It seemed like the demons did not have many privileges here. However, according to the description of the Western Continent residents, the demons should be the rulers of this continent. Why was that so?
Many walked to the front of the 'church' in the middle of the town like a tourist. He looked around and saw that no one was going to stop him, so he walked in.
Many did not have that anxious mentality anymore. It was an indescribable feeling. Leave it to fate?
Many thought of this word. After crossing the unimaginable threshold of Level Ten, his mind had a faint premonition of what was going to happen next. Although it was not as exaggerated as predicting the future, this premonition led him to wander around this place.
Many believed that he was not wasting his time. Instead, he was getting closer to his goal.
After entering the building that belonged to the believers, Many felt a solemn atmosphere.
That kind of unusual reverence and worship toward the gods, the somewhat oppressive aura, and the dim and obscure color could instantly make ordinary people restrain their emotions, return their expressions to calmness, and pull their desires back to the bottom of their hearts.
There were rows of seats similar to the ones in Saint Sophia's Cathedral in Odittore. There were all kinds of believers sitting on them.
Many could not help but feel the power of religion when they saw believers who looked different but were equally devout in this world.
However, in this place, would there not be any conflict between the divine authority and the ruler of the continent?
Many did not know.
Along the gaps between the seats, Many slowly walked to the front of the hall and looked up at the God that was depicted with crystals on the wall.
Demon God Garen, the only God in the Abyss Continent who had performed miracles — the only True God in this continent.
In many people's opinion, a mystical god shouldn't be depicted in such a manner. He should have thousands of changes in the hearts of his believers and not a fixed image. But at that moment, what he saw was an elder wearing a black gown. His facial features were indistinct, and his robe was extremely simple. His hands were slightly spread open like the embrace of the Grim Reaper. It was filled with a suffocating feeling that made people's hearts stop beating.
Oppressive.
This was the only feeling many felt after seeing this God's portrait. The bigger the God, the smaller the believers. This sentence allowed many to see the characteristics of this religion the moment they came into contact with it.
"Why aren't you bowing?"
A question suddenly came from behind many of them.
However, this didn't affect his mood at all. He turned around slowly, but didn't show any sign of servility.
It was a demon in a gray robe. Although his robe was also dark, it was not as shocking and solemn as the black robe in the image behind him. It could be seen that this person who was dissatisfied with many was a clergyman.
"I'm not a believer."
Many shrugged their shoulders, indicating that they did not know the rules.
However, this didn't seem to be forgiven. Instead, it was like poking a hornet's nest.
The believers around him stood up and looked at him. Their gazes were filled with suspicion at first, but soon, it turned into anger. With this clergyman's provocation, their emotions seemed to be stirred up in an instant. "Not bowing before the Supreme God Garen, even if you're not a believer of our Lord, you're still unforgivable!"
These words made many puzzled. I don't believe you, so why do you have to do this?
As soon as he finished speaking, two squads of twelve soldiers came from afar. Their armor had black linings, which meant that they were soldiers serving the Demon God Garen, similar to the Inquisition.
"Arrest him!"
This unreasonable and even unreasonable behavior made many raise their eyebrows. However, he watched the soldiers in front of him come before him and asked softly, "Not bowing, what crime should you bear?"
"The Inquisition will tell you!"
This sentence caused a slight uproar among the believers around him, but then they uttered a unified prayer, as if this had already sentenced many of them to a very serious crime.
"I'm sorry, I'm not interested to know."
Many left this sentence and suddenly disappeared on the spot.
In the face of this behavior that many of the Inquisition's army and the Demon God Garen's believers saw, this clergyman was stunned for a moment. How many years had it been since such a scene had happened here?
To say it was small, this was contempt for the Inquisition.
To say it was a bigger label, this was blasphemy!
To the countless believers and powerful Inquisition, such people could only be called "heretics".
For heretics, burning them to death was the best outcome!
However, it was still unexpected that someone would openly do such a thing in front of the Demon God Garen's statue. After a moment of shock, this clergyman immediately pointed at the door of the church and said loudly, "Catch this heretic!"
