Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 375 Night Terror

[...1437 experience points]

Just moments after the data was refreshed, a strong gust of wind swept in, and a pair of giant, silver-glowing claws were already within reach.

Yaro stomped his foot heavily, his body advancing instead of retreating.

A dragonfly skimming the water!

As soon as the Dragon Soaring Technique was activated, it was as if an invisible wire suddenly exerted force on Yaro's back, pulling his body backward violently.

Clap!

"hiss?"

The undead vulture looked down in confusion, only to see a crystal greatsword, wreathed in flames, slashing straight at it.

Fiery Sword Technique - Charged Flame!

coax!

The crimson flames extinguished the eerie green light in the skeletal eyes of the undead vulture, and its massive body, like a kite with a broken string, swayed and plunged down along its previous momentum.

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[Defeat the enemy... 1363 experience points]

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"This...how is this possible!" Miles exclaimed in a panic, staggering backward.

"Miles!"

Upon hearing the stern shout, Miles, whose mind was in a state of confusion, instinctively looked over.

Solar Fist!

Miles felt as if he had been hit hard on the head with a hammer. His eyes were filled with shimmering, iridescent light, and he was dizzy and unable to see clearly for a moment.

The next moment, a tremendous force was released into his abdomen, sending him flying.

Thump!

Miles crawled up like a maggot, supporting himself on one hand with trembling hands, and dry heaved weakly.

Rumble!!

With a clap of thunder, footsteps drew closer.

pat.

A pair of metal boots stopped in front of Miles.

"Tell me your mission, tell me what you know, and I'll consider whether or not to let you go."

"Heh heh... Ugh," Miles laughed inexplicably, panting, "You... are not... a wizard of the Holy Empire."

Holy Empire?

The San Fernando Empire?

Yaro frowned slightly; the adjective gave him a bad feeling.

Miles' eyes were glazed over as he murmured softly:

"Merciful Father God, we thank Ni for bestowing this sacred empire upon this defiled world. We will obey Ni's will and protect this divinely granted kingdom with our lives. We are fearless in the face of sacrifice, and glory will protect the souls of our heroes, escorting them all the way to Ni's kingdom. There, gold and silver pave the ground, flowers abound, rivers flow with honey, and trees hang laden with fragrant meat. Dandelions that emit beautiful light drift in the sky, and on soft white clouds, holy and beautiful angels joyfully greet us..."

"Food, wealth, sex, plus faith... a prayer that addresses the pursuit of survival, the pursuit of the spirit, and the pursuit of the soul! But unfortunately, your prayer has a fundamental flaw."

Miles paused for a moment.

The pursuit of survival, the pursuit of spirit, the pursuit of the soul?

Thinking about it carefully, it actually makes some sense.

So why would this powerful 'wizard' say that the prayer was fundamentally flawed?

"Ordinary people basically have no chance to form a soul, have no self-awareness, and when they die, they are no different from the rocks on the roadside. For rocks, food, wealth, beauty, faith and other such things are meaningless."

Yaro concluded, "The most crucial point is wrong; everything built on that foundation is naturally false..."

Yarrow did not finish his sentence.

It is true that ordinary people find it more difficult to condense their souls than extraordinary individuals, but if they possess unwavering faith, they also have the opportunity to become a Holy Spirit.

But this isn't a class for students, so who cares if it's right or wrong, or even if it's completely correct?

No, that's not right, Miles cares!

Just like the vulgar curse "like a mother's servant," Yarrow's interpretation tarnished the treasure in Miles' heart!

Miles, however, did not know how to refute. He stood up abruptly, pointed at Yaro with trembling hands, and remained silent for a long time.

"As Baron Claire's personal guard, you are not without anything. Judging from your prayer just now, what you value most are power, wealth, and lust, aren't they?"

Yaro's calm voice was like an iron rod plunging into Miles's brain, stirring it mercilessly.

"Your faith is more like a one-sided transaction. Even if the god you believe in truly exists, would he accept this impure, greedy deal?"

Dark clouds gathered, and thunder roared.

As darkness descended, Yaro approached slowly, like a ghost.

"Once you die, everything we have now will vanish. Are you... truly willing to accept that?"

"Shut up!"

Miles roared in exasperation, "You have no idea of ​​the Father's mercy or the Father's greatness!"

"Is greatness built on lies? Does true greatness require you to give up status, food, wealth, or even your life?"

Miles backed away step by step, his eyes beginning to dart away.

By taking advantage of his selfish nature and his already wavering faith, they finally broke down his inner defenses!

Yaro was overjoyed, and a sharp glint suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Body Flicker Technique!

Swing your sword and slash!

Blood splattered as Miles clutched his wrist and screamed, "You devil! You're a devil! No, don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"I don't like being pointed at, and I'm not very patient."

"I'll talk! I'll talk!!!"

……

Under the cold night sky, the peaceful refugee camp suddenly became chaotic.

"Old Man Charles, Old Man Charles! Something terrible has happened!" Hami rushed to the cabin and, before he could catch his breath, shouted anxiously, "Many people in the camp have suddenly gone mad! What should we do?!"

"Don't panic! Calm down, don't go crazy."

Old Charles's face was grim: "This is night terrors."

Hami looked at the chaotic camp in horror, and asked in confusion, "Night terror? What's this?"

"It's a riot."

Yaro's voice drew closer.

"A mutiny?" Hami's expression changed drastically. "Isn't this something that only happens in the army?"

As Yaro's figure gradually emerged from the darkness, he looked at the chaotic crowd moving back and forth in the refugee camp, at the screaming, shouting, and frenzied masses, and calmly explained:

"A riot isn't exclusive to military camps. A mental state filled with high-pressure negative emotions, an extremely exhausted body, and a high-density living environment can all trigger a riot. This kind of thing can happen not only in the military, but also in prisons, schools, and even villages."

As he spoke, Yaro looked at old Charles, whose face was full of self-reproach: "This is not your fault. Even if you hadn't had someone sound the alarm, a riot would still have happened tonight."

"Brother Yue, you're awake... Huh?" Hami looked at the bound Miles with a puzzled expression. "Who is he?"

"I troubled Lord Yue to capture an inside man," Old Charles replied from the side.

After all, Yaro was an outsider, and it would be bad if he intervened without cause, which is why old Ciel stepped forward to take responsibility.

Old Charles then said, "Hami, take him inside and wait."

Yaro nodded, offering no objection.

After Hami left, Old Xiaer asked in a low voice, "Lord Yue, did you find out anything? Did you solve that demonic map?"

(End of this chapter)