The Prologue Church

Chapter 194 The Prologue Church

"It's all over." The Creator looked at everything with cold eyes, it seemed he had overestimated the strength of the legion.

Plassen's army is not invincible; the strength of the monsters that have been hiding in the forest for many years is enough to crush any uninvited guest who comes here.

This is exactly what the Creator wanted to see: first, establish a solid defense, then gradually expand one's power, and eventually take over the entire kingdom—it's only a matter of time!

The entire situation of the legion has now completely collapsed, with only a last group of exhausted soldiers still holding on.

Lake saw Roth being entangled by several strange tree spirits, completely turned into a puppet, frozen there forever.

He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for his actions. If he hadn't chosen to attack the manor castle, would the outcome have been different...?

But what's done is done, and he has no other choice but to fight to the very end, no matter what!

An adventurer of Barton's caliber should not have survived this long, but thanks to the intentional or unintentional protection of Loran, a bloodthirsty individual, he has managed to stay alive.

Every time he was on the verge of death, an arrow would appear and save him from danger.

Even so, with his superior strength on display, Patton still couldn't escape the fate of being seriously injured.

Barton moved closer to Loran and, with his last remaining strength, said, "Garen, you're the one with the best chance of survival here. If you do survive, please tell my parents..."

"I died for Rockfall Town. I fought alongside the Knights of the Order, and I want them to live well..."

Loran remained silent upon hearing this. In truth, he himself was unsure whether he would survive. All he could do was hunt monsters even more relentlessly.

As he hunted monsters, Loran's consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and his mind began to flash back to various memories and experiences from his time in the present.

The various scenes and memories were very blurry, and in a daze, he was somewhat confused about the meaning of everything he was doing.

No matter how much he does, he is ultimately not a person here.

That was all he could think about. He only felt an incredibly cold sensation surge into his abdomen; it was an icy claw that pierced through his chest.

"Oh... has flesh and blood ultimately returned to its essence?" The sigh of the Eye of Flesh and Blood echoed in Loran's mind, filled with regret and sorrow.

"Garen!" Lake was stunned when he saw Loran's chest pierced through. He wanted to do something, but he couldn't do anything...

"Die!" Lake roared, unleashing the last of his power and releasing a terrifying holy light.

Upon contact with this holy light, which was imbued with extreme rage, the nearby monsters instantly burst into flames.

But after that, Lake had no means of resistance.

"The enemy has been completely wiped out. As per your request, a few survivors have been spared. Please take a look," a dirty, ugly fishman reported.

The Creator nodded in satisfaction, "Alright, I'll go take a look."

Before leaving, the Creator looked at the devastated battlefield not far ahead, where countless lives had been lost, but he didn't care at all; achieving his goal was the most important thing.

"We are pressed for time. If this legion does not return, the Plassen side may send an even more powerful support force, or even a kingdom-level army."

"We need to rapidly expand our power during this period. Do you know any other monster tribes around here? Go and win them over; I'm sure they won't refuse me."

The goblin shaman beside him replied earnestly, "Of course, no one can refuse your abilities, except for you, sir, my eyes..."

"I know, I haven't forgotten." The Creator smiled slightly.

Soon, the Creator arrived in the dungeon and ordered the monsters to capture several people alive, including Mark, Lake, and Roth, whose body was hardened.

The big, thick-skinned dog has disappeared, but that doesn't matter anymore.

The dungeon was quiet, and the group was imprisoned separately. The Creator did not look at Marklek and the others, but turned and entered Loran's room.

At this moment, Loran was bound to the cross, and the blood on his chest gradually congealed.

With the blessing of the Eye of Flesh and Blood, Loran's ability to heal himself is also extremely terrifying. Even with such a large tear in his chest, he has recovered to about 70-80% of his original state.

Loran looked at the creator before him, his heart unmoved.

He did not regret helping the Lake Legion. From the very beginning of his journey, he had been worried about this and that, and he was very cautious in all his actions.

Now that he has made a reckless choice that may even cost him his life, Loran feels it was all worthwhile; at least he tried.

He also relieved a lot of pressure on the legion. If the monster hordes they faced had been weaker or smaller, they might have actually succeeded.

"Hello, you look very special, even somewhat similar to me." The Creator removed his outer garments, revealing his twisted and chaotic body.

His body was covered with countless monstrous and bizarre stitches, making him look utterly terrifying.

"You seem to embody many different elements of this world, but you are still you. You and I are no different. We... are not enemies."

After the Creator finished speaking, the restraints on Loran were released, and Loran was put down.

Loran, who had been put down, was filled with confusion. He did not understand what the Creator's intention was.

"What's going on?" Loran had already prepared himself to die, but he was confused by what he was seeing.

"I told you, we are not enemies," the Creator said calmly.

Loran narrowed his eyes. "I'm from Rockfall. You destroyed my homeland, and now you say you're not my enemy? Don't you find that ridiculous?"

The Creator grinned. "Are you sure you're from Rockfall Town? I think that's a bit one-sided. Don't worry, the curse of flesh and blood on you won't have any effect here."

"Those are all low-level methods of this world, in my opinion. They are just tools, and it is a great pity that you have been used by them."

The more Loran listened to the Creator's words, the more uncertain he felt. He thought of what he had learned from Thompson in Rockfall long ago.

The ancient and mysterious Church of the Pre-Order... Now, only Loran knows his own identity; he is a time traveler, but the reason for his time travel is unknown.

Whether it was Elfin we encountered along the way, or the Creator before us now, they all seem to have said that we are not enemies.

