Looking at those children who were so thin that they were almost skin and bones, Rebecca couldn't help but reveal a trace of pity in her eyes.

"Don't worry, the supreme true God has arrived, and it won't be long before they escape from the sea of ​​misery with the gift of the Prince of Darkness." Another female member comforted in a low voice.

"Can you really ignore the cold if you gain the shadow physique, and also don't need to eat?"

Rebecca looked up and down at her teammate's dull complexion and slightly weird pupils with slightly curious eyes.

After all, everyone in the expedition team except her gave their faith and accepted the transformation of Shadow's physique.

The female member smiled and explained: "Didn't you notice that we didn't wear those heavy warm clothes when we were in the surface world?

It is of course impossible not to eat, but the need for food and drinking water has indeed been reduced a lot.

Even if you don't eat or drink for several days, you won't feel hungry or weak.

Because we can already draw energy from the Shadow Weave to make a living.

This is why we firmly believe that the great Prince of Darkness will help all mankind escape suffering and despair and enter a new era."

"Escape from misery and despair..."

Rebecca subconsciously glanced at the cathedral in the distance that was incompatible with the surrounding low-rise houses, and her eyes revealed strong disgust and hatred.

Just when she was about to continue asking about how it felt after acquiring the shadow physique, a slightly fat old man in the distance pushed through the crowd and came to the square with a dozen more well-equipped guards.

Upon seeing this, the team leader Aulis immediately stepped forward with one hand on his chest and bowed deeply: "Welcome, your distinguished Speaker Bran."

"Are these the gains from your exploration?"

The eyes of the old man known as Speaker Bran instantly shone, and he walked straight to a petrol truck and motioned to his followers to open it and take a look.

The latter quickly took out a dagger to cut the fixed rope, took down a heavy bag from above, then cut a small opening and grabbed a large handful of white crystals from inside.

The old man pinched a little and put it into his mouth. He immediately exclaimed with wide eyes: "It's sweet! It's sugar! You actually got so much sugar?"

You must know that since entering the underground world, most people have completely said goodbye to sweetness.

Since sugar cane, beets, flowers and honey cannot be grown here, if you want to eat sweets, you can only rely on expedition teams to search the surface world. They can only bring back about ten kilograms at most each time, which is an out-and-out top-notch luxury product.

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Only the ruling class at the top of society have the opportunity to enjoy it, and there is no place to buy it if they have the money.

But now, there is a whole bucket with forty or fifty bags, each bag weighing at least fifty kilograms.

In the next few minutes, Speaker Bran quickly inspected the other trailers behind the oil truck and found that there was almost everything from grain to condiments to indispensable salt, as well as priceless power generation equipment.

There are even various types of medicines that are most in short supply in this city.

In particular, he urgently needs specific medicine to treat heart disease.

"Incredible! It's incredible! Tell me what happened? Where did you find so many rare and precious materials, and what are these strange means of transportation?"

As if possessed, the old man swallowed a few pills to stabilize his overwhelmed heart, and then he stuck his head into the cab, where he saw at a glance those electronic touch screens full of technology.

Unlike the lower class of society who have long been cut off from the inheritance of knowledge and history, he and his family were senior bureaucrats who took refuge in the Refugee Committee at that time. They have retained many books and notes from those years, so it is clear that even in the prosperous era, humans did not issue such

s things.

"Are you sure you want me to say it here?"

Team leader Aulis asked in a lowered voice, pretending to be mysterious.

moment!

Speaker Bran turned around and glanced at the nobles who came with him. He seemed to understand something, and immediately ordered: "Follow me! Not only you, but other members of the expedition team must also come together."

"As you wish..."

Ollis agreed without hesitation.

Just like this, while other people's attention was firmly attracted by the supplies that were being unloaded on the square, the expedition team, as the greatest contributor, quietly followed Speaker Bran into the inner city where only nobles and their servants could approach.

After settling the others, the old man took the leader to the study alone and poured him a glass of wine found in the surface world: "Now you can tell me what exactly I encountered during this trip to the surface world. Especially you.

And the weird skin color of your team members."

"We actually met a god."

Aulis opened his mouth and threw Wang Zha directly.

"god?"

Speaker Bran was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Are you referring to the god described in "Divine Revelation" who brings the Doomsday Judgment?"

