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The younger officiant, on the other hand, stuffed the ancient scroll into the ever-burning torch in front of the Dawn Altar! The parchment, which had been dry for a hundred years and had only been blessed with a small magic shield from water stains and decay, suddenly emitted a terrible smell of burning, and burned brightly!

"The dawn is above!"

The pungent smell, the smoke and the light of the fire seemed to have finally awakened the six or seven lowly priests, who roared into the church and grabbed the two mad priests without hesitation, but by this time the priest had already ripped open his robe and poured a soak of hot urine on the golden statue!

Bang!

A white light as strong as a small sun exploded in the temple! Everyone only felt a burning in front of their eyes, and then a white expanse!

For a moment, there was a great chaos in the venue! The ears were full of screams and noise, although the light only lasted for a moment before it dissipated, but when everyone opened their eyes and adjusted to the brightness around them again, they noticed that in the hall, the two main priests who had been held by several priests had disappeared, and in their place were two flying golden flames!

From the appearance of the light flame, it seemed that the appearance of the two people could be barely distinguished, but when the flame burned, there was a beeping sound, and finally slowly extinguished, what could have been a human body collapsed with the breeze, becoming a cloud of gray powder, flying in all directions!

And this scene is undoubtedly enough to shock everyone's hearts and make them sluggish. Even those who are behind a crowd and can't see what's going on in the venue.

The silence continued until the light finally cleared, and the exclamation of a man finally awakened all consciousness.

"It's ...... Divine punishment!

A priest shouted sharply, raising the mace in his hand and pointing at the black-robed man standing outside the hall, his sharp voice echoing through the temple, "Evil curses, shameless vicious magic! The Lord Priest who has used such means to frame us, the morning light is above, and the light will judge your sins!"

But strange voices interrupted their roars.

More than two dozen private soldiers drew their longbows in unison, and the low, sharp rattling sound made several excited priests suddenly stop rushing forward.

The faint blue light on the three-edged blades cooled their anger like ice cubes. Remind them that they are not wearing armor. And at this distance, the rudimentary robe on his body was absolutely unable to resist those blades) Not long ago, the simple expression of the mercenary shooting the civilian man resurfaced in his memory, and it was enough for them to believe. Before chanting and performing their magic, these arrows will probably pierce their throats!

"You're saying that your chief priest is cursed?"

The black robe shook a little. A pale, slender index finger of a hand stretched out from it and swung slightly, and the army behind him slowly spread out to the sides, revealing a gap large enough for more people to notice the movement in the temple.

He walked forward slowly, his voice deep and innocent.

"Then your chief priest. Oh, it's the former Celebrant, how did he die? Well, everyone saw it, he seemed to have died of divine punishment. I don't think I need to explain it, it's a punishment that the gods themselves do. The question then is, isn't His Majesty, the Lord of the Morning Sun, supposed to be an all-powerful god? How could he kill a believer because of some magic influence? He should have killed the curse and manipulated the person who manipulated his followers, wouldn't he?"

"Oh, or may the great god of the dawn feel that his statue is far more important than the life of a believer, and a priest, no matter how much reverence is paid to him. It can't be as strict as the destruction of his statue? That's why he punished this believer who didn't protect his statue well?"

Not tight, not slow, the gentle voice is so pleasant, but those two doubts. But like a sledgehammer, it slammed down on the heads of the pastors, and the blood that had surged into their heads was suddenly knocked back into their hearts.

Yes, magic is omnipotent, but God should be omniscient, how can he be deceived by human spells?

At the same time, at least half of the bewildered onlookers on the periphery nodded their heads, a terrifying scene that sent a sense of foreboding through the pastors' hearts. But I couldn't accept the qiē in front of me.

Why would the gods be so angry that they would inflict divine punishment on two devout believers? To be able to serve as the chief priest and vice-priest of the land, their devotion cannot be doubted...... If it wasn't manipulated, why did he go crazy and destroy the holy relics of his own gods?

And how did the culprit in front of him do such an act of deceiving the gods?

The question was spreading not only in the minds of a few priests, but throughout the square, but only a question—after all, it required more knowledge than these poorly ill-informed civilians could reach.

The truth of the facts, or maybe it's not too complicated.

