This is a feeling that should not be experienced in the black forest of the ashes. However, Carson Berg truly felt that his soul seemed to be caressed by a warm morning light, and gradually calmed down, tense due to high vigilance.
Tight muscles are also silently resting
He relaxed a lot. After realizing this, he was shocked and bit his tongue hard to wake himself up. The sweet and fishy smell of blood and rust coming from his lips and teeth allowed him to get rid of this influence.
, re-examine the surrounding environment with a cautious eye.
There is no shortage of evil gods in this world who disguise their sinister fangs with sweet faces - or in other words, all gods do this. When a person is too immersed in the apparent prosperity, it means that his death is near.
Therefore, the better the surrounding environment, the more frightening the crisis lurking in the dark.
Carson Berg wanted to force himself to ignore those scenes, but he sadly found that he couldn't.
As if a curtain of rippling mist had been lifted, he quietly walked into a garden whose beauty was difficult to describe in words. The deep and eerie black forest had occupied his vision for a long time, and suddenly he was greeted by a large field of blooming flowers.
The greenery. The fresh forest wind swirled around the unknown trees, bringing a cool and refreshing breath; those black pine trees that exuded a gloomy and twilight atmosphere from the inside to the outside were isolated from the outside.
Instead, there were some tree species that he couldn't name. Without exception, they were all ancient and huge, with lush branches and green leaves. Carson Berg even heard the ethereal and melodious chirping of birds coming from the forest.
It spread for a long time, and a bird with snow-white feathers, like an eagle and a falcon, stopped on a branch. After staring at him quietly for a while, it flapped its wings and flew away, and a large piece of snow fell down.
of flight feathers.
The church he was looking for stood quietly between the wind and the woods. A large meadow stretched from the front of the church to the feet of Carson Berg. He lowered his head and glanced at the dazzling green color.
The unfamiliar touch made him feel lost. He remembered that many years ago, when he traveled far away from home, he seemed to have witnessed similar beautiful scenery, and he was deeply saddened by this.
He was so drunk. But in the end, he chose to return to his hometown and fight against seemingly impossible enemies for a foolish ideal. From then on, his feet were always filled with blood and fire.
Burnt, or barren dust filled with dead leaves and humus, and as for the feeling of stepping on grass, this man has long forgotten.
Now it's just a matter of regaining memories.
It would be great if I could stay here all the time - such a thought appeared in Carson Berg's mind at an inappropriate time. He was not even sure whether this was his sincerity or whether he had been tempted by the evil god. Because, for beauty,
The yearning is essentially rooted in everyone's heart. He strives to fight against the invaders and protect this land at all costs. Isn't it the hope that one day, his hometown can regain its vibrant appearance?
However, the "vitality" mentioned here refers to the vitality of a city. When the city of Ashes Suarez was still known as a paradise for adventurers, explorers and gamblers, it was full of vigor and vitality.
Spirit. As for the Black Forest, it was born from
It has always had this lifeless appearance from the beginning. Only this kind of "evil tree from the underworld" that can grow on the ashes and scorched earth is as alive as if it is dead, and other tree species cannot tolerate the barren environment here. This is completely
The result of natural selection.
So, who can tell him what is going on with these unnamed trees, shrubs and even weeds that can be seen everywhere? Not only do they not look like products from the Ansers area, they don’t even look like them.
A product of the Eastern Continent. No one would ever put in the effort to make it.
The continent across the sea introduced a number of rare species, and spent a lot of effort and time to improve them, just to make them adapt to the ash and scorched earth in the black forest, creating such a large piece of beautiful scenery that can be called a paradise. Finally, in the right place
Is it the right time to seduce yourself?
Carson Berg carefully used a machete to cut open the trunk of a big tree. He watched the milky white gelatinous liquid seep out slowly. After confirming that this was not an illusion, he couldn't help but have such ridiculous thoughts in his mind.
If this is the case, this cult from bottom to top, from ordinary believers to the leader, and even to the god they worship and follow, can definitely be said to be a model of a sick mind. Even though many people in the Eastern Continent have confused thoughts and behave erratically,
Among the sects with strange styles, they can be considered as the leading group.
