quicksilver blood

Chapter 490 The collapsed theocracy

"Those who suffer from the disease, look here!"

Wearing a bird's beak mask, a man in a black robe shook the cross-shaped bell in his hand, and walked on the streets of Norma City, shouting loudly: "People who don't believe in gods, look here! Abandoned, cursed, cursed!" Anyone who hates people will look over here!"

Amidst the ominous sound of jingling jingling, people retreated one after another as if avoiding the moving plague, and stared at that person faintly with eyes of disgust like looking at a cultist.

Ever since the Bloodstain Syndrome flooded into this small town accompanied by the monsoon that symbolized death, the pastor here fled out overnight.It was also the next day when the person who felt a little unwell wanted to go to the church to seek help from the pastor for treatment, only to find that he had fled overnight.

Immediately, a dark and scarlet despair flooded the entire town.

The gods have abandoned them, who can save them?
It's useless even if those priests hide.People's news is always better than they think. On the third day after the massacre of the village, some people already knew about it.

Because the Blighters stole Kelanvor's divine power, not even the gods could dispel such a terrible plague.In this case, forced disinfection seems understandable.

And there is also a vague saying circulating in the market, saying that the druids did not steal, and could not steal Kelanwo's power at all.It was only because Ke Lanwo could not cure this plague that he made up lies.

A very strong evidence is that the druids themselves are almost extinct.

Caral's rebel army was like a tide, and within a few days, the druids were nearly wiped out.

They shouted "rest in peace" and held sharp blades transformed from silver crosses to cut off the druid's magic.And with doubled strength, infinite physical strength and sharp holy blade, he easily wiped out the druids who used to be high above.

Because they are always predicting the death of others, and because they are dressed in black over their armor, some people call this army the Legion of Death Ravens.

No one knows who their leader was.But even without a leader, they can always use an inexplicable tacit cooperation to directly disperse the enemy—that is, the druid army.

Of course, there is a reason for their good cooperation, and the greater willingness is that the morale of the druid's subordinate legions is not high.

After all, in many versions of rumors in the market, and as proved by some wizards using prophecy and witchcraft, this plague was indeed initiated by druids.

Moreover, the more accurate prophecy witchcraft directly pointed out that the person who initiated the plague was a certain high-ranking druid.It can be said that in this bloodstain syndrome, the Druids were unable to take off the hat that was put on their heads.

What is even more outrageous is that someone has used some means to spread this news throughout Karal.

At the same time, the Druid's top management secretly manipulated the entire political situation in Karal, and no one knew who exposed it. Some passionate youths directly brought their relatives and friends into the rebel army of the Marquis of Saya under the banner of saving the country.
Coupled with the fact that a large number of innocent people were implicated to death in the druid civil war before, the originally high-ranking druid was directly dragged down from the altar overnight and became the public enemy of the entire Karal.

Led by the Death Crow Legion and with the help of some scattered wizards, countless places began to resist the druids at the same time.Some druids—especially some white-robed druids who had rarely seen blood or dirty things—had given up their identities and declared that they had joined the Death Crow Legion only as Death Crows. among.

And the Death Crow Legion never refused to come, and accepted all these druids who had abandoned the light and turned to the dark.It's as if they don't care whether the newcomers who join in are loyal or not.In other words, in such an amiable atmosphere, loyalty has become an important part of their hearts.

You cannot be disloyal just by living in this Legion.

People pray when they get up early, pray when they eat, pray when they go to bed, and pray when they are fighting.They prayed not to any god, but to death itself.

Therefore, they agree with the name "Death Crow" that the outside world calls them, and they can even be said to be very satisfied.

In such beliefs, or almost distorted beliefs, the warriors' fear of death is downplayed to a considerable degree.

After all, in their cognition, even if a person dies, it is nothing.They just went home.They just fell asleep.

Every death crow recites "Live to death" in his heart before going to war; every death crow closes his eyes and silently prays "May I sleep forever" before dying.

From the beginning, people just comforted themselves, to later they completely believed in these contents, and obtained mysterious and divine power, and people saw miracles.

Not a miracle, but a miracle.

They didn't shout the names of any gods, and they didn't even have piety in their hearts. They just hoped that they could get eternal sleep, and a power that they had never touched before surged in their hearts.

That kind of power is called divine art—

And most of the legions under the druid's command defected and switched to the camp of the rebels.

But although the Death Crow has a high reputation in Karal, in Bantha, people still regard him as a heretic.

In fact, what the bantha people say is not bad.

They did believe in some kind of existence that did not belong to the righteous gods, and they did get magic from it.But anyone who believes in death, believes that everything has an end, and longs for eternal sleep for himself, has gained power over ordinary apprentice priests.

If the evil god could be so powerful, then the current righteous god would have been dragged into the big crack long ago.

——However, just like the reaction when facing all cultists, these ordinary villagers did not dare to resist at all, nor did they dare to curse in front of them.

"They can kill people," the people said in fear, and then avoided them.

And they knew very well that these crow mouths would not only kill people, but they would not even leave their souls.The soul of the person killed by the accused dead crow will not return to the kingdom of God, but will go directly to hell.In the eyes of those who believe in Tyr or Sivir, this is already the most terrifying thing.

However, things changed at this time.

The death crow, which no one would pay attention to at first, was suddenly grabbed by the corner of his clothes by a little boy.

"Can you... cure the plague?"

The little boy raised his head in pleading, his eyes full of anxiety.A dark red line crawled from the corner of his eye to his throat

"I can."

The Death Crow narrowed his eyes, lowered his head, and nodded with certainty.

He read it word by word.

Suddenly, the little boy burst into tears.

He knelt down on the ground at once, tore off the gold-plated sun amulet around his neck, and threw it on the ground.

"Then I don't believe in Tire anymore! I believe in your God, please cure me!" The little boy knelt down on the ground and cried, "I don't want to die...I don't want to die yet! Please help me!" help me--"

Qiu Si Ya silently touched his little head, closed his eyes and made a sign of the cross on his chest.

"I will heal you."

The death crow's voice suddenly became gentle: "As a price, you must remember and spread the word in the future. The person who cured you is named Xila, a follower of the Eternal Sleeping Mentor, His Majesty Roland's most loyal shield—"

(End of this chapter)