Seventh-level psionic ability, brain cutting technique.

Those two unlucky guys, of course, were not bound by magic, or even by simple psionic powers. The Psychic Warlock simply and straightforwardly weeded out the parts he didn't need.

Brain resection, as the name suggests, is a technique to remove part of the opponent's brain tissue.

Or more akin to a psychic, surgical procedure.

Generally speaking, this psionic energy has no choice for where to land, just to keep the opponent from dying for a while, but it is not a kind of damage that can not be healed - it is likely to be known by those psionic monsters, from some inspiration generated after they eat, or it may be used to keep their food from running away, and it is not one of the ways to avoid its freshness, you must know that those monsters have always been very picky, and gnawing on corpses is not their 'noble' habit.

However, when the Manifester has some other types of knowledge, he can wield his original abilities even more powerful......

It took less than an hourglass to remove the entire temporal lobe of the two priests, and then, a restoration technique performed by a priest of the Dark Lady immediately re-healed the lost brain. It's just that most of the memories of human beings can't be saved with it, so I use a tampered memory to add some false memories to this old man, and that's the end of it.

For a person of sufficient calibre, he wants to make a person's temperament change without seeing any flaws. It's easy, isn't it?

Blasphemy?

Even the memory has been emptied, how can there be any faith?

According to the perfusion memory, even if they are asked to eat, they will eat it obediently, and that table xiàn will definitely be a dog who is used to eating!

And the divine consciousness of the gods. Although it is powerful, it is impossible to cover everything, and it will not rain any divine power because of an ordinary believer, what they care about is only the soul, only the faith generated by the soul! It is difficult for a believer to suddenly convert and destroy his symbols before he can sense what is going on before the divine punishment is delivered. At least as far as Edward knew, the gods of this world were by no means omniscient, and their attention was far from ordinary, but not unlimited. It is impossible to assign to every believer.

Therefore, I am afraid that this truth can only be buried in the darkness of the mind warlock created by zào, called lies, and even the light of the morning sun cannot illuminate it. Even if the divine punishment of this god turned the two unfortunate eggs to ashes in vain, it would only make his own reputation more and more questionable.

"Wicked man! this qiē...... It's all your conspiracy, you shameless demon! I'm going to fight you in a duel! I'm going to take the place of Ransender and destroy you, a heretic who has deceived the people!"

Ichiē couldn't figure it out for a moment, but it didn't end so simply—the growing whispers in the crowd around him panicked the priests of Ransendale, and they seemed to instinctively boil things down to the simplest way

They took a step forward, but unfortunately. This step was a heavy step into the trap laid by the man.

"Elimination? Because I happened to tell the truth of the matter, so you were angry? The reason is that others want to use force?"

To the few mallets wielding their mallets in anger, the telemancers in black robes only sneered back. Under the effect of manipulating the voice, his voice spread far and wide. Send it to the hearts of everyone in the venue:

"The followers of His Majesty Ransender are really some 'civilized' people, I remember that even the orcs in the central mountains have some system of elder arbitration? Or the teaching given to you by His Majesty the Lord of the Morning Sun, whoever disobeys him must die? Ah, the last time I heard this description of a god, who was I talking about? Bane, the god of tyranny, or Guush, the god of orcs?"

"Shut up heresy, don't use your filthy words to blaspheme your majesty's existence again!"

Under the ridicule one after another, the priests who could not bear it almost went crazy, their long-lived life in a peaceful place had long erased their sense of crisis, and when the last shred of reason had flown away, they even forgot the threat of those bows and arrows, and tried to rush directly at the black-robed man who was making a lot of nonsense, tearing his mouth to protect the reputation of their gods!

Unfortunately, anger may increase strength, but it can't make up for the absolute difference in strength.

The man just waved his hand, and a series of ten-foot-long tentacles stretched out from the ground and between the walls, tying up these poor people one after another, those magical tentacles were so strong, struggling to break one, and another appeared to entangle, so fast that they were not even allowed to use magic to counteract! And the kind of power attached to it, let alone these low-level priests, could resist.

All they could do was writhe in the black slimes, roaring in anger as they watched the black figure that was close at hand slowly raise its head. The eye fell on the sunrise figure emblem on the wall of the main hall made of rose, red, and yellow gemstones.

