Wizard Immortal

Chapter 600 The Church

Inside the quiet house, watching Irula's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Gruul sighed softly.

In the room, pale white candles burned quietly, their light illuminating Gruul's face and making his expression appear unpredictable.

"Your Highness, is something amiss?"

Beside him, a servant, observing Gruul's expression, couldn't help but ask.

"I'm fine." Gruul turned around, his expression instantly returning to normal, and gently shook his head to indicate that he was alright.

Seeing this, the attendant beside him didn't think much of it, but simply nodded quietly and, led by another attendant, prepared to go downstairs to change his clothes.

After months of fleeing, Gruul and his entourage had not received any rest. Now that they had reached a safe place, it was time for them to take a proper rest.

A little time passed quickly, and soon it was late at night.

Late at night, when everyone around her was fast asleep, Irura, who had already fallen asleep, quietly emerged from a room.

He walked quietly to the outside of Gruul's room, looked at the dimly lit room inside and the even breathing coming from within, and couldn't help but sigh softly, his expression somewhat complicated.

"Is everything done?" a voice came from somewhere.

Irula looked up in the direction the sound came from and saw a figure walking in from outside.

It was a tall, middle-aged man, dressed in similarly dark clothing. The mysterious markings on his face were somewhat similar to those on Irula's face, yet also different.

Compared to Irula, this person exudes a greater sense of authority and carries a subtle air of menace that inspires awe.

"It's ready."

Irula sighed softly: "A sufficient amount of Crystal Flower Elixir could knock out even a mammoth. Once it drinks it, it will immediately fall into a deep sleep and won't wake up for at least several days."

"Well done." The middle-aged man nodded. "Leave the rest to me."

"I have already notified the guards of Veruba. They will send men to search the area shortly and then they will naturally find Prince Gruul, who is still unconscious."

"Once we reach this point, it's no longer our concern. We won't personally get our blood stained with royal blood, and no one will know we were ever here..."

"That's good then." Irula sighed, her expression still showing some hesitation and doubt. "But, Hill, is this really a good thing for us...?"

"There's no need for unnecessary burdens..." The man named Hill looked at Irula, seemingly able to understand the hesitation in the old man's heart from his conflicted expression: "The kingdom's war has gone on long enough, long enough that we are all starting to grow old."

"This dispute has reached a point where it must be resolved."

He slowly walked forward to the window of the room, looked at the peacefully sleeping Gruul inside, and softly said, "From the perspective of a Tamru, everything we have done is to end the conflicts in this Tamru Kingdom as soon as possible. From the perspective of a dark priest, everything we have done is also so that the light of our Lord can be better spread throughout the world."

"His Highness has promised that once he ascends the throne, he will lift the old restrictions and allow us to freely build churches within the kingdom and enjoy all the rights we are entitled to."

"Whatever the reason, we have a reason to do this."

As he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and his expression was calm and sacred: "For my Lord Karin..."

"I understand." Irula's expression gradually hardened. Looking at Hill in front of her, she also made a prayer gesture. All her hesitation and reluctance disappeared at this moment, leaving only piety and peace.

A faint, dim light spread across his body, and a few rays of afterglow shone upon him, making him appear like a messenger of God. At first glance, one couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and sense the radiance of the Lord of Darkness.

Just then, a soft sound came from outside, accompanied by thumping noises, as if someone was coming from outside.

"People are praying so early?"

Hearing the ringing of bells and the crisp sound of footsteps coming from outside, the two of them showed surprised expressions.

The church is open to the public, and not only is it open on weekdays, but it also holds regular events and even distributes food to disaster victims in times of famine to win over believers.

And if you calculate the time now, it is indeed time for the church to open, it's just that usually no one comes this early.

"I'll go take a look."

Irura gently rose to her feet and began to speak.

This time, in order to carry out this operation and to cover up some things, the original priests here have been temporarily transferred away, and the prayers and rituals for the past few days have been arranged by Irula.

