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209 Strange Request

As soon as Grein said this, before Gvoguff could say anything, the two bishops Damian and Sigbert's faces changed drastically.

They no longer looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, but their faces were ashen.

Sigbert the Bull's voice was as loud as ever. He shouted, "Gren! Show some respect! Do you know what you are saying? Have you completely degenerated into an evil heretic?"

Grein immediately retorted, "Oh? I thought you, a foolish ox, were already determined to wag your tail to the Burgoni family. So, do you still have the concept of respecting the sacred?"

Owl Damian also had a serious expression, but after Grein accused Sigbert, he snorted lightly, seeming to agree.

In this mess, in order to appease Bishop Damian, the Bull Sigbert had no choice but to explain, "Hmph, I just think that priests should focus on their spiritual practice and shouldn't interfere too much in worldly affairs."

Monastics tend to stay away from the world, and even chanting scriptures is done by building a monastery and hiding in it. Therefore, Bishop Damian agrees with Bishop Sigebert's statement.

Gvogoff, who already hated Grenn, naturally agreed.

That's right, you priests should just recite your scriptures! You want to arrest people like me who run small businesses!

"Hahaha! Well said! So these prisoners in the dungeon should not be arrested by the Inquisition, including this Gvoguff who colluded with the devil worshipper, is that right? Stupid cow?" Grein laughed.

Then the smile on Grein's face suddenly faded: "If your answer is yes, then I will let him go now!"

Green looked at Bishop Sigbert with a burning gaze, naturally revealing the aura of a superior, and his words were full of strong confidence, as if he was still in charge of the Inquisition.

Even Bishop Sigbert could not bring himself to release Gvogoff from prison, so he was speechless for a moment when Grein questioned him.

At this time, the short Bishop Damian stepped in to smooth things over. "Wait a minute, Glenn, let's put this little matter aside for now. You just said that after the earthquake, you weren't sure what was inside. What did you mean? Isn't this the real Eucharist?"

Bishop Damian's eyes were burning, as if he wanted to see through the thick walls and the locked heavy door.

The real Eucharist?

Gvoguff's pupils shrank slightly. As the manager of the underground channels, he knew that high-ranking priests could use a divine art called "Receiving the Holy Communion" with the help of the stigmata.

Glogoff himself had personally experienced the power of the Eucharist. He was once beaten to his knees by Bishop Grein under the control of the Stigmata and was captured with hatred.

Hearing that there might be a real holy body behind this door, Gvoguff hated Grein even more for instigating him to open the door.

Coupled with Bishop Damian's comment on whether to continue to keep him in the dungeon as "a trivial matter", the anger in Glogoff's heart began to accumulate.

His eyes rolled around, and I don't know what he was thinking.

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In the Forbidden Forest, the Scarecrow's voice was full of confusion: "Ha is certainly not a god. Ha just vaguely feels that Ha should have died long ago. Ha thinks you can help me."

Is this scarecrow asking for death?

Russell frowned. This was an answer he had never expected.

"Me, help you? Help you die?"

"Yes, you should be able to help me die. I've seen your sword before. It's clean and sharp, and it can burn away the soul completely. That way, I'll never be imprisoned again!"

Russell became more and more confused, but considering what Francine had reminded him before that there were also a large number of souls in the scarecrow's body, he had some guesses.

"You mean to say that you are imprisoned by those wizards with their souls? As long as I destroy those souls that imprison you, you will be free?"

Russell asked, subconsciously tapping Francine's soul box with his knuckles.

Russell felt that this guess was at least more reasonable than the scarecrow really wanting to die.

"Hmm...hmm...the soul is too densely packed in its body to distinguish." Francine was clueless for a moment.

However, Ha denied Russell's guess: "No, the soul that bound me has been dispelled by you before. I just hope you can kill me, just like you killed that couple."

Before Russell asked the question "Why do you want to die?", Ha had already predicted what Russell would say.

It asked, "Or are you some kind of person with a moral quirk, and you insist on me fighting you to the death before you're willing to kill me? That's not impossible, as long as you don't mind."

As it spoke, it began to assume a stance.