"Blasphemy? What an interesting word, so I'll just tell you who did the blasphemy against His Majesty Ransendel. ”

He said, "Let's see, how much does it cost to build this temple of His Majesty Lansendel? The gold leaf of the main statue, the crystals inlaid in the windows, the frescoes on the walls, and the decoration of those precious stones, I will give you a discount, not to mention the need for 100,000 gold coins, right? Where did all these possessions come from?

“...... It was a donation from the faithful! It was a sign of supreme reverence for the Lord of the Dawn, and they ......"

"Oh, it's a donation from the believers, isn't it?" the Psychic sneered, not allowing the priest to finish his defense, "Oh, did they donate this thing to you? If I remember correctly, this money was donated to His Majesty Lansendel, right?

As loyal servants serving His Majesty Dawn, we are naturally qualified. No, it is only to dwell here humbly, to enlighten all beings, and to teach them the teachings of the great Lord of the Dawn!"

"Good answer, so let's take a look at the teachings of His Majesty Lansendel, eh...... Strive to help all humanity and their allies. Sow them new hope, new ideas, and new prosperity. It is a sacred task to sow new crops, to feed all that is growing, and to work for rebirth and revival...... Because life comes from death, there is always another dawn that allows you to turn your disadvantage into success. More attention needs to be paid to the act of helping others, which is more important than the observance of order, form, and orders from superiors. ”

The Psychic Warlock raised his head and chanted softly.

This text. It is the prayer that is etched on the lintel of every temple of Lansendel, and it is the basic requirement of the deity to his followers.

“...... It doesn't seem to say that there is a question about his need for money and to decorate the temple, but there is a clause that instructs you to help others, so can I think that this money was originally saved for the purpose of helping others, but was used by you to repair the temple on your own initiative?"

After reading the short hundred or so words, he paused, and then slowly turned around. To the people who gather more and more behind you:

"If there is so much money, I don't think there should be beggars or unconverted people in the city of Gangdo. Right? The beggars in the city of Gangdo, plus the poor, are only in the thousands. And 100,000 gold coins, divided equally, are enough for them to live without food and clothing for decades? But is this the case? Is that the case? Have you been remedied?"

"No...... No!" A somewhat unconfident voice rang out in the crowd, then a second, a third, and soon converged into one: "The Temple of Dawn has never given relief to the poor!" "Their relief is to put some black bread on the Shining Day!" "Majesty Dawn is merciful, but the priests have never treated anyone for free!"

"Silence, I still have something to say. The black-robed man raised his hands. Pressed down, then turned to one of the struggling priests.

"As far as I know, your name is ...... Rinta? Sigger, right? You were taken in by the church when you were seven years old. At the age of fourteen, you officially became the probationary priest of His Majesty Ransendel, and you are thirty-six years old this year, but you have never engaged in any labor production in these years, nor have you followed any adventurers on treasure hunts, so I can assume that you have no property, right? But in fact, you have a shop in the city? In the middle of Oak Street, if I understand correctly, it is the commercial street of Gangdo City? That shop sells cloth, but the main commodity is silk from the dark regions, right? I've set the value of it at 10,000 gold coins, do you think that's appropriate?"

"You! you...... Full of nonsense! full of ...... Nonsense, you ......"

For a moment, the priest of Lansendel was already dizzy, and he stretched out his finger to point at the man, and his whole body trembled as if he had been electrocuted. The mouth was repeated over and over again, but he could only spit out this one word, and even his voice became extremely funny: "I...... That shop pù is mine, but Ransendel Xià does not prohibit ......"

"Yes, His Majesty Lansender does not prohibit priests from doing business, but I am asking if you sell high-priced silk?"

In an instant, the entire square was already full of needle drops, and everyone was concentrating, capturing every word of the black-robed man.

Forget about other things, but money, or material wealth, has always been one of the easiest to attract people's hearts, and **, is a jealous fellow traveler - and if a shop is not a big deal in the eyes of the common people, then the phrases 'silk from the dark region' and '10,000 gold coins' are enough to make all the onlookers' nerves twitch.

