Corrupted Faith?
Oh... that explained it.
No wonder there were Corrupted Crocodiles deep in the Swamp. That abandoned village had once been a nest of Morgul's followers.
Even the corrupted knowledge encountered by the riverside tribe might have originated there.
They just did not know why the believers had fled in such haste, leaving behind only these two sheepskins that recorded their secrets.
Yano carefully spread the translated letters flat before Chen Yu, his voice carrying a trace of gravity.
"Your Majesty, before I came, I specifically consulted a priest from the Sun Church. He told me that Corrupted Faith—that is, faith in Morgul—once flourished throughout the kingdom."
"Unlike other lofty gods whose responses are distant and faint, Morgul is generous to a dangerous degree. He almost never refuses the calls of those who pray to him. Power is there for the taking."
Yano paused, seeming to organize his thoughts. "At first, this power of chaos was a weapon for the weak in the kingdom. Down-and-out wanderers used it to collect blood debts, while the oppressed used it to kindle the flames of revenge."
"At that time, the power of chaos and the Blood-Dripping Blade, which symbolized oaths, were the most distinctive marks of Corrupted Believers."
"But later, some Grey Mages came into contact with Corrupted Faith and used the power of chaos to collude with demons from hell, bringing an unimaginable bloody doomsday upon the kingdom."
"After the holy knights of the Church of the Sun drove the demons out of the kingdom and into the Miasma Mountains, Corrupted Faith faded with them. It could only occasionally be seen in the Gray Zone or along the kingdom's fringes."
"This power itself is neither good nor evil. It all depends on the heart of the one who wields it." Count