Oring Hunter

So, full of shock and puzzlement, Yechen immediately raised his doubts to Ding Moluo.

"In the church, whether it is a knight or a priest, as long as the body and mind have undergone the baptism ceremony of the power of the Holy Light, everyone will become indifferent and united, and it is absolutely impossible to betray the Holy Light... What happened to you? what?"

After Ding Moluo heard this, the smile on his face instantly subsided.

He didn't choose to reply immediately, but lowered his head, casting a strange shadow over his pale face.

Immediately afterwards, after ten seconds of silence and dead silence, the body of the backbone clown began to shake violently.

"what……"

"Hahaha……"

"Hahahaha-!"

A burst of sharp and crazy laughter rushed into Yechen's ears.

Then, Ding Moluo raised his pale face again.

I saw that the originally calm and leisurely face had now become ferocious like an evil ghost, and the pair of originally calm sunken eyes had suddenly swollen with thin and dense bright red bloodshot eyes.

"baptism?"

Ding Moluo's eyes were blood red, the corners of his mouth were raised, his voice trembled slightly, and he repeated the words Yechen mentioned with a ferocious smile.

"The use of this vocabulary is really subtle..."

"In fact, this is nothing more than a high-sounding, hypocritical and despicable brainwashing process..."

"Although the admission ceremony of the Joy Theater will bring pain and threats to the sufferers, in order to get in touch with the truth, all of this is a reasonable price that can be tolerated, because after that, everyone will usher in the Liberation and freedom."

"But, in comparison, what is the baptism of the Holy Light?"

"Once this power seeps into the body, a person's thinking will undergo a fundamental change, and all interests will only proceed from the perspective of the Holy Light!"

"It's like being forced to annihilate the unique emotions and desires of human beings, and turn into a sad worker ant who has no independent thinking, only knows how to work hard for its own nest, dedicates its life, and finally dies and throws it away!"

"The so-called holy light baptism ceremony, as well as the so-called knights and priests, are just such a bunch of ridiculous and twisted existences!"

"Tell me, it's also wantonly distorting other people's thoughts, what's the difference between Holy Light and Abyss—!?"

Ding Moluo spoke louder and more excitedly.

Accompanied by the rapid rise of emotions, an extremely fierce aura soon erupted from Ding Moluo's body to the outside world, like an invisible big hand crushing down on the stone ground in all directions.

Bang bang bang bang!

Just under Ding Moluo's inadvertent venting of emotions, hundreds of cracks and shatters appeared in the surrounding stone ground in an instant, which shows how strong his realm is.

However, facing this terrifying coercion, Yechen can vaguely feel the many complex emotions contained in it.

Among them, there is anger, aggrieved, remorse, unwillingness...

However, more is the meaning of endless sadness.

It seems that, as a former member of the church, Ding Moluo seemed to be extremely sensitive to the concept of "holy light", so that after meeting and talking with Ye Chen for so long, he finally showed a gaffe for the first time .

Seeing this, Yechen looked dignified and remained silent.

After Ding Moluo paused for a few seconds, he raised his palm and clenched it into a fist.

"It's just that because I'm strong..."

"No, it should be said, because I was very strong in my previous life, and the real me is very strong, both physically and mentally and obsessively..."

"So, before I was about to be brainwashed by the power of the Holy Light, I woke up on my own initiative without relying on external mental stimulation."

"And after getting rid of the bottomless quagmire of the church in time, I then went to the Olympian Labyrinth to dig myself step by step, approaching the truth, and finally I was able to wake up to how hopeless this world is. .”

"And then, there will be this crazy clown standing in front of you at this moment, a madman who has slaughtered countless minions of the Holy Light."

"Well, this experience is really interesting and unique, isn't it?"

After hearing this, Ye Chen fell into deep thought.

In the ruling organization of the Holy Light Church, according to whether the body and mind are integrated into the power of the Holy Light, it is divided into two groups: holy believers and honest believers.

Saint believers can enjoy the high power of the bishop of the regional church and the qualifications to enter the central church, because the power of the holy light can dilute the selfish desires of the holders, thereby avoiding the risk of corruption and embezzlement.

As for the faithful believers with mortal hearts, they can only carry out their clerical assistant work under the bishop of the regional church. Unless they are eligible to accept the baptism ceremony of the Holy Light, they will not be able to gain much political power for a lifetime.

And according to Ding Moluo, if he was really from the church, then he could only choose to betray when he was a faithful believer.

After all, it is really hard for Ye Chen to imagine that an existence that is integrated with the power of the Holy Light would take the initiative to betray the Holy Light and act against himself...

Chapter 0861 The Tragedy of the Priesthood

After a few seconds of thinking, Ye Chen immediately confirmed to Ding Moluo:

"So, you chose to betray the church before you were promoted from a faithful believer to a holy believer?"

Ding Moluo sneered, and admitted in a disdainful tone.

"Correct."

"If I had ignorantly and blindly surrendered to the Holy Light at that time, I might have become an archbishop of the Central Church under the Pope now."

"After all, back then, my reputation in the local church was very good..."

"Excellent in character and learning, highly respected in virtue, the people are full of praise, the kind of great talent that the elders have high hopes for..."

