The knight in the abyss

Chapter 742 Missed?
"It seems that it is the divine envoy of Talos, the Lord of Storms. She took away those devout believers, and those who were not accepted will be handed over to the Lord of the Dead for trial." Karalin on the side looked thoughtfully. The group of followers of Oghma behind him said, "Think carefully, if one day I also reach the end of my life, I wonder if the God of Knowledge will accept my soul?"

"Do you believe in Oghma?" Lancelot looked at the scholar curiously, "It seems that you have never seen you pray to any god, even Brutal would mention Moradin's name from time to time, although It is generally used to express... stronger emotions."

"Don't say that." The dwarf glanced around nervously, "In my heart, I respect the great father of the dwarves..."

"Not all gods want believers to praise His name every day, or donate a lot of money to the church." The scholar said seriously, "Oghma's teachings clearly require, 'Those who believe in me should spread knowledge and truth , so that the general public in all societies can learn more.' It’s just that I don’t know if all kinds of knowledge about the abyss and demons are also the objects of encouragement by that person...”

"Is there some disagreement between the God of Knowledge and the Lord of Storms?" Lancelot recalled the reaction of those believers just now, "If I hadn't seen that scene, I would have thought that the dead had no feelings."

"Another title of Talos is the Destroyer, and his priesthood includes storms, earthquakes, forest fires and other natural disasters, so he hates all gods related to civilization, and Oghma, as the ultimate collector and disseminator of knowledge , of course I don’t like that god who is always creating destruction and destruction.” Kara Lin shrugged, “But here, everything must abide by the rules of the king of the dead. Take a shot, and annoy the king of the dead is definitely not worth the loss, and it is unnecessary."

"Did you find out, those people don't blink." Little Isa's voice sounded a little scared, "And there is no shadow..."

"There's nothing to be afraid of." Aramiel grimaced at her, "Don't forget you're a vampire."

"Okay, let's find a place with fewer people." Lancelot turned his head and looked around, then raised his hand and pointed at a certain place, "There seem to be fewer people over there."

The companions began to move in the direction he pointed out. The surrounding scenery hardly changed, and there was nothing to use as a reference. The only thing that could prove that they were indeed moving were other dead roaming on the plain, and The density of the crowd is indeed decreasing.

On the way, everyone also experienced another scene where the envoy appeared.It was a knight as tall as a giant, wearing a full body of plate armor, riding a maroon warhorse under his crotch, holding a flying battle flag with a red shield painted on it, and on the shield Her emblem is a flaming sword.

Lancelow felt an inexplicable intimacy with this envoy, and he didn't need any introduction from Karaline or Aramiel to guess which god the envoy represented:
"Tampas, isn't that right?"

"Yes." Kara Lin nodded affirmatively, "The Lord of Battle, the Hammer of the Enemy... This god has many titles, and all activities related to battle are his priesthood. It is said that there were many gods of the earliest battle, But Tempus defeated all lesser gods with the priesthood of battle, at least all known ones, and absorbed their power to become the mighty god he is today. I guess you may feel his call? Theoretically , all great warriors are admired by Tempus, whether homage has been paid to him or not."

"Haha, it seems that I don't have to worry about being stuck on that legendary wall after I die..."

"Of course not, I can't say anything about other gods, but Lady Firehair will definitely welcome you with open arms." Sune's priest smiled at him, "Besides, I believe that your powerful lover will not let you come. You just died like this... Unless your soul is hidden, she will find a way to revive you even if you are burned to ashes. With Tijana's spellcasting ability, it will not be difficult."

"I quite like this body now. If possible, it's best to keep using it forever." Lancelow shrugged slightly, "Okay, this place is good, let's start."

The partners stopped in their tracks one after another. As Lancelot said, the density of the surrounding 'dead' was already very sparse. There were less than a hundred people in the field of vision, and there was no one else within a [-]-foot radius.

"Okay, wait a minute, the scroll that Tijana gave..." Karaline reached into his magic backpack, as usual, the thing closest to his palm was what he was looking for, "There it is!"

"Do you need me to do anything?" Brutal looked nervously at the scroll made of suspicious material in the scholar's hand, "A drop of blood? Or a few strands of hair?"

"Uh, no need." Karaline opened the scroll, "Uncle Ballend's nails are already on it, probably."

The scholar quickly reads through the scroll and pronounces the spell's trigger word.The light green prophecy magic aura then lit up, and soon poured into the caster's eyes.It could be seen that some things appeared in the scholar's field of vision that others couldn't see, but from the change of his expression, Lancelow guessed that the result might disappoint Brutal.

Sure enough, after only a few breaths, the light in the scholar's eyes gradually dissipated.He looked at the dwarf with some regret, and said:
"Sorry, Uncle Barend's soul is not here."

"Damn it!" Brutal cursed fiercely, but then remembered something, and asked a little unwillingly, "Could it be that Tijana has successfully resurrected him, so we happened to miss it?"

"No, it's not." Kalarin shook his head heavily, "Through this spell, I not only know that Uncle Barend's soul is not in this plane, but I can also confirm that his soul has never reached this plane. "

"Tijana said before that Dad's soul is not in the abyss." Brutal scratched his hair irritably, "It's not on this end of the pipe, nor on the other end of the pipe, so where is he?"

"It's possible that Uncle Barend's soul was tampered with when he died." Aramiel said thoughtfully, "Someone stopped his soul when he was going to the Obscure Realm, the only explanation... ..."

"Gentlemen, hello!" A frivolous, charming, and soft female voice suddenly sounded, "You seem to have encountered some troubles, is there anything I can do?"

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