Game of the World Tree

"Hey, I've said it before, the water in the human kingdom is very deep, and Mengxin can't grasp it at all.

Looking at the dimmed names in the team list, and the frenzied complaints of the new players in the chat channel, Demacia sighed helplessly.

Come on, this boss group is out of whack.

However... if Old John can be rescued, he may be able to make a return.

A rough kick came from behind, and Demacia was kicked into a dungeon.

The dungeon was dark and damp, only the dim magic lamp hanging on the wall exuded a faint glow, and the visibility was very poor.

However, as an elf, Demacia has a strong night vision ability and can see the surrounding scene clearly.

This should be a rather huge dungeon with no end in sight, and there are many prisoners in the cages on both sides.

Indistinctly, Demacia seemed to hear faint prayers coming from the depths of the dungeon. It seemed that it was not from one person, but rather like a group of people praying devoutly.

However, when he wanted to listen carefully, the voice disappeared again, as if he was disturbed.

Demacia was curious.

He couldn't help but secretly opened the [Eye of Faith] to see what was going on.

However, when he activated this skill that can check beliefs, he was stunned for a moment.

I saw that in the cages on both sides of the dungeon, the light of faith on those prisoners was neither the green of unbelievers nor the red of other believers, but mostly white...

White...that's the color only for the shallow believers of the Church of Life!

Not only that, if he read it correctly, it seems that there is a lot of blue in it.

That's a devout believer!

good guy!

Are all the believers of the Church of Life in this dungeon?

Even considering the recent tense relationship between the Eternal Church and the Church of Life, Demacia was already prepared, but she was still shocked by the number of Life believers in the dungeon.

Only, there is something strange.

The faith is so fanatical that the guards catch the life believers here. How can you say that the level of faith must be devout, or even a mad believer?

Taking him as an example, in addition to the players, there are only those devout believers or even fanatics who can attack the city guards like him on the street.

But here, the vast majority are still the white of shallow believers.

Are there too many shallow believers here?

Demacia looked at the level of faith in the dungeon in amazement, while the guard who escorted him pinched his nose and frowned, shouting into the depths of the dungeon:

"Where's the guard? I caught another madman from the Church of Life, and quickly locked him up."

He couldn't help covering his mouth and nose, as if uncomfortable with the smell in the dungeon.

And after a long while, the two dungeon guards walked over slowly.

However, when Demacia saw the two dungeon guards, or to be more precise, when she saw the blue-violet light of faith on them, her eyes widened instantly.

What the hell!

What did he see?

Dungeon guards are also life believers?

And the kind that is about to become a fanatic?

Goddess above, is this the Doloria Castle prison where political prisoners and infidels are held?

Why even the guards have become their own?

No... wait, they even have NPC frames!

This is so special that it has awakened into a rare blue NPC!

At this moment, Demacia's expression was quite wonderful.

Contrary to his odd expression, the two dungeon guards seemed quite calm.

However, Demacia, who was keenly observant, noticed that the gaze that the other party cast on her from time to time was warm.

It was different from the guard who escorted him, it was a look at his own people.

Although it was hidden deep, under the observation of Demacia, who had strong night vision ability, it was not difficult to capture the trace of emotion in the depths of their eyes.

"You two have worked hard."

One of the dungeon guards, apparently the captain, spoke to the guards escorting Demacia.

Moderate attitude.

But Demacia, who had already sensed it in advance, vaguely felt that there was actually a deep alienation beneath the gentleness.

The guard waved his hand, as if he didn't care what he said.

Or rather, they're more like the dungeon guards who are too lazy to talk to the dungeon guards who almost blend in with the grungy dungeon.

After the two left Demacia rudely, they left here, and they didn't seem to want to stay here any longer.

The dungeon is dark again.

The two dungeon guards looked at Demacia, nodded to each other, and even stretched out their hands to loosen him.

Then, under Demacia's stunned eyes, they respectfully said:

"Are you the Elf Chosen? The tutor is waiting for you inside..."

Demacia:  …

Wait, he really came to a dungeon where prisoners were held, not the underground base camp of the Church of Life? !

He opened his mouth, and there were countless grooves in his heart that he wanted to vomit.

He envisioned that he would not find his target after entering the dungeon; he envisioned that he would be held in solitary confinement and lose his freedom; he also envisioned that this rumored indestructible castle prison was heavily guarded and could not move at will...

But the only thing I didn't expect was the situation in front of me!

Still, vaguely, Demacia felt like she had guessed what was going on in the dungeon.

Elf Chosen...

tutor……

Demacia couldn't help but look into the depths of the dungeon, and a somewhat ridiculous, but most likely true thought appeared in her heart.

"tutor?"

He probed carefully.

"That's right, Master John."

The Dungeon Guard answered reverently.

Demacia:  …

There are people outside the people, and there are mountains outside the mountains.

He suddenly felt that perhaps his missionary ability was not as powerful as he imagined...

Following the dungeon guards, Demacia walked towards the depths of the dungeon as if she were strolling in her back garden.

And the deeper he went, the more his eyelids twitched.

The light of faith!

In the cells on both sides, all the light of faith of the goddess flickers!

Guys, white starts, and the deeper you go, the more blue, and some of the blues have already started to turn purple like dungeon guards!

That's a sign of turning into a fanatic!

Almost all the prisoners in this entire dungeon have been transformed into life believers!

This... how much priest experience is this worth!

Seeing this scene, Demacia's expression was wonderful and very sad.

Seriously, apart from saving Old John, the motivation that supported him to sneak into Doloria Castle Prison was that he wanted to use his rich missionary experience to give ideological and political lessons to the little friends in the prison.

