Don't call me evil god

Chapter 63 Our Lord Will Bless Us

The application to dispatch the Crusaders was rejected by Bishop Skyter of the Green Harbor Branch. The more Miranda thought about it, the more uneasy she became.

The warnings sent back by the divine arts became more and more serious, and had clearly exceeded the level of normal "evil god-related items". Miranda tried to report it several times, but in the end she didn't even see the figure of Bishop Skate.

The deacon of the church told Miranda that Bishop Skyter would be attending a social gathering at the new luxurious estate of the big businessman Monger in Green Port in the next few days. If there was anything, they could talk about it after he came back.

In order to find Bishop Skate, Miranda went to the luxurious manor covering thousands of square meters in the upper city, but was stopped at the entrance by the guards hired by the big businessman Monger.

"Ma'am, Mr. Monger has instructed that no one is allowed to enter the party without an invitation until the party is over."

No matter how Miranda explained, those tall and strong level 3 guards refused to give in.

The Crusaders cannot move out without orders.

The red light of the divine warning was becoming brighter and more dazzling day by day, and Miranda was sitting uncomfortably in her small prayer room in the church.

The prayer to the God of Light that had helped her to calm down in the past was no longer able to ease her mind.

When Miranda was training in the royal capital of Starosh, she learned how terrible the harm of the evil god was.

A prosperous medium-sized city-state on the eastern border of the Kingdom of Reyak failed to successfully prevent the sacrificial ceremony held by the cultists, which led to the arrival of a terrifying evil god from the void.

It's just a tentacle of the evil god's body.

When the Torn Space appeared above the city-state, it blocked out the sky and the sun, as if it was the end of the world;

Ordinary people would suffer extremely severe mental shock just by looking into the strange eyeballs on the tentacles;
Those with poorer endurance will become stupid and dull even if they survive by chance;

In just a few days, the evil god turned the city-state into a dead city with an almost unstoppable momentum.

No matter they were ordinary people, professionals, or the crusaders who came to fight, they were all polluted and transformed into irrational monsters that crawled and twisted in the dark.

Miranda had read the last desperate note left by the Crusader priest of that city-state:

"New Huili Year 781, June 6, Day 5."

"The only divine spell that can still be used is [Detect Evil]. The red warning light is so blinding that it is impossible to look directly at it."

"It's like some kind of ruthless mockery. We can't even be sure who is responding to this magic."

"It's already difficult to get responses to other divine arts."

“There are refugees inside the church who are constantly showing signs of conversion.”

"The effect of the purification spell is minimal. We have no choice but to use physical means... to purify them."

"My Lord, please forgive our sins!"

"..."

This desperate notebook is one of the few readable materials found in the dead city. The rest of the materials are basically contaminated by the breath of the evil god and are full of crazy and frantic nonsense. Just reading it will cause serious mental shock.

Due to the fall of the Dead City, the Kingdom of Reyak lost a large area of ​​land near the eastern border, and the defense line was forced to shrink back to the outskirts of the Dark Forest.

Miranda couldn't imagine what kind of purgatory-like scene would have been if Green Harbor had failed to nip the ritual of the evil god's advent in the bud.

"Boom, boom, boom."

A knock on the door interrupted Miranda's worried thoughts.

"Ms. Warren, may I come in?"

The voice sounded a little strange, but Miranda subconsciously adjusted her appearance quickly according to the etiquette of the Crusaders: "Of course, please come in."

A tall, strong, middle-aged man with a resolute face pushed the door and walked into the room.

Miranda was a little confused. Her social circle was very small, and she didn't seem to have any impression of this person in her memory. "Hello, are you here to pray to the God of Light? How can I help you?"

The man raised his lips slightly, and said slowly and calmly: "Ms. Warren, I think you remembered it wrongly." "I am also a member of the Green Harbor Crusader Division. Maybe you have been under too much pressure these days and forgot about me?"

Listening to the other person's deep voice with a unique charm, Miranda looked into the man's beautiful golden eyes in confusion.

A moment of trance.

Then he seemed to remember something and said apologetically, "Sorry, sorry, maybe I got it wrong!"

"Yes, you are also a candidate for the Crusader!"

The man made a light stroke in the air with his right hand.

He took out a crystal ball that was emitting a strong red light.

His face turned serious. “Ms. Warren, you should have noticed that Greenport is facing an increasingly serious threat from the evil god.”

Finding someone who shared the same idea, Miranda could no longer suppress her distress and released the pressure that had accumulated during this period:
"Yes!!"

"It's clear that the warnings from divine magic are becoming more serious day by day, but...but Bishop Skate has no intention of sending out the Crusaders. If this continues, I'm worried that there will be big trouble!"

The man stared at Miranda: "What are your plans?"

Miranda said without hesitation.

"If Bishop Skate still insists on his own opinion, I will go and stop the evil god's threat even if I am alone!"

"Once we let them descend upon Green Harbor, the tens of thousands of lives here will be contaminated and turned into monsters!"

"Your power alone may not be enough." The man shook his head and reminded: "You should know that if there are really cultists planning a ceremony, you can't stop it with your level as a second-level Radiant Priest."

Although Miranda met the standards in terms of firm belief, she was limited by her own Tier 2 strength and was unable to become a formal Crusader.

This time, Miranda hesitated for a long time, and finally seemed to have made some kind of decision.

"If we can find the cultists, I...I will find a way to leave evidence and use it to convince Bishop Skate and the leader!"

"Besides, since you have also discovered that Green Harbor is facing the threat of the evil god, I believe that other candidate crusaders are also aware of this. I think I can unite with them and act together!"

The man's face was calm: "Have you thought about it? Even if you might be trapped in the nest of cultists, or even become their sacrifice to the evil god?"

Although Miranda was afraid, she nodded firmly, raised her right hand, and drew a circular prayer gesture on her chest, symbolizing the God of Light.

"Fight evil and maintain order!"

“Walk in the world and spread light!”

"Guard the flame of civilization and raise the banner of glory!"

"My Lord will protect us!"

The man looked deeply at Miranda and sighed.

"Ms. Miranda Warren, you have temporarily convinced me that I have changed my mind."

"I'll try to, uh... convince some of the candidate Crusaders to help you."

"I hope your Lord will bless you as you said."

"Also, call me Bahamut."

Miranda was in a trance again, and then she bowed hurriedly in surprise:
"Thank you! Mr. Bahamut!"

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(End of this chapter)