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Chapter 127 Welcome Back, Your Highness the Holy Son

Christine's gentle smile made Strange feel like he was in a dream.

In the end, he couldn't resist the temptation and walked in. As soon as he came in, Christine appeared in front of him, holding his hand and leaning on his shoulder.

Is this a dream?

Strange felt a trance, Christine's warm touch felt so real that he almost believed it was not a dream.

"Christine, weren't you surrounded by those fish-man priests? How come you don't have any injuries on your body?"

Strange came back to his senses immediately. He clearly saw that Christine had fallen into the evil hands, so how come she was acting like nothing happened and still in the church?

"Of course I'm fine. Those Deep One priests won't hurt me. Look, aren't they very kind?"

Christine smiled gently, her eyes flashing with cunning and tenderness, as if she could see through all the doubts and worries in Strange's heart.

She turned gently and pointed to a soft light not far away, where several tall creatures with gray-green skin and eyes flashing with strange light could be vaguely seen. They were the fish-man priests called "Deep Divers".

But at this moment, these Deep One priests did not show the gloomy and terrifying appearance in Strange's memory. Instead, they stood in a strange posture, as if they were performing some kind of ritual, and their eyes revealed an indescribable kindness and respect.

"They. How could they do this?"

Strange whispered in disbelief, his eyes flickering between Christine and the Deep One priest.

Christine patted the back of his hand gently and explained, “Strange, this world is far more complex and diverse than we imagined.

The Deep One priests are not purely evil, they have their own beliefs and rules, and I, in some way, have won their trust and respect."

"Through what method?"

Strange was stunned. These were a group of monsters. Could humans possibly live in harmony with them?
"Of course you choose to believe in Dagon and join us."

A man with strange marks on his face walked out. From his clothes, it can be seen that he must be a high-ranking person in this church.

When he appeared, both the Deep Diver Priest and Christine beside him saluted him to show their respect.

"Join you? Who are you?"

Strange widened his eyes and looked at the man who suddenly appeared in disbelief.

"Strange, please allow me to introduce him to you. This is the high priest of our Dagon Church. I believe you have heard of his name. His name is Casillas."

With a respectful tone, Christine smiled and introduced the identity of the man in front of her to Strange.

Strange's eyes widened instantly. He had never expected that the culprit who summoned the evil god to destroy New York was now standing here. Why wasn't he killed by the evil god he summoned?

"Dagon. You believe in Dagon."

There was a tremor in Strange's voice. He couldn't imagine that Christine, who was with him all day, would become companions of those murloc priests who once left a shadow in his heart.

"Christine, why are you with them? Dagon is the one who brings disaster and chaos."

Strange's voice was full of confusion and struggle. He still didn't dare to say the word "evil god" out loud, and he couldn't understand why his beloved would choose such a path.

Christine sighed softly, with a hint of tenderness in her eyes.

"Strange, you are wrong, completely wrong. First of all, we don't believe in Dagon. We are already qualified enough to believe in the great Cthulhu.

Then, the God we believe in is not an evil God. He is a benevolent father who cares about us all the time. How could he be an evil God?
I joined Dagon Church when they were on a mission in New York.”

She walked up to Strange, gently placed her hands on his shoulders, and looked him in the eyes. "I know this is hard to accept, but please believe me, everything I did was for your own good, and I believe that you can understand and accept this truth." Strange was silent for a while before he spoke: "West and Morales, they are all our friends, but they were brutally killed by the Dagon Church. How can we associate with such evil cultists?"

"Excuse me, but we didn't kill your friend."

Casillas stepped forward and interrupted what Christian was about to say, and the latter immediately stepped back upon seeing this.

"I saw with my own eyes that you turned Morales into gold."

Seeing is believing. Strange saw this scene with his own eyes. No matter what this cultist said, it was just excuses.

"Morales is not your friend. She is just an acquaintance of yours. How can she be considered a friend? Isn't your friend West right there?"

Casillas smiled slightly, and that smile seemed to contain some unfathomable meaning. He slowly turned around and pointed to a corner deep in the church.

Strange looked in the direction he pointed, and saw West standing there quietly in the soft light. Although his face was a little pale, his eyes were bright, and it was obvious that he was not seriously injured.

"West?" Strange shouted in surprise. He walked forward quickly, hardly believing his eyes. West smiled when he saw Strange, and the two hugged each other tightly.

"Strange, I'm fine, thanks to Christine and High Priest Casillas."

West's voice was soft but full of gratitude.

Strange was stunned. He looked at Christine and saw that she was also looking at him tenderly, her eyes full of understanding and expectation.

“Why do you want to thank them too?”

Strange asked the question in disbelief, and then he heard the answer from West that he least wanted to hear.

"That's because under their guidance, I also joined the Dagon Church."

Strange took a few steps back in an instant, pointing at Christine and West in disbelief.

These former good friends now seemed so strange to him.

"If that's the case, why did you tell me the whole truth instead of just killing me?"

Strange's words were filled with despair. Now he had no way to escape.

"Of course it's to welcome you home, Your Highness."

Casillas said in a soft voice.