"Go ahead, I'll keep watch here."

Beside him, Hill spoke without turning his head, his eyes still fixed on the room in front of him, looking at the figure lying on the headboard.

Seeing this, Irula didn't say anything, but turned around and walked towards the outer hall of the church.

Upon arriving in the hall and seeing the people who had just arrived, Irula's eyes lit up.

He was a very handsome young man, wearing a magnificent black robe embroidered with intricate pale silver patterns.

His long, smooth hair fell casually down, and a unique aura quietly emanated from this young man, making him stand out at first glance.

"He is a nobleman, and not just any nobleman."

Looking at the young man before her, Irula's eyes lit up, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her face.

To the high and mighty gods, there is no difference between lowly slaves and noble nobles; they can be treated equally.

However, this is not possible for the worship of deities.

Promoting the doctrines of God, organizing events, helping disaster victims, and developing believers—each of these steps requires a large amount of money.

Although they were treated equally on the surface, in reality, noble believers who could make large donations and provide various forms of assistance were certainly more important than ordinary commoners.

Looking at the young man walking slowly towards her, Irula smiled kindly, holding a dark gray badge in her hand, and went straight up to him: "Hello, how can I help you?"

"Hello." The young man appeared very polite, with a gentle smile on his face. "Excuse me for bothering you, but this is my first time here. May I look around?"

"Of course." Irula nodded, a smile on her face. "In fact, if you don't mind, I can introduce you to them myself."

"Then I'll trouble you." Adir smiled, looking quite interested.

Of course, this wasn't actually an act.

This was the first time he had ever entered a church dedicated to a deity since coming into this world, and it would be a complete lie to say that he had no interest.

Therefore, he came here early in the morning, partly to see if the group from yesterday was still here, and partly because he was very interested in this church.

With various thoughts swirling in his mind, he looked at Irula in front of him, his eyes gradually becoming deep and profound.

"Very strong!"

Looking at Irula before him, this was the first thought that came to Adir's mind.

Limited by the current situation, he could not tell how much power Irula possessed.

This is also due to the special nature of sacrificial rites.

As priests of the gods, their power originates from the gods and is highly concealed. It is difficult to determine how much power a priest possesses before they actually make a move.

Although he couldn't tell for sure, Adir could sense the immense, inexhaustible power emanating from Irula, which gave him a sense of danger.

"Roughly equivalent to the peak of a Great Knight. As a priest, he might be a bit weaker in actual combat, but being inside this church, his power might actually be stronger."

Sensing the danger emanating from the other party, Adir maintained his smile on the surface, but thought quietly to himself.

The pinnacle of a Grand Knight, converted into the power of this world, is equivalent to the pinnacle of a Bronze Knight, which is already considered an extremely powerful force.

The father of Adir's body, the strongest member of a traditional knight family, was only a bronze knight.

"Such a powerful priest, instead of staying in one of the major dioceses in the country, has come to this remote little town of Veruba..."

Gazing at Irula's retreating figure, Adir shook his head inwardly: "And that familiar power..."

Adir sensed a very familiar power emanating from the other person, a power he had experienced many times in another world.

The power of the soul.

At this moment, flowing through Irula's body was none other than the soul power that Adir had sensed many times in the Misty World.

However, compared to the soul power used in that world to simply sign blood pacts and strengthen contracted beasts, the soul power on this priest was much purer, and it carried a strong mark that left a deep imprint on the other person.

This discovery stirred something within Adir, and he seemed to ponder it.

They walked through the church and soon reached the sides of the hall.

On both sides of the hall, huge murals are displayed all around, giving people an extremely shocking viewing experience.

At the very beginning of the mural, a short man is holding a tiny baby, carefully protecting it.

"This is?"

Looking at the mural in front of him, Adir stopped in his tracks, seemingly somewhat surprised.

"This is the moment of the birth of the great god, the Lord of Darkness," Irula said quietly, a gentle smile on her face.

(End of this chapter)