Probably because of the relationship between leaving Gagor and leaving the temple, the last few days Nao Sheng has been very quiet, and he no longer clamored for control of his body, which made Zhou Yun Sheng breathe a sigh of relief.
Right now, he is sitting in a luxurious and comfortable carriage, carving a statue of the God of Light. In this way, Nao Cansheng will be quieter, only appearing for four hours a day to pray, and then go to sleep after touching the statue.
The Pope also went on the road with them, and when they passed through the lands of the elves and the orcs, they parted ways, one went to the dark forest to experience, and the other returned to the Central Holy See.
Zhou Yun Sheng knew that this continent was not peaceful, but what he saw with his own eyes was more serious than what Joshua remembered in his previous life. Demonic energy seems to be everywhere. Every time you pass through a small town, you will encounter human beings parasitized by monsters. They either slaughter brightly, or make trouble secretly, which breeds fear and disrupts everyone's quiet and peaceful life.
Plants and monsters that have been mutated by the erosion of demonic energy are lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity. The land and lake water turned black, the grass and trees withered and all creatures died out. The scene was so similar to the end times that Zhou Yun Sheng had experienced.
If this continues, the situation will become more and more serious. As the god of light, shouldn't it be benevolent? Shouldn't the light be sprinkled everywhere to drive out the darkness? Why does Adonis seem to be watching from the sidelines? Could it be that he can't fight the Dark God
Whenever Zhou Yunsheng speculates like this, Nao Cansheng will jump out and vigorously defend his father, which will give him a headache, and over time, he will stop thinking about it.
The Pope's procession kept falling behind him. Whenever a monster is encountered, the warriors and mages who came with the Pope will work together to strangle it. The Pope has never been seen, and even the Light Barrier is supported by several priests around him.
After a long time, Zhou Yun Sheng had a guess. He knew that the second prince's and Bo'er's bright stone crowns and rings were broken, and by the same token, the Pope's scepter should not be preserved. The God of Light can even dislike his destined lover, and he will not be merciful to the Pope. It is not enough to destroy the symbol of his power, there is also the possibility of taking back the power bestowed upon him.
That's right, in this fucking world, the power of the Priest of Light can be withdrawn at any time, which is why Zhou Yun Sheng did not dare to offend the God of Light. The God of Light controls the world with divine power, making all living beings look what he expects, and what's more, even the spread of demonic energy may be the result of his indulgence.
From this point of view, the God of Light does not seem to be very bright. Of course, he only dared to flash this thought quickly in his mind, for fear that Nao Cansheng would feel the trouble.
He spread the gospel along the way, dispelling demonic energy, killing demons, and purifying the polluted land and water sources, making the name of Joshua priest gradually become widely known. In particular, the people of the Sajaya Empire worship him like a god.
On this day, they finally left the territory of the empire and set foot on the border between the elves and the orcs. The situation of being eroded by demonic energy here is more serious than anywhere else. Along the way, large tracts of forest are shrouded in black mist, just like another dark forest.
And the appearance of magic plants and dark beasts is becoming more and more frequent, and the level is getting higher and higher.
Since there were no powerful priests to hold up the barrier, the Pope's team suffered heavy casualties, which further verified Zhou Yun Sheng's guess. But he would never be kind to help each other, instead he chose to stand by. If the Pope could die on the way to the Holy See, it would be the best, but he did not forget the sinister look in the Pope's eyes when he coveted the scepter of light and the robe of God.
An emperor-level dark saber-toothed tiger jumped out of the grass and slaughtered towards the team. Its crimson eyes are full of desire for fresh flesh and blood, and a black fire with strong corrosiveness is spewed out of its mouth. Clothes, human bodies, weapons, and even magical instruments will all be burned to ashes.
Only the power of light in the world can restrain this flame from hell.
The priests of the Central Holy See have exhausted the power of light along the way. Even if a few people join forces, they can only barely hold up a thin layer of halo. They were hit by the saber-toothed tiger twice like ripples on the water surface, and after a few laps, they slowly swayed. Disappeared.
