A Mad Plan

"Not bad! This time, we're going to Tyr's temple!" Adrian said eagerly, paying no attention to Barit's miserable expression.

The majesty of the gods was inviolable. As the most conspicuous representatives of the gods in the mortal world, temples could practically be regarded as impregnable places. On one hand, a temple stored a portion of its believers' faith, and could use that power to turn itself into a fortress in a short time, leaving invading enemies battered and bloodied.

On the other hand, there were the gods themselves. No god would remain indifferent after seeing their temple insulted. Such even-tempered gods had never appeared on the Faerun Continent—unless that god had already fallen.

Otherwise, anyone who violated a temple would face the temple's stubborn resistance and the gods' endless pursuit. Thus, wars between mortals had never spread to temples. No matter how vicious a mortal might be, they had to show the necessary respect before a temple's majesty. Otherwise, they could wait for their souls to be burned by divine fire for hundreds of millions of years! Directly attacking a temple was considered blasphemy. A blasphemer's soul could never enter a divine kingdom, and no divine kingdom would accept such a soul.

So Adrian's proposal could no longer merely be called crazy. It was outright suicidal!

"Are you insane?!" Selina could no longer sit still. If it were ordinary danger, she truly would not mind going crazy with Adrian. After all, abyssal bloodlines naturally yearned for madness. But blasphemy? Heh. Even demons in the Abyss would not dare do such a thing on the Material Plane! Selina had no desire to have her soul howling beneath divine punishment for tens of millions of years!

The others said nothing, but they all clearly felt the same way. Herman in particular