Dark, deep, ancient...
When Zuo Si walked through the tunnel to the temple, he immediately felt the distortion, resentment and hatred in the surrounding air.
The people living here all look like zombies, indifferent to everything around them.
Even if an old man suddenly falls to the ground and dies, no one passing by will react at all.
But what is even more incredible is that the old man who died just now turned into a young child again in just a few seconds.
Obviously, he did not really die, but completed a reincarnation.
At this moment, Zuo Si finally understood why all the people here were lifeless and completely devoid of any joy, anger, sorrow, and joy that living creatures should have.
The reason is very simple!
They have been living here for generations before the ancient sun god Amaunata fell, guarding this unknown underground temple, most likely for thousands of years.
For thousands of years, everyone maintained a state of immortality, repeating the same process over and over again.
Such a long time!
Such a closed environment!
I don’t even know how many times I have tried to commit suicide.
Some people may have been crazy before, but a long time is enough for the madness to gradually cool down.
This kind of eternal life is not a blessing at all, but an out-and-out curse.
It is the most vicious, most desperate, and most likely to produce a curse that comes from the depths of the soul and resentment and hatred.
"What an incredible sight. Although these people are still alive, their hearts and souls are dead. Only their bodies are left and are still bound here and will never be able to be freed." Mural couldn't help but sigh slightly.<
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Although he is not a sentimental person, he even stayed in the "Mad Mage"'s Lost City for nearly a thousand years.
But compared to these Amaunata believers, they are not much luckier.
At least dark elves and adventurers will appear in the maze on the ground from time to time, giving Mural something to do, instead of being like these people who even commit suicide to get relief.
"Yes! With the fall of the ancient sun god, these poor guys were completely forgotten.
The remaining saint seemed to have been severely eroded, and had no way to respond to these believers. Over time, it became what it is now.
So this is the reason why I never believe in any god.
Only the weak and idiots would leave their destiny in the hands of God."
Zuo Si said as he walked straight towards the entrance of the temple.
No one along the way made even the slightest reaction to his intruder.
Even the guardian standing at the door just stood there expressionless like a sculpture, letting the two people pass by him.
When you enter the temple, the first thing you see is neither a majestic and gorgeous hall nor a huge statue.
It is a life form that exudes a faint divine light, but its appearance has been distorted by some evil force into a demon-like appearance.
It was as if he had lost his subjective consciousness. When he found someone walking in from the outside, he immediately shouted in a low and hoarse voice: "Pain! Anger! Hatred! Vent out the anger in your heart!"
Instantly!
Both Zuo Si and Mural immediately felt their brains begin to buzz.
At the same time, a kind of anger that cannot be described in words quickly emerged from the subconscious.
However, due to Zuo Si's divine power, he quickly regained his sober and calm consciousness.
But Mural seemed to have lost control, his eyes flashed with a terrifying red light, and he suddenly pulled out his sword and wanted to kill him.
Unfortunately, at the critical moment, Zuo Si gave him a decisive order to stop all actions, and then launched several simple healing magic spells on the slow-moving life form.
No matter at any time, positive energy is the nemesis of all evil, death and filth.
After a while, this thing that seemed to be the embodiment of a strong emotion slowly disappeared.
Instead, an image of a man glowing with golden light appeared on the altar.
He has silver-white hair, looks very slender, holds an inconspicuous long staff, wears a dark purple robe, and holds a thick book in his other hand.
The golden light is reflected from the surface of its skin.
You don't need to ask to know that this man is the ancient sun god - the saint of Amaunata, the only god in Faerûn with a complete "sun" priesthood.
I don’t know whether it is because he has been sleeping for too long, or is contaminated by the hatred from believers, or is corroded by other evil gods, demon lords or devil dukes. The eyes and expressions of this saint are very dull and confused.
, seems a little unclear about the situation.
After several minutes, the pair of eyes shining with golden light like the sun finally regained their majesty and turned their gaze to the two people standing in the temple.
"Who are you? Why do you appear in this temple that belongs to me?"
"We are residents living in surface cities, and we accidentally discovered this place while clearing out a beholder nest." Zuo Si selectively told part of the truth.
Because he knew very well that lying in front of this divine saint was definitely the stupidest choice, bar none.
After all, most gods can easily detect lies, unless the lie is fabricated by Cyric, who has the priesthood of "Conspiracy", "Deception" and "Lie".
"Surface city? Beholder lair? Ah! I remembered it. It was that terrible monster who discovered this place, took away half of the artifact from me, and also tried to twist and usurp my divine power and faith."
The saint of Amaunata spoke with strong anger.
Because this kind of behavior is blatant and unabashed blasphemy!
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No!
Maybe profanity is too conservative!
You should be contemptuous of gods!
It is clear that the god behind the bullying of the saint has died, and it is firmly believed that he will never return again.
"Did the eye magician who lost his main eye do it?" Zuo Si probed in an uncertain tone.
He couldn't believe it, Blind Eye was so crazy, and it wasn't as simple as just trying to seize the artifact.
But like Irenicus, he is also trying to study the gods, and wants to usurp the saint's remaining divine power, faith and possible remaining divine sparks.
No wonder the "Blind Eyes" sect later developed and even spread widely in Ascaltra and its surrounding areas.
This is the beholder using the power of the artifact to gather faith and prepare himself to officially become a god.
The saint of Amaunata nodded slightly: "Yes, that's it. This temple is the last refuge, and it is also me. If its conspiracy succeeds, not only can it obtain the artifact, but it can also capture me.
The remaining divine power. Over the years, that beholder has been using half of the artifact to feed on the faith of my people, constantly devouring the little power I have left."
"What exactly is the artifact you mentioned? Why is the Eye Mage so eager to get it?" Zuo Si asked curiously.
Although he can definitely ask by summoning "Blind Eyes".
But considering the high fees that need to be paid and the cooling time of more than half a month, it is best to get the answer from the saint in front of you.
"This artifact was originally made by a very special race. It can gather the power of faith to form real divine power, and then give the enemy a violent impact when needed. Unless you have divine power or a spark of divinity, there is no
No mortal thing can withstand such destructive power."
The Saint of Amaunata did not hide anything, and directly stated the function of the artifact.
Because to him, all this doesn't matter anymore.
Due to the death of the body, the reason why the saint has been able to maintain it until now is entirely dependent on the power of faith accumulated in this temple for thousands of years, as well as those outside who are firmly bound here and live a life worse than death every day.
Poor believers.
"If I am willing to help you get rid of that Eye Mage, can you lend me half of the artifact? After all, it not only threatens this temple, but also threatens the cities on the surface and the ordinary people living in the cities."
Zuo Si probed cautiously.
The saint of Amaunata lowered his head and pondered for a while, and quickly responded: "Yes! But after you use it, you must make sure to bring it back intact. You must not bring it to the surface, otherwise there will be terrible consequences.
Things happen."
"No problem."
Zuo Si agreed simply and neatly.
To be continued...