Aulis quickly shook his head: "No, of course not.

The god we meet calls himself the Prince of Darkness.

He not only revealed to us the truth about the destruction of this world, but also gave us magical powers, as well as the materials and transportation he brought back.

The most important thing is that all of us have witnessed with our own eyes how he uses his divine power to create a warm and comfortable area in the cold surface world.

Anyone who steps into it will immediately feel as if they have entered some incredible realm.

There’s even plenty of greenery and colorful flowers.”

"What? Are you sure this is not a joke, or that you accidentally took some hallucinogenic mushrooms or drugs?"

Speaker Bran frowned subconsciously, obviously not believing this statement.

"I assure you, this has nothing to do with hallucinations. If you don't believe me, I can show you a little bit."

As he spoke, Aulis pulled out the dagger he carried and cut a wound in his palm.

Dark red blood flowed out instantly, dripping onto the ground.

Just when the old man was puzzled by this act of self-mutilation, the team leader instantly used his priest level to release the most basic zero-ring magic [Cure Minor Injuries].

Even though this magical spell is quite inconspicuous in Faerûn, even priest apprentices and other magical spellcasting professions can easily cast it. At best, it can only make senior professionals feel a little uncomfortable.

But in fact, for ordinary people, this is enough to put half a foot in the door of hell.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Because converted into numerical values, [Inflict minor damage] can cause a little negative energy damage, while ordinary civilians only have a mere two to four health points.

One-half to one-fourth of his vitality was suddenly reduced. It would be strange if he did not suffer from a serious illness.

Therefore, as a living person, Speaker Bran immediately felt the cold energy surrounding the other party's fingertips, and shuddered involuntarily.

Before he could react to what was happening, the wound on the leader's hand that had been bleeding a moment ago healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This is?!!!!"

The old man's pupils suddenly dilated, he quickly took out the medicine bottle and took a few more pills, covering his chest with a pale face.

"This is the gift of the great Prince of Darkness.

He gave us near-eternal life, a body that never gets sick and is not afraid of cold, and the magical power you just saw.

I know that you have been troubled by heart disease in recent years, and you almost survived and left this world several times.

But now, as long as you devote your faith and spiritual world to embrace this gift, you can instantly regain your health and vitality."

While saying this, Oris took out a potion that exuded a dark and cold atmosphere from his pocket and gently placed it on the table.

"Gift..."

Speaker Bran felt that his whole body suddenly became extremely hot.

If he had witnessed the magic just now, he would not have believed these lies.

Because the religion in the city was a tool of rule created by his ancestors together with other nobles in the city to fool the lower class people, so it was built where the poor gathered instead of in the inner city.

But at this moment, the old man's heart was obviously shaken.

He knew very well that his heart problem could not be solved by medicine. According to the records in those ancient books, he needed to undergo surgery to replace a new and healthy heart.

Although with his power and status in Stalagmite City, he can get as many fresh hearts as he needs, but today's doctors are no longer capable of performing such a difficult and complicated operation.

On the one hand, there is no corresponding medical equipment, and on the other hand, there is no experience in this field at all.

Therefore, Speaker Bran can only rely on these drugs to stay alive.

If you fail to take care of yourself and suddenly have a heart attack, you may leave this world in a matter of minutes.

No powerful person wants to die, and he is no exception.

Looking at the potion placed on the table, the old man took a deep breath, raised his head and asked seriously: "This thing can really restore my health and gain eternal life?"

Aulis nodded without thinking: "Yes. But the prerequisite is that you must believe in the great Prince of Darkness and make all the residents of Stalagmite City convert to him."

"As long as you have faith?" the old man confirmed again.

"Well, as long as you have faith. Because wealth, material possessions and power mean nothing to the real God."

Ollis was forthright in his assurances.

He understood that the other party was worried that the rise of the church would threaten and destroy the existing power structure, so he gave him a reassurance.

But this is just a delaying tactic.

Once all the people in the city transform into shadow bodies and believe in the Prince of Darkness, the power of the nobles will inevitably transfer to the church.

Because the reason why the nobles can establish a stable city lies in their mastery of knowledge, technology, and methods of producing food and tools. Without them, the common people would not know how to maintain the city's transportation.
To be continued...