Chapter 118 Compassion
High Priest Leming looked at Lanya's hurriedly leaving back.

The negotiations did not go smoothly, and Lannia rejected his request to preach in the former Wind Whispering Kingdom.

But fortunately, she did not completely block all possibilities.

"Prince Morarich will become the lord here. You must talk to him about the affairs here."

This was the answer given by Lannia. It seemed that the plan to use the people of the Wind Whispering Kingdom to hedge against the hatred spreading in the church could not be carried out for the time being.

Without the support of secular forces, it would be difficult for the church to carry out missionary work efficiently. The nobles would have countless ways to obstruct the simplest material transportation and propaganda. In more extreme cases, the nobles would make potential believers work day and night. When a person is extremely tired, they will not have the energy to go to church to pray.

Laming began to pray, but all he heard was meaningless mumbling and the roar hidden in the mumbling.

“We can only speed up the progress on the other side.”

Lei Ming also stood up and left the reception room. Before he could reach an agreement on the missionary issue in the Wind Whisper Kingdom, he had to quickly exhaust the brain capacity of those grassroots crusaders whose brains were already filled with hatred for alien races.

The good news is that these crusaders don't need to take up too much of his energy. With just one order, they will rush to the magical forest and die in the forest. Lemming doesn't even need to prepare body bags and other logistical supplies.

A loud explosion sounded not far behind Lisabel. The Sun God Cult's crusaders had arrived at the outskirts of the forest, and then they began to charge.

Fireballs and pyrotechnics exploded, and they obviously hoped to use fire to deal with these trees. However, the trees cultivated by the elves' ancient technology flashed with the aura of magic, and the flames were strangely extinguished the moment they ignited.

Then, branches shot out from the ground and pierced the bodies of the attackers. With a creepy gurgling sound, the bodies of the attackers shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. When they finally fell, they had become skeletons.

"Has the outer town been captured?"

The Elf High Priest stopped and looked behind him.

"The outlying towns were not attacked."

The bishop at the side simply prayed and, using the gods as a bridge, made a simple contact with the church in the outer town.

They watched from the city wall as the Sun God Cultists attacked the forest.

"Are they crazy? They are just asking for death."

The Elf High Priest looked behind him. He could not see the followers of the Sun God Cult. This reckless charge could only go a few dozen meters into the forest at most.

"Their attack is over this time."

The priests brought new news.

"Maybe, they are indeed a little crazy."

Lysabel recalled the Sun God Cult Crusaders she had met on the road. Their condition was not right. Even for allies like the goblins, they were extremely difficult to deal with. It seemed that they just wanted to provoke the goblins to take action, and then they would be able to fight the goblins without being bound by orders.

"Never mind all that, if they want to die, then let them die."

The high priest decided not to pay attention to these minor issues and took Lysabelle to the mother tree and asked him to start praying.

The group moved forward again, heading deeper into the forest.

Outside, the Sun God Cult's crusaders seemed to have regained some of their sanity after suffering considerable casualties. They began to build a simple camp, waiting for more reinforcements to arrive from the rear.

Some clergymen began their daily prayers, and as they prayed, the sunlight shining on them became stronger, and there seemed to be an unusual dark red tint in the sunlight.

"High Priest." The crusaders in the camp saluted Lei Ming and then returned to their work.

Lemming walked into this small camp. He needed to make sure that all those who were most affected died here. This made him feel anxious. Now it seemed that these crusaders were all normal. They assisted each other in completing their work and shared the specialties they brought with them. As long as they did not involve those foreign races, they looked like simple and resolute warriors.

"Why should the Lord's followers die for those foreigners?"

Lei Ming seemed to hear a series of roars, rubbed his forehead, and began to look for the source of the roars. Soon, he found the source of the roars.

He was a priest who was praying. He was so pious that he didn't notice that Laming was standing behind him.

"We will offer the blood of other races to the Lord."

This is not the official prayer of the Sun God Church. Although the church does not require that formal prayers and structures must be followed when praying, after all, most ordinary believers are not educated enough to remember those things. Most prayers only require reciting the name of the Lord.

However, the prayers of the priest in front of him were a little over the line. The Sun God Cult has always advocated universal love, just like the sun shines on all living beings equally.

"Those alien races who are not worthy of living under the sun..."

As the priest prayed, Laming could vaguely hear roars coming from the small statue in front of him. The priest seemed to be listening carefully, but Laming could not hear any meaningful words from the roars.

"Archbishop Lemming."

The priest suddenly noticed Laming behind him, came out of his prayer state, and gave Laming a church salute.

Laming returned the salute and noticed the unusual excitement on the priest's face.

"I heard the voice of the Lord. I could hear Him telling us that these filthy foreign races will eventually perish."

Laming never stopped praying every day, and these things were never mentioned in his mumbling. Most of the information Laming received during his prayers was about how to rescue others and how to help the weak.

Although recently, this information has become less and less, and most of it is completely indecipherable gibberish.

"Carrisel, are you sure?"

Laming knew the priest in front of him. He was very young, just turned twenty-three years old. Laming personally guided him in his first prayer and made him a formal believer. Afterwards, he studied the teachings of the Sun God Cult under Laming for a whole year.

His faith was firm, and it didn't take him long to become a priest. If it weren't for the Pope's order, he might have become a formal priest next year. But the hatred and fanaticism on his face now made Laming a little unfamiliar.

There was another faint roar, but this roar had no definite source and seemed to be floating aimlessly in the camp.

"kill."

Leiming seemed to hear a word among the roars.

"Continue the attack tomorrow and make those aliens bleed."

The priest heard the order he wanted to hear from Laming.

"Let's deal with those outlying towns first. With a fulcrum, the subsequent attack will be smoother."

Lei Ming didn't know why he gave such an order. This would only slow down the speed at which those crusaders would die.

"Perhaps I have developed a little compassion for these people?"

(End of this chapter)