Undercurrents

Eugene's sudden action startled Tors somewhat, but his firmness also ended Tors's confusion of the past half-day. As if he had found his anchor, he said:

"But Priest Eugene ... those people are quite powerful and numerous. The guards and priests alone may not be a match for them."

This is also the key to Tors's confusion. Not only is the enemy overwhelming in terms of strength, but they also cannot defeat them in a direct confrontation, especially now that the High Priest have all disappeared.

But a smile flickered across Eugene's calm face as he said:

"Who says our strength is only the guards and priests? Aren't there also the civilians?"

Every month, the Monsa City bestows Divine Water upon those who perform exceptionally well, leading to a continuous increase in the number of people drinking the Divine Water.

However, in the past ten years, the number of priests has not increased by a single person, not only because the High Priest has purged those who met the standards.

Furthermore, the priesthood, due to the scarcity of their position, has been preventing new people from becoming priests. Over the past decade, many commoners have performed great deeds but have yet to receive the opportunity to become priests.

If it weren't for the High Priest ' insistence on distributing the Divine Water according to God's will, these priests would have long ago made the Divine Water a monopoly of their priestly families.

Even so, the priests still controlled the appointment and dismissal of personnel in many positions, such as the guards.

Nowadays, almost everyone in the guards has some blood relation to these priests. If you don't have this relationship, you can forget about joining the guards and can only obediently go to farm and clear out small Magic Creature.

Of course, if your strength reaches the level of Luka, the captain of the guard, they would have no choice but to grit their teeth and recruit you into the guard, but how many people truly possess that level of skill?

This resulted in a large number of people who drank the Divine Water having to return to their fields to farm or engage in commercial activities.

At this moment, Eugene thought of the common people who had been ostracized by them, who, because they had no background, did not receive any corresponding positions after drinking the Divine Water.

When the guards had lost more than half their number and almost all the priests were wounded, he knew that he had to rely on the strength of the common people.

The other side was just a group of 'people punished by God'. Not to mention the priesthood represented by Eugene, even the common people might not respect them.

"Don't think that just because you've conquered this place, you'll become the master of Monsa City..."

He muttered to himself, thinking how wonderful it would be if the three High Priest High Priest were still alive. If they were still here, these people wouldn't dare to act so recklessly.

He already knew that the High Priest and the High Priest of Rune had disappeared long ago, but what about the High Priest of Angmar?

He guessed that they had disappeared without a trace, otherwise, given the power of the High Priest of Angmar, how could he have allowed these lowly people to conquer the Divine Temple?

Eugene stroked his cane carefully, a fire already burning in his heart. The last time he was this excited was sixteen years ago, when he was only forty-five.

Just as Fran finished arranging things and was about to come out to check on how the ' Half-Dragon ' were doing, she heard the sounds of a fierce conflict.

"You monsters, neither human nor Magic Creature, do you even deserve to be in this hall!"

"Get out of the Divine Temple, you monsters!"

Fran looked over and saw several of her Half-Dragon confronting more than twenty people.

Judging from their clothes, they were neither priests nor guards, but just some commoners.

Fran scratched her head. Hadn't she ordered her men to bring up all the civilians? She was planning to 'reform' these residents when the sun went down.

Fran glanced around; there were some priests' servants watching nearby. She frowned and walked straight over.

Xavier is a civilian who is hurling insults at these ' Half-Dragon '.

He knew the details of what happened at the Divine Temple long ago: a group of 'punished by God' claimed to have received God's forgiveness, drank the Divine Water, stormed into the Divine Temple, and killed a large number of guards and priests.

This bloody incident was so horrific that many residents were terrified and hid inside their houses, refusing to come out.

When Half-Dragon with blood still on his hands came to his door to tell the residents to come to the Divine Temple square to hear the orders issued by the divine messenger, others avoided him like the plague, but he readily agreed.

He learned the details of the matter from a priest's servant, and after a simple analysis, he discovered that although these ' Half-Dragon ' were powerful, they were not insurmountable.

Their physical attributes were only slightly better than those who had drunk the Divine Water, although the various Magic Creature limbs made each of them more powerful than those who had drunk the Divine Water.

However, the number of people was only so-so; according to the priest's servant, there were probably around a hundred.

This number is far less than the number of humans who have drunk the Divine Water.

Of the ordinary people he encountered in his daily life alone, no fewer than two hundred had drunk the Divine Water, not to mention the ordinary people working throughout Monsa.

After quickly grasping the situation, his ambition swelled rapidly. Ever since he drank the Divine Water, he had never stopped envying the lives of the priests.

You don't need to work; you just need to pray to Deity every day in a proper manner, and you can have a good living environment and servants to serve you.

This was an opportunity, and it was his first thought after learning the details.

So he quickly rallied his relatives and friends, and before evening he had gathered a group of more than twenty people. He came up here, determined to seize this opportunity to compete.

He didn't try to keep a low profile from the moment he arrived; he immediately clashed with the other party. In his mind, with so many of me, what am I afraid of?

Moreover, it wasn't just the people behind him; their family and friends were also a source of support for him this time.

With this combined strength, he will surely be able to seize some power from the divine messenger who summoned them.

Just as a real physical conflict was about to erupt, he saw a person wearing a strange robe walk over.

As soon as Fran approached, the ' Half-Dragon ' who were about to raise their claws immediately lowered them and turned to greet her.

"What happened?"

"Those people are deliberately stirring up trouble," one of the ' Half-Dragon ' replied.

Fran turned to Xavier and asked:

"You're the ones who started this trouble."

"We didn't...we were just asking if killing so many people was inappropriate?" Xavier smiled, his eyes fixed on Fran.

He had heard that the divine messenger always wore a grayish-yellow robe, instead of the garment before him that was decorated with many patterns and had some white Block.

"Dressed like that, is she a confidante of that divine messenger?" While he was still guessing Fran's identity, he suddenly felt his perspective drop and the world begin to flip.

Finally, my gaze fell to the ground, at a 90-degree angle to it.

"What happened?" That was his last thought, and opening his eyes wide to see what was happening was his last action in life.