The power of the clergy is not infinite.

Paladins can rely on their own muscles.

Some clergymen who used holy light magic exhausted their strength when resisting the extremely large number of blasphemous machines, and were swallowed up by the tide of machines.

The center of a building was broken, and a tall golden figure emerged from the collapsed soil.

It's Charles.

He held the neck of a man in black robes with one hand, and before he even hit the ground, the two cultists were destroyed in the light.

Charles hit the ground heavily, and the holy light lit up on the ground where he hit it, and all the blasphemous machines that landed on the ground were purified into nothing.

After Charles came here, he felt that his spiritual sense was countless times more sensitive than before.

Dreams are the channel between people and the spiritual world, and the nature of the world on this side is closer to dreams.

Therefore, this side of the world is equivalent to a huge channel connected to the spiritual world, and the information Charles receives is also different from the past.

His strength is also the strongest below the epic level among all the people present.

The cultist hiding in the corner, the clone of the evil god wandering out of nowhere.

As long as he gets close to them, he can directly detect them!

The other clerics followed Charles obediently and acted around him. The Paladin was like the backbone of the team.

At the front of the Paladins, there was the most turbulent and terrifying tide. Countless blasphemous machines in this huge city almost blocked the front, and from time to time, several short figures and people in black robes flashed past.

One person can completely block this horrific scene.

Right in front is old Addison.

Under his gray robe, the old body no longer decayed, but restored to a healthy young body.

His strength is indeed much weaker than before, but he is still a priest who has participated in the expedition.

"Is this the only way..."

Old Addison looked a little confused.

The scene in front of me was indeed terrifying and caused many casualties, but it was too weak compared to the lifeless and terrifying worlds encountered during the Paladin's expedition, and no matter how weak the evil priest was and how poorly prepared he was...

…

At this time, this place has become the territory of the evil god. How could there be so little resistance? Not even a legendary heretic appears...

The overwhelming number of evil gods, the bloodthirsty and filthy disciples of the evil god, and even the followers of the evil god, the saints of the evil god... none of these things exist.

There are only the terrifying steam machines of the era when I was born in this world, if anything, there are also the magic tower of Alert Academy and some remaining nine-ring spells, but this cannot stop the temple.

What is the problem?

Old Addison held the secret book in his hand and looked around with eyes shining with holy light.

Those scraps that have not been completely eliminated by the Holy Light are also trembling and reproducing into bloodthirsty monsters, indicating that this evil god has the power to ignore the conservation of matter.

After the First Holy War, conservation of mass became a theorem in the world, so this evil god existed in the era of chaos before the emergence of the Holy War.

His existence must be much longer than the existence of the Mother Goddess. How could such an existence be so simple...

Charles chopped the incoming meat ball into pieces, the holy light overflowed from the sword, and another heretic was wiped out.

Charles' spiritual sense kept flickering.

A great sense of danger appeared in his heart.

"Be careful! Great danger!"

he shouted.

I don't know where the danger came from, but after hearing Charles' words, the Paladins gathered near Old Addison.

"Great danger, something is happening..." Charles shouted to the people around him.

A figure in black robes was far away from them, separated by a street.

Eden is standing here.

In the altar over there, Priest Knox was watching, so he came to the front line again.

He knew that Paladin Charles had a keen sense of spirituality, so he did not go near here.

Eden got something important during the battle with Charles.

Charles' blood.

The blood of Paladins cannot be cursed. To the cultists, these Paladins are hard and useless things. Not only are they very strong, but they cannot restrain themselves and there is no benefit after defeating them.

But Eden still took Charles' blood, and Eden was also confused about what it was used for.

That was what the god behind him asked him to get.

A drop of blood gently fell on the ground.

The holy light shines on the blood, and the holy light gradually disappears, and the power of the dream gradually emerges.

…

Old Addison has not been on the battlefield for a long time. During the time when Charles Addison was growing up, he was recuperating.

But once you pick up the great sword, pick up the secret book.

Go to the front line.

He remembered the war again. The defeated soldiers turned into nests of insects. As the war progressed, they had to take the lives of their former colleagues one after another with their own hands.

It was also during that war that he acted recklessly and greedily.

Leading to the destruction of the regiment to which Captain Mansfield's family belonged.

Commander Mansfield...

Old Addison felt the guilt and pressure of decades deep in his heart emerge again. He took a sharp breath, clenched the sword tightly, and a blade of holy light emerged from in front of his eyes. Countless blasphemous machines emerged from

It was cut off in the middle.

The figure of that strong man, the man who had great hopes for him, also appeared in his mind.

as well as……

The painful memories of the feeling of him inserting the sword into his comrade's body had tortured him for more than thirty years.

And when he went to the battlefield again, even wearing the statue of the Mother Goddess and reciting the eulogies of the Mother Goddess had no effect.

In the past battlefields, the paladins they faced could still use holy light, a kind of alienated holy light, and their strength was the same as before.

They also have memories of battles during their lifetimes.

When they were captured by the evil god, they became the touch of the evil god, and their faith also became that dirty evil god.

He had to watch familiar figures one after another, raising the sword and cutting down, raising the sword and cutting down.

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The big sword gently chopped off a head.

They are all familiar people. There are not that many familiar people in the army... Now... Now on the battlefield...

Old Addison's eyes became clear.

Now……

The swarming steam engines surrounded the place with water.

It's like a locked beast cage.

It provides a stage for audiences who don’t know where they are hiding to watch.

He saw it on his sword.

There is bright red blood on it.

In front of him was the figure of a comrade, and that figure had no head.

"I see..." Old Addison saw his reflection on the big sword.

