"Everything that happens next, I will also record it and use all the resources we can mobilize to spread it..."
Demacia said seriously.
For so reason, once he decided to be serious, once he truly imrsed himself into his role, inexplicably, he also felt a sense of nobility and mission.
At this mont, he suddenly felt that he sowhat understood the feelings Cyber had when doing the Frost Elf mission back then.
If only there was background music playing right now.
Looking at the Divine Favored in front of him, receiving satisfactory responses, continuing to preach gently to the prisoners, his whole body seemingly bathed in Holy Light, Demacia couldn’t help but think.
And as soon as the thought occurred, heavy background music slowly began to play in his ears, making Demacia pause slightly.
It was music he had never heard before, still in the elf style but instead of its forr ethereal and soothing quality, it turned solemn and epic...
In the midst of it all, Demacia seed to see a wheel of history rolling continuously forward, driven relentlessly by countless warriors unafraid of sacrifice...
There were players, NPCs, and all sorts of different people.
Demacia beca faintly solemn.
He sighed lightly, scratched his throat, and spat out a storage ring, then took out a Magic Projection Stone from the ring.
Aiming the Magic Projection Stone at Old John, he began to record.
At the sa ti, he also pulled up a blank text docunt in the ga system, naming it "Demacia Diary."
But soon, he thought for a mont, removed the original na, and changed it to "A Spark of Hope"...
...
The conversations and cooperation between Old John and Demacia were not well known to other prisoners and the Dungeon Guard.
After Demacia compensated the players, he disbanded his boss party.
Lately, he didn’t plan on going anywhere else, but instead decided to settle in Dorolia Castle Prison.
More accurately, he stayed by Old John’s side.
He used the Magic Image Stone, system screen recording, and docunts to record the interesting anecdotes of Old John’s preaching in the dungeon, as well as the doctrines and insights he imparted to the prisoners during his sermons.
As an observer, he began to docunt the story of Divine Favored John.
Old John’s understanding of the doctrine of life exceeded Demacia’s expectations.
It could even be said that he considered more than the "Life Scripture" compiler.
Even though he hadn’t been involved with the Life Church for long, his understanding of the Goddess’s doctrine was profound, often drawing analogies that revealed deep anings, sotis even making Demacia himself reflect deeply on certain insights and views expressed by the other party.
At this ti, he also had to admit that being recognized as a Divine Favored by the Goddess really required exceptional talent.
Simultaneously, Demacia also realized that Divine Favored John had the real capability to turn almost all the prisoners and guards in the dungeon into Life believers within such a short ti.
More than once, he saw with his own eyes the other party move those hardened criminals to tears, vowing to nd their ways and embrace the Goddess, becoming devout Life believers.
This even included a guard transferred from outside the dungeon midway, who was a believer of the Eternal Church.
Thus, day by day, as more and more prisoners converted to the Life Church, the believers’ faith grew increasingly devout as seen through Demacia’s [Eye of Faith]...
Until seven days later, the Guard Captain rushed to Old John’s cell, bringing bad news.
"ntor, sothing terrible has happened. We heard that the Eternal Pope has issued a holy edict to put you on trial at the Holy Square in Mania in three days!"
Upon hearing the Dungeon Guard’s words, the entire dungeon exploded in anger, with everyone cursing the Eternal Church incessantly, and the emotional rage spread among the believers.
Yet, Old John remained calm.
He had been waiting for this day for a long ti.
"ntor, I have contacted people above, and we can secretly get you out before then!"
The Guard Captain continued saying to Old John.
"No, there’s no need."
Old John gently shook his head.
"This is a battle I must go through, leaving would an escaping, not to ntion, if I were to leave, who would bear the Eternal Church’s wrath?"
His voice remained gentle as always.
Seeing his steadfast gaze, even without overhearing his conversations with Demacia, the prisoners and guards seed to understand sothing.
Their gazes at Old John were complex, yet amid the complexity, there was admiration, reverence, and sorrow.
"ntor... there are still many people outside who need you to spread hope, you... you cannot fall here."
"Wolf Claw" Charles said solemnly.
Old John rely smiled faintly and said nonchalantly:
"There is only one Divine Favored John, what can he really achieve? But if the story of John could awaken countless people, awaken one John after another, that would truly bring hope and light to this era..."
"The power of one person is ultimately insignificant, but if everyone contributes a little strength, it can converge into a force capable of overturning everything, capable of creating everything..."
"We can create miracles."
After speaking, Old John looked at everyone in the dungeon, solemnly saying:
"Everyone, no matter what you have done before, now that you have accepted the teachings of the Life Church, we are comrades."
"I am just a preacher, but since you could be confined in this infamous prison, each of your abilities must surely be extraordinary."
"I hope that after leaving here, you can rember the beliefs in your heart and strive for the Goddess and a beautiful future..."
"ntor, do you an that we will one day be able to leave this prison that can never be breached?"
Hearing Old John’s words, a prisoner couldn’t help but ask.
Old John smiled slightly:
"Of course, in this world, nothing is forever unbreakable, it’s just that the power is not strong enough."
After finishing, he looked towards the Guard Captain of the dungeon:
"Mr. Guard, I can’t leave, but I want to ask you a favor."
"Please, ntor, go ahead."
The Guard Captain stiffened respectfully.
Old John glanced at Demacia, who was using the Magic Projection Stone to record everything with a complex expression, and continued:
"I hope you can get Lord Demacia out, compared to , he needs to go outside to do more aningful things."
The Guard Captain looked at Demacia, then at Old John with determination, sighed quietly, and nodded:
"I understand, ntor."
...
Demacia eventually left the prison first.
With assistance from the Dungeon Guard, and since he was no more than a minor prisoner without any record in the church, it wasn’t hard for the guards to use so connections to get him out.
Prisoners like him, caught after rushing the City Guard, were nurous over the past six months and weren’t given much attention; no one cared whether there was one more or one less.
As long as he didn’t attract the attention of the Judgent Knights, it was no big deal.
However, after leaving Dorolia Castle Prison, Demacia didn’t go far, instead staying near the large square in the city.
He was waiting.
Waiting for an upcoming confrontation of the Divine Favored.
At the sa ti, the Eternal Church spread the news of the trial of the Life God Favored John, who was preaching in the Human World...
Three days later, the Judgent Knights arrived at Dorolia Castle Prison and took Old John away.
As the largest gathering place in Holy Mania and even on the Segis Continent, the Holy Square, covering more than two million square ters, was filled with a sea of people.
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