Creating a Sandbox World

Lin Tuo disappeared out of thin air, as if he had never appeared before, leaving only a group of freed wizards standing in the wind, looking at each other.

...

The Northern Continent, the Draai Kingdom, the Sacred Plain.

A solemn and depressing small town stands in the mountains with remnant snow, covering an extremely large area.

The city is not big, and there are only tens of thousands of people living in it, but there are many tall buildings.

Inside, the streets are neat and clean, large and small churches and monasteries are symmetrically distributed on both sides of the street, and most of the people walking in the city are wearing priest robes.

There were occasional conversations, but also in low voices, the air was filled with a sense of order brought by majesty.

This small city is called Hayeks, however, the people of the Dry Kingdom are more familiar with its other name:

holy city.

Yes, this is the headquarters of the church, a city completely composed of priests, priests, priests and Templars.

It stands alone at the northern end of the sacred plain, not far from the royal capital, and all daily necessities are transported from the capital of the Draai Kingdom in the southeast.

For a long time in the past, this holy city was the place of worship for countless believers on the mainland, and it was the place closest to the Creator God, the brightest and most solemn place.

However, I don't know when, this holy city suddenly became daunting and terrifying.

...

In the very center of the holy city, a magnificent church built of pure white stone stands here.

In a ceremonial hall in the depths of this pure white building, the current pope, dressed in gorgeous robes, with a crown on his head, and holding a scepter, is sitting on the ground with his eyes closed.

His figure is quite tall, but he is already old. As one of the most powerful people on this continent, his lifespan and strength have already surpassed too many people.

It's a pity, but still can't resist the power of time.

Boom...boom...boom...

Suddenly, when the bell rang through the gaps in the window curtains of the cold hall, the old man who was the Pope suddenly opened his eyes.

And what is palpitating is that his eye sockets are filled with pure blackness.

It was far more pure darkness than those Templars.

It's like an endless abyss.

Suddenly, the abyss seemed to shake, his body trembled slightly, and he saw black threads gushing out of his skin pores.

Like a broken doll that has been torn out of wool.

The dense black lines fluttered without wind, and just looking at it made people instinctively dizzy and frightened.

what happened?

As dozens of black threads broke, the Pope whispered to himself in doubt, and the next second, the expression on his face twisted, as if extremely angry.

After a few seconds of silence, he stood up and walked out of the empty hall.

The moment he pushed open the door, the expression on his face became majestic and peaceful again, and countless black threads on his body also gathered and disappeared.

Your Majesty.

The priests guarding outside the main hall saluted respectfully, not daring to look directly at them.

The Pope kept silent, nodded indistinctly, walked straight out, crossed the Holy Avenue, climbed the Unsullied Steps, and pushed open the door of faith. There were fewer and fewer priests nearby. Soon, his surroundings finally Completely empty.

There is only one dark and spacious corridor.

On one side of the corridor is a wall with sacred scrolls hanging, and on the other side is a row of narrow windows.

The floor is covered with marble painted with religious patterns, and the sunlight comes in from the windows and slantly sprinkles in the corridor, but it does not bring any warmth.

Da, da, da... The pope's footsteps echoed in the corridor, and the hem of his gorgeous robe dragged on the marble floor.

Soon, a closed door without any decoration appeared in front of him.

Great, supreme God, your faithful believers have doubts.

The old pope bowed,

A hoarse voice sounded.

Immediately, the door opened suddenly, and inside was a narrow prayer room.

It is circular and has no windows. The walls, floors and other corners are painted with sacred patterns, and only a radiant gemstone on the top is illuminated.

However, when the door opened, the whole world spread out in the sight of the old Pope.

The familiar buildings disappeared, and I was standing in an extremely vast, magnificent, and majestic hall.

Directly ahead, on the top of hundreds of steps, there is a divine seat, and the one sitting on the divine seat is actually a giant made of pitch-black mist.

Oh?

An ethereal voice echoed in the hall. The voice seemed to carry some kind of chaos and pollution. If ordinary people heard it, they would only have a splitting headache. However, the old pope was intoxicated, as if listening to the holy voice:

I sensed that a team sent to hunt heresy disappeared, and I couldn't detect their existence.

They are dead, the black mist giant replied, a heretic killed them.

heresy?

Yes, a very special heretic. I don't know where he came from, but just relying on the sense of nothingness, I can already smell his sweet fragrance. It is more delicious food than wizards. The black mist surged, Said.

The Pope was a little surprised. You know, there are countless wizards who have given food to the gods in front of him through his hands, but they have never received a delicious evaluation.

Please allow me to send someone to arrest him. He said.