Carson Berg's experience tells him that it is best not to come into contact with these sick-minded believers easily - whether they are cults or not, they will always make mistakes at a time that you don't expect and in ways that you don't expect.
Something you don't expect.
but--
He looked beyond the church and looked further away. There was an open space there with a dozen simple wooden houses distributed in a ring. This was the eleventh stronghold of their resistance organization, the Ashes Guerrilla. It
Originally it was supposed to be surrounded by lush
Covered by the black forest, at this moment, everyone is drawn into the scope of this beautiful scenery. It is surrounded by beautiful trees, and the open space is filled with meadows and flowers. However, the wooden house itself is too simple and crude in style, which is different from the surroundings.
The scene is just out of place.
If they had not obtained the supplies stored in the stronghold, many of the companions who followed them would have died of pain and despair. The establishment, continuation and history of the Ashes Guerrillas is itself a history full of pain.
In one hopeless battle after another
, they have never won, they have been oppressed and driven again and again, like a lost dog, terrified all day long. As a leader, Carson Berg failed to let these people who trust and follow him see hope, but at least, he
I want to fulfill my responsibilities as a leader.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After gently exhaling a breath, the man's expression gradually calmed down. He lowered his body slightly and was ready to sneak in. He is a transcendent of the night path,
He has the ability to create shadows to hide his existence. If everything goes well, he may be able to take away some supplies from the stronghold, mainly food and medicine. Then he will immediately lead the team to leave this strange area, even if it completely abandons the stronghold, it doesn't matter. After all,
The Ash Guerrillas can't afford a bigger blow.
But at the moment when he made up his mind but before taking action, the door of the church was suddenly opened from inside.
Carson Berg's eyes suddenly froze. He instinctively wanted to activate his extraordinary ability and escape into the shadows, but at this time, a calm and gentle voice came from the direction of the church and fell lightly into his eyes.
In the ear: "Don't worry, we don't mean any harm."
This sentence sounds a bit funny, and its credibility is not even as good as those holy words that gods instruct their believers to write in scriptures to praise virtues. No one will let down their guard just because of such a baseless sentence. If
Yes, it only means that he is not suitable to be an Eastern Continental person, or even suitable to live in this world.
But inexplicably, Carson Berg's always tense vigilance seemed to be touched by an invisible force, and he calmed down for an instant. Although he quickly got rid of this wonderful influence, but in an instant
The pause still prevented him from sneaking into the shadows and disappearing as smoothly as expected.
Lost in the sight of the other party, at this time, the person who spoke had already walked out of the church and stood on the soft and fragrant meadow. Under the tall and towering spire, he reflected the reflection with a pair of golden eyes as pure as amber.
The expression of the visitor who came out was astonishment, hesitation, and a little thoughtful.
I've seen this guy!
Such thoughts suddenly popped into Carson Berg's mind.
"Sir," the young man with silver hair and golden eyes said, interrupting his thoughts: "Although I don't know where you are from and what you are doing, if you are a friendly guest and come in uninvited
If you come, can you follow me into the church and explain your purpose of coming in detail? Maybe I can help you in some way."
He turned sideways and made an inviting gesture.
At this time, Carson Berg already knew where he had seen this man. His hand on the handle of the knife tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened again, and there was a bit of burning and anxious thinking in his breathing. But in the end,
He still gently put the scimitar back into the sheath, and the handle struck the iron sheath, making a crisp clanging sound, mixed with the man's voice of relief: "I'm very happy. But before that, can I
May I ask a question first?"
"Please tell me."
"Which god's sanctuary is this?" He raised his head and stared at the spire of the church. He could feel a simple, solemn and profound connotation in it. It was definitely not the countryside where only two or three crappy priests were stationed.