On the other hand, looking at the team of the Sakya Empire, a young man was sitting on the cab, one foot was drooping down, the other was bent, and he was carving the wood in his hand in a leisurely manner. He did not hold a scepter to summon the power of light, nor did he sing any spells, but he was able to hold up a dazzling enchantment that was comparable to the sun in the sky.
The saber-toothed tiger obviously felt the strength of the young man, so he always avoided him and did not dare to approach his team. When it was occasionally hit by a martial artist or mage and hit the barrier set up by the young man, the severe pain that even the core of the beast was about to burst made it even more apprehensive.
Because of this, the Pope's team endured almost all of its anger, but within ten minutes, most of the people were casualties. A priest of light couldn't stand it anymore and shouted loudly, "Priest Joshua, please help us! Don't forget, it's your duty to protect the Pope."
Zhou Yun Sheng blew away the debris, gently stroked the face of the statue that was about to take shape with his fingertips, and said casually, "You are wrong. The strong should protect the weak, I am only 18 years old this year, and my job is only a small priest. , How can the strength be compared with the three hundred-year-old His Majesty the Pope? You should ask your Pope for help, not me, after all, you are his subordinates, not mine."
The priests of light who said this were speechless. They looked at each other and looked at the carriage behind them.
Cold sweat broke out on the Pope's forehead. Only he knows that as time goes by, even if he has not participated in any battle, the power of light in the body will slowly escape from the body. It was as if there was an invisible hand that was erasing his bright attributes little by little, and if this continued, he would become an ordinary person sooner or later.
No one knows better than him how despised and despised priests who lose the power of light will suffer, not to mention that he was once a high-ranking pope.
Along the way, he desperately prayed to God the Father, in exchange for not the gift of God the Father, but a faster loss of the power of light. Only then did he realize that he had been completely rejected by God the Father.
Right now, let alone hold up a barrier, I'm afraid he can't even condense a single spot of light. If others notice the strangeness, he can imagine what the result will be waiting for him.
To go out or not to go out? It seemed that he had no choice. The Pope gritted his teeth, his face twisted, and he hated Joshua to the core.
But as one of the protagonists of this world, he was still a bit lucky. When he was about to lift the curtain of the car, a dazzling light barrier suddenly appeared above the team, extinguishing the black fire spit out by the saber-toothed tiger and suppressing it. its power. Immediately afterwards, several burly orcs and beautiful elves appeared in the barrier out of thin air.
Their rank is around the middle level of the emperor, and it is not difficult to work together to deal with a dark beast at the peak of the emperor. But after a few back and forth, I saw an arrow attached to the power of light hit the dark beast's forehead, killing it.
The demonic energy quickly corroded the body of the dark beast, leaving only a black beast nucleus, which shone ominously under the sunlight. If it is swallowed by other beasts, another dark beast will be born.
An elf wearing a white priest's robe jumped down from the standing tree, chanted a purification spell, dispelled the demonic energy in the beast's core, and then picked it up and handed it to his companions.
He has ankle-length blond hair and emerald green eyes, and holds a scepter with three bright stones inlaid at the top. He is the high priest of the elves who are second only to the Pope - Berwin Derek.
Because the elves do not like contact with humans, the temples of the elves are independent of the Central Holy See. Their high priest was not under the control of the Holy See, so it did not follow the title of bishop.
But Berwin and the Pope are not enemies, but have a close personal relationship.
He glanced coldly at the boy who had been dying before, and then got into the Pope's carriage.
"How are you, my old friend Herman?" he asked in a low voice.
The Pope smiled bitterly, "I was injured while fighting a high-level monster, and I'm afraid it won't get better for a long time." black hole.
This is his arrangement. He knew who rescued Bao'er and how corrosive the demonic energy left by the other party was, so he collected the demonic energy on the cell door, cut his chest with a knife and poured it in. Although the wound is uncomfortable, it can help him cover up one or two. When he returns to the Central Holy See, there will naturally be a lot of holy water that can cleanse the demonic energy.
