Chapter 3509 Purpose

Rumors spread at an astonishing speed. Almost overnight, more than 80% of adventurers had heard at least one rumor.

In contrast, the atmosphere of uneasiness and fear gradually weakened as the rumors spread.

Even early the next morning, many adventurers went out to buy breakfast and exchange rumors they knew about each other.

In the Apostle's Mansion, Prodigy Prey smiled and patted me on the shoulder, thanking me for coming.

I was very puzzled by this. I had not contributed anything, and I had not made any outstanding contributions. What was he thanking me for?

Prey told me that although I seemed to have done nothing, I had made a great contribution to the army invisibly.

I was even more puzzled and couldn't help but ask: "Apart from being used as a talking point, I don't seem to have made any contribution, right?"

Prey told me with a serious face that being able to become a talking point during the war was his greatest contribution.

Later, he invited me to a party with a serious look on his face.

When I opened the door to the party room, I was stunned.

What appeared in front of me were many familiar faces - the second apostle, Weeping Eyes Held, the fourth apostle, Casillas the Conqueror, the tenth apostle, Saint Michael, Eleven Apostles, God of Chaos, Ozma.

It can be said that except for the first apostle, everyone gathered.

My eyelids twitched, and I grinned under the apostles' powerful gazes, forced out a smile, and said, "Good morning, everyone."

"Isn't this the highest authority sent from above to assist us?" the Eleventh Apostle, the God of Chaos, Ozma, joked.

Ozma's purple-gray but sharp-edged face, while teasing, did not forget to reveal a smile of unknown meaning.

"Don't try to confuse him, Ozma!" The tenth apostle, Saint Michael, sitting next to him, stared at Ozma with undisguised disgust in his green pupils. of light.

"Don't look at me like that, Michelle." Ozma curled her lips disdainfully and said, "You are not nobler than me, and you should also know very well why I became the God of Chaos. You don't claim to be great. Is the priest of light a symbol of saving good people and punishing evil people? But you clearly know my experience, but you still protect my dirty and depraved enemies. You dare to say that you must be standing. From a bright and noble standpoint?”

"Put away your seductive words, Ozma. Your blood curse destroys the trust between people, and your believers 'pretenders' are the culprits that endanger world peace!" Michelle said this When he spoke, his voice was ethereal and sacred, like a god.

"It's not the blood curse, the pretenders, or me that endangers the world, but the fallen nobles, the decadent system, and the chaotic kingdom!" Ozma's voice also became hollow and strange in an instant, seeming to be full of Allure.

"enough!"

A voice obviously carrying a huge amount of magic power swayed through the room, instantly drowning out the voices of Michelle and Ozma.

The second apostle, Crying Eyes Held, had a plain expression, and the exposed beautiful eye flashed with a light that was not sharp: "This is not the Zephyr Continent, and your grudges have been known to each other hundreds of millions of years ago. Now, As the top rulers of the demon world, when facing alien invaders, you must unite as one and shoulder the responsibilities that rulers should bear, instead of bickering with each other for your beliefs."

Although Michelle and Ozma still looked unconvinced, they fell silent.

"Let me introduce you." Prey led me to the table, gestured for me to sit down, and said in a deep voice: "This is the strong man from Hefeng Continent, An Xiaoyi."

"Zefeng Continent!" Michelle and Ozma widened their eyes at the same time.

What shines in Michelle's eyes is the light of nostalgia, but what shines in Ozma's eyes is a complex light of conspiracy.

"What's going on in Zephyr Continent today?" Michelle couldn't wait to ask: "Has peace been achieved? Harmony has been achieved? Or is there still constant war?"

"Humph" aside, Ozma snorted coldly and said with a smile: "Your question is simply childish. When will the Zephyr Continent truly have peace? Let alone harmony. Instead of caring about that, it is better to ask him about the Church of the Priests. thing."

Michelle's eyes flashed sharply and she stabbed Ozma, who shrugged indifferently.

"The Zephyr Continent is not bad. It has always been good. But because of a trivial matter, a national war broke out. The fighting was quite fierce, but it probably won't take long for the war to cease."

"Is it because there is a mediator?" Michelle asked. Judging from his eager eyes, he probably couldn't wait for me to answer this question. It would be better if he could say the words "Church of the Priests".

After a moment of silence, I shook my head and said: "How can there be any mediator? The reason why the national war can ignite is not because of the struggle for power between each other. When the casualties are too large and the country's foundation is involved, they will automatically Stopped."

After thinking about it, I added: "As for the Church of the Priests, I'm sorry, I have never heard of an organization with this name."

Michelle was stunned for a moment, with a shocked expression on her face.

After a long time, he sighed complicatedly and sat back in his seat in frustration.

On the side, Ozma sneered: "Do you still think that the current Zephyr Continent is still the same as when you were here? Stop dreaming. You should understand the proverb that tea cools when people leave. Maybe you just left, the priest Why is the church just disbanding?"

Seeing Michelle's increasingly gloomy expression, Ozma laughed, turned to look at me, and asked: "Where is the Pretender Organization? You must have heard of this, right?"

"The Pretender Organization." I frowned and thought for a while, then shook my head again: "Sorry, I haven't heard of it either."

"How is that possible!" Ozma had a weird expression, but it was obvious that disbelief and surprise accounted for most of this weird expression.

"Nothing is impossible, Ozma." Michelle's expression gradually brightened, and she snorted coldly: "Maybe the Pretender Organization will be disbanded as soon as you leave?"

"This is impossible!" Ozma's face was gloomy and he murmured: "The curse of blood exists based on the lack of trust between people. It is impossible for all humans in the entire Zephyr Continent to trust each other absolutely!"

Seeing Ozma's gloomy expression, Michelle snorted and said nothing.

Not far away, Held spoke again and said, "Let's stop the irrelevant chat here. An Xiaoyi, tell us the purpose of your trip."

"Help you fight the alien invaders" I said.

"Tell me your true purpose." Held looked directly at me with emotionless eyes and said calmly: "There is no free lunch in this world. You have no connection with the devil world. Unless it is profitable, how can you personally Come to break into this dragon's pond and tiger's den?"