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Almost everyone on Faerun Avenue knows that the most basic connection between gods and believers is faith. (Novel) This is a kind of identification from psychology to behavior. If the believer violates the doctrine of the god, then 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 go freely.

But the meaning expressed by the guardian in front of him is not like this. They have even forgotten the name of the deity they once believed in, but they are still forced to continue serving. We must know that this kind of compulsion can't bring any power at all, and it can even pollute the divinity, which is completely suicidal.

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 a vow, maybe it's a promise, in short, as long as the gods haven't 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 in this way. Responsibilities and beliefs have long since gone by."

"Thank you for the news, if you don't mind, we will go in now and see what happened inside." Then Henry turned and pushed open the door of the temple. He has received enough information, and believes that the rest can only be found in it.

The guardian shouted at everyone's back: "I know you are all for the artifact, take it away, anyway, we are just guards in name only. Just like those unconscious skeletons." From him lazily. Can be heard in the voice. Not only does this man no longer fear the gods he once believed in. And I hope someone can destroy it completely.

"Damn it! As a believer, how could he treat his own **** like this!" Celie Lev whispered angrily.

"The reason why the gods are respected and served by mortals is that they are always fulfilling their responsibilities? Since the gods in the temple have given up their responsibilities, then it is a matter of course to be abandoned by the believers." Henry stopped talking. Paying attention to the shocked expressions of his teammates, he opened the door and walked in.

His bold remarks can be said to put gods and mortals in a relatively equal position, and regard faith as a deal. The deity was pulled down from a high position, and just like a mortal, he needed to enter into his own responsibilities. This is diametrically opposed to the idea of ​​theocratic supremacy prevailing on Faerun Avenue, so it is inevitable that it will not be understood by others.

As a person who has received more than ten years of materialist education, Henry never felt that the gods themselves were worthy of awe. These guys are just a special kind of life form with tremendous power. Once it loses the support of a mortal, it will immediately be pulled into the star realm and become a corpse. What's more, the beliefs of mortals can also have a certain impact on God. The more believers are, the greater the impact they will be affected. In the end, even their own thoughts may be forced to change.

He thinks that these guys who can't even keep their heart are not trustworthy at all, especially the recent performance of the mad **** Cyric is more proof of this. Countless believers were driven crazy by his doctrine of the only true **** in the universe, and in the end they got nothing but the destruction of their families.

As soon as they entered the temple, everyone suddenly heard a low roar in their ears: "Hate! Endless hatred! Anger! Carrying painful anger! Attack as much as you want! Let vent as much as you want!"

"Look at what it is!" Hina, who has night vision ability, pointed and shouted in the direction of the altar.

Following the direction she pointed out, everyone saw a red transparent monster. It has an ugly deformed body, a huge head with more than ten eyes and a big mouth, and its fangs are as scary as a shark. obviously. This monster was full of hostility towards all those who entered the temple, slowly crawling towards the door with disgusting saliva.

Kaidong's face was full of disgust. Fucked his brows and asked, "What kind of monster is this, demon?"

Henry shook his head slightly and explained: "No, this is a manifestation of the hatred of the residents outside, a distorted mind. Be careful, never use weapons or spells to attack, because every attack will increase its power."

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

"Can't attack? Then how can we eliminate it?" Imoen asked curiously.

"This monster is a manifestation of negative emotions, so any positive energy or healing magic can cause huge damage." He said that Henry gave everyone a demonstration. He calmly took out a bottle of healing potion from his belt, and then poured it on the monster's head.

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

Seeing this strange phenomenon, Yao En grew up in surprise and asked: "Wow! This is really unexpected. Are you sure that yours is not something sour?"

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

After seeing the specific effect, everyone took out the healing potion and holy water on their bodies and poured them down. After a few seconds, the monster produced by hatred was completely purified. The moment it disappeared, the fire light on the altar was suddenly lit, followed by a bright light, and everyone in the photo couldn't open their eyes.

With extraordinary physical fitness, Henry vaguely saw a man exuding divine brilliance from the altar. He looked like he had just woke up from a deep sleep, his face was filled with puzzlement and confusion. There is no doubt that this is a sage of the gods, possessing power that mortals can't match.

As the light weakened a little bit, the temple finally returned to normal. The saint glanced at everyone, then frowned and asked: "Well...who are you? Why did you appear in my temple?"

Henry bowed slightly and asked, "This is exactly what we want to ask. Are you the deity enshrined in this temple?"

The saint recalled for a few minutes, then nodded and replied: "God is even me, this temple is equivalent to me. Although it is no longer safe. That twisted monster kept eating away at my body, taking away what belonged to me. My strength. Although you have eliminated it temporarily, it will not be long before it will return here again. Monsters treat believers as food, and I become weaker and weaker because of this."

"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." Henry watched the other side carefully. reaction. But letting the expressionless face and sluggish eyes of the saint disappointed him very much.

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

No wonder the residents here are dull and wandering around idly. If it is changed, whoever keeps dying, resurrecting, dying, and resurrecting again and again, will become like this sooner or later. After all, there is a limit to what a soul can bear, so it is normal to selectively forget some cruel reality.

After learning the truth, Henry showed a sneer on his face, and he no longer had any respect for the **** who was about to fall in front of him. He pointed to the door and sarcastically said: "When are you going to end? I am afraid a fool would not want to protect a **** who can't even protect himself. Accept the reality, you have been abandoned by believers, except for hatred. I can't get it."

The saint murmured to himself with a face of sudden realization: "No wonder...no wonder I can't beat that monster. That's their hatred and sorrow. Whether they like it or not, terrible monsters have become the object of their worship. Time has passed, and I will never be able to rise again. Even if 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 too still."

"Isn't that what you want? Let those who believe in you die." Henry said with disdain ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ After such a long period of observation, he finally saw through the reality of this guy. Although he is a saint, he doesn't have any supernatural power, and even a legendary magic can completely destroy it. There is no need to be afraid of such a **** who is about to die, not to mention the fact that his fellow fell to the present situation is completely self-imposed.

The saint may have seen through life and death, and simply ignored the ridicule in the words. He explained in a low and sad voice: "They will welcome the arrival of death, but not the death of this kind of soul and soul now, but the real death. Everyone will rejoice with me in the Fortress of Eternal Sun."

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

"I should be able to reinterpret this agreement, interpreting 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 it. Drop it, but I don’t have such a strong power anymore. Adventurers, I ask for your help to release all the remaining power of the artifact, and only then can I completely destroy it with my last power.” (To be continued. ...)