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Act 2: Awe-inspiring blooming like a flower Chapter 138: Divine Voice (Part 2)

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    The candlelight in the church swayed, illuminating the entire marble church regardless of each other.  The figures of the intruders were pulled into incomparable shape, like monsters in the shadows, baring their teeth and claws on the stone slab behind them, thinking that they were some kind of god.  But in fact, all their power comes from the being standing in front of the priest, the swordsman.

    Without the leadership and strength of the swordsman, these people are nothing more than a piece of loose sand.  Even they had to admit the strength and correctness of the swordsman.  So they recognized the swordsman as their leader, guiding their path.

    But for players, this leader is not perfect.

    ??At least, their leader is more or less talkative about NPCs.  This made those people very unhappy.

    "For us players, this world is just a game we use for entertainment." The leading swordsman patted the old priest on the shoulder with the back of his sword rather impolitely, with a look of slowness on his pretty face.  A twisted pleasure.

    Even the swordsman¡¯s companions seemed to be unable to stand this man, and they all whispered to each other behind him.

    ¡®Hey, is the captain starting to play with his literary talents again?  Why does the captain always have so many emotions every time he kills the boss?  Is there really nothing wrong with the captain's mind?  ¡¯ ¡®You know the game, the captain is called a literary young man. You see how realistic this world is, it¡¯s normal for the captain to have some ideas, right?  Although I don¡¯t know why the captain is in love with an old man, the captain is the captain, and what he does is beyond the understanding of poor working people like us.  Just listen on the side.  ¡¯

    Listening to such chatter, the old pastor felt a little funny.  My own temple, my own church was captured by such a group of guys who don¡¯t even have basic organizational discipline?  This is absolutely hilarious.

    The Church of All Gods did not come to disturb him, nor did the New Four-Colored Flag, nor did the Thunder Nobles come to harass the Holy Church.  Even the lunatics from the ancient four-color flag didn't bother to pay attention to the Holy Religion.  But now a group of unorganized and undisciplined players have appeared, commenting on everything in the church as if they were joking.  Seniors would go crazy if they saw this kind of scene, right?

    "Shut up you idiots!"

    Even the leading swordsman couldn't stand the whispers behind him. He turned around with a blushing face and yelled at his comrades to stop.  But judging from the bursts of stifled laughter, this leader is not very dignified.

    "First of all, old guy, you have to know that we are players." Ignoring his team, the young swordsman turned around and said seriously to the old priest who in his mind was equated with death: "Player Representative  What are you doing? We are just here to have fun, and all your crap has nothing to do with us."

    "That means you have no faith at all in your hearts, and even your souls are empty, right?"

    The old pastor held the treasured scripture in his hand, stood up and glared at the indifferent young people in front of him.  It can be seen from the surprised expression of the swordsman that the old priest does not seem to be as thin as he looks, but has a very burly figure.

    "No faith, no glory, just muddle along. If you are a veteran who has been through countless battlefields, or a middle-aged person who has been polished by the world, it is understandable to have such thoughts. But you are only in your twenties.  Young people should have their own ideas and beliefs, but look at how you look now, you don¡¯t look like young people anymore!¡±

    The old priest stood up and angrily scolded the young people who looked bored. The wrinkled skin on his face turned an abnormal red color due to anger.  The old man simply cannot understand what is going on in the world today. Even such young people are full of entertainment spirit and cannot find even a little bit of passion and faith.  There he was swaying like a waste, singing those **** songs.  They don't care about the law, they take pride in ignoring the law and think that this kind of behavior is really powerful.

    If these are the people in that world, then that world is already hopeless, right?

    "Huh? Old guy, you are wrong about that. We people have our own beliefs and pursuits. What we believe in is entertainment and what we pursue is excitement. This world is just a dream for us. In this case  Why not pursue happiness? It¡¯s just a beautiful dream, and even death is nothing worth mentioning.¡±

    Facing the old man¡¯s roar, the swordsman commander did not show any cowardice.  Maybe even he himself doesn¡¯t know why he wants to refute the players, right?  Anyway, that's what he said, proudly stating what the players wanted.

    This kind of rebellious pursuit sounds so natural in his mouth, so that the old pastor was stunned on the spot.

