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Chapter 679 You believe in Grek? ? ?

“Greek!!!”

The elven refugees shouted out the name of their god with loud pride.

Grek—Rick—K—

The name of a certain golden king echoed around Blackrock City, in a rather bizarre way.

At that moment, everyone who knew the whole story froze.

"What the hell"

Lanler wiped the water from the corner of his mouth and looked at the elven refugees with an extremely sinister gaze.

Did he hear that right? This guy's god is called Grik?

Could it be that my ears were deafened by the Tigrex's roar during the battle just now?

It's just a coincidence of names, right? No matter how you look at it, no one would worship Grik from the Sien Dungeon as a god. Even if you brought up Overlord Wolnir, it would seem more reasonable.

However, he immediately noticed a rusty badge pinned to the elf's chest, bearing the portrait of someone.

That crown, that old face—isn't that Greg from Stoneville City?

Lanler rubbed his eyes and looked again. It was indeed Greg's appearance, but he just couldn't believe it.

The world seemed to have become something he could never have imagined.

Is it an illusion? Could it be that Sain didn't actually make a move that day, and Yunka trapped our minds in an illusion?

"you"

The second prince was about to ask something when he suddenly didn't know what to say.

There were so many things to complain about that he didn't know where to begin.

Strength, prestige, reputation. Is there anything about Gary that makes him worthy of being worshipped as a god? What kind of freak would one have to be to worship Gary?

Thinking of this, Lanler glanced at the long ears of the elven refugees and suddenly felt relieved.

So they're elves. That makes sense; their kind is always so unpredictable.

Just as Lanler was about to say something but hadn't yet uttered a word, the dwarf refugee, bound hand and foot beside the elven refugee, suddenly slithered to his feet like a maggot and shouted in a rough voice:

"If you look down on that guy's god, come and learn about my god! I'm sure you'll be satisfied!"

Who is your god?

"The Red Wolves of Radagan!" the dwarf immediately shouted back.

Well, this person isn't even human anymore.

"I, I believe in the Cleric Beast!" shouted the kobold on the other side, in an even louder voice.

What kind of monsters and demons are these?
Lanle covered his forehead and suddenly felt a headache, a headache caused by not being able to keep up with the thought processes of these oddballs.

Upon seeing this, the guards rushed forward and slapped the refugees several times, silencing them.

"It just goes to show that this is indeed the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Religions, with all sorts of bizarre beliefs."

He very politely pulled his trouser leg back, and the fact that he didn't kick the elf in the face shows how kind and approachable he was.

He didn't want to press further about why these refugees worshipped such strange and unusual gods, so he simply waved his hand and ordered the guards:

“These people are not ordinary refugees; we must strike hard.”

"Yes!" the guards replied with unwavering loyalty, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

“This elf needs to be thoroughly investigated,” Lanler said, pointing at the elven refugee. “Especially investigate whether he has a history of sadistic murders, such as dismembering and collecting limbs. This guy is the most dangerous and we absolutely cannot let him go.”

"No! Why?!" the elven refugees cried out in despair.

"You already believe in Greke, so why ask why?"

Lanler glanced at him. It is often said that believers will deliberately imitate what gods have done. What did Greck do? He killed people and dismembered them.

Danger! This elven refugee is too dangerous! We must conduct a thorough investigation!

The elven refugees, crying and begging for mercy, were being dragged away by the guards.

But just then, Lanler suddenly noticed something and frowned.

Because he saw confusion in the eyes of the elven refugees—a pure confusion stemming from a complete lack of understanding of what they had done wrong and why they were being punished.

"Wait a moment."

He stopped the guards and walked up to the elven refugees, asking:
Do you know what kind of god Grik is in charge of?

The elven refugee immediately said:

"He is the creator of the world, and he controls everything in it."

"Say something beyond the general template."

"Uh, uh"

The elven refugees were now stuck.

Seeing his appearance, Lanler immediately understood what was going on. He sighed casually and said to the guard, "No need to investigate. This guy probably doesn't have any murder cases on his record. Just handle it as a smuggler."

The refugees were quickly taken away, and the disturbance was resolved.

"Your Highness, why did you suddenly stop the guards from investigating that refugee?" the bodyguard asked in confusion on the way back.

“If Jon were here, he would understand immediately.” Lanler tapped the bodyguard on the head in exasperation.

Jon was the bodyguard who went with Stellar and the others to find the Dragon's Nest Cathedral. He was also a bug glaive player who left the hunting team. He was considered a very capable and useful assistant under Lanler.

