The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 14 - 14 14 Praise the Sun

14: Chapter 14 “Praise the Sun 14: Chapter 14 “Praise the Sun The nun turned around and walked towards the center of the church, with Lind instinctively following her.

“The Ring of Magic shattered, Calamity surged, the fla of life about to extinguish…”

“I know,” Lind interrupted the other’s speech, which sounded almost like the opening lines of a ga.

He realized that her ntal state wasn’t very good, as if she had been greatly shocked.

The nun stopped, turned her head and stared at Lind with eyes that almost bulged out.

It was as if she was saying, “Why don’t you tell it, why don’t you!

Lind awkwardly smiled and gestured for her to continue.

“The All Gods have fallen into slumber,” the nun continued walking.

“they have abandoned us or cannot even save themselves.

We could still contact Goliath half a year ago.”

“What happened?

Why can’t we contact him now?” Lind imdiately asked.

The nun stopped, positioning herself in front of a statue of a Storm Knight swinging a greatsword, letting the sunlight fall on her, enveloping her figure in a golden radiance, making her appear full of divine aura.

“The end of the world, power lost,” she said.

“They began to pursue an even purer truth, but the truth is always hard to accept.”

“Truth?” Lind frowned slightly, not quite understanding.

She led Lind further into the depths of the church and pushed open the iron-studded door, a foul sll hitting him full on.

Covering his nose, Lind looked inside to see several bodies dressed in church robes, with twisted limbs.

It was the first ti Lind had seen a person’s legs intertwined like a DNA double helix, yet maintaining enough distance that they did not interfere with each other.

Or the arms twisted into spirals, tangled like twisted bread.

There were also spines protruding from the corpses, the whole person hanging by the neck like a puppet on a sunny day.

It seed as if these bodies were doing their best to twist their forms, creating a rhythm with their bodies to sense the “truth.”

Lind also understood why they couldn’t contact Goliath, as everyone in the church was dead, leaving only the old nun.

“What truth were they pursuing?” Lind imdiately asked.

In the situation where no powerful force could be obtained from the outside with the Ring of Magic unbroken, the church half a year ago still had the chance to pursue a stronger power.

Lind was very intrigued.

After the appearance of players, he was certain he could not be an ordinary person, he had no choice, he must possess power.

“Bathed in the Moon’s gaze, the Grim Reaper’s watchful eyes, the Sun’s illumination, mankind greedily sought from the Gods, not knowing that even a fleeting glance from a divine eye contains wisdom beyond mortal comprehension, that is the truth of power, the truth of magic.”

She continued in a chant-like tone, while Lind, after listening for a while, began to look around at the bones, eventually discovering a book amidst the twisted skeletons.

At that mont, the old nun stopped and looked at Lind with bulging, sowhat vacant eyes.

“Praise the Sun”

Lind thought to himself, “Players would definitely love this book.”

He pried open the white knuckles clutching the book, picked up the volu, and began to leaf through it.

It was a thin book written with black ink.

A Holy Song?

Not knowing the tune, Lind read it to the rhythm of “Two Tigers,” finding it surprisingly fitting.

A bizarre book, as if narrating a piece of history, yet also imparting so knowledge, and even more so, a pure song of praise.

He closed the slim volu and noticed that the old nun was staring at him with tense eyes.

“Can you explain in detail how they beca like this?” Lind was uncomfortable under her gaze, feeling as if, in her eyes, he too might twist into so monstrous form the next mont.

She said, “Magic Potion that steals Divine Authority.”

“Magic Potion!” Lind was sowhat excited.

His forr self was no cultivation genius, had no right to beco a Church Knight, nor could he be a powerful Flying Escape expert.

Taking drugs to beco powerful was perfect for him.

“After taking it, one will perceive the whispers of God,” the old nun tried to deter Lind’s thoughts, having seen this expression on many people before: “The wise beco madder, the foolish offer up their flesh, the obsessed grow more fanatical, only the chosen by God can endure forever.”

Her gaze lingered on Lind, as if she deed him a fool or an obsessed one, not even counting as wise, thus she had no intention of sharing information about the Magic Potion with him.

These physically distorted clergy must all be “fools.”

“Yes, of course, God always chooses so peculiar people,” Lind nodded, thinking to himself that luckily in his territory there were chosen ones, definitely chosen by God.

He could finally expand his rchandise.

“Excuse , may I ask how to address you?”

For an old lady who prattled endlessly about divine matters, Lind had a better way to extract information from her.

“Aluna”

“Alright, Aluna.” Lind nodded, tucking the book under his arm, “I am Lord Lind of Star Dragon Ridge, where there appeared a group of rather special people.

I believe they might be the ones you ntioned as chosen by God, though their conduct is a bit unorthodox,” Lind said, “Aluna, if you are interested, I would like to invite you to my territory to continue propagating the doctrines of ‘Praise the Sun.'”

He paused and said, “For this, I will provide you with enough food and shelter from the elents.”

Aluna’s cheeks twitched slightly, then she nodded, “I think, you might also be a chosen one.

Please co with , there might be sothing you need there.”

“Of course, thank you very much!” Lind smiled.

An old lady alone and destitute, staying in a dilapidated church, surely being there until now was her limit, especially since winter is not as forgiving as sumr.

Lind was convinced she would not refuse, even if the church really had so food left, it was likely very little after half a year.

Obtaining the so-called Magic Potion of Divine Authority and also recruiting a never-endingly singing, chattering old nun NPC was a deal too good to pass up.

Dear players, I’ve found you a Poster Girl, though she’s all wrinkled and not the best-tempered.

This is just a joke, he wouldn’t actually appoint a sowhat ntally unstable old lady as the Poster Girl, unless he wanted to drive away Undead players.

For players are creatures of aestheticism; appearances matter most.

An endlessly prattling NPC can satisfy many players’ imaginations, providing a sense of hidden storylines.

Lind also could take this opportunity to have Aluna issue so specific quests.

But he should definitely not make Aluna the Poster Girl!

Not all quests can be issued by himself; if Lind wants to turn Star Dragon Ridge into a player hub, he must diversify its functionalities, owning a variety of NPC types.

It should truly beco the ultimate Newbie Village.

Before officially employing her, he would definitely have a script prepared, trusting that Aluna could handle it since verbal skill is a specialty of church clergy.

Lind followed Aluna to a room at the back of the church, where a collapsed bookshelf lay with a sheepskin to about 30 centiters long.

He picked up the so-called “Diary of Divine Authority Theft,” gently dusting it off.

“Clore’s Diary”