Bowen took a closer look, and his face changed suddenly, "This demonic energy is so domineering, I am afraid it was left by some demon king in the dark abyss."
Demon King? More than that! The Pope smiled wryly.
Bowen immediately cast several healing spells, and when he saw the wound eased slightly, he whispered, "Bo'er is in the clan. I heard that you were assassinated by a priest named Joshua, right? He was injured when he was sent. It's very serious, why would someone be willing to hurt such a kind and beautiful person? What have you experienced?"
Because Bao'er didn't speak clearly, and always showed fear and anxiety, and even kept having nightmares at night, the Elf King and the high priest did not dare to ask more questions, only that what happened to him was related to a young man named Joshua. .
Because the continent was deeply eroded by demonic energy, the elves and the orcs originally lived in different realms, but now they had to move to the same forest. They know that only by watching and helping each other can the remaining three races survive. The Orcs also learned about Bo'er's incident, and they were heartbroken.
Before meeting, the two tribes listed Joshua as an enemy.
The Pope's eyes flickered and he sighed, "It's just a matter of power and profit. Joshua was supposed to be the next bishop of the Sajaya Empire, but because of Bo'er's arrival, he lost his chance..." Stop now, because he knows that the elves have always been pure and arrogant, and they are the most impatient to listen to these sneaky things.
Bowen frowned, his eyes showed disgust, and he didn't ask any more questions.
"Speaking of which, the opposite is the caravan of priest Joshua. You should have seen him, right?" The Pope pointed to the outside of the car.
"It's him? No wonder he can't be saved! Such a person is also worthy of being a priest of light?" Bowen's impression of the boy fell directly to the bottom.
"Why didn't you make a move just now? You clearly have more energy, don't you?" A burly orc walked up to Zhou Yun Sheng's carriage and asked. The Orcs are upright and honest, they can say whatever they want.
Zhou Yun Sheng glanced at him lightly, his eyes as deep as the sea and his facial features more delicate and beautiful than those of elves made the orc a little stunned.
An elf guarding the carriage heard the conversation between the high priest and the Pope, and immediately drew an arrow with the power of light from the quiver, and shouted at the boy, "He is the one who hurt Bo'er. Shua!" The arrow pierced through the air before the voice fell.
Bo'er is a big benefactor of the elves and the orcs. The shouting alarmed everyone, and they immediately took up arms and attacked.
Zhou Yun Sheng sneered, raised his index finger, and used the sharp golden blade of light to split the arrows that hit him in half. The master shot became a sieve. He didn't attack their vitals, but only penetrated their limbs, leaving them immobile in a pool of blood.
"Herman, you and Bo'er have been rejected by the Father. He has taken back the power of light in you, right? No matter how many lies you cover up, sooner or later, your dark hearts will be exposed to the eyes of the world. I Joshua disdains to walk with you idiots. Goodbye, I hope you can save your life." He finished slowly, and took up the knife again to carve.
The injured warriors and mages who followed him sneered mockingly, and left neatly. This forest has been covered by a third of demonic energy, and there are dark beasts and demonic plants everywhere. Even if their limbs are intact, these people may not be able to walk out, let alone now.
"Too arrogant!" Bowen couldn't bear it any longer, jumped out of the carriage, and summoned a huge lightsaber to slash over.
When the giant sword shrouded the top of the convoy, a burst of bright golden light suddenly erupted, engulfing it invisible. The anger of the most powerful Priest of Light in the continent was resolved in such an understatement, without even making a sound.
When the sound of the hoofs was gone, Bowen recovered from his shock. He immediately walked over to his companions to check their wounds.
The round wound was bleeding one after another, and the rolled flesh was scorched black by the arrow of light, and there was an incomparably pure power of light remaining on it. Bowen cast several healing techniques one after another, but failed to heal even half of these wounds.