"However, even if you really become the archbishop, what's the point?"

"In the final analysis, they are just some worker bees with a high reputation."

"Everyone who is loyal to the church, whether knights or priests, are all self-satisfied insects living in falsehood."

"Since ancient times, it has always been like this, and it has always been like this—!"

After the words fell, Ding Moluo's aura became more and more heavy, like a beast about to escape from its cage, exuding breathtaking resentment and murderous aura.

However, this negative emotion is not aimed at Yechen, but at the Holy Light and the Church far behind the scenes.

It seemed that this clown hated the holy god Angrinoander more than Olympian hunters and Olympian hunters, and hated all the servants under his name from the bottom of his heart.

Naturally, Yechen didn't know what Ding Moluo had experienced in the church in the past, so that the current look of anger seemed to have some kind of deep hatred with Shengguang...

However, with the development of this conversation to the present point, Ye Chen can already fully believe that the crazy clown standing in front of him is indeed an extremely extraordinary existence in the Joy Theater.

Whether it is strength, background, experience, or the knowledge and concepts hidden in the brain, even in this group of strange people, Ding Moluo is indeed the king among the aliens.

His strength did not come from the wind blowing without thinking.

Ding Moluo has experienced a lot.

Ding Moluo also knew a lot.

Not sure how much of this clown's previous statement was true and how much was false...

However, Yechen now has to admit that the backbone clown standing in front of him is indeed far different from other clowns he has encountered in the past.

This pious priest who once served the Holy Light has now become a cruel devil with blood on his hands.

It's so abnormal...

Even in the eyes of Yechen, who is used to seeing strong winds and waves...

Ding Moluo's existence was so abnormal that it made his back feel so outrageous!

(The degree of danger of this guy far exceeds that of the three major abyssal species.)

After clearly comprehending these facts, Yechen's muscles all over his body tensed up uncontrollably.

This conversation did not allow him to directly dig into the opening path of the "spiritual world", but instead allowed him to further understand the horror and weirdness of Ding Moluo.

At the same time, Ding Moluo ignored the soaring vigilance in Yechen's sight, and turned to look down at his hands silently.

I saw that pair of pale and slender palms were first tightly held by him, and then slowly released by him.

It's like a neurotic trying to grasp something illusory that doesn't exist.

Such weird behavior was repeated several times by Ding Moluo.

Then, as if returning to reality from fantasy, Ding Moluo finally put down his hands, raised his pale face, took a deep breath, and asked Yechen in a cold tone:

"Boy, what do you think..."

"For a priest who lives by serving the gods..."

"What kind of ending is the most ironic, the most ridiculous, and the most tragic?"

Ye Chen chose to remain silent.

"..."

Then, in a hoarse and low voice, Ding Moluo began to question and answer himself word by word:

"Is it painful to meet death?"

"Do not."

"This is too ordinary."

"Aren't you betrayed by your own beliefs?"

"Do not."

"If this kind of thing really happened, it can only show that this person who serves the gods does not have a good vision and is not qualified to resent others."

"Then, is it that the gods that I swore to follow my whole life were brutally slaughtered by the alien gods, and then their existence was completely destroyed and obliterated?"

"Do not."

"This ending is certainly very tragic, but it is far from the realm I have experienced..."

With the step-by-step progress of self-questioning and self-answering, Ding Moluo's face had more and more ferocious folds, which became deeper and deeper, and the protruding veins crowded his skin, like a dense pile of pale maggots.

At the same time, the air surrounding Ding Moluo also became heavier and more oppressive, like an ancient well exuding a resentful atmosphere, filled with the desire for killing and revenge.

Yechen continued to keep silent, quietly waiting for Ding Moluo's next speech.

"No...Neither..."

Then, Ding Moluo's eyes flickered, his teeth trembled, his voice was blurred, and his body swayed. His image and temperament changed instantly from the insane clown to a bereaved dog who seemed to be tortured and played with by reality.

"For a priest..."

"The most tragic fate in this world..."

"It's nothing more than his god being slaughtered by the alien god...and he returned to the dust with grief..."

"As a result, he was pulled back from Huangquan by Ability God, and he was given a brand new and false life!"

"And then……"

"Since childhood! He has been indoctrinated by the people around him that he wants to live and die for the Ability God's slave thought!"

"Suffering from all kinds of hypocritical praise!"

"With all kinds of disgusting expectations!"

"Even, even himself, he feels happy and satisfied with this day and night!"

Talking to himself to this point, Ding Moluo finally ushered in a complete loss of emotional control, and immediately raised his head hysterically and roared:

"Holy light has polluted my blood—!"

"Holy Light tampered with my life experience—!"

"The Holy Light made me completely forget my true Lord—!"

"It's not 'Holy Light'—!"

"It's 'Ghost'—!"

"His existence—!"

"His trace—!"

"His everything—!"

"Under the enslavement of the Holy Light, I forgot Him and betrayed Him—!"

"As the Pope who was supposed to be unswerving to the Nether God until death! I was deceived! I was played with! I was forced to become a loyal servant of the sworn enemy Holy Light! Just wasted decades of youth and time, and committed decades of crimes. Taboos and sins——!"