With this one sentence, Many had already been judged as the enemy of all believers.
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Many who appeared five hundred meters away from the church did not care about the significance of their behavior to this group of unreasonable religious lunatics. However, when they saw the group of people rushing out of the church in the distance, Many could not help but feel a little amused.
Their figures disappeared into the air without a sound. Many turned around and walked back to their own hotels. It seemed that this place was not suitable for them to stay. As the saying goes, one wrong glance would cause irreparable trouble. However, Many did not feel any regret or worry. His heart was still calm, his pace was still steady, and even his expression did not change.
"Get ready to leave."
Most of the maids only left behind a few words after entering the inn, and didn't give any other orders. As a qualified steward, Jia Luo immediately went to prepare a carriage. In less than half an hour, a large carriage stopped outside the inn. The maids tacitly agreed not to ask any questions, and under the protection of the three trolls, they boarded the carriage.
However, it was obvious that the believers here were crazier than Many expected. When the carriage drove out of the town, a group of cavalry and more than fifty infantry suddenly came out of the town.
"Heretics!
Those who disrespect God should be punished! "
Looking at the slogan being shouted from afar, Many felt that this kind of belief often had a very big effect in another aspect. When it came to the improvement of strength, the persistence of a belief would often let people get rid of all distractions. Although the small team in front of them did not have many people, Many could feel that there were more than seven professionals above level seven. The person leading them was a guy in a black and white robe who had the strength of level eight!
This kind of comparison of strength was not something that a small town could come up with. Many estimated that in the entire Empire of Saint Reims, only a random patrol team in the territory of Oditore could have this level of strength.
The carriage did not stop. In the face of this kind of endless pursuit, Many had to do something other than muddle through and escape blindly.
Unlike his previous cautious attitude, Many seemed to have suddenly seen through something. He walked to the top of the moving carriage and looked at the army that followed behind the carriage.
The highly mobile cavalry was very fast and almost instantly caught up with Many's team. The black-robed mage who was leading the team looked at the figure standing on the tall carriage in front of him. He had a completely different feeling.
In his eyes, Many just stood there quietly, as if there was no emotion. He did not have the fear of facing the inquisition, nor did he have the fanaticism of those heretics who hated the Demon God Garen.
His mission was to arrest him.
But after seeing the target according to the information, the mage felt that the person he wanted to arrest did not care about the so-called 'inquisition' at all.
He did not even have a trace of fear or disdain for the Demon God Garen above his head.
The one who shouted the slogan was a young knight. As the ruling force of the local inquisition, the cavalry was the sharp sword in Garen's hand. This title also made the knights have an unparalleled fighting passion. Their strength came from their crazy belief in Garen and their tireless efforts. But unlike them, the power of the mages came from the gods. This kind of power was similar to the power used by the cardinals of Lembas and even the pope. Every movement of the mages was full of the feeling of the gods descending from heaven.
Of course, low-level mages would not have this kind of effect.
Looking at the figure that did not have any extra movement or expression, the mage hesitated for a while and finally decided to stretch out the staff in his hand. As he prayed, countless cracks suddenly appeared on the road in front of the carriage, and then the soil became soft.
"God said: His path is full of obstacles."
This passage in the Abyss language came from the only official book, 'The Gospel of Kabusa'. It was both an incantation and the original words of the Demon God Garen.
The road in front of the carriage suddenly changed color. It was caused by the black soil that was exposed after the ground was turned over, and the cracks kept getting bigger. It was obvious that the carriage would definitely sink if it drove on it.
The cavalry even waved their whips high in the air, waiting for the carriage in front of them to slow down before they immediately surrounded it.
The mage who finished chanting the incantation paused for a moment and then pointed his staff at Many. "God said: That prison will forever imprison heretics."
A black light flashed in the sky, and then fell from the sky like a lightning strike, hitting Many!
In the face of this, many people still maintained their original posture. With a rumbling sound, a pitch-black fog enveloped the entire carriage!
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