"How can he have such a powerful power? This shouldn't be." Bowen looked suspiciously at the Pope. A person with a dark heart cannot be favored by the Father and possess the power of light.
The Pope had been prepared for a long time, and said awkwardly, "Didn't you see his face? Didn't you notice his unique hair color and eye color? He is the kind of boy that Father God loves most."
Bowen shook his head in denial, "No, Father God will never be so superficial, and condone a despicable and shameless person just because of his appearance. Herman, don't say such things again in the future."
At this time, several priests of light who came with the Pope suddenly said, "His Majesty the Pope, Lord Bowen, we have decided to follow Priest Joshua to travel to the mainland, and we will leave." The words fell slightly and bowed to the front. The convoy chased after.
Several warriors and mages who knew the inside story also said goodbye immediately. They had witnessed the splendor of Joshua's priestly baptism day. He slowly walked out of the golden pool in a divine robe, surrounded by countless white light spots, like a god coming into the world. To say a word of disrespect, his demeanor is no less than that of the beloved Father God.
God Father sprinkled the sky with red roses for him, and the warm and surging love could be clearly felt by everyone. One is a powerful priest destined to become a god; the other is a pope who is detested by the Father and full of lies. It is self-evident who should choose his allegiance.
They won't tell the truth to these elves and orcs. Humans all over the continent know that elves and orcs are the most stubborn races, and once they believe something, they will never change their beliefs until proven wrong.
Judging from their words and deeds just now, Bo'er who escaped from prison is likely to hide in their clan. Hanging out with blasphemers and giving them protection, they will pay for it sooner or later, so never go with them.
The Pope stared gloomily at the retreating backs of the group of people, and when he turned around, he saw Bowen looking at him with exploratory eyes.
He waved his hands pretending to be tired, "Come on, they've been bewitched by Joshua."
Bowen retracted his gaze and led everyone on the road in silence. Several of the injured were frightened by the strong strength of the young man, and for a long time they could not get rid of the sense of fear that the mountain topped.
The guide Zhou Yun Sheng chose was a human, who was not familiar with the Forest of Spirits. After detouring a lot, he fell behind Bowen and the others after three or four days. But he supported the barrier all the time, preventing the harassment of dark beasts and demonic plants, and it was easy to walk along the way. He did not accept the allegiance of the Pope's subordinates, but he did not drive them away, but silently gave shelter.
Of course, this was not something that the cold-blooded Zhou Yun Sheng would do, but a decision made by the brainless. He is gentle, kind, sensitive and fragile. He is just like depicting the world with the most beautiful feelings. His personality is completely opposite to the rational one.
Occasionally, he would get out of his subconscious, lie on the side of the car window, look at everything outside with curious eyes, and then hold the statue of God the Father and pray devoutly.
On this day, he was about to pray when he saw a thick black fog in front of him, covering the trees and the sky, and there was a faint roar.
The black fog was moving slowly, and it had spread to the front before the convoy turned around. Everyone looked at it carefully, and they couldn't help showing expressions of horror. Where is the black fog, but many butterflies infected with demonic energy. They spray venom from their mouthparts, and their wings drop poisonous scale powder. If they are one or two, they are easy to deal with. When they encounter an overwhelming group, they can only wait to be corroded into a pool of blood.
Wherever they fly, it will become a place of death, and even the mighty dark beasts and magical plants cannot be spared.
Everyone immediately turned around and prepared to retreat, but heard a clear voice from inside the carriage, "Gather around me, don't walk out of the barrier."
A semi-circular golden light film shrouded the convoy, and all the butterflies that hit the light film turned into dust and dissipated. The convoy moved slowly along the road opened by the ancestors, and it seemed so quiet in the rumbling sound of flapping its wings. laid back.
Zhou Yun Sheng lifted the curtain of the car, sat with the guide, and prayed with the statue of God the Father in his hands. No matter how terrifying monsters he encounters, no matter how dark the outside world is, because of the existence of God the Father, he has nothing to fear. Because of his devout belief, the golden light film radiated more and more bright light, and there was a faint stance of dispersing the black mist.