"Hehe, please enlighten me." The bodyguard just chuckled sheepishly.

"I am not unaware of the situation in the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Religions."

Lanler shook his finger, looking like a wise strategist, and said:
"That country has been a mess since ancient times. They say that all religions are equal and that all churches can have a place in the country, but in reality, a few big churches still control the discourse. Other small churches have always been exploited. The current rebellion at the grassroots level is entirely expected."

"Small churches, in order to attract attention, will fabricate all sorts of random characters as gods and worship them. They will seize any current hot topic to increase the church's popularity."

"Take that guy who was just shouting about believing in Grek, he doesn't actually know anything about Grek. All the praise he said was just a set of fixed clichés. This is a classic tactic of small churches. They only took advantage of Grek because he was famous recently."

Lanler, feigning an air of complete knowledge about the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Religions, continued:

"Go to Scammeron and ask around, you might even see the Faith Curse Frog."

"Can this kind of reckless behavior really attract followers?"

The bodyguard looked on with suspicion.

“Don’t underestimate the limits of humanity, let alone elves,” Lanler smiled. “This internal strife in Scammeron is also due to humans.”

"It is said that those major churches have unearthed treasures, which are far more valuable than weapons and equipment, but not a single piece of information has been revealed. None of the spies I sent out have returned."

"You actually sent people over there," the bodyguard said thoughtfully, "was the rebellion caused by the treasure?"

"No, it's not for that reason. The other churches combined can't defeat those big churches, so how could they dare to rebel?"

"Could it be..."

"The major churches started the internal strife first."

A pleased smile appeared on Lanler's lips as he said:
"Hasn't the Church of Holy Light had a perverse hobby since ancient times, which is to train a bunch of women as henchmen? This perverse hobby later became popular in several other major churches as well, and this internal strife is caused by them."

He sketched a woman's portrait in the air and said, "According to my intelligence, this woman was the one who directly caused the internal strife."

The painting depicts a woman who looks quite pretty.

If Gong Qiying were here, he would recognize that this person is the Holy Light Church expert, Mingdeng, who once visited the Cinn Dungeon.

Just saying this might not ring a bell, but if I told you that the lamp was the one who was forced to become an "awakened woman" by the torment of the dark areas in the dungeon, would you remember her?

"This woman somehow came to her senses and created a theory about pursuing freedom called the 'Declaration of Freedom.' She first spread it within her own Holy Light Church, and later it spread to other churches, enlightening and inspiring a large number of her compatriots who had previously only been able to act as henchmen in the church and had no freedom whatsoever. They gathered together and drew lots to choose a date."

"And now those big churches are in chaos."

The more Lanler spoke, the more unrestrained his gleeful smile became.

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The bodyguard fell silent for a moment, because he couldn't imagine what the so-called Declaration of Freedom would look like. After all, one can't imagine things one hasn't seen before. He thought for a moment and said:

"So, after the major churches fell into internal strife, the smaller churches saw an opportunity to seize the treasures and started an uprising?"

"Correct answer, it's that simple."

Just then, Lanler happened to pass by the Church of Holy Light in Blackrock City. He glanced inside and saw that although the lights were bright, the place was deserted and there were fewer worshippers. At this time of day, the clergy should be preaching, but there wasn't a single nun in sight. The place felt lifeless.

The scene bored the members of the Spark Church who were loitering nearby looking to cause trouble, so they turned around and left.

The Kingdom of Scammeron is the stronghold of the Church of the Holy Light. It seems that the incident there has also affected the church in Blackrock City.

"That woman named Mingdeng is really capable. She single-handedly disrupted several churches, no, I should say she disrupted a country."

Lanler muttered to himself:
"How did she come up with those theories of freedom? What guided her to think about them?"

If it truly exists, then that thing is truly "immeasurable merit".

"If she came up with it entirely on her own, then she's truly a genius."

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The Lord's Room in the City of Sein.

As he watched the adventurers' misfortunes as always, Gong Qiying suddenly felt an itch on the back of his head, and in the depths of his mind, he felt his merit points rising rapidly.

"What good deed did I do?"

He looked around in confusion. "I do so many good deeds every day, I can't remember them all."

Just then, a red letter came from the altar; it was from Chi Ya.

Are you here again to ask to trade dragons?
Gong Qiying opened the letter and glanced at it; it contained only one sentence:

There is a traitor among us.

(End of this chapter)