Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 293

base.

An elderly priest with white hair, holding an oil lamp, lit the torches one by one, following the usual procedure.

"Merciful and great Moon Goddess, your faithful follower prays to you, wishing for a better afterlife..."

"Then God said, 'The earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep.'"

"He said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light..."

Most of the novice priests who passed by gave him strange looks, as if he were some kind of oddball.

The gods have fallen!

The moon goddess is no exception.

The sanctuary once took it upon itself to resurrect the goddess, but after hundreds of years of effort, it found nothing.

now.

The power of otherworldly deities has already infiltrated; clinging to the so-called goddess is nothing but self-deception.

Decades ago, the top echelons of the sanctuary had already abandoned the idea of ​​resurrecting the goddess and instead sought other solutions.

of course.

There are always some people who cling to their so-called "faith," and these people gradually become marginalized.

"tutor."

A young man lighting a lamp in front of him turned around and looked back:

Will God really save us?

"First comes self-salvation, then comes divine salvation." The old priest grinned upon hearing this and answered according to scripture:

"God will not save those who have given up on themselves and lost hope. But if you remain steadfast in the face of adversity, miracles will naturally occur."

"Really?" The young man's eyes were filled with confusion.

"They all say the goddess is dead, and we should convert to other gods. Holding onto stone sculptures and clay figures won't get us anything."

"Nonsense!" The old priest's face darkened.

"Only mortals die; gods never do."

"Moreover, we believe in gods not to gain anything, but because the gods' instructions are correct."

"Only evil gods tempt people with profit; true gods seek peace of mind, mercy, and justice."

"Yes." The young man lowered his head.

"My mentor is right."

The old priest gently shook his head. He knew that his words would not convince the other party. Since the seed of doubt had already taken root in his heart, it would eventually grow and lead him astray, just like the other apprentices who had followed him in his studies.

Ugh!

The sanctuary is no longer the sanctuary it once was; it no longer guides people to the sublime, but only leads them to hell.

"Hiss..."

Just then, a priest in black, accompanied by two blasphemous beasts, walked towards them and blocked their way.

The strange smell and hissing of the blasphemous beast made the young man instinctively hide behind the old priest.

"Fran!"

The priest in black had a cold and stern expression:

"Based on the order signed by the Second Elder, I am now arresting you on charges of 'colluding with an evil god'."

"Colluding with an evil god?" The young man was taken aback and hurriedly asked:

"Senior, isn't there some misunderstanding? Our mentor has never left the base, how could he possibly be colluding with an evil god?"

"Whoosh!"

The priest in black flicked his hand, revealing a scroll with portraits of a man and a woman on it.

"Fran, you know them, right?"

"Jerry, Nicole." The old priest nodded.

"I know them. They are good kids who are still holding fast to their faith in this situation."

"That's it." The priest in black sneered.

Let's go!

"This..." The old priest paused, as if he had thought of something, a helpless and bitter expression appearing on his face. He nodded and said:

"OK."

"Mentor." The young man looked terrified.

"No!"

Although he was young, he knew what the black-clad priest's clothes represented: the church's enforcers would only take action against believers who violated their "faith," and once they did, they were almost certain to not return.

"snort!"

The priest in black sneered:

"You're coming with me too."

"What?" The old priest's expression changed:

"He's just a child, he doesn't understand anything."

"Whether you understand or not is not for you to decide." The priest in black said coldly.

"Come back with me and we'll talk!"

……

The old priest trembled, his expression shifting between struggle, resentment, and anger... before finally settling into helplessness.

"God, please bestow your grace!"

The black-clad priest sneered at his lament and was about to reach out when he suddenly stopped.

"Who?"

He turned around abruptly, looking into the dark corner, where the two blasphemous beasts beside him roared and pounced.

"Whoosh!"

Two intersecting, cold glints suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Holy Cross Slash!

"Bang!"

The two blasphemous beasts let out a mournful cry and were thrown away, while the black-clad priest froze on the spot.

A cross-shaped crack appeared on his body.

"Sizzle..."

The cracks widened, splitting his body into four pieces, with blood spurting from the wounds, bringing silence to the scene.

"Walk!"

A female priest, holding a sharp sword, stepped out from the corner and gestured to an old man and a young man:

"Get out of here quickly."

"Josie." The old priest's face showed emotion.

"It's you."

"Let's go." Josie's face was grim.

"The base is under the surveillance of the evil god. Let's leave quickly while the Second Elder and the others are away."

"That's right." The young man reacted even faster, nodding quickly.

"Mentor, let's go quickly."

As they were speaking, the two blasphemous beasts pounced again, brandishing their claws and engaging Josie in battle.

The blasphemous beast possesses the strength of a legendary knight, fearless of death and pain. Furthermore, due to the evil god's bloodline within it, it can regenerate at an extremely fast speed unless it suffers severe injuries such as severed limbs or decapitation.

Therefore, when they start fighting, they are far more difficult to deal with than ordinary legendary knights.

Josie was one of the more outstanding priests in the base, but she found it difficult to completely eliminate them in a short time.

"Walk!"

Josie swung her sword, sending the attacking blasphemous beast flying, and roared:

"Hurry up!"

The three fought and fled, and just as the exit was in front of them, two burly figures blocked their way.

"Mechanical puppet!"

The young man looked desperate.

"It's over!"

The mechanical puppeteer is a product created by the Creator's servants. It is made entirely of hard metal and is a weapon of mass destruction. It also possesses legendary-level strength.

"Ugh!"

The old priest trembled as he shakily drew the short sword from his waist, a resolute glint in his eyes:

"For the sake of faith!"

"boom!"

He thrust out his sword, and the two mechanical puppets in front of him exploded with a bang, startling the three people in the arena.

"Mentor." The young man blinked.

"You're amazing."

"..." The old priest opened his mouth:

"It wasn't me."

Where the mechanical puppet had been, flames outlined a portal covered in strange patterns, and a hand was reaching out from it.

Karl stepped out of the gate of fire, glanced at his surroundings, and shook his head slightly.

"What are you doing at the base entrance?"

"This..." Nicole looked embarrassed.

"I was worried that if something went wrong, we might have to flee, so I had old Fran set up the location here."

"Sigh!" Carl sighed.

"never mind."

He stepped forward and roared at the two blasphemous beasts that were charging at him:

"evil creature!"

"Stop right now!"

The bloodline aura of the high-ranking Pale Wings emanated from its body, causing the blasphemous beast to freeze in place.

"You should go to the place where blasphemous beasts are kept."

Karl took out a dozen or so rattle-like objects from his person and handed them to everyone present.

"It can control the blasphemous beasts, and with their help, it can temporarily control the base."

This is the result of his research over the past year.

Based on the temple's technology, bloodline witchcraft, and the Three-Plate Technique, it is possible to seize control of the temple priests over the blasphemous beasts.

of course.

It can only be controlled at a low level; it will be limited even if the person in question is alive or a Holy Elder.

"yes!"

"Let's go!"

This was the pre-arranged plan, and the group nodded in agreement.

"France?"

Karl looked at the old priest:

"Take me to the location of the Pale Wings' right hand."

(End of this chapter)