However, the black mist stopped for a while before saying:

For you, he is very powerful, and his whereabouts are surreptitious, and he cannot be traced. He seems to be looking for you, and maybe he can take advantage of this...

...

...

Not long after, the door of the prayer room in front of the pope closed again, and the magnificent and boundless temple disappeared from his vision.

Turning around slowly, the old Pope walked out along the corridor again.

Called a guard outside: Go and inform Archbishop Cisse, and order him to contact the Knights Templar from all over the kingdom through divine magic, and ask them to return to the sacred plain immediately.

Yes. Although the guard was puzzled, he didn't dare to ask questions, and immediately took orders to leave.

Only the old man in Chinese clothes stood indifferently under the shadow of the church, his two deep eyes looked towards the south, and the words of god echoed in his brain that had been completely eroded:

Use them as bait to lure the heretic here and sacrifice it to me.

...

...

Kingdom of Draai, Solan City.

When Lin Tuo finally arrived at this city located in the southwest of Oak Town with the help of a map and continuous teleportation, he searched for local people to inquire.

I happened to meet those church knights who had just received orders from the holy city and were about to evacuate through divine magic.

After doing a lot of work to solve the team, Lin Tuo asked the same question to the rescued wizards in the queue again:

Does any of you know where the arresting teams from other churches are probably going?

However, in the face of his inquiry, these people failed to provide much effective information. There were only a few pieces of information, which were at least a month ago, seriously lagging behind, and completely irrelevant.

This gave Lin Tuo some headaches.

After all, although he can overlook the entire continent through the main body, he can even use the zoom function to see some specific details.

But in such a large area, it is really difficult to find a few teams.

Lin Tuo also thought about using the ether threads spreading to the sky to locate them, but through observation and experimentation, he found that those Templar knights seemed to seldom practice.

Not to mention those wizards who are tortured all the time and are not allowed the opportunity to meditate.

Should we continue to search, or go directly to the church headquarters? Waving his hand, letting the wizards disperse on their own, Lin Tuo wandered around the city of Solan, and began to think about this question.

If it was a normal infighting among human beings, Lin Tuo could have avoided such troubles at all.

As long as the pope is controlled and asked to issue an order for release, or even more simply, pretending to be a god and issuing a real oracle to inform the mainland, it can be resolved.

However, after eradicating two teams in a row, coupled with various information collected along the way, he has already determined that this incident is by no means normal.

The knights and magicians of these churches are quite weird, especially the wisps of black air permeating after death, which further illustrates this point.

Considering that these people acted according to the Pope's orders, Lin Tuo even suspected that the entire holy city and the top church leaders had been polluted in some way.

This reminded him of the Secret Seal that had affected the Mad Emperor in No. 1 sandbox.

Could it be that similar items appeared in the Draai Kingdom?

If these worries are true, I am afraid that even if you send down the oracle, it will be useless, and even if it is denied by the church and judged as a demon, it is not impossible.

And if the church headquarters were directly wiped out, it would be straightforward, but it would leave many hidden dangers.

Therefore, in Lin Tuo's mind, the most thorough way is to eradicate those church knights scattered all over the place first, and then solve the problem of the Holy City.

But the interruption of the clues now made him hesitate.

Who?

At this moment, Lin Tuo, who was thinking, suddenly felt something, and suddenly looked at a shadow beside the street.

Then, the light distorted for a while, and a middle-aged man in a strange robe showed his figure on his own initiative.

Your Excellency, please don't get me wrong, I'm just an incompetent, cowardly wizard hiding in the shadows. The middle-aged man smiled wryly and opened his hands, indicating that he was not hostile.

Wizard? Lin Tuo raised his eyebrows slightly, not surprised.

Although the church is very strong in arresting them, in such a large kingdom, there are always some wizards who can find ways to hide.

Especially talent abilities are suitable for hiding types.

Do you have something to tell me? Lin Tuo asked.

Yes, my lord, are you looking for traces of the Knights Templar?

I have some clues that may be useful to you... Just before you arrived here, the church in Solan City received a decree from the Pope, asking all the teams to return to the sacred plain immediately...

Return? Lin Tuo was a little depressed, and his heart moved:

Could it be that the news of these people's death has already been sent back?

In this era of sorcery, this is not impossible.

So? You're here to tell me this? Lin Tuo looked at him strangely after hearing this.

Immediately, I saw the middle-aged wizard give a deep salute:

Although I don't know what your purpose is, but you rescued the wizard. This alone makes me extremely admired. I hope my news can be of some use to you.

After saying this, the wizard's figure became blurred, and soon disappeared into the shadows again.

Lin Tuo stared at the corner of the street for a while, under the hood, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, and his eyes turned to the north:

Holy plain... the place where the church headquarters is located... This is indeed, it saves me a lot of effort.