I'm such an old god, so sorry

Going around the fence, Oudekhter approached the gate enclosed by the wooden planks, raised his hand and knocked.

After a while, a vigilant question came from behind the door:

"Who?! Is it the pastor?"

"It's me, Old Hutt."

The dark-haired priest replied.

Hearing Oudekhter's voice, a low cheer came from behind the door, and then the dilapidated door opened, and Oudekhter was greeted by a group of villagers holding pitchforks.

"Pastor, have you found the medicine? My child, is my child still saved?!"

One of them, a middle-aged man with a shaggy, sad look in his eyes grabbed Oudekhter's arm.

"Well, don't worry."

Oudehert took the potion from his arms and squeezed a positive smile on his face. In fact, if you look closely, the priest is not very old, or even the villagers around him.

Because Oudehert graduated from the church college, it has only been eight years since he was assigned to preach the pastor in this rural village.

Walking quickly to the inner hall, the space in the church is not large. The benches in the hall are full of ragged villagers, leaning against each other, their empty eyes revealing panic and despair.

Only when they saw Old Hutt, the villagers' eyes became a little bit bright, and they used weak physical strength to greet the priest.

Oudehert walked through the crowd with a forced smile, and then entered the basement, lying in a coma on the few remaining beds.

Oudehert came to the bed of a little boy, rolled up his sleeves, and treated him with a bottle of medicine and bandage pliers.

The boy's father also followed Oudecht to the basement, but he did not dare to come close, but stood far away with the lamp, for fear of disturbing the priest's work.

It wasn't until he was tired and sweating that Oudekhter treated the wound more perfectly.

"Fortunately, your pastor."

The man immediately stepped forward and said gratefully.

"It's nothing."

With a gentle smile, Oudehert was very thankful that he had learned some surgical knowledge and was able to deal with some uncomplicated injuries without healing magic.

As for why he didn't need a more convenient and efficient healing magic technique, it was because he could no longer use the magic technique.

No priest or paladin can drive the veins to use even the simplest light technique.

The reason is very simple. Their beliefs and gods have fallen, and the magic vein system rooted in gods has also collapsed.

If it hadn't been for Oudecht to have also cultivated a warrior vein, I am afraid that even the weak variants wandering in the countryside would not be able to solve it, and this small shelter would never be established.

At the moment when the faith was broken, Odekhter was of course quite desperate, but this strong young priest did not collapse because of this. Instead, he tried to cheer himself up, gather the people together, and personally take the priest’s scripture and mace to encourage With the frightened people, sweep away the mutant monsters around.

Leaving the basement, Oudekhter began to arrange refugees.

"My pastor, there is only enough food in the warehouse for a month."

"...Control the distribution of rations. I still have some crop seeds that were catalyzed by the druids. The growth cycle is only two weeks. Find some people to plant them in the fields behind the church. They should be able to sustain them. Over."

"My pastor, the well in the courtyard of the Holy See has dried up."

"...Don't let people drink the river water. I will take people to find a clean water source in a few days. During this time, I will use the clean water in the warehouse first. You don't need to save money. Those who need to clean the boiling water cannot stop. At this time, the more we must prevent the risk of disease."

"My Pastor..."

Oudehert responded to people's questions one by one, and his confident attitude infected many desperate people.

"My Pastor, can we... be saved?"

A little girl in a dirty dress looked at Oudekhter with big watery eyes.

The pastor was taken aback, then gently touched the little girl's head and placed a church talisman in the palm of the other's hand.

"Of course, the gods will shelter us. As long as we pray religiously, the Lord will definitely save His people."

Oudecht said to the left and right: "Come, before supper, pray to the gods, the Lord will hear our voices, and soon everything will be better."

Under the leadership of the priest, the villagers in the hall gathered together and prayed devoutly to the deity in the front. The numb eyes were gradually occupied by an emotion called hope.

At the end of the dinner time, Oudekhter took advantage of the sun to not completely disappear, took a circle outside the church, adjusted the runes that set up the sacred protection-he knew it was meaningless, but the refugees wanted to see Ode By doing this, Hutt, as long as the mutant does not invade the church, he can deceive himself into thinking that the sacred protection is still in effect.

It wasn't until midnight that Oldhut returned to his room. In a private space where no one was watching, the young priest sat on the ground.

"Ha...Ha...Ha...Ah..."

The choking sound came out from the darkness. At this time, Odekhter removed all his disguise. Unlike the fools who do not know the truth outside, Odekhter knew that they were in a desperate situation. The dead gods would not Save them.

"Damn, why do we encounter such a thing!"

Oddhurt hit the bed with a fist, and roared in his throat: "Obviously I just want to be a good pastor, why...it doesn't make sense, the Lord left me, even what happened? do not know anything!"

The priest is more desperate than anyone outside, because as a professional, he knows how terrifying and unimaginable the power that can destroy the gods instantly.

The entire kingdom...or the entire Melomo continent turned into hell in an instant, with terror raging, flesh and blood parasites, and aberrations rampant...everything, desperate in endless whispers.

Even the gods can't resist the disaster, what a mortal Oddhert can do, but to shelter the survivors in a radius of a few miles, let them linger for a while.

But Oudekhter's ability to maintain this refuge means that he has not completely given up.

There is at least one thing he can do as a pastor.

That is prayer.

Perhaps the gods of the Merlomo Continent have fallen, but the main plane can be called a "god", and the existence of receiving faith is not limited to the third-rate faith spirits of the Merlomo Continent.

"God? Devil? No matter who is good, save us... Oudehert offers everything he has, faith? Soul? Flesh and blood? As long as it can save the world, even one more is fine, I will do everything. Willing to do, I can give up all of my...So, the great God...If there is really a God who can resist that horror, please hear my humble begging, please have mercy, please You are compassionate...Don't let sadness and despair be the end of people, please..."

Chapter 3 No Prayer

Prayer can only be done in the dark. It is more like venting his emotions than to pray.

The priest knows that opposite the endless sea, there are the strongest order gods at the moment, but no matter how strong his will, no matter how deep his thoughts are, he will not be able to cross the endless sea to reach the continent of Ainfal. It seems impossible to seek help from the righteous gods. .

If it hadn’t been for Oddhurt that he didn’t know the rituals and spells for summoning demons, he would have done so early to have him betray his soul to the abyss.

At least the devil is far less horrible than this disaster. As a priesthood priest, Oldhut knows that the devil is not as chaotic and ignorant as in the propaganda. On the contrary, the abyss is also a plane with extremely high civilization. The invasion of the devil brings nothing but killing. There are also slavery and assimilation. To be honest, if you choose between the invasion of the devil and the invasion of blue blood, most people will choose the former, at least the devil will not drive out the alien race.

When the first ray of sunlight emerged from the horizon in the morning, Oudekhter came out of the bathroom, and there was no way he cried all night.