Chapter 923 Trial

Religion and belief are a kind of power born from idealism. They are the feedback of collective consciousness' impact on the world. They are also the highly condensed desire and will of countless intelligent beings.

It can be said that there is no energy in the world that is easier to connect with believers than by spreading faith.

But it has a fatal flaw, that is, it is not pure.

Even the most devout people will inadvertently integrate their subjective consciousness into their beliefs, so those who accept this power will inevitably be contaminated by all kinds of messy thoughts.

If a certain kind of thought accounts for more than half of believers, then the God they believe in will involuntarily change.

As the object of faith and worship of half of the people in Neverwinter City, Zhang Cheng has personally felt this irresistible force.

"Please! Let the plague stop!"

"We need an antidote! A real antidote!"

"My kids need food!"

…

These thoughts during the prayer process echoed in my mind like a magic voice filling my ears.

They are mixed with energy. As long as you accept the other party's beliefs, you must accept these messy spiritual pollutions.

Based on this alone, Zhang Cheng sentenced the gods who rely on spreading faith to obtain power to death.

Because in his eyes, the evolution process of God should be to constantly eliminate impurities and make himself become more and more pure and powerful.

But what about faith?

Although it is easy to obtain energy, it is equivalent to putting shackles on yourself that you can never get rid of. And through the accumulation day after day, these obsessions from mortals will have an incalculable and terrible impact on gods, and even subtle changes. God’s character and ways.

If a life cannot even preserve its own will, what is the difference between him and death?

Just when Zhang Cheng was annoyed by these voices from believers, a trial with neither a judge nor a defender had begun in front of the gate of Neverwinter Castle.

"Asshole! You destroyed the antidote!"

"Death! Sinner!"

"Burn them!"

"Traitors have no right to live!"

…

With thousands of roars and shouts,

The entire city of Neverwinter felt the terrifying power erupting from the people at the bottom.

After all, the people of Faerûn are not the modern people on earth who have been restricted by laws, morals and values ​​for a long time, but a group of lunatics who may turn into thugs at any time.

In fact, looking at the history of all the big cities in Faerûn, it is not difficult to find that almost every city has records of popular riots that overthrew the rulers. There were even some more ferocious riots that directly ended a powerful empire like the Imasca Empire. Ancient magical civilization.

Therefore, no matter how cruel and cruel the ruler is, they dare not underestimate these people who are on the verge of an outbreak.

As the culprits who destroyed the antidote to the plague, Deszel and Vanswijk were hung under a big tree, allowing the angry people to throw stones, urine, and all kinds of filthy things.

You must know that in order to win back the hearts and minds of the people, Lord Nasir sent people to widely spread the threat of the plague in the city, and provided all citizens with a free and permanent antidote.

But now that something like this happened, it was like shooting oneself in the foot.

Not to mention regaining the hearts and minds of the people, even his own safety was seriously threatened.

In order to prevent the people from losing their minds and starting to attack the castle, he had to throw out two poor people as scapegoats. As for whether the deceived Vanswijk was a little innocent, and whether the entire trial process was not in line with the concept of the God of Justice, then That's another story.

In the face of the cruelty and darkness of politics, not even a mere lord, not even the priests and paladins of the Church of Justice dared to interfere.

Although they were filled with reluctance and even had the urge to kill all these mobs, they did not dare to take actual action.

Because that would cause the entire people of Neverwinter to be disgusted and hostile to the God of Justice. In more serious cases, they would rush into the temple and destroy the statues, altars and holy objects enshrined there.

In this way, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Deszell and Vanswijk were beaten alive until they were covered with bruises and dying, and then burned alive on a bonfire. The painful screams from the whole process were enough to give normal people nightmares for a lifetime.

After the two of them were completely turned into charred corpses, the angry people gradually dispersed.

No one noticed that in a dark corner of the street not far away, there was a woman clenching her fists, her nails directly piercing her palms, causing bear-red blood to trickle down her palms.

She was so desperate and angry that she forgot the pain, and her eyes burst out with sparks of hatred.

That's right!

This person is Vanswijk’s nominal fiancée!

Neverwinter's strongest paladin in the past—Erebeth de Timarande!

But now, she doesn't have the paladin's signature divine grace, nor does she have the gentle and noble temperament that she usually looks like, and her whole body exudes strong negative emotions.

Although he has not yet seen the dark blessings obtained by switching to the evil gods, his corruption is irreversible, and it is only a matter of time.

Vanswijk's death made her see through everything!

Including the hypocrisy and weakness of the God of Justice and the church, Lord Nasir's inner compromise with power and dirty governance, and the abominable true face of those who desperately want to protect the people.

There is no justice!

There is no justice!

Some are just simply venting!

Even the victims who once needed protection have become perpetrators in the current chaotic situation!

No one deserves sympathy!

No one needs saving!

What the entire city of Neverwinter needs is a thorough and complete purification!

There is only one way to achieve such purification, and that is killing and death!

Just when Aribes was about to wipe away her tears and bury the burning hatred in her heart, she suddenly noticed that a woman wearing black armor appeared behind her at some point.

In a subconscious reaction, she immediately drew her sword and asked sternly: "Who are you?"

"Anger! Pain! Despair! Hatred! You must be extremely eager to do something now to make this city feel the same pain as you, right?" The woman in black armor asked with emotion.

"So what? This is my own business! You don't need to take care of it!"

"No! You are wrong! What you need now is power! Power enough to launch divine revenge on those bastards! Come on, follow me, I can let you get this power, and I am also willing to give you a chance for revenge. Don’t you just want to chop off Lord Nasir’s head and enjoy the screams he made before he died..."

(I had gastroenteritis yesterday and just came back from the hospital this afternoon. Sorry for not updating)