Chapter 301: Chapter 216: Gods Wouldn’t Be So Petty, Right?_3
A mont later.
At the church entrance.
Mr. Jack, clad in black, was gazing up at the church.
Dongyang and the others dared not make a sound, rely watching him silently.
“Evil should collapse…”
A deep and magnetic voice resonated.
The crowd only saw Mr. Jack flick his wrist.
Whoosh!
A playing card soared into the sky.
In the players’ blind spot, Chen Lun, using “Great Human Transformation” and “Body Separation,” swapped his right hand with the card in the sky.
“Holy shit! What a huge fireball!”
“Just like that big one we saw in the video before!”
“Seeing it with my own eyes, it truly feels like a small sun!”
The players looked up at the sky, chatting excitedly and in awe.
Chen Lun’s right hand, equipped with “Palm Fireworks,” conjured a gigantic supernatural fireball fifty ters in the air and then fiercely threw it downward.
Like a small teorite hitting the earth, the fireball crashed onto the top of the church.
Boom!!
The flas burst forth like rain, igniting upon impact. Even the hard stone walls and floor began to burn.
Chen Lun’s broad black coat flapped loudly in the breeze.
He turned around, his right hand rejoining his body.
The enormous church stood there but gradually turned into a sea of flas.
The firelight shone on Jack’s black clothes, particularly striking. It was now evening, and the golden red afterglow scattered, making him appear both mysterious and majestic.
“Let’s go… Next church, Oil Bean Town,” said Chen Lun softly, without looking back.
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Landon, with his guild mbers, hurried to Oil Bean Town overnight.
The situation here was similar to Ice Glutinous Town, having already beco a playground for plague-maddened people, but there still stood a church of the Red Apple Church, sheltering a small portion of town residents.
Although the original NPC residents either died or fled, this place was a rare leveling spot for the Lost Na Guild.
They occupied both Ice Glutinous Town and Oil Bean Town, using them to train many guild players.
The most important part was that the Red Apple Church here had a Transcendent Priest, three Transcendent Monks, and two squads totaling sixty heavily armored Guardians! The number of rotting hounds was over a hundred, locked in the basent, ready to be unleashed to kill enemies at any mont.
This strength was also where Landon’s confidence lay.
He planned to report the situation in Ice Glutinous Town to the Priest and exaggerate the fact that the church branches were attacked, splashing the mud on Dongyang and his group, letting them know the consequences of offending the church!
Landon entered the church with more than forty subordinates, surprising the Lost Na mbers guarding it.
“Vice Guild Leader! What brings you here? And who are all these people…?”
“We’ll talk later! Is Father Okon here at the mont?” Landon asked impatiently.
“Yes, the Father is usually in the prayer room. The sermons and preaching to the town residents in the main hall are handled by the three monks in turns,” replied the guild player acting as the church guard promptly.
“Okay, I understand! You handle the arrangents for these brothers, I have urgent matters to report to the Priest!”
Having said that, Landon hurriedly bypassed the hall and ran towards one side, where the prayer room was located.
A mont later.
Inside the prayer room.
Landon respectfully bowed his head and knelt on one knee.
A figure clad in a long red robe, with broad shoulders and a sturdy build, stood before him.
“Over a hundred Blasphers, launching a collective attack on our Church…?”
Priest Okon slowly turned around, revealing a majestic, square-faced expression.
“Captain Landon, if this is true, I will personally deal with these Blasphers and send them to Lady Rose’s Garden of the Gods…!”
“Your Reverence, I dare not conceal the truth, it indeed happened! Moreover, they are well-equipped, each ard with a Firearm, and also have chanical Gloves that can shoot flas… The leaders are even ten Transcendents!”
Landon continued to reveal the information, secretly thinking to himself that these people from Dongyang were truly foolish, not realizing how strong the foundation of the Red Apple Church was, and that they would be decimated soon!
The Priest then stared at Landon for a mont.
“Hmm… Initially, the Church accepted you because you are Undead and your hearts are filled with genuine Faith… but this ti you led the retreat, directly abandoning our Church’s station, this matter…”
Landon received a notification of a decrease in Affection, his face turned pale, and he quickly said:
“Your Reverence, please be assured, we will donate more Gold Pounds to atone for our sins!”
Priest Okon nodded expressionlessly.
“Hmm… Money is only the skin of the fruit, only a genuine heart of Faith is the sweet fruit itself, I hope you Undead can learn from this lesson.”
In the church hall at that ti.
Dozens of townspeople in ragged clothes were kneeling in front of long rows of wooden chairs, their pinky fingers interlocked and the other eight fingers clasped together, forming a strange prayer gesture.
They were attentively listening to a middle-aged Monk preaching from the pulpit, holding a thick book of ‘Gospel of Rose,’ and reciting long and profound truths.
A man wearing a black hat, leaning on a Silver Staff, entered the hall.
His footsteps echoed with a clatter in the hall.
The Monk stopped preaching, knitted his brows, and the four heavy-armored Guardians standing in the corners of the walls all turned their gaze towards the man.
“Sir, may I ask what you need?”
The Monk asked indifferently.
“Oh, I’ve co to make a donation.”
Chen Lun adjusted his hat, revealing a polite smile.
The Monk then smiled slightly.
“You are a generous and devout Gentleman.”
Then with a wave of his hand, a Guardian who was a player from the Lost Na Guild ran over, holding a donation box.
Seeing Jack, this player widened his eyes, evidently aware of his identity. However, he had no idea what this extrely popular NPC was doing here.
Chen Lun took out a Copper Kro and tossed it into the donation box.
Clink!
The corner of the Monk’s eye twitched, then his gaze gradually grew colder.
“Sir, are you… insulting the Church, desecrating the Lady?”
“Hmm?”
Chen Lun said, puzzled.
“Could it be that a small donation angers the divine? Lady Rose wouldn’t be that petty, right…?”
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