This world has not developed the technology of raising silkworms and peeling cocoons, all the silk is derived from the spider silk produced in the dark region, and the spider is fierce and meat-loving, only the species in the dark region can tame them, and it is impossible to cultivate them on the surface. Therefore, it is quite precious, and in a less prosperous city like Gangduo, it is almost a rare thing that the nobles also cherish and use.

In fact, if you are an ordinary businessman, the silk trade is not a big problem. The people don't hold the officials accountable, and those aristocratic lords don't stupidly cut off the source of these luxuries that let them enjoy, but a shop run by the reverend Lansendel, who is supposed to be just and kind, has this kind of commodity from the dark region?

Also, 10,000 gold coins, what is the concept? The tax of a poor and remote city for three or four years? Even the lord of the city is not necessarily so rich!

"You...... I ......"

"Do you want to lie? Let me ask you again, the silk is yours, right?"

"Even if it is. But that's ......" the pastor's face flushed, but this time, he could barely say a word.

"Where did you get the money to open a store?"

"Yes...... It was the church that lent me ......"

Lansendale did not forbid his followers to own property, and the good reputation of this good deity also made it easy for his followers to be trusted by merchants, so in some small towns. There is no shortage of priests who rely on the power of the temple to do business, as for silk, that kind of thing has already changed hands three or four times before it is sold here, how can it be used to prove that he has a connection with the evil creatures of those dark regions?

And the principal and assets are never the same thing - the cost of a few gold coins, properly operated, can easily become rich overnight. Not to mention that the profits of silk are dozens of times, and the principal of silk sold for 10,000 gold coins is only a few thousand, or even hundreds.

But at this time, the civilians obviously won't think about the reason.

The person who asked them wouldn't have time to think about it.

"This guy is actually in collusion with the evil Dark Regions?...... "He's also greedy for the Church's property!" "The annual offerings we give to the Church......" "Yes, lately they've been saying it's a solicitation, but it's almost like they're asking us to pay taxes." What do you say so that you will be protected by His Majesty Lansendel...... It turned out that they were used for their own enjoyment!""Not only that??, I heard that the price of those silks would increase several times between sales! I heard that the purchase price of those ...... could be afforded even by ordinary people" "Oh my God, this is a scam at all!"

The hustle and bustle of the crowd gradually increased, but no one could see that those psionic tentacles were slowly extending outward and wandering. stirred up one discontent after another.

"I don't want to comment too much on the fact that the believers give their possessions to Ransendel, but what qualifications do you have to dispose of them at will?

A voice rang out from the black robe. Gradually high-pitched, stern, let the whole venue, fall silent again!

"Many of those who believe in Ransendel are poor and in need? Are they rich in their lives because of their devout faith? And you, the priests, can you still say that you are following the teachings of Ransendel? Can such a temple really be called the temple of Ransendel? Your own celebrant has made his own choice, and this is to blame us? Your own gods have killed the believers, and we are to blame? Or can you blame us for your priests, who have violated the sacred covenant of all the gods of the Great 6, who have obstructed a just war of liberation and caused huge casualties among the soldiers? Or can we be blamed for your greed and shamelessness, enriching yourself in the name of the gods?"

A series of questions were quick and urgent, and they continued to hit the hearts of everyone around them, and even the onlookers at the edge of the square could hear them clearly:

"I blasphemy? We are demons? You who cloaked in white but claim to be noble, oppress, exploit the faithful, and deceive the common people, are the real blasphemers! The real demon who sucks the blood of the common people! Now, by order of His Highness Alpha de Strato Fernandez III, King Tumenis, and His Highness Alpha de Strato Fernandez III, I abolish the right of you apostate to preach and tear down the temple you have built that is contrary to the teachings of the gods! And for your judgment, I will hand it over to all the good people who have been deceived and oppressed by you, and let them decide the punishment you will receive!"

After a pause, the voice was like rolling thunder from the heavens:

"Then leave it to you the decision of Yiqiē, whether to nail them to a wooden frame and cleanse them of their wickedness with their own blood, or to let the flame of the sun cleanse them of their sins?"

The mouths of the priests were wide open, but for a moment there was no sound, and the power from the terrible tentacles of Evar Black squeezed out almost all the air in their alveoli!

Burn, burn, burn!

Blasphemers and hypocrites are punished with ......

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