203: Camus’ death, a conspiracy of the church!

Above the earth, faint blue light patterns appeared out of thin air, quickly intertwining and outlining a massive Formation covering the entire village!

Om—!

As the Formation activated, the surrounding scenery instantly twisted.

Thick white mist rose from the ground, obscuring everything.

The ghouls that had just crawled out of the ground instantly lost their targets.

“Roar?”

One ghoul stared blankly around; the delicious villagers that had been in its sight a second ago had all disappeared.

Immediately after, a hideous kin just like it was rushing towards it with a wide, blood-filled mouth.

It had no idea that this was merely an illusion created by the Formation.

With a roar, it brandished its sharp claws and tore into its enemy.

For a moment, the entire village became a Shura field for the ghouls.

Under the confusion of the illusion, they mistook their companions for enemies and frantically slaughtered each other.

Claws ripped through rotten flesh, teeth bit through bones, and black blood and minced meat splattered everywhere.

Meanwhile, the villagers discovered with horror that there seemed to be an invisible wall between them and the monsters.

They could clearly see the ghouls roaring madly but felt no threat whatsoever.

“Gun Gun, do you want to stretch your limbs?” Mo Yan looked down at the little one at his feet.

“Gulu!”

Gun Gun could no longer hold back.

The putrid smell emanating from these rotting creatures that crawled out from underground stung its nose.

It rushed into the great mist Formation.

“Gun Gun will protect Mo Yan!” it squeaked in a childish voice.

Seeing this, Bai Lingyue’s mouth twitched, but she did not stop it.

With a thought, the Formation automatically opened a Dao for Gun Gun.

Gun Gun rushed in front of an exceptionally burly ghoul, raised the verdant bamboo stick in its hand, which was disproportionately small for its size, and with all its might, smashed it down fiercely.

“Soaring Sky Strike!”

Om!

At this moment, the small bamboo stick actually erupted with brilliant green light, descending with the force of ten thousand jin!

Bang—!

A dull thud.

The ghoul didn't even have time to let out a scream before it was directly smashed into a blurry pile of flesh by this earth-shattering blow, deeply embedded in the ground.

The surrounding villagers’ eyes nearly popped out.

This... this seemingly harmless little panda, who only knew how to act cute at the adults' feet, was actually so fierce?!

One strike, and it instantly killed such a large monster?

Just then, heavy footsteps came from the outskirts of the village.

“Kill!”

With a furious roar, a steel torrent of three hundred Shield Soldier surged forward through the opening in the Formation!

They shielded all the villagers behind them, isolating the battlefield.

Immediately after, two hundred spear soldiers thrust their long spears through the gaps in the shields; each thrust took the life of a ghoul.

At the very rear, one hundred Archers drew their bows and nocked arrows; arrows rained down, covering the entire battlefield, pinning the ghouls attempting to escape and counterattack one by one to the ground.

This was a complete massacre.

Under the combined annihilation of the Formation, Gun Gun, and six hundred elite soldiers, hundreds of ghouls, without even a ripple, were completely wiped out in just a few minutes.

“No… my army…”

Camus watched his subordinates being slaughtered like melons and vegetables, the eerie green ghost fire in his eyes flickering violently, filled with horror and unwillingness.

He finally realized what kind of existence he had provoked.

He turned to flee.

However, a figure had already appeared behind him like a ghost.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Mo Yan’s voice was calm, yet it made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Camus spun around abruptly, spewing a thick cloud of black corpse Qi, while simultaneously emitting a piercing Soul shriek!

This was his last trump card, enough to instantly brain-dead anyone with an unstable mind.

However, Mo Yan didn't even blink.

His Cultivation of the Taiyi Refinement Technique made him completely immune to such mental attacks.

He ignored the shriek, using his finger as a sword.

An unremarkable sword light flashed and disappeared.

Camus’s movements froze.

His head slowly slid from his neck and rolled to the ground.

The two eerie green ghost fires rapidly extinguished in shock.

The corpse collapsed to the ground.

At the same time, the cold System prompt sounded.

You have successfully purified ‘God-Abandoned Village’, and the Diens Empire remnants’ favorability towards you has increased by +30.

Current relationship: Revered as a God.

You have gained personal points +200.

With Camus’s death and the ghoul army’s annihilation, the mist and gloom shrouding the village slowly dissipated.

Although the sky still held that shattered, pale white moon, the villagers felt that the damp, rotten, despairing aura in the air had vanished.

The enormous rock that had weighed on their hearts for generations was finally lifted.

“Oh, God…”

“Thank you for your salvation!”

All the villagers bowed in the most devout manner towards Mo Yan.

They had been deceived for too long, so much so that when truth and freedom truly arrived, they were at a loss for a moment.

“Everyone, rise.” Mo Yan frowned, “The ground is cold.”

He didn't like the feeling of being knelt to, especially by a large group of people.

The villagers froze for a moment, then, led by a few elders, tremblingly stood up, but still kept their heads down, not daring to look directly at Mo Yan.

Mo Yan’s gaze swept across the crowd, and he asked coldly, “Who is in charge here?”

The villagers looked at each other, and finally, a few elders tremblingly pushed a middle-aged man forward.

That man was Ed; his legs were weak, and he was almost carried to stand steadily, answering tremblingly, “Rep-… Reporting to Milord, the village affairs… are my responsibility.”

“I am not a God.” Mo Yan corrected, “Just call me Mo Yan.”

He went straight to the point: “Tell me everything you know about this village, about Camus, and about the so-called divine punishment.”

Ed dared not defy, and immediately recounted everything he knew in detail.

Their ancestors were remnants of the Diens Empire.

After the Empire’s fall, they fled here, barely surviving.

But at some unknown point, a strange illness began to spread in the village, which was called the divine punishment.

Later, a priest claiming to be from the Light Church, who was Camus, came to the village.

He told the villagers that this curse was brought upon them because their ancestors had angered the Undead Monarch “Wailer” Victor.

And the Light Church was the only existence that could pray to the supreme God for them and alleviate their suffering.

From then on, the Church’s priests became the rulers of the village.

They used the so-called Divine Tear Grass as their sole food source, and cursed well water to deepen the villagers’ fear, tightly controlling everyone in their grasp.

Camus was already the third priest.

“Light Church…” Mo Yan stroked his chin.

From the instance faction selection, the [Righteous Path] faction’s mission was to “save the last remnants of the Diens Empire and expel evil,” which indicated that the so-called Light Church was definitely not a good thing.

Camus’s monster transformation before his death, and the hundreds of ghouls underground, all proved this point.

Mo Yan’s eyes narrowed, and he pressed, “Besides these, did Camus mention or do anything special?”