After all... nothing is more suitable for fooling around here, ah no, attracting "compatriots".

However, he never imagined that this place was already dyed with the color of the goddess.

Demacia has no doubt that if it weren't for the strong security outside the dungeon, and even rumors that there were legendary professionals and priests sitting in the castle, these people would have united and rushed out...

After so many years of accumulation, everyone in the dungeon is definitely a ruthless character. If all of them become believers of the goddess, the energy is absolutely terrible!

Of course, to be able to detain so many prisoners, Doloria Castle Prison is not a vegetarian. Even with the assistance of Demacia, if the prisoners can unite and rush out, I am afraid they will suffer heavy losses.

But as long as the God-Blessed John can be rescued, it is enough for Demacia.

Under the leadership of the dungeon guards, Demacia came to the end of the dungeon, a very large cell.

In the center of the cell, the dim magic lamp radiated soft light, and a middle-aged man with a straight waist was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

It was none other than old John.

There seems to be a faint radiance on his body, which is the embodiment of the power of faith.

However, the shackles of forbidden demons on his body were not removed, because that was not something that ordinary dungeon guards could manage, and only the church's courthouse could manage.

But even so, his body is still filled with the light of faith.

That only means one thing.

Even if he is imprisoned in power, his faith can break through the imprisonment to a certain extent!

This is the manifestation of the sublimation of faith...

Demacia froze.

In his [Eye of Faith], the light of old John's faith is no longer the pale golden light of ordinary God's favored ones.

Instead, it has become a kind of dazzling gold that emits little golden photons.

That's what he can only see on the eldest sister's head and Alice's body!

That is the color that only the dual identities of saints and favored ones can have!

Even Old John's NPC avatar frame is no longer a purple epic, but an extremely rare golden legend!

At this moment, Demacia's eyes widened, her heart beating wildly.

No wonder he could be sensed from so far away, the purity of the other party's beliefs has surpassed that of fanatics, and has reached the real saint!

This is the highest level NPC other than the goddess and a few myths!

He swore that he would hug his thighs this time!

At this moment, Demacia has automatically ignored the brain supplements such as "Master, Ancestor, Disciple and Grandson" that he thought before, and started to think about how to kneel and lick Old John.

Hold your thighs, golden NPC, not shabby.

Old John's expression was calm, and he was gently explaining the teachings of the Goddess of Life to the people around him.

And around him, there were prisoners of all shapes and sizes, and every prisoner looked at him with respect.

"Teacher, the Chosen Lord has arrived."

The respectful voice of the dungeon guard interrupted his soft explanation.

Old John looked up and looked at Demacia.

He smiled slightly:

"Long time no see, Lord Demacia."

He still remembers me!

No, he actually recognized me!

Demacia was surprised and delighted.

After seeing the considerable favorability between himself and the other party, Demacia suppressed her excitement and said solemnly:

"Mr. John, you are suffering, and I am here to rescue you."

However, Old John smiled and shook his head gently:

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Demacia, but I'm fine here."

very good?

Demacia couldn't help but look around at the messy environment with a weird expression.

Seemingly noticing his expression, Old John explained gently:

"Here gathers the most confused children on the entire continent. Isn't it a very happy thing to be able to guide everyone here and light up the light in everyone's heart?"

Demacia:  …

He resisted the desire to complain, sighed lightly, and said:

"Mr. John, the situation on the mainland is becoming more and more delicate. There are more and more conflicts between us and the Eternal Church, and the mobilization of judgement knights from various places is becoming more and more frequent. The war... I am afraid it is not far away."

"Once the war begins, as a favored one, you will likely be sacrificed by the Eternal Church. As far as I know, this is not uncommon in wars of faith..."

"I have a one-time artifact that can display the power of mythology, and can break through the blessing of the true God of the castle."

"With the life believers you have developed here, we can break through in one fell swoop."

While talking, Demacia had inadvertently used the honorific title.

Being able to develop so many life believers in such a short period of time, no matter what, Old John is indeed worthy of respect.

However, after listening to his words, Old John still shook his head:

"How can you escape?"

Demacia was slightly taken aback.

"Of course, continue to escape and return to our territory!"

He said subconsciously.

"But in this process, how many people will die? Is the purpose just for my safety? How many life believers will I have to catch up for me?"

Old John asked again.

Demacia was dumbfounded.

He had just been escorted to the dungeon, and he had spied a corner of Doloria Castle Prison, which was indeed a fairly fortified fortress.

Seriously, any guard patrolling above the castle would give him a feeling of trepidation or strong aura.

Oh, so are the dungeon guards. I am afraid that their strength is at least inferior to gold, but they have been turned against by old John.

"Lord Demacia."

Old John sighed softly:

"I can vaguely guess what the Eternal Pope wants to do by locking me here... It is nothing more than to execute me before the war begins, and even before the execution, humiliate me severely, and even teach life."

"However, what he wants to do is exactly what I want to do."

"I'm looking forward to meeting him and discussing our beliefs and teachings with him. In my opinion, we need to have a confrontation like this."

"This is a test for me, and it is also a test for me."

"Although the belief in the goddess continues to grow on Saigus, unlike your elves, our human beliefs are still too scattered."

"We... need an opportunity, an opportunity to truly ignite the faith in everyone's heart, so that everyone can be completely awakened and united as one..."

"At the same time, it is also an opportunity for those who are still confused on the mainland to truly see the fall of the empire and the hypocrisy of the church..."

"And I am willing to be that torch."

After saying that, Old John raised his head, looked at Demacia with burning eyes, and said earnestly:

"Lord Demacia, I want to be the beacon of people's faith, can you help me in this process?"

Demacia was slightly taken aback.

This time, his eyes were completely complicated.