The church can be compared with, generally speaking, only the sanctuary of the true God can achieve
In such a realm, having a sanctuary-level church is enough to prove that the strength and influence of this god are widespread enough, and only bishop-level believers are qualified to garrison the sanctuary of the true God. In other words, this god who looks like a
Is this seemingly young man actually already a strong man at the bishop level?
Although in Carson Berg's perception, the magic power in this young man's body can only be described as meager, roughly equivalent to that of a beginner who has just embarked on the path to transcendence. But in such a strange situation, he did not dare to
It is more in line with common sense to completely trust your own perception and use logic and reason to infer.
The young man was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his tone had become solemn and solemn: "This is the Tianxin Church, the residence of the Goddess in the world, and the place where His glory will eternally care for you."
Carson Berg cautiously asked again: "Am I lucky enough to hear the honorable name of this goddess?"
Even in the long religious history of the Eastern Continent, there are few true god-level goddesses, such as the Pale Maiden, the Night Mother, the Blood-red Queen, etc., but their church sanctuaries are either gorgeous but empty, or bloody and flamboyant, which is not a card at all.
The style of the church in front of Senberg.
The young man was silent again, and then slowly replied: "The Lord of Magic, the God of Creation, the Mother of all mysteries and royal power - for now, you can call Him that."
Lord of magic, God of creation, mother of all mystery and kingship?
Carson Berg's mind suddenly shook. Such an honorary name has even surpassed the saint who brought extraordinary and civilization to mankind. Even the most arrogant cultist may not dare to let his god override him.
Above the Saints, otherwise, we will be attacked by the Nordon Holy Religion countries like a storm.
It is absolutely impossible to survive the attack. However, it must be mentioned that in today's Eastern Continent, there is indeed a religion - or organization, which believes in a god who is worshiped with a similar name. But that organization's
The main composition should be mainly fairies, elves and aliens, and this young man is undoubtedly a human.
Not to mention that the Ansers area has never been an active area of that organization. They have disappeared from the eyes of the world for a long time. If it were not for the "Assyrian Holy War" a hundred years ago, almost everyone thought that they had disappeared in the long river of history.
Hit. If such an organization was hidden in the Black Forest, how could it be possible that not even the slightest rumor leaked out in the past, so that Carson Borg, a native of Ash Hill, knew nothing about it?
As if he wanted to completely see through the young man in front of him, Carson Berg looked him up and down carefully. The latter didn't care about this rude gaze and just looked at him quietly.
Waiting for his answer. Of course, until the end
, Carson Berg couldn't see any clues. Sometimes he felt that his observation was not sharp enough, but sometimes he felt that this young man was so empty that there was nothing for him to see through. His
Everything is superficial and frank.
Are there really such honest people in the world?
The leader of the Ash Rangers gave up this meaningless observation and nodded: "It is my honor to be able to enter the sanctuary of this great god and pay him mortal respect."
"He does not need the respect of mortals, as long as they recognize themselves."
"What did you say?"
Those words were so soft that the Eagle of Gray Hill could not catch them with his hearing. He could only see that the young man's lips did move and he said something in a language he was not familiar with. Until then,
Carson Berg realized belatedly that the other party's Imperial Tongue, which was also the lingua franca of the Eastern Continent in general, was not that proficient in speaking it.
"Nothing." The young man shook his head, and he turned sideways to make way for a path: "Please come in, guests from afar."
It was dim inside the slightly opened church door, with flickering candlelight vaguely visible, mysterious and deep. The Eagle of Gray Hill took a deep breath and walked slowly towards the church. He suddenly stopped in front of the door, forgetting that there was another person.
The most important question was not asked: "Excuse me -"
He looked at the silver-haired young man cautiously: "What should I call you?"
"Ringer."
"...Pastor Ringo?"
Not a pastor.
It should be said that it used to be.
The young man wanted to explain, but then he felt that such an explanation was a bit redundant. In such a situation, if he said that he was not the priest of the goddess, it would only arouse suspicion, right? So he acquiesced.
Under the leadership of Pastor Ringo, the Eagle of Gray Hill, Carson Borg, officially entered the sanctuary under the crown of the goddess.