Those are red eyes.

The goddess statue on the chest has long since disappeared.

His face was also splashed with fresh blood.

"It turns out that the Mother Goddess has given up on me..."

The Mother Goddess is also a deity.

Priests of the Mother Goddess are also people who follow the path of the Mother Goddess.

Priests are often people with pure hearts who are willing to support order, or who have unburnable hatred and anger in their hearts and want to completely eliminate chaos.

Follow the gods, and the gods will favor you.

When you disobey the gods, the gods will no longer give their power to you.

After following the footsteps of Captain Mansfield and leaving the front line, Old Addison fell from the legendary level to the epic level.

The believer of the Mother Goddess ignores any negative effects, and when he drops the level, he realizes that his belief in the Mother Goddess has also weakened.

The Temple no longer allowed itself to go to the front line, but arranged for itself to live in seclusion with Commander Mansfield in the Restoration City. It was also because...it was willing to look forward to rediscovering its faith...

In the past thirty years, instead of maintaining order, he wanted to eliminate his sins and shoulder his own responsibilities.

For him, eliminating heretics and helping others all come from the idea of ​​weakening the entanglements and sins in his heart.

In other words, the paladin is immune to aging and disease, and the theorem that he will die within a fixed number of years no longer applies to him.

I am really old...

Old Addison looked at the priests in front of him.

As well as several severed corpses on the ground.

Ah... Sure enough, they are all acquaintances. Some of these people were taught by him, and some were entrusted by friends. Although they did not go to the front line, these clergymen were all good talents.

There was also his adopted son, Charles, who looked at him angrily.

His talent is enough to make people trust...

Just relying on talent, he can become the backbone of others. Maybe he is really wrong. Charles has never given up on order. He is like his past self, the impulsive one who showed no mercy to heretics and only wanted to maintain order.

Own.

I really miss my old self.

The gray divine robe belonging to the Mother Goddess was roughly torn off, revealing the armor wrapped in proliferated flesh and blood.

It turns out that the resistance lies here.

Old Addison understood.

The Mother Mystery Book in his hand gradually burned and turned into a book with a strange cover.

He looked coldly at the survivors in front of him.

He wants to follow the will of the dream god and let the kingdom of the god come to the world.

…

High elves...

This kind of existence existed before the Age of Chaos, with dragons and giants dominating the world in the past.

They are simply representatives of random behavior. Because of their long lives, strong vitality, and unknown methods, they can always become the object of disgust for everyone.

Compared to those impressions, this one next to Ken is...a bit stupid.

She followed Ken, holding a small book to read a few words, and then said a few more words.

Ken turned his head in confusion and asked: "Miss Doris..."

Doris flipped through the small book and said:

"Just call me Doris. There is no need to add extra honorifics. Doris is my name."

Ken's eyes twitched and he asked:

"Doris, the book in your hand is..."

"It's a story book." Doris opened another page of the book and said, "Well... because I don't know how to communicate with people, I need to use a little external help."

What do you mean by using a little external force?

You are simply the embodiment of external force.

Ken blinked and asked, "You don't know how to communicate with people. Have you not chatted with people for a long time?"

Doris thought for a while and explained seriously:

"It's not too long. I talked to someone the last time I fell asleep, and they were quite surprised."

"Surprised?"

"Well..." Doris remembered the last time she was rolling around with only her head to say hello to others.

They were still very surprised.

As for the last time, please, how could she communicate with other people? It seems that except for a few other gods, her gods have never seen anyone else, and even she herself has never seen the true appearance of her gods.

As a believer, Doris is of course similar...

Even if the warlock netizen named Nora enters her wizard tower to meet her, she will not meet her in person. She will most likely communicate with her online and chat with her.

This is a dreamland, just like on the Internet.

However, communication is still quite troublesome.

Ken nodded. The person in front of him seemed to be a real person with social disorder.

Due to the environment in which she grew up, Julia has difficulty mastering communication skills with others, and the person in front of her seems to be naturally incapable of socializing with others.

"This is a dream, so do you want to do it with me..." Doris blinked and continued to ask happily.

At this time, she and Ken had arrived inside the steam station.

There are ruined steam machinery everywhere, dead goblin engineers, human engineers, and passengers, many corpses...

Ken came to a wall with ease and said, "This is no longer a dream..."

The shadow of Brenda Cathedral has become more and more obvious.

Two buildings from different time and space gradually overlapped together, and the shadows continued to solidify. At the moment when they completely turned into objects, the overlap between the two would collide and shatter.

"Isn't it considered a dream?" Doris moved her pointed ears and said doubtfully: "But this side is obviously not reality. Isn't this kind of place where you can play casually just a dream?"

"The power of the gods here is to turn dreams into reality, a power that wants to replace the world."

Ken opened his mouth to answer, his palm lightly touching the wall.

The last time he entered the steam station in his dream, he had entered here before, and Martin Timothy led him there.

The badge of Alert Academy of Magic lit up, and the wall in front of him disappeared without a trace again.

The dead sorceress appeared in front of Ken again.

Just like in previous dreams, she was penetrated by the tentacles extending from countless magic towers. The once young and beautiful face only contained despair and pain.

Ken turned his head, looked at the high elf, and said:

"This is the passage to enter the magic tower. We only need to add these five-ring magic towers..."

The high elf is no longer here.

Ken looked around him in confusion.

The elf disappeared quietly, just like she came quietly.

He didn't know that right in front of him, the elf was curled up and shaking like a sieve.

"Is it... the real world...?" The blond elf trembled and muttered to himself.

At the place where Doris disappeared, another figure appeared in Ken's eyes.
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