Priest Borat, with a bruised nose and swollen face, sat leaning against the corner of the wall, looking very depressed. Although Xiao Chen used magic to dispel the red mist on his body, he was still very tired, and it seemed that he had not closed his eyes for several days and nights. The other surviving priests and temple guards were even worse. Their spirits were ravaged by the red fog, and their consciousness had not yet fully recovered. They sat on the ground stupidly, motionless.
Xiao Chen and others have cleared the entire temple and treated the uninjured warriors. Several of the dying Marines have become Xiao Chen and Luo Ling’s new spirit servants, while the relatively complete temple guards’ souls were secretly brought into the “Spirit Gathering List” by Grade.
Xiao Chen asked Babic to lead the team to guard the door of the temple and temporarily block the temple. He still had some questions to ask the Priest Borat.
He brought Ansaldo to Borat, and Ansaldo squatted in front of him and asked, “What the hell is going on? How did this red demon drive you crazy?”
Thinking of the red fog, the folds on Borat’s face wrinkled together: “I first sent several of the priests from the Tower of China to the high priests, and then returned to the yard to accompany you for a while, before returning to the temple. At that time, I felt something was wrong because there was a strange and depressing atmosphere in the temple. There was also a breath that I was a little familiar with but could not tell the source. I usually could feel it, but it was very light. But today it increased many times. I tried to find the source of this breath, and then I saw a red mist floating from the depths of the temple. I saw that the mist would entangle people and make people crazy. So I called a few priests and used shields to find the source of the red fog, but when I was halfway there, they all went crazy. I didn’t know why I was less affected by the red fog, so I escaped, and later you all saw it.”
Borat looked up at Xiao Chen: “You came out of the innermost part of the temple. Is this red fog related to you?”
Xiao Chen shook his head and said, “Since you have found that the breath of the red fog is a little familiar, you naturally understand in your heart that this thing comes from your forging temple, right? The red fog was brought by your high priest.”
“What? How is this possible? How could the high priest destroy the forging temple?” Borat said.
Xiao Chen said, “Do you remember the red ball in the high priest’s room? There is the source of the red fog.”
Borat said strangely, “That is a spell used to pray to the God of Forging. When the high priest needs to pray to the God of Forging, he will cast that magic. How could an illusion bring such a terrifying thing?”
“There is an existence behind the red ball, and that thing claims to be the God of Forging.”
“This is impossible, the God of Forging, should, should…” Borat jumped up from the ground in panic, like a cat with a trampled tail.
“The God of Forging should not exist, right?”
“No, of course not. However, the God of Forging should be just the faith of our dwarves.” Borat flatly denied.
“I understand what you mean. The God of Forging should be an image of being believed in, but not a specific existence. I guess you are the priest in this temple who least believes in the existence of specific gods. But I am afraid that many of your colleagues still really think that the God of Forging exists, just like the God of Nature, right?” Xiao Chen said.