But butterflies are phototactic creatures, they will not retreat because of the strong destructiveness of the light film, but will be more densely surrounded. One batch disappeared into smoke and dust, and soon another batch would fill the vacancies. Over time, Zhou Yun Sheng's motorcade became the center of the black fog, greatly reducing the pressure on passersby trapped elsewhere.
Only a thin layer of the barrier under Berwen cloth was hit by the magic butterfly, and it seemed to disappear. The power of light in his body was so low that he could hardly even light up the scepter, and there were beads of sweat all over his forehead and back.
I don't know since when, the forest of elves has become more and more dangerous, and it seems that it is assimilating with the dark forest. He encountered many crises, but for the first time felt the fear of death. He knew that in a short while, this layer of enchantment would disappear completely, and everyone would be bitten and sucked by the magic butterfly, turning into a pool of blood.
He looked at the surrounding environment anxiously, and found that a bright golden light suddenly flashed in front of him, and immediately shouted, "There is a priest of light ahead, hurry up!"
Everyone immediately abandoned the carriage and ran towards the light source.
"Why are you?!" Bowen was extremely surprised when he saw the person in the light film.
Zhou Yun Sheng just finished his prayer and looked over with gentle eyes. If he was rational, he would definitely not lend a helping hand, but now he can't see death without help. He didn't speak, and with a slight wave of his hand, he expanded the light film a little, covering Bowen and his party.
Warm, pure light power flows in the air, this is another world completely different from the dark outside. Bowen could even capture a trace of devout belief that had not dissipated from the air, and the Sanskrit sound of the faint god realm came from the void, making every pore of him relax.
He looked at the opposite side with a suspicious look, unable to believe that this gentle and beautiful young man comparable to Dawn was the despicable and shameless person in the mouths of Boer and the Pope.
Several other clansmen who had been seriously injured by the teenager also held their breaths and dared not speak. The air in the barrier is too solemn and solemn, as if this place is not a wilderness, but a small temple, so that they dare not make mistakes.
Zhou Yun Sheng saved them, but he didn't want to pay any attention to them. He took out the statue and slowly engraved the beautiful face of God the Father, his azure blue eyes filled with warm love.
Bowen's mood can no longer be described as surprised, but horrified. Without the blessing of a scepter and without the need to sing incantations, he can hold up such a huge and strong barrier, and he can use two things with one heart. The strength of the young man is far beyond his imagination. I heard that he is only 18 years old this year and has just come of age. Where did such a powerful strength come from
He thought about it and asked like this, and didn't expect to get an answer from the young man, but he didn't expect the young man to say slowly, "I am immersed in the trial pool every day to practice."
As soon as these words came out, Bowen was silent, and after thinking for a moment, he glanced at the Pope. The Pope's expression changed, and he shouted, "This is absolutely impossible!"
Since 800 years ago, no priest of light has been able to enter the trial pool. Anyone who tried in vain was burned to ashes. According to legend, only those with the purest soul can survive.
Berwyn had also tried, and with only one finger in it, it was retracted with excruciating pain. He knew that his heart and soul were not pure, and he was ashamed of it for a long time afterwards.
If the young man could really be immersed in the trial pool unscathed, he would definitely not be the kind of person described by the Pope and Boa. You may have been deceived!
He tried to give his old friend a little trust, and was deeply shocked again when his eyes touched the ground. Wherever the boy's light film shrouded, the devilish qi dissipated, the grass turned green again, the flowers budded and opened in front of the boy, the magic butterfly rumbled over, and quietly Silently turned into dust, the magic energy was purified along with the poison.
In such a holy place, the power that can revive all things is not the power of light, but the power of God!
Thinking of this, Bowen's body was completely stiff. Perhaps, he was walking with a demigod or even a god, and he and his people had tried to hurt him before. God of Light is above, tell him this is not true!