    "Hey, boss? Why don't you just kill this old man quickly? Do you need to listen to this old guy's ideological and political lessons? Just kill him, grab the things and leave?" Behind the swordsman,  A bored young man who looked like a monkey, with long, colorful hair, and a mace shook his body and said fluidly.

    This kind of statement was met with the unanimous approval of compatriots who also have colorful hair.  These non-mainstream young people wore earrings and lip rings, and they expressed their dissatisfaction with NPCs to their leaders.

    ¡®Anyway, if he¡¯s an old man, I¡¯ll just kill him. Why should I talk nonsense to him?  ¡¯ ¡®Boss, do you still want to argue with him for hours like last time?  Last time, the police force was involved.  ''Hurry up and finish it, my head is spinning.  ¡¯ ¡®Boss, can I kill him directly?  Is it okay to kill him directly?  ¡¯

    "Shut the hell up you idiots! What do you know! What do you do besides eating, drinking and having fun!"

    Such cowardly remarks were glared back by the swordsman leader.

    Although he looked very impressive, the swordsman's companions showed regretful expressions as expected.  The look of being in need of a beating made the swordsman commander's teeth itch with anger, and he wished he could kill all these idiots one by one.

    Completely out of tune.  These frivolous people are so out of tune with the entire church.  He had never felt such disgust towards his companions, but in fact the behavior of these people really made him feel inexplicably disgusted.  It's almost like seeing a cockroach in the soup, making your stomach churn up in waves of nausea.

    With those colorful heads and the messy equipment, the swordsman really wanted these people to have unified laws and unified equipment. The worst thing was that they should not make so loud a sound when the leader spoke.

    But what did these idiots do?  Don¡¯t they know they can do nothing but hold us back?

    ??What is it that gives these idiots the illusion that they are powerful?  What is it that makes them feel like it doesn't matter what they do?  Is it the immortality of this world?  Is this world too tolerant?  Do we have to put them all in prison so that these people can reflect on their behavior to some extent?

    Looking at the majestic rainbow heads behind him, the swordsman felt that his brain had turned into a rainbow, and his whole mind was filled with their messy hair and twisted thoughts that normal people could not understand.

    "I admit that you may indeed have a belief that I don't understand. But your companions are different."

    The old priest standing under the statue looked at this extremely melancholy scene and shook his head helplessly.  Even from the perspective of an enemy, he felt a certain degree of sadness for the swordsman.

    Even he could feel that that group of people was completely different from the swordsman leader.

    ??????????? If the minds of that group of people are completely a ball of dregs and nothing but evil is evil, then that swordsman commander can be said to be organized and orderly evil.  He is not simply pursuing those emptiness, but has his own purpose in life.  He has his own goals and pursuits. Even in the game world he talks about, there are certain rules that restrain himself.

    And his companions The old priest looked at the colorful heads and various weapons over there and shook his head helplessly.  In his eyes, these people were not even worthy of standing with the swordsman commander. They were just scum.

    ¡°It¡¯s really hard on you to have such a group of subordinates.¡±

    The old priest said to the swordsman sincerely.  In exchange, the swordsman commander looked embarrassed.

    "Huh? Old guy, what the hell were you just saying? Do you have the guts to say it again?" The scorned scum were jumping up and down in various places in the church like a bunch of turkeys.  This group of rainbow heads twisted their faces, brandished weapons they thought were deadly, and screamed at the old priest, intimidating the old man with self-belief.

    "You old bastard, how dare you say that again? Do you believe that more than twenty of us brothers will come together to peel off your old skin? Do you believe that I will directly find your address and kill your whole family? Oh, you dare to say that to us?  Are you tired of living?"

    "I'm just saying what can you do?" The old pastor looked at the scum jumping up and down and snorted disdainfully.

    Like an instinctive technique that had been repeated tens of thousands of times, the old priest¡¯s dry fingers turned over the thick classic book in the blink of an eye.Opening it, his fingers quickly passed over the ink notes, covering a paragraph with his dry fingers.  At that moment, the covered words turned into three-dimensional golden runes on the old man's fingertips and instantly spread to the church dome, illuminating the entire church extremely brightly.

    PS: First update of three thousand words~

    PS2: For the sake of my awesomeness, please give me more recommendations, rewards and comments~
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