After the evil god was mistaken for a weak cannon fodder [Unlimited]

According to the words of the NPC before, the target that Jian Bumian needs to attack is generally the strongest boss in the instance.

...and the tastiest at the same time.

Jian Bumian has been in this dungeon for so long, but she hasn't seen the most delicious food, so she is a little impatient.

He sighed softly, jumped off the windowsill, and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

****

When Jane Sleepless woke up the next day, there was a new change in the text on the dome of the church.

[Please choose the god who can eliminate the plague within two hours. 】

【1. God of Light】

【2. Dark God】

[3.? ? ? (to be discovered)]

Sure enough, this dungeon does not simply have two gods.

The players thought they had already completed more than half of the mission after finding the God of Light and the God of Darkness. They didn't expect to find a third god, and then find out which god could eliminate the plague.

All this has to be done within two hours.

An old player asked: "Does anyone know the clue of the third god?"

All are silent.

They subconsciously cast their gazes on Jian Bumian, their gazes are filled with complex emotions, such as admiration, expectation, fear...

Although Jian Bumian is a novice player and doesn't even have any team background or props, his just a few days in this dungeon has greatly increased his credibility among the players.

Also, an old adage is revived among players: don't judge a book by its cover.

Jane Bumian was still sitting on the window sill, with her knees together, obediently gnawing on the butter bread just baked in the church kitchen, with one cheek puffed up like a hamster.

After a while, he noticed the eyes of everyone looking at him, turned his head, and said vaguely with his mouth full of food: "Don't look at me, I'm eating breakfast."

Player: "..."

Jane Bumian ate breakfast while turning her head and looking at the scenery outside the window.

The sky is blue, the sun is warm...

Jian Bumian hadn't finished reading yet, when a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of her eyes, and immediately, a dull thumping sound of hitting the ground sounded in her ears!

When several players heard the sound, they immediately realized that something was wrong: "Someone jumped off the building!"

Jane Bumian: "..."

He subconsciously looked down the window.

He saw a person lying on the concrete floor downstairs of the church. The person was thrown to pieces, and his head was split in half like a watermelon. Apart from blood and flesh, there were also white flowers, soft brains, sticky It flowed thickly all over the floor.

Jane Bumian suddenly felt that the butter bread in her hand was no longer fragrant.

Other players came to other windows and looked around.

They not only saw people on the ground, but... the roof of the church was full of people!A large area of ​​blackness covered the top of the church like a black shadow.

They are all resident NPCs in this instance.

Some of them have been infected with the plague and turned into strange human and mouse forms, while some have not been infected.

Like many ordinary people, they include men and women, old women up to 80 years old, and babies waiting to be fed in women's arms.

"Grass, how did they climb up..." a player trembled: "They won't want to jump off the building, will they?"

The players saw their mouths opening and closing to mutter to themselves.

Their murmurs grew louder.

The players heard clearly what these NPCs were saying.

——“Why doesn’t God save us?”

"Where did God go?"

"What about God?"

Each of them couldn't figure it out. They obeyed the words of the church from birth to adulthood, respected the gods, defended the gods, bought indulgences on time, and collected sacrifices...

The church said that only in this way, when they are in times of crisis in the future, God will save them in this world, and only God can save them.

However, now the whole town is in dire straits.

Family members and friends around them will unknowingly develop a high fever, vomit black blood unexpectedly and die within a day.

Or else they left home and never came back.

And there is nothing they can do, they can only watch the one they love die, until they themselves gradually become like this, dying in pain and incomprehension.

But what about God?Where has God gone?Why didn't God come to save them?

The baby in the arms of the little woman on the roof has been infected with the Black Death, and slowly turns into a little mouse in her sleep.

The little woman obviously felt that something was wrong with her child. She was angry, cried, and lowered her head to kiss the child's forehead with black bristles, letting her tears wet the swaddle.

Afterwards, the little woman suddenly took a step forward, hugged the child tightly, and jumped down from the top of the church building.

The husband of the little woman works as a tracker at the pier. He wants to buy an indulgence for his children and his wife, but unfortunately the indulgence is very expensive. Although the money for the indulgence is enough, he also died of exhaustion at the pier at the last moment.

What the little woman got was a black indulgence covered with flea eggs and rat droppings.

She couldn't think of anything before she died.

That germ-ridden indulgence would never bring redemption to her and her child, only pain beyond redemption.

The noon sun was very hot, and the cross on the top of the church cast a shadow on the ground, which was a warm and hazy cross light and shadow.

The people standing in this light and shadow should be choir children or devout nuns.

But at this moment, in the light and shadow are the little woman and her child who fell to death.

They were thrown to the point of inhumanity, the stumps and pieces of flesh were splashed, the little woman's limbs were twisted into strange angles, her head was split in two, and the brains and pieces of flesh flowed out. Even so, her beautiful green eyes did not After being smashed to pieces, it was still wide open, and it was impossible to rest in peace.