"Armed" might not be the right word, for Ha seemed to be nothing more than a motionless scarecrow. But the earth beneath his feet began to stir, and the trees moved toward Ha, like soldiers rushing to defend the king.

"No, no, no, forget it. I don't mind doing you a small favor." Russell waved his hands quickly. Now that things had come to this, it was better not to fight. "I'm just curious about the reason. Why do you want to be killed?"

At the same time, Russell couldn't help but feel a little confused. Judging from the ignorance Ha had just shown towards humans, it didn't seem like the kind of creature that could use words like "moral cleanliness".

Russell didn't know what this sudden change meant, and he secretly increased his vigilance.

"Why?" Ha's voice was confused, even a little impatient. "I just don't want to live in this world anymore. Do I need so many excuses? If you want to stall for time by asking endless questions in the hope that I will change my mind, then why don't we just have a fight?"

At this moment, Eleanor suddenly spoke up: "Come to think of it, you are begging the master for help, right?"

"Master?" Ha was a little confused about this title.

Russell noticed that at the same time, Ha's tone became heavier, and he seemed a little... angry?

Eleanor pointed at Russell with a smile and said frankly, "Yes, he is my master."

Eleanor at this moment showed no sign of the occasional reluctance that occasionally welled up in her heart.

"Ah, yes, that's true." After Ha understood who the master was, he did not deny it.

"The master can't be considered your friend, right?"

Ha also agreed: "Yes, today is the first time we meet, so of course we can't talk about friendship."

"Since you can't be considered friends, then you should at least show some gratitude to the master for asking for help, right?" Eleanor then acted like a princess.

Using court etiquette, she asked Ha, "You can't possibly hit someone who's helping you, right? On the contrary, you should demonstrate your generosity."

"Ah, ah, okay, reward? It's not like I don't have something to offer." Ha took a long time to react, and was persuaded by Eleanor. The trees slowly moved back to their original positions.

The tense atmosphere unilaterally created by Ha dissipated.

210 A god named Ha decided to die

Eleanor was about to smile and say: Then, the best gift is just to satisfy the master's curiosity.

Francine, who already knew Eleanor well, didn't wait for her to speak before she immediately said, "Then let's see if you are sincere enough!"

What a joke, Eleanor, you are a princess of the kingdom, you have everything you want, and you know a lot of sweet words when dealing with people, but don't try to act generous!

Francine, the love-starved little girl, is very materialistic - which may be why only her soul is left now.

Ha said in his unpleasant voice, "Okay, okay. Do you know why I was considered a god in the first place?"

"Why?" Margaret immediately interjected, holding a notebook in her hand, her eyes shining, and she was eager to record this incident.

Russell noticed that among the three ladies, only Margaret seemed to have never shown any discomfort with the unpleasant sound of "Ha". He was a little confused and secretly kept this in mind.

"Just have your master kill me and dig out a round gem from where your heart should be, and you'll understand," Han explained patiently. "I do have the ability to keep the soil within a certain range fertile."

Margaret's pen tip rustled across the paper. "Is that gem your origin?"

"Ah, I can't really explain it, or maybe it's my core?"

"Then how long have you existed? Thousands of years, tens of thousands of years? Or even longer?"

"I do not know."

Margaret didn't expect this answer, but on second thought, it didn't seem strange that a supernatural being like Ha had no human calendar or concept of time.

So Margaret decided to ask a different question: "Were you born conscious?"

"This is the answer to why I don't know how long I have existed. I first became conscious after humans performed a sacrifice in front of me." Ha replied, recalling.

Margaret frowned and bit her rosy lips.

Did gods originate from human sacrificial practices? Were they the product of human consciousness? This is an interesting perspective.

What about our Lord? Was He born in response to humanity's desire to defeat demons?

Margaret's mind raced as she wrote down her thoughts and what Ha said in shorthand.

"When I felt the bloody corpse, I felt anger, fear, resentment, and sadness."

It looks like you simply absorbed the consciousness of the sacrifice through the gem?