Clearly, Loran's status as a native of Rockfall Town is not a reason for the Creator to say such things. So what other reason could there be? Everything is obvious.

Loran uttered the name of the church: "The Pre-Prologue Church?"

Upon hearing Loran utter those four words, the Creator couldn't help but show a look of surprise. "Oh, I knew I wasn't mistaken, it's the Church of the Prelude!"

Loran frowned. "But I didn't know about the existence of the Church of the Pre-Order at first. I just heard about this organization by chance."

"Of course, no soul that appears out of thin air will understand from the beginning that it is merely a product of the Pre-Church. They usually see it as an opportunity, a chance, and that includes me."

"But as time goes by, you'll naturally learn about the Pre-Oriented Church from various things you see and hear, and then you'll begin to doubt yourself... Ultimately, you'll confirm your inner thoughts that we are merely products of the Pre-Oriented Church..."

things. "

This was the first time Loran had heard anyone discuss the Pre-Church in this way, and he was somewhat overwhelmed by the amount of information.

"So, I was sent by the Church of the Order?" Loran pondered for a long time before finally coming to this conclusion.

The Creator nodded with great satisfaction. "Yes, that's right. To be precise, you weren't specifically brought here; rather, your existence is like an accident."

"The rituals of the Pre-Advent Church have been lost for many years, but as far as I know, the Pre-Advent Church cannot control specific advent rituals, meaning they cannot bring a specific being down."

"Therefore, this process is entirely random, and our arrival was an accident."

After learning more about it, Loran understood the reason behind it: the Church of the Order was holding a ceremony when the event happened to randomly happen to befall him.

"But how did you know that I was summoned by the Church of the Pre-Order?" Loran asked another question that surprised him.

The Creator chuckled. "The principle behind this is somewhat complex, and I cannot go into details. I learned it from some ancient texts of the Church of the Pre-Beginning. You can guess the general idea. I was just testing you, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"Is that why you didn't kill me?" Loran asked curiously.

The Creator shook his head. "No, of course not, because keeping you is in my best interest."

Why do you say that?

The Creator sighed. "Because we are destined to be marginalized throughout our lives, our current situation is very unfavorable."

"According to the information I have gathered, the Kingdom has a very tough stance on the Presbyterian Church, and we outcasts will be purged by the Kingdom sooner or later."

"Our current safety is only because the Presbyterian Church has been stagnant for so many years that people don't know much about it."

"But when more and more signs of the resurgence of the Advent Church appear, that will be our most dangerous time. We will be settled one by one and eventually disappear from this world."

"Otherwise, why do you think I would go to such lengths to anger Plasson? This is my only bargaining chip to turn things around," the Creator said through gritted teeth.

Changing the subject, the Creator replied, "Therefore, your existence is absolutely necessary. In a sense, we are allies on the same front. There is no benefit for me in killing you."

"And I can also see that you are not weak. It's just that you appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time. I can see your potential. You shouldn't have fallen here."

Loran frowned upon hearing this, surprised that the Creator was considering such a profound question.

If Loran were to consider this from the perspective of the Creator, then such an idea would be perfectly valid, even entirely correct.

What about the Alfin we encountered before?

Although Loran did not verify the methods of the members of the Order of the Church, judging from his frequent contact with Elfin, the probability that this guy is the one who descended from the Order of the Church is very high.

"So, by creating this commotion, has the kingdom already learned about the matter concerning the Church of the Order?"

The Creator shrugged. "It shouldn't be that quick to know. You overestimate those high-ranking nobles. If something is possible, they will only deny its possibility."

"In their eyes, what is happening here is nothing more than a major riot by an evil god organization. As long as they send out an even stronger force to deal with the situation, everything will be fine."

"I have plenty of things to take care of, and you can choose to join me or leave. I don't care about you helping the legion attack me. You can leave."

Loran took a deep breath and finally walked out of the prison. He only paused briefly as he passed Lake and Mark's rooms, without lingering for long.

Walking down the castle's long corridor, he felt an endless sense of disorientation, and at that moment he fully realized his own identity.

He was brought into this world through the rituals of the Pre-Church.

He had tried to find out his origins through various clues, but now that everything was clear, Loran was somewhat at a loss.

He suddenly turned around and went back to the dungeon, where he saw the creator.

The creator is interrogating Lake, and he is performing some kind of... strange ritual.

His hands moved the silk threads incessantly, as if he were sewing a part of a monster onto Lake, looking extremely focused.

The Creator seemed completely unaware of Loran's appearance.

Loran clenched his fists. This was undoubtedly a golden opportunity. The Creator, whom the Legion had gone to great lengths to kill, was now right before him, and he even had the chance to kill this villain.

Now that he has such an opportunity, should he launch a sneak attack on the Creator?

But if the sneak attack succeeds, the Presbyterian Church will be one less person to draw his attention. Besides, if the Creator hadn't released him, he wouldn't have had this opportunity...

From a personal perspective, the Creator did not actually have any ill intentions towards him.

However, their positions remained different.

Loran recalled what happened in Rockfall Town, what happened in Clamshell Town, and why he had ended up in this state.

If it weren't for the appearance of the Creator, he could have developed peacefully in Rockfall Town, and Instructor Lena wouldn't still be missing...

He and his adventurer party nearly died in the monster tides every time.

Loran gritted her teeth. Since everything she did was wrong, she might as well keep making the same mistakes!

In the recent great battle, he had witnessed the death of countless creatures, which boosted his Death Shadow talent.

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