*****

The players watched as resident NPCs jumped off the roof.

Some players subconsciously wanted to stop them, but in the end they resisted the urge to convince themselves that NPCs were just a string of codes.

It wasn't just the church that was happening, the whole town was overwhelmed by despair.

A bard's distant and ethereal requiem song could be heard in the distance, the smell of burnt corpse oil wafted, and the high-pitched cries of collapse rose and fell from time to time.

Players let themselves calm down, after all, they still have tasks to complete, and they cannot be immersed in sadness like these NPCs.

The scarlet letter says that who can eliminate the plague will be elected within two hours.

But they don't even know what the third god is.

A few veteran players gathered their teams together to analyze in a low voice.

They subconsciously guess whether there are other things that can be called gods between light and darkness?

Jane Bumian didn't join any discussion team, he threw away the butter bread, took out an apple from his pocket, wiped it with his sleeve, and ate it bit by bit.

Seeing Jane Bumian always looking unhurried, a player couldn't help asking curiously, "Don't you have any ideas?"

"..."

Jane Bumian bit off a bite of the apple with her white teeth, and said softly, "Yes."

The player's eyes lit up, and he leaned his ears over: "Quick, tell me."

Jane Bumian rolled her eyelids: "Are you sure you want to listen?"

"Of course, boss!" The player was dying of anxiety, and the two hours were coming to an end.

Jane Bumian lowered her thick eyelashes, pursed her lips, and said a little embarrassedly: "Then do you have any reward?"

The player suddenly realized: "It's not easy! After we go out of this instance, I will put all the treasures collected by my guild in front of you, and you can pick any one!"

Jane Bumian nodded: "Yes."

When the time comes, he will see if there is anything to eat in these treasures.

As soon as he finished speaking, a few more people around him looked at Jane Bumian expectantly.

The player scratched his head embarrassingly: "These people are all from my guild, if you don't mind, let them listen..."

"Ah."

Jane Bumian has no objections, and he is not the kind of person who would hide good things, except for food, of course.

He parted his thin lips lightly, and said casually: "I don't think this dungeon has any gods at all."

The player was stunned: "Damn, really??"

Jane Bumian half-closed her eyes and analyzed: "This dungeon is based on real history. The social customs are the same, the people's style is the same, and there is only one difference."

"Where?"

Jane Bumian took a bite of an apple, and continued: "Religion, have you ever seen any messy gods of darkness and gods of light in any religious system?"

Even if there is, it does not belong to the religious system of ancient Europe.

What's more, one of the two gods is a black-hearted seller staying in the painting, and the other is a brat full of lies. Dogs would shake their heads at them when they saw it.

Jane Bumian: "So I think those two gods may be a cover released by the copy, and the third god is the real 'god', and only it can eliminate the plague."

A player frowned: "Didn't you say that this dungeon has no gods?"

"There is no God. The 'God' mentioned in the dungeon may be just a code name."

Jian Bumian narrowed her eyes, carefully recalling her thoughts.

Although he can't remember his memory as an NPC, he can barely remember a little bit of memory of him as a living person in the real world even further back.

He remembered that he had taken history class in school.

He knew that the period of the outbreak of the Black Death was a dark age in Europe, full of death and despair.

At the same time, it was also the Black Death that made people realize that God could not save them.

Even let them understand that there is no god in this world.

Churches, priests, and indulgences are fundamentally the shackles that bind people.

But it was this small but important fuse that ignited the light that arrived even though it was late.

After blindly believing in God, the dark age of ignorance is over, what will people believe?

trust people.

This kind of belief has brought about humanistic movements such as the Renaissance, and the whole world is slowly recovering and ushering in a new life.

Human beings finally use their own power to dispel the darkness and usher in the light.

Do not believe in God, do not believe in demons, only believe in people.

Jane Bumian finished eating an apple, and slowly finished her speculation.

"This is the reason why I think there are no gods in this dungeon, because in real history, gods just never showed up to save people, and no gods existed at all."

"Since this dungeon is reproduced in reality, there should be no God NPCs. The God of Light and the God of Darkness are just a cover, and they even broke into this dungeon themselves to make trouble."

"As for who the third god is, the answer is already obvious, and you should all be able to guess."

Jane Bumian turned around, tilted her head, and looked at the dome of the church.

The sun shines through the stained glass, blows over the exquisite murals on the dome, and the fine dust dances with the warm light and shadow.

The scarlet letter suspended in mid-air slowly changed its shape.

[Please choose the god who can eliminate the plague within two hours. After choosing the right one, you can perform the sacrificial ceremony. 】

【1. God of Light】

【2. Dark God】

【3. People】

The author has something to say:

Happy New Year everyone OvO~ I will end this dungeon soon

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