I Captivate the Player

Knight Dole led the team to Echo Island. He took out an object from a space magic prop in his arms. It was a golden cup, which had the shape of a wine cup, but was one size larger than a water bowl.

All the people present fell to their knees one after another, and they showed incomparable reverence for this golden cup.

Because, this is the artifact left by the God of Victory.

Only Dole did not kneel down, he calmly held the golden cup in both hands, looking for a suitable angle.

For a long time, Dole said to himself.

"The time is just right..."

The bright moon appeared from the night sky, and the crystal clear moonlight shot down from the sky, swaying rightly into the golden cup.

Silver liquid appeared out of thin air in the originally empty golden cup, and more and more, a large amount of silver liquid eventually even overflowed.

Dole felt the coldness on his hands, they were like cold milk, but smoother and chillier.

"This is the physical moonlight."

Holding a golden cup full of moonlight, he walked forward step by step. Under the worship of all the clergy, Dole gradually walked to the center of Echo Island.

There is nothing here at all.

Without any warning... a black pot with the length and width of an index finger appeared out of nowhere, it quietly floated in the golden cup, immersed in the silvery moonlight.

Dole took a deep breath, grabbed the black jar from the golden cup filled with moonlight, and crushed it without hesitation!

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Holy City.

This city was originally the headquarters of the church, and it honored the holy place in the hearts of the believers of the three monarchs. It represented the past beliefs of mankind in the empire.

But now the holy city has been completely taken over by the players, and most of the upper classes here—the knights and priests—became prisoners after being tried.

A small number of them will be sent to the Andocher area, and most of them will simply work in nearby quarries and other places to accept new ideas and transformations.

But even if the situation is settled, there are still many people who are unwilling to give up the past.

The original knights and original priests prayed day and night, hoping that the great and glorious three monarchs could save their suffering bodies, punish the heinous Andochers, and expel the terrifying foreign natural disasters.

At night, in the camp of the quarry, people rest after work.

An old former high priest, with low eyebrows and flattering eyes during the day, likes to flatter the most, but at night, he will bring some former priests to his tent quietly.

After a brief grievance and complaint, they collectively knelt and prayed in the direction of the Holy City, looking pious.

"Great Glory Three Sovereigns."

"The most loyal people are praying to you, please look at this ridiculous world..."

"They are changing it, destroying it, torturing your most loyal servants, weaning people from becoming your followers, great and honorable three lords, please don't sit idly by."

"Glory to the three monarchs, please give us the power to fight and resist, and correct the wrong right and wrong!"

The old priest became more and more excited as he spoke, and even shed tears, and the people around him were also very sad.

Great God, why hasn't he manifested yet?

They all know that God is real, and the Three Glorious Monarchs exist in the world. In the elf war thirty-one years ago, it was with the support of the Glory Three Monarchs that humans were able to win a big victory.

But the great gods, why don't they help humans anymore?No longer helping their most devout and faithful believers...

what is this?

The more the old priest thought about it, the more angry he became, helpless, sad and angry, he didn't understand.

He suddenly roared.

"God! I am willing to give up my life! I can give everything I have! Take it all! Even the lives of my relatives and friends! As long as people have correct beliefs, everything is worth it! take it!"

The voice of the old priest was loud when he yelled, and the expressions of the people around him became tense when they heard it. If the person in charge found out about their secret meeting, it would be over.

"Keep your voice down, my lord!"

"It's over for people to hear!"

"Shut up!"

However, the old priest didn't care about it at all. He stood up suddenly, and continued to shout with a frenzied expression: "The great and glorious three monarchs, you must send a miracle to correct the disorder! Let mankind return to the right path! Let the gods return to the right path! His love and majesty shine forth once more!"

The more the old priest spoke, the more excited he became, and everyone around him was dumbfounded.

Finally, a former knight couldn't bear it any longer. He went up and hugged the old priest, ignoring the other's hands and feet, and forcibly blocked his mouth with one arm.

"Stop yelling."

"It's over..." Yuan Knight sighed silently.

It was quiet again in the tent, people didn't even dare to breathe, they felt scared.

"Is anyone here?"

"It doesn't seem...should be safe."

They have been in the quarry for a long time, and each of them is very afraid of the person in charge here, and the courage once given by the fearless god is almost lost.

Where is your own courage?