Attacking the Temple

"Continue"

A golden inscription appeared on the cover of Fran's tattered book, and this time it lingered for a long time.

Fran examined the handwriting closely; it was similar to the one she remembered, so this time it couldn't be a hallucination.

If she wasn't mistaken, this must be a real 'god' giving her instructions.

She was somewhat confused. This god had clung to her since her first journey through the Spirit Realm. What was His reason for seeking her out?

Furthermore, she clearly didn't use any of the god's names, and she didn't even use the only spell He gave her during this Trial. How could that be considered spreading His 'name'?

This was completely unexpected; she had only intended to use a pretext to incite those people to follow her in overthrowing the temple.

Let's continue.

She really couldn't think of a way to handle this situation. She had already incited those people, and even if she didn't want to continue now, they probably wouldn't agree.

Fran is now in a dilemma. Should she throw it away? But all the information she receives from the Spirit Realm is in this book. What if she loses access to the Spirit Realm information if she throws it away?

Furthermore, she doesn't need to worry too much about that 'god' affecting her. Her physical body is in the Material Realm, and the damage she suffers in the Spirit Realm won't return to the Material Realm.

Secondly, the barrier between the Spirit Realm and the Material Realm is not so easy to break. Countless Spirit Realm beings in the Spirit Realm want to enter the Material Realm through these Spirit Realm Traveler.

However, the result is that those who can exert even a slight influence on the Material Realm are considered to be of considerable power, while the vast majority can only watch helplessly as the Spirit Realm Traveler return to the Material Realm.

She gathered her thoughts, turned to look at Velint beside her, and said:

How many of us are there in total?

"There are 87 people now."

Fran raised her head and said in surprise:

"So many! I remember we only converted over fifty people at that speech, didn't we?"

"Yes, didn't you ask for recommendations to join? As long as three people being converted agree and are filled with hatred for those priests, they can receive a reward."

Fran shrugged and explained:

"I didn't expect them to be so eager to invite people in... Let's raid the temple tomorrow at noon then. I was originally planning to capture some people in other areas first, but it seems unnecessary now."

It was the evening of the second day, and they had spent the entire second day searching for suitable people and figuring out how to quickly gather those who would obey their commands.

People from other regions may also dislike those priests who abuse their power, but that's all they feel. They probably wouldn't dare to actually fight those priests with Real Blades and Live Guns and spears.

But it's different here. The people here have reached the pinnacle of hatred for those priests. Give them power, and you can easily incite them.

To be honest, the people here trusted the Divine Water above all else. If she hadn't had this skill in making potions to 'convince' them, perhaps no one would have been willing to follow her.

"So, have you finalized the specific plan?"

Fran needs to distribute Dragon-Transformation Potion here and also needs to discern whether those people genuinely intend to attack the priests, so she's a bit tied up. Therefore, the specific plans have been handed over to Velint.

"Uh... our ' Half-Dragon ' are stronger than the guards because of their additional Dragonkin features, but they are still no match for the stronger targets..."

For example, she felt that these Half-Dragon were indeed inferior to the guard captain Luka and that priest Tors in a one-on-one fight, but...

"If there are four or five people, they can easily put those powerful targets at a disadvantage and then slowly defeat them, so I plan to have them in groups of six."

"One group, search the residential area; two groups, block the passageways and don't give the priests a chance to escape; three groups..."

"The remaining two groups will follow us to capture the heart of Monsa —the Great Divine Temple."

After Fran glanced through it briefly, she nodded and said:

"Let's do it this way then. I estimate we can gather over a hundred people in the end, which should be enough for us to fight off those priests."

Upon hearing this, Velint breathed a sigh of relief and smoothed her tense temples with her hand. If she felt lucky yesterday to be able to team up with such a powerful person, then she was relieved.

So today she felt apprehensive, afraid that she would hold Fran back.

She truly couldn't believe that Fran could concoct hundreds of doses of Dragon-Transformation Potion in such a short time, and even come up with the idea of using the name of Divine Water to lure the residents into helping them fight the priest.

In this regard, it seems that all she can do is try her best to help Fran resolve some minor issues.

When she was writing this battle plan, she racked her brains, fearing that her plan would be rejected outright.

Fran gazed at the hill in the center of Monsa City, one of the few places in Monsa still lit up with light, but the area of light there far exceeded the total area of all the other places combined.

Luka woke up in the midday sun, the dazzling light making it hard to open his eyes, and his body instinctively reached out to block the sunlight.

But the pain and weakness in his arm reminded him that he couldn't do it.

"Cough cough!" He was choked by the metallic taste in his nose and throat and coughed involuntarily.

"You're awake."

Luka turned his head with difficulty and asked with all his might:

"Tors, how are those outsiders?" He coughed twice after saying that.

Tors looked at the man who had been full of energy yesterday, now more seriously injured than himself, and found it somewhat amusing, but he maintained his composure and said with a straight face:

"High Priest Angmar defeated the Attackers and imprisoned them all, preparing to execute them at the festival five days later."

Luka closed his eyes, his body relaxed, ignoring the pain, and whispered:

"That's good... that's good."

He hadn't understood the High Priest of Angmar's order to arrest these outsiders; hadn't they always warmly welcomed previous visitors?

In retrospect, the High Priest of Angmar's order was correct; they deserved special treatment. These outsiders were simply...

"Report! The Divine Temple is under attack!"

A guard crawled in, panting heavily, which puzzled Luka and Tors.

First of all, why did you notify us about those two wounded soldiers? If they really fought, they'd probably be no match for two guards. Secondly...

"Were they two thin, foreigners, both carrying swords?"

Tors asked, knowing that these two weren't among last night's Attackers, and that perhaps they were the ones calling now.

"No... it's... a group of Magic Creature attacked... the Divine Temple!" the guard said emphatically.