The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 430 The Devil and the Messenger of God

After sitting up, he seemed to have been holding his breath for a long time, breathing heavily with a rough, labored sound like a broken bellows.

He muttered to himself:

"You can't die, you can't die yet! The pit isn't even dug yet! It's too cramped to sleep in such a small pit, we need to dig it bigger! Bigger!"
"Useless things, you can't even withstand as much as an old man like me. You guys are doing well, lying around comfortably, while I have to dig my own grave..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the neatly arranged corpses beside him and recoiled in shock: "How did you all get out here!"

While digging in the dirt, he said aggressively:
"I won't care about you guys once you're out! I haven't even finished digging my own hole yet!"

"Ahem!" Vasita coughed lightly. "Are corpses this slow to react?"

The four of them stood right next to the old man, but they didn't squat down. As a result, he saw the other corpses but didn't notice them.

Vasita's voice finally drew the old man's attention: "You, you, you! Who are you?"

"I know! You are the demons of the Black Forest, aren't you?" the old man asked, trembling.

"You're the devil!" Vasita scoffed. "We are..."

"Never mind who we are. Just tell us how you got into the Black Forest!"

Moran interrupted Vasita and cast a spell on the old man.

Even the art of raising corpses cannot be used indefinitely; once someone is dead, they will soon revert to a corpse.

Moreover, each time a body is raised, it is more difficult than the last, so it is best to ask questions in one go.

The old man was about to retort when he suddenly felt that Moran was bathed in holy light, making him trustworthy:
"You must be the messenger who has come to guide us to the Kingdom of the God of Light, right?"

It turns out it's true. Blasphemers will be devoured by the demons in the Black Forest, while true believers will be protected by divine messengers who will guide us to God's Kingdom!

We had no idea that guy was a blasphemer; we've always been believers in the true God…”

The old man resembled a fanatical believer, his eyes gleaming with fervor as he incoherently recounted his grievances to Moran.

The old man was originally the village chief of a small village east of Mino Town, and the corpses around him were his family members.

A blasphemer who had stolen the gods' wealth fled to their village, and they mistakenly believed him to be a saint and saved him.

Finally, the blasphemer disguised as a saint escaped. When the true saints of the temple caught up with him, his family was punished for helping the blasphemer and sent to the Black Forest to atone for their sins.

After the old man finished speaking, the time for the corpse-raising ritual was up, and he fell back to the ground with a heavy thud.

Moran then used his corpse-raising technique to rouse the corpse of an old woman next to him for questioning, this time starting with a bewitching spell.

After the same panting sound, the old woman cried out in a hoarse voice, "&%$32@!"

“???” Sylph frowned. “Is she speaking Yara Empire language? I can’t understand it.”

“I don’t understand either. Isn’t it the language of the Yara Empire?” Vasita said.

They had all taken courses in Yara Empire and Magic Empire languages, and while they weren't fluent, they could still communicate easily in daily life.

They understood what the old man had said earlier.

Lilith looked at Moran: "What if we don't understand? We can't use mind reading on corpses, so we probably can't use telepathy either, right?" "She's saying she's thirsty and wants to drink water." Moran understood: "This should be a southern accent from the Yara Empire; the pronunciation isn't very standard."

"You haven't even studied accents from different places, have you?" Lilith asked.

Moran nodded.

Fortunately, the phonetic symbols for the witch's language are very powerful and can annotate any accent. There's also Ms. Amisa to consult, otherwise she would probably be completely lost right now.

Even though Moran knew some accents and habits, she still couldn't quite understand what the old woman was saying.

Fortunately, what she said was similar to what the old man had said before. Moran listened and guessed, and still understood what she meant.

She and the old man were husband and wife, and the remaining corpses were their children and grandchildren.

Fortunately, their children spoke fairly standard Imperial English, which Moran and the other three could understand.

Everyone said pretty much the same thing, so Moran then asked about the local situation in Mino Town.

Now the town of Mino is entirely under the jurisdiction of the temple, and even the mayor is a believer who goes to the temple to pray every Sunday.

People around Mino who commit crimes are judged by the local temple.

At best, paying a fine will atone for one's sins; at worst, not only will the temple confiscate one's property, but one will also be sent to the Black Forest to atone for one's sins.

Sometimes, when the facts are unclear and a judgment cannot be made, the case is also sent to the Black Forest.

The temple said that the God of Light would send messengers to lead each of his believers into the Kingdom of God. As long as one is innocent, one can go to the Kingdom of God to enjoy blessings. If one is guilty, the messenger will not come, and one will be eaten by the demons in the Black Forest, which is considered retribution for evil.

In short, God will judge.

After the corpse finished recounting its past, it lay down again, and Lin Ru fell silent.

Vasita stared at their corpses in disbelief: "Were these people stupid?! They actually believed in the idea of ​​entering the Black Forest to atone for their sins, and entering the Kingdom of God if they were innocent? What kind of god is that?!"

"Why has the Temple of Light become even more rampant after the angels' deception was exposed?" Sylph asked, puzzled.

"The Temple of Light is no longer backed by angels, but by human mages who wear the cloak of gods and profit by fooling and exploiting ordinary humans." Lilith had heard some of this from her father and knew some of the inside story.

Moran looked towards the direction outside the Black Forest and sighed, "Ordinary humans are too weak. They may spend their entire lives going around in circles where they were born. They are ignorant and constantly brainwashed by the temple. It's not surprising that they end up like this."

“Humans are truly an incomprehensible race. They were once fooled by angels, and after finally waking up, they willingly took the role of angels and continued to fool their own kind,” Sylph said.

“Everyone says that witches are the most favored beings by the consciousness of the Valen world, but I think humans are no less so. With this nature of killing each other for profit, it’s incredible that they haven’t gone extinct and have become the most numerous intelligent race!” Vasida said.

"Sometimes they are incredibly cruel to their own kind, and other times they are unbelievably united—it's hard to understand!"

Lilith shook her head, deciding not to think about it anymore:

"Moran, collect these corpses into your {Card Book} as card-making materials!"

Moran didn't stand on ceremony. The eight corpses, including men, women, and children, were enough for her to make quite a few material cards, even though they were just ordinary human corpses.

Combined with his anatomical knowledge from his previous life, he had no problem with any part of a normal human body or any type of corpse material.

Of course, this only applies to ordinary humans.