Margaret felt that her previous thoughts seemed to be in vain. It seemed that the gem in Ha's heart had the ability to absorb souls. His so-called consciousness should have come from the beheaded sacrifice.

No, this is not the same as the Holy Lord.

Margaret subconsciously felt a little disgusted with Ha.

Russell also thought of the same thing as Margaret, and he frowned.

So, it seems like I'm not really human now? My consciousness is connected to this body in another world through the flames, which is quite similar to Ha's situation...

"Every year people come here to offer sacrifices, killing large numbers of people. The more people they kill, the more pain I feel," Ha continued. "It's as if the people being killed as sacrifices are me. I can empathize with their pain, but at the same time, I feel numb and on the sidelines."

"Later, I gradually realized that the so-called 'me' was probably made up of the souls of those countless sacrifices. Am I the one who deserves to be called a god, or am ...

Wow, even extraordinary beings have begun to think about philosophical questions like "Who am I?"

Russell raised an eyebrow.

"Have they—or perhaps 'I'—been unfortunate because of me? If I hadn't been able to keep the soil fertile, wouldn't they have been sacrificed?"

"I don't know the answer, but every time I grow stronger, my pain grows deeper."

Well, perhaps the large number of souls entangled in your body are the souls of those sacrifices. The emotions they left behind are the extremely strong negative emotions at the moment they were killed. No wonder you feel pain.

Russell was particularly able to empathize with Ha because he realized that he had similarities with Ha.

Russell felt that if he were infused with a large amount of negative emotions that people felt before they died, he would probably become depressed and want to commit suicide.

So, this is a story about how ancient people, through barbaric sacrifices, caused the gods who were supposed to bless them with a good harvest to become depressed and even want to commit suicide?

"Later, the sources of souls I absorbed became increasingly diverse. They were no longer simply slaves captured after being defeated in battle, but also included those of people of considerable status and knowledge. It was precisely because of absorbing these souls that I was able to slowly ponder these issues, rather than simply feeling pain and numbness like a wild animal."

Russell now understood why this Ha sometimes spoke incoherently, and sometimes spoke a lot of nouns that only educated people could say. It turned out that it was because it absorbed too many souls and caused schizophrenia.

"However, this pain is long-lasting and eternal, as if there is no end." Ha's tone was very heavy.

Everyone listened to Ha's story in silence, with only the rustling sound of Margaret's pen rubbing against the paper to accompany the unpleasant sound.

"Later, I was sealed in this forbidden forest by wizards. I watched them conduct all kinds of strange experiments and fight against the Inquisition."

"The ancient tree you just cut down was just an amplifier of pain for me. The wizards used it to suppress me, causing me to feel double the pain."

Russell felt that the root cause should not be the ancient tree, but perhaps some kind of spell to suppress Ha.

Harry felt doubly miserable, simply because the wizards' anthropomorphic human experiments made the sacrifices all the more painful.

It seems that compared to those barbaric wizards, the church is indeed more desirable...

Russell therefore believed that replacing barbaric wizards with the church was actually a progress.

"Until just now, I felt the emotions of that couple, Roger and Diane." Ha's tone suddenly became lighter, as if the clouds had finally cleared and the moon was finally visible.

"This is the first time I know that being completely free from endless pain can actually be such a joyful thing!"

There was a hint of drunkenness in Ha's tone, which seemed to be a joy coming from the soul.

"So, I beg you, just as you freed Roger and Diane, please free me from this endless suffering!"

Ha pleaded with Russell in an impatient tone.

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211 Some Preparations for Killing the Gods

As Ha's impatient voice fell, the entire forbidden forest began to shake, and they nodded towards Russell, as if agreeing with Ha's words.

Russell remembered Francine's secret warning before, that there were several souls mixed in every tree.

As if seeing through Russell's concerns, Ha said first: "You don't have to worry. All these fragments of souls in the whole forest are part of me. Maybe they disagree on many things. But the only thing that every fragment agrees on is the hope of getting rid of pain."

The trees rustled and swayed again, as if nodding in agreement.

Russell looked at the lush and boundless forbidden forest and felt overwhelmed. He felt as if he had taken on an extremely large workload.