I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 166 The Great Evil God Losanda
DuPont initially thought he was just accompanying someone, but he was clearly mistaken; his job was more like that of a tour guide.

Although some of the young men and women from the Firefire Church were quite curious about Harua, and some of the beauties from the Pleasure Church had even prepared some strange little props, they were clearly not interested in the academy, which was still on holiday, and would rather go to the nearby town of Beer.

Unlike White Rock, this town wouldn't be a primary target for preaching, but it would be nice to spend a day there during a holiday.

Since the adults weren't going, the newcomers naturally felt much less pressure, making it the most suitable place for them to practice and spread their message.

In contrast, the Church of Dawn was much simpler. A group of young paladins asked for a map and then went off to ride off on their own.

The leading paladin had a head of dazzling golden hair, and he flashed a sunny smile like a giant golden retriever. Many young girls from other churches couldn't take their eyes off him: "Rest assured, Your Excellency, we are just going to help the nearby villages clear out any unfinished subjugation missions and help the villagers solve their difficulties. We will definitely strictly abide by the laws and regulations of Harua and will not cause you any trouble."

DuPont did have a detailed map, but it was his experience gift pack and he couldn't give it away, so he asked Angie to bring him a simplified map: "No problem, but remember not to refuse the bounty, otherwise the villagers will become dependent on you after you leave, and those adventurers might not want to come anymore."

The paladin was taken aback. He exchanged a glance with the priest beside him, then seemed to exchange a few words before finally nodding: "We will abide by the rules of Harua, please rest assured."

With that, they turned and left. Watching the backs of more than twenty people riding away, DuPont signaled for the carriage to take the women from the other two churches away, thus completing his mission.

It was quite easy.

"Why do I feel like their church has a lot of paladins?" DuPont asked Angie. "I've never seen any local paladins around here."

“There aren’t many paladins in the Magic Church to begin with, and most of them are on secret missions. Recently, they’ve been keeping watch over the swamp to guard against those foreign adventurers,” Angie said, looking in the direction the blond guy had left.

"As for the Church of Dawn, it is the church of the sun god Losanda. He hates evil and even destroyed the Dragon Worship Cult that was causing havoc a hundred years ago. In addition to the Dawn, he also governs the gods of youth, vitality and sports. It can be said that he is very popular in most of Faerûn. It is only natural that talented young people choose to become paladins under his command."

As she spoke, she looked at DuPont and said, seemingly casually, "Besides, Los Santos's noble demeanor and manners earned him favor among the aristocracy. And his frequent sports meets and his association with the sun have earned him a high standing among farmers. It goes without saying that his subjects are very devout and not like some guys who are fickle and only hope for divine favors without putting in any effort."

DuPont realized that Lossanda was indeed very appealing to those righteous people. After all, it was rare for a god to personally send his avatar down to beat up a cult leader, which was much better than most gods who ignored their followers.

However, as far as he knew, besides being fiercely opposed to evil, Los Santos also seemed to have a lot of dark history.
This sun god nearly destroyed an entire pantheon in his pursuit of the goddess of fate, Tica, creating the Dawn Disaster, a catastrophic event recorded in history but not described in detail. In the end, this goddess of fate, who possessed great divine power, perished mysteriously, becoming an unsolved mystery.

In addition, Murdan, the lover of Heim, the god of protection, also perished in this event. The two kingdoms of Faerûn, which relied on divine authority for rule, collapsed directly. The lingering influence even caused the Alliance of Good Gods to be in turmoil for a hundred years, almost leading to its complete collapse.

This is the result that the three gods of death have failed to achieve in thousands of years, so calling Lossanda a genuine great evil god is not an exaggeration at all.

After the goddess of fate died, her divine power split into two, becoming two medium-powered deities: the Lady of Fortune, Tamora, and the Lady of Calamity, Bensaba.

Logically speaking, he was already in a terrible situation. The two newly born goddesses had no grudge against him, but this great god was still greedy and wanted to use the essence of these two newly born goddesses to revive his first love. He almost killed the two goddesses as well. Fortunately, other gods intervened and made Lossanda stop, so that he would not harm the two innocent new gods.

Perhaps due to the failure of his plan, or perhaps due to overwhelming sexual repression leading to his brains overflowing, Losanda, while his true love, the goddess of fate, was still warm from her grave, began pursuing the Swan Maiden, frightening her away from the Faerûn pantheon, where she became the constellation Cygnus in the distant sky. In the end, it was the benevolent Mother Earth who intervened, finally bringing this great benevolent god, whose image was always that of a young man, to a halt in his increasingly erratic behavior.

Of course, some say that the death of the goddess of fate was due to the conspiracy of the corrupt god Moando. However, the latter was only a weak god. Not to mention whether he would have the guts to plot against a powerful god, how could his divine position corrupt and cause the gods to separate?

It would be more believable to shift the blame to the classic villain, the goddess of the night, Shar.

Of course, compared to those bizarre acts in the outer planes, Lossandar is indeed one of the few gods who actually do things. It can be said that, apart from Tyr, he is the one who loves to punish evil the most.

Although his avatar was summoned to the mortal world by the self-sacrifice of hundreds of priests in the battle that destroyed the Dragon Cult, and even lost a few drops of divine blood that had been sealed as a holy relic, the lich Samaster, who possessed the top-level lich, the former chosen one of the magic ladies and the lich Samaster, and several dragon liches under his command with a challenge level of 30+ all perished under the eternally burning one-handed hammer of the Lord of Dawn.

He not only destroyed a cult that was bullying others, but also shattered the illusion that mortals could challenge gods if they were strong enough.

That's not an equal relationship at all.

Of course, this matter has become an ancient legend. Many people in the academy dream of restoring the glory of the Nether Empire, returning to the time when it carried the arcane miracle of the Great Floating City and possessed the power to challenge the gods.

Connor seems to be one of them, previously clamoring about pure-blooded Nethers and rebuilding the Nether faith and other such nonsense.

It was pretty funny anyway.

However, DuPont did not expect that Angie's expression would suddenly become quite interesting.

For some reason, she could no longer glean DuPont's complete thoughts, but she still managed to keenly grasp some details.

DuPont actually called Los Angeles the Great Evil God?
What kind of catastrophic event was the Dawn Disaster? It seems that it was mentioned a few times in the family library, but I haven't seen any information about it in the history of the church here.

Wow, he actually sees this glorious act of eliminating evil as a joke.

This is more than just disrespectful; if those paladins from earlier found out, they would probably take turns slapping this guy's face with their iron gauntlets, and it wouldn't stop until one of them was dead!

Thinking of this, Angie couldn't help but take a step back. Dubon glanced at her but didn't pay much attention, only tugging at his monk's robe.

Although the monk's robes were almost like an empty crotch underneath, the black color absorbed light, so wearing these clothes in public was obviously not appropriate.

Summer has truly arrived; it's so hot!

(End of this chapter)