born and raised, and dying here for the rest of their lives is the greatest happiness for them.

Several old cabins stood tall, and white smoke rose from some of the chimneys.

An old man saw Luo Xue, stood up tremblingly, and welcomed him into the temple. Almost exactly the same as the temple he had seen before, Luo Xue looked around, and the familiar colors here made him feel emotional.

"There are very few strangers here, and this month, you are the first. The old man said with some regret. He didn't want the temple to be buried under the ruins of no one.

"The furnishings here, the delicate candlesticks here, the crafts made of Mithril shimmer in the twilight. Even in such a remote corner, no one dared to think about them. ”

The faith of holiness converged into a pure momentum, circling throughout the temple.

Old man Fett's face was full of wrinkles, but his cloudy eyes were full of beautiful hopes for the future. Even after decades, he continued to do this job and did not change anything.

In the time of captivity, the past time becomes hazy and thin. The memories of the past melted to the ground like snowflakes, but only this eternal and unchanging longing remained.

Looking at the statue of the God of Light, Luo Xue occasionally had an epiphany. It turns out that the most mysterious has always been by his side......

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For the god of light, who has no substance, no matter how much power there is, it will not be able to create this god that will not exist in the past. But in the year after Luo Xue reached the leaf extraction period, he gradually understood that this truth was wrong.

The old man in the temple was reverently half-kneeling on the ground, clasping his hands together and praying silently, no one knew what was in his heart, perhaps praying for the blessing of this outsider. Luo Xue felt a burst of warmth coming from his body, and a faint ray of holy light came from the believer's body, which shook his spirit.

Such believers are ubiquitous on the Falling Moon Continent, even exceeding everyone's imagination, accounting for almost one-third of the total population.

The bureaucrats, who were supposed to have no gods and had indulged in the worship of the god of light, finally realized something, but it was too late. Despite the large number of abandoned temples, the Church of Light is still the largest religious faith, and no one dares to violate it, and there is no reason to violate it.

I'm afraid the god of light will become one of the most powerful gods......

Just like the pseudo-angels who borrowed the power of faith, these forces of faith around the world could not find the goal of faith, and eventually gradually solidified and formed into the god in their minds.

Although I don't know why, the god of light never woke up.

Luo Xue shook his palm, and he felt the broken sword at his waist tremble slightly. This relic from Fan Xi'er's father, Fan Zhen, seems to have sensed something now.

The cause of Fan Zhen's death, no one knows what it is. Even if Luo Xue investigated for several years, the final news she got was nothing to comment. It's not a rejection, it's more like a helplessness.

His death has long been hidden under layers of black shadows, and a generation of legendary origin guards has finally been buried in the Demon Whisper Forest that hides the terrifying power.

Seem...... The cause of his death was because of the God of Light?

Luo Xue had a slight guess in his heart, he had read the dossier of the Church of Light, and it did not have a detailed explanation of the God of Light, but interpreted it as a concept. But in the small cracks, the birthplace of the God of Light is still revealed.

What should have been the source of faith may now be true.

The legendary god of light, whose recorded birthplace is in the Forest of the Dead.

- The place occupied by the necromantic creatures.

Old man Fett still knelt reverently on the ground, and daily prayer had become compulsory for him. The bell rang and the village's only bell tower played its own unique role.

After the six bells, all the old people in the village came to the temple one after another. They followed closely behind Fett and made the same move.

The fire on the silver candlestick was dripping, and the wind blowing outside the door was raging and crumbling. He also maintained a tenacious faith, and under the terrifying wind, he maintained his sanity and burned strongly.

Unconsciously, Luo Xue saw in a trance that the statue of the God of Light in front of her seemed to flicker, as if there was a transparent film that accepted the fragments of belief in the hearts of this group of people, but then it dissipated, as if it had been swallowed by a terrifying existence.

Although in the birthplace of sin, this god of light may still insist that his body and mind are not polluted, just like the pure holiness of this group of people.

No one remembers, or even never showed up.

Luo Xue sighed and walked out of the temple.

"O great God of Light, please grant us a stable life, and please make our children happy. ”

The sound of pious prayers behind him gradually sounded, and the voice of one person was not loud, but the voices of more and more people converged to form a sublime power of faith, breaking through the dilapidated small temple.

Luo Xue's palms trembled slightly, and in this voice, he saw the creature he didn't want to see.

"You're really haunted......"

Luo Xue smiled bitterly and watched the black shadow emerge from the path in the distance.

These necromantic creatures don't know when they evolved the ability to lock Luo Xue's scent in a large area. They were attracted all the way here by Luoxue.

In addition to the Necromantic Corpse King, another terrifying necromantic creature also appeared, which was an ancient warrior in almost human form, who was completely necromantic under the infection of the necromantic breath, and even retained a small world in the leaf-pumping period. And they seem to have gone into mass production.

Ten necromantic warriors lined up in a row, having completely sealed the trail, they were dressed in excellent anti-demon armor, which had been delicately processed and repeatedly tanned, which was enough to withstand the full force of a warrior who had entered and exited the realm of battle qi release.

Luo Xue was involved in deep self-blame in his heart, even in the face of the necromantic warrior, he could barely get out, but what about the people behind him?

The concentration of magic essence around him dropped sharply, and the old people in the temple behind him didn't seem to have noticed this. And the god of light, whom they believed, could no longer protect them.

Then - you who cannot be protected by the god of light

I'll protect you!

Luo Xue whispered to herself, gently flicking the broken sword. In an instant, the power of faith above the temple seemed to have found its target, and it poured into Luo Xue's body without hesitation, and the "Fan" in his hand flashed with aurora.

(To be continued.) )