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Act Two: Blooming like a majestic flower Chapter 140: A dream

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    The ascetic Ewart, sixty-eight years old.  Ranked fourth in the order of the Holy Guardian Knights.  Has inherent enchantment. Golden Rule.

    ¡°I was already a firm believer in the One Holy Religion when it was still a lace religion.  He devoted his whole life to the spread and cultivation of the Holy Religion.  As a model of priests and ascetics, he spreads the teachings of the Holy Religion throughout the world and helps those who are suffering.  Finally, he went to the front line as a priest during the Four Color Flag period and saw the cruelty of world war.  So once he attained enlightenment, he became a pillar figure in the Holy Religion, walking behind the scenes for the spread of the Holy Religion.

    He has church-level Holy Word protection, and no non-spiritual force can directly contact his body.  Only a certain amount of spiritual strength and enough will can break the sacred prayers on him and truly come into contact with the church-level protection.

    After the barrier is deployed, it will be isolated from the real world, and there will no longer be the concept of sky and earth.  It can only move forward, backward, left, and right.  His own spells are unlimited, he can tamper with the internal structure of the barrier at will, and he can easily perform an infinite number of advanced magical spells within the barrier.  Everything said within the barrier will become true.  Even the impossible thing of slitting one's throat with words can be done.

    And his enchantment ability is not limited to this, it will also change accordingly when it acts on himself.  Within the barrier, one can transform into an unparalleled warrior, a powerful mage, a terrifying arbiter, or even an angel with wings.  And he has corresponding skilled combat experience, which is not enough to call him a saint, but he is also very objective.  Although these are meaningless actions in a flat world, rejuvenating oneself in a black priest's robe and fighting with two swords seems to be a new way for the old man to rejuvenate.

    After the barrier ends, all damage will be replaced by real manifestations on the bodies of all injured people.  If you are killed by the barrier, you will die after reality appears.  The increase in the barrier will remain for a while.  This is the real terrifying ability of the old priest who looks thin and slender.  Although he has no way to have a great influence in the real world, and even his divine magic can only use a high-level piercing cross, but in front of the Golden Rule, he is almost invincible in this world.

    Even the three people in front of him have to admit that it is indeed extremely dangerous to be pulled into his barrier.  All high and low dimensional tactics are negated, and the only way to win or lose is to fight the entire barrier with real swords.  There is no way to break the entire barrier in an instant, so it is meaningless to cause serious harm to the old man.  The Golden Rule is such a rogue force.

    "So why did I encounter such a buggy character during my first robbery" The swordsman couldn't help but sigh.

    After the initial shock subsided, the swordsman's spirit gradually recovered from the collapse.  At least the smiling old man wouldn't kill him out of the blue, and he wouldn't die if he didn't do it himself.  Now that life is guaranteed, everything doesn't matter.

    Players are such single creatures.  It is a game anyway. Horror games will also be frightened by sudden scenes, and flat-screen players will also feel emotional at shocking scenes.  So it¡¯s no big deal to feel shocked and desperate when faced with a sudden barrier.  But now that he was sure that he would not die, the swordsman's mind became more active.

    "There is a god who is paying attention to you and me, young man. Our meeting is probably destined by our ancestors."

    In the church that had been transformed into a masonry structure, the old priest in a linen robe said with a smile.  Those dozens of players seemed to have never appeared before, and there was only the figure of the swordsman player on the ground.  The other rainbow heads seemed to have disappeared.  In the entire cold church, only the voice of the old pastor echoed in the air, creating a unique atmosphere.

    The other players were all wiped out as a matter of course.  All the rainbow heads became part of the runes and will and melted into this church.  Not even the wreckage could be found, and together with their equipment, it became an illusory yet real existence.

    But surprisingly, the swordsman didn't feel any sadness or anger.

    Rather, it¡¯s a weird feeling of liberating something.  Finally, he no longer had to put up with those idiots telling him what to do.  If it hadn't been for their blind command, the entire team would have been buried in a mudslide when hunting the two-headed giant at the beginning, and he would not have fallen into this miserable state of robbery.  It was really satisfying to see them all die.

    "But, Mr. Ascetic. I really can't understand why your noble status comes to this place where chickens don't lay eggs and birds don't poop. If you want to go to the Messiah, this place is quite far away.  , there is nothing worthy of your attention.¡±

    "Young man, you are wrong. Everyone comes to a place for a corresponding reason. Even if you are just wandering around, there will be people there.The gods within them guide their direction.  Everything has its own meaning.  Naturally, I have a mission when I come here.  Meeting you is just a part of fate, nothing to be surprised about.  "

    Facing the young man¡¯s insinuation, the old man smiled slightly and said some rambling words to gently bring the topic away.

    "But young man, I would like to ask you instead. What is the reason that makes you appear here with friends who do not share the same interests and do things you don't like? Can you tell me the reason?"

    "This kind of thingah haha, there are many kinds of reasons, all kinds of reasons. After all, it is life."

    "It seems that there are many unexplainable reasons between us."

    Facing the old priest¡¯s question, the swordsman also laughed and waved his hands to look embarrassed.  But the real reason was not revealed by the swordsman players.  But the old pastor was sure there was something wrong with it.  Otherwise, which player would be so insane that he goes to the church and boxing with the pastor?  But since he didn't want to say it, the old pastor didn't pursue it.  This was revealed.

    "In that case, I will take the first step. Young man. I hope that the glory of mankind will always accompany you on your path."

    The old priest had a smile on his face, and countless golden runes floated out of his body, gradually wrapping him up.  The entire church is also like a product of illusion, gradually becoming transparent from a thick feeling, and gradually dissolving in space like dry ice that is gradually sublimating.

    That was another kind of shock different from the golden paradise at the beginning.  Just like being in a dream, you can watch the structure of the church gradually turn into transparent colors, and you can even see the colorful starry sky outside along the monotonous structural curve.  As the runes on the old priest's body became more and more intense, the entire church became more and more transparent, looking like a structure daubed randomly with watercolor pens.

    Soon, those structures gradually melted away, leaving only some pale white lines and curves dotting the space like wreckage.  The howling cold wind blew across the swordsman's face, bringing a strange, alien-like feeling.

    "I hope the siege net can trap that devil and restore peace to the world."

    "Eh?"

    Like an illusion, at the moment when the runes completely enveloped the old man, the young swordsman seemed to hear someone whispering in a low voice.  But when he turned his head, he saw that the old priest was nowhere to be seen in the world.  Only a dead tree swayed in the night sky.  The owl above stared blankly at the swordsman standing on the ground with its round eyes.  In its mind, it may never be able to imagine what wonderful things happened in this place just a few minutes ago.  It will never know why the church disappeared out of thin air.  It only knows that everything has disappeared and only the swordsman is left.

    PS: The third update is here~

    PS2: Please comment, please vote for the protagonist as a villain, and please evaluate the plot~
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