Broad World

Almost everyone on the Faerun Continent knows that the most basic connection between gods and believers is faith. This is a kind of identification from psychology to behavior. If a believer violates the teachings of the god, he will be abandoned by the god, and he will either become an unbeliever or convert. Normally, the residents of this city have abandoned their beliefs, so the gods should let them leave freely.

But the meaning expressed by the guardian in front of him is not like this. They have even forgotten the names of the gods they used to believe in, but they are still forced to continue to serve. You must know that this kind of coercion can't bring any power at all, and it can even pollute the divinity, which is a completely suicidal behavior.

Thinking of this, Henry frowned and asked, "In that case, why don't you pray to the gods to let you go?"

Looking at the numb crowd on the street, the guardian sighed and replied: "I don't know, maybe it's an oath, maybe it's an agreement, in short, as long as the god has not fallen, we will continue to serve like this. Look at the city Residents, everyone is full of hatred for the temple. They don't even understand why they have to endure inhuman torture like this. Responsibility and belief have long since disappeared with the passage of time." "Thank you for the news, if you don't If you don't mind, we're going to go in now to see what's going on inside." With that said, Henry turned around and was about to push open the door of the temple. He has already got enough information, and believes that the rest can only be found in the inside.

The guardian yelled at everyone's backs: "I know you are all here for the artifact, take it, anyway, we are just guards in name only. Like those unconscious skeletons." Laziness from him can be heard in the sound. This person not only no longer fears the gods he once believed in. And I also hope that someone can completely destroy it.

"Damn! As a believer, how could he treat his own god like this!" Saili Love whispered indignantly.

"The reason why the gods are revered and served by mortals is that they have been fulfilling their responsibilities? Since the gods in the temple have given up their responsibilities, it is only natural for them to be abandoned by believers." After finishing speaking, Henry stopped Ignoring the astonished expressions of his teammates, he opened the door and walked in.

His bold remarks can be said to put gods and mortals on a relatively equal position, and regard faith as a transaction. The gods are pulled from their lofty position and need to step into their responsibilities just like mortals. This is completely opposite to the idea of ​​the supremacy of theocracy prevailing on Faerun, so it is inevitable that others will not understand it. As a person who has received more than ten years of materialistic education, Henry has never felt that the gods themselves have anything to be awe-inspiring. These guys are just a special life form with great power. Once it loses the support of mortals, it will be pulled into the astral world immediately and become a corpse. What's more, the beliefs of mortals can also have a certain impact on gods. The more believers, the greater the impact, and in the end, even their own thoughts may be forced to change.

He thinks that these guys who can't even maintain their original intentions are not trustworthy at all, especially the recent performance of the mad god Cyric has further proved this point. Countless believers were driven insane by his doctrine of the only true God in the universe, and in the end they got nothing but family ruin.

Just entering the interior of the temple, everyone suddenly heard a low-pitched roar in their ears: "Hatred! Boundless hatred! Anger! Anger that carries pain! Attack as much as you want! Vent as much as you want!"

"Look what that is!" Hina, who has night vision ability, pointed towards the altar and shouted.

Following the direction she pointed, everyone saw a red transparent monster. It has an ugly deformed body, a huge head with more than ten eyes and a big mouth with fangs like sharks. obviously. The monster was full of hostility towards all who entered the temple, slowly crawling towards the door drooling disgustingly.

Kai Dong's face was full of disgust. Frowning tightly, he asked, "What kind of monster is this, a demon?".

Henry shook his head slightly and explained: "No, this is a manifestation of the hatred of the residents outside, a kind of distorted mental body. Be careful, never attack with weapons or spells, because each attack will increase its power."

To be honest, he was curious how much resentment it was that gave birth to this projection. You must know that this disgusting monster already has the mind of a wild beast, and it will be able to have its own soul and will in a few hundred years. If it is connected to the abyss, an extremely powerful demon lord may be born.

"Can't attack? Then how can we destroy it?" Aimon asked curiously.

"This monster is the embodiment of negative emotions, so any positive energy or healing spells can cause huge damage." Henry made a demonstration for everyone while speaking. He unhurriedly took out a bottle of healing potion from his belt, and poured it on the monster's head.

I saw that the dark blue potion that was supposed to have a therapeutic effect was like a strong acid, quickly corroding the monster's skin, and completely disappeared part of the monster's body in just a few seconds.

Seeing this strange phenomenon, Yao En opened his mouth in surprise and asked, "Wow! This is really unexpected. Are you sure yours isn't something like strong acid?"

Henry smiled and replied: "Of course, if you don't believe it, you can try it yourself. In addition, healing spells are also effective."

After seeing the specific effect, everyone took out the healing potion and poured the holy water on them one after another. After a few seconds, the monster born of hatred was completely purified. The moment it disappeared, the fire on the altar was suddenly lit up, followed by a bright light, which made everyone unable to open their eyes.

Relying on his extraordinary physical fitness, Henry vaguely saw a man exuding divine radiance coming out of the altar. He looked like he had just woken up from a deep sleep, his face full of puzzlement and doubt. There is no doubt that this is a holy man of the gods, possessing powers that mortals cannot match.

As the light gradually weakened, the temple finally returned to normal. The holy man glanced at everyone, then frowned and asked, "Well... who are you? Why did you appear in my temple?"

Henry bowed slightly and asked back: "This is exactly what we want to ask, are you the god enshrined in this temple?"

The holy man thought about it for a few minutes, then nodded and replied: "God is me, this temple is also equivalent to me. Although it is no longer safe. The twisted monster is constantly nibbling away at my body, taking away my belongings. My strength. Although you temporarily wiped it out, it will return here again in a short time. The monster treats believers as food, and I am getting weaker and weaker because of it."

"So this is your temple? Unfortunately, I have to inform you of bad news. Those people outside are not your believers at all, or they don't believe in you anymore." After speaking, Henry carefully observed the other party's body reaction. But let Saint's expressionless face and glazed eyes make him very disappointed.

"But they must serve me. This is an agreement. Guarding and defending this place, and as a god, I give them life. This is an eternal contract." The saint spoke the truth in an emotionless voice.

No wonder the residents here have dull expressions and wander around idly. If it were someone who kept dying, resurrecting, dying again, resurrecting again and again, sooner or later, they would become like this. After all, there is a limit to what a soul can bear, so it is normal to selectively forget some cruel realities.

After learning the truth, a sneer appeared on Henry's face, and he no longer had any respect for the dying god in front of him. He pointed to the door and sarcastically said, "When are you going to stop? I'm afraid a fool would not be willing to guard a god who can't even protect himself. Accept the reality, you have been abandoned by believers, there is nothing but hatred can’t get it.”…

The saint muttered to himself with an expression of sudden realization: "No wonder... no wonder I couldn't hit that monster. That's their hatred and complaint. Whether they want it or not, the terrible monster has become an object of their worship. Time has passed, and I can never rise again. Even though this artifact is full of power, it is no longer as dangerous as imagined. I cry for my people. If they don't think of me again, I will die completely, and they will die still."

"Isn't that what you want? Let all those who believe in you die." Henry sarcastically said disdainfully. After observing for such a long time, he finally saw through the reality of seeing this guy. Although he is a saint, he does not have any supernatural power, and even a legendary magic can completely destroy it. There is no need to be afraid of such a god who is about to die, not to mention that he is completely to blame for his current fate.

The saint may have seen through life and death, and simply ignored the sarcasm in the words. He explained in a low and sad voice: "They will welcome the arrival of death, but it is not the death of the soul that is bound by the soul, but the real death, and everyone will reunite with me in the Fort of Eternal Sun."

"According to the contract, I must guard the artifact until the end of time. The maker of this artifact belongs to a very special race. Maybe you have heard of their name before. The creator, the first intelligent creature born on this land .This is a terrible weapon. If it is full of energy, it can even threaten the gods, so it will be sealed here and never see the light of day."

"I should be able to reinterpret this agreement and interpret them as the termination of "I". The purpose of the contract is to prevent people from using this artifact again. If it really comes to the end of time, then the last thing to do is to destroy Drop it, but I don’t have such a powerful power anymore. Adventurers, I ask for your help to release all the remaining power of the artifact, only in this way can I use my last strength to completely destroy it.”

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