Reincarnation Paradise: Giant Treasure Chest

Although it is a desert, there are still many tribes here. They are distributed in oases one after another, like islands in the sea where people can temporarily dock.

Every time Ivia was under the influence of pollution and felt powerless to destroy the shell, the oasis would appear not far away.

This kind of luck made Aivia feel a little flattered.

If it were her, Ivia probably wouldn't encounter any oasis even if she crossed the entire desert.

Moreover, the residents of these oases only maintained basic defenses against Ivia, an outsider.

They were generous in providing food and water, and many of them even persuaded Ivia not to go alone.

The distortion in the sunlight seemed to have no effect at all on ordinary people like them.

On them, Ivia could see a faint blessing from the sun. This power was almost identical to her own blessing, making Ivia very familiar.

"Don't go any further. There are pagan armies around the desert lately. It's very dangerous."

While resting at an oasis called Malhan, a kind old man gave us this warning after providing us with water and food.

This was the first person who took the initiative to communicate with Avia.

Aiweiya looked at the faint sunlight blessing on him and wanted to find out the news:

"What does pagan mean?"

The old man pointed to his mouth, then pointed to his own house not far away, and motioned for him to follow him.

Ivia didn't sense any malice from him, so she followed him to his home, a stone house close to where Ivia landed.

However, the stone house was very clean, without a trace of dust. The wooden and stone furniture had black marks of long-term use.

As soon as she opened the door, the sculpture in the center of the room came into Ivia's sight. It was her own sculpture, another Sunshine Princess.

The sculpture was emitting the same faint glow as the old man.

"Gwen Ivia?" Ivia asked tentatively.

The old man quickly shook his hands:

"Don't call the name of God directly. Her Majesty is already extremely tired. Such calls will distract her."

Aivia nodded and shut up, her sensible look made the old man feel a little relieved.

The pagans he was talking about were very strange, because these pagans were clearly wearing the same armor as the Knights of God, but they had no respect for God at all. On the contrary, they would take the initiative to smash the statues of God everywhere.

In addition, these pagan knights will also beat up the kind-hearted Dark God Cult and expel the believers of the twisted alien gods.

Because of this contradictory behavior, the residents here distinguish these knights from those obviously crazy believers of other gods.

The old man didn't dare to tell anyone outside, for he was afraid of being discovered by these strange knights who were so elusive.

Ivia wanted to ask about the situation in the royal city of Anor Londo, but she heard loud sounds of fighting outside the house.

Upon seeing this, the old man quickly took out a piece of black cloth, covered the statue of Avia, and placed a skeleton in front of the statue, pretending to believe in the Dark God Cult.

"Squat down, squat down!" After the old man finished all this, he squatted in the corner, and did not forget to whisper instructions to Ivia.

Ivia cooperated very well and found a corner to squat down.

Not long after, the noise outside the house disappeared, and the closed door was gently pushed open. A strong woman, dressed in silver knight armor and with several twisted, bleeding human heads hanging around her waist, rushed into the stone house.

The woman looked around the stone house, first at the old man who was squatting with his head in his hands, then at Ivia who was in the same position, holding Clara. After a brief pause, she walked to the statue covered with black cloth and kicked away the skeleton that the old man had just set up.

But that was all she did.

With the sound of clanging, the strong woman turned around and was about to leave.

"Avia? Why did you become smaller?"

At this moment, Clara, who had not woken up yet, woke up, looked at the strong armored woman, and spoke subconsciously.

This woman's appearance and figure are almost exactly the same as Avia's, except that she doesn't have that giant body, but looks more like a human.

Zheng~

This name seemed to arouse the woman's suspicion. She drew the knight sword at her waist without hesitation and slashed at Clara.

Hold your head and squat to defend.

The opposing mind and body instincts give opposing advice.

Ivia had enough tolerance to follow her intuition and curled up with Clara in her arms like a mother.

The tip of the sword dripping with blood stopped at the edge of Ivia's hair, and the dirty blood even dripped onto the top of Ivia's head.

"Don't chant the name of the evil god. She is the destroyer and polluter of this world. Do you understand?"

The muscular woman warned seriously.

Ivia nodded quickly, covering Clara's mouth to prevent her from speaking.

The strong woman didn't say much, and this time she really turned around and left.

The old man immediately stood up and rubbed against the edge of the open door. He watched the strong woman gather the troops, then he felt relieved and closed the door again.

Then he came to the statue, pulled off the black cloth, and prayed silently.

Two voices rang in Ivia's ears at the same time. One voice was what Ivia heard from the old man, and the other was also from the statue. It seemed to want to fly far away, but it turned a corner and conveyed to Ivia.

The content was identical, all were confessions from the old man, saying things like he had to ignore profanity in order to protect himself.

Aiweiya waited until the prayer was over before asking like a stranger:

"Who is that? Why does she say God is an evil god?"

"Ignore her, she's mentally ill, don't let her be bewitched."

The old man obviously knew something but was unwilling to speak.

"I will continue on to Anor Londo. Please give me some information to prevent me from getting into trouble due to my ignorance."

Ivya saw the old man's kindness and said in a pitiful manner.

"What on earth are you going to do in the Holy City?"

The old man was still worried.

Aiweiya lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her left leg with an inexplicable curse, and pointed at the curse and said:

"I encountered this thing and need to go to the Holy City to find a cure."

The old man looked at the curse, got closer and examined it carefully, and determined that this thing was an extremely ominous existence, at least it was impossible to identify it with his knowledge.

"That woman calls herself the Daughter of Yang. She says that God is the culprit behind the desolation of this world. The more we believe in God, the worse our situation will become."

The old man finally spoke.

"What would happen if we didn't believe in God?" Ivia asked this question.

The old man glanced at Ivia and Clara, which was why he wanted Ivia to stay.

"If you don't believe in God, sooner or later you will become the monster around that woman's waist."

The old man explained.

"Didn't the Lady of Yang offer a solution?"

Ivia asked.

"Tsk~" the old man said with some disdain.

"That's why I said she was sick. That pagan actually said this is the fate that everyone deserves, and when enough people die, this situation will disappear."

What the unidentified Yang girl said was correct.

Ivia has not yet encountered the regular army of the Sun Dynasty, but she has already seen the pure power of sunlight from these ordinary people who believe in the sun.

This is different from other transcendental worlds.

On the contrary, the Yang Girl just now had a certain abyss, or distorted power, in her body, similar to the situation of the witches in the witch world.

The solar faith in this time and space is orthodox and has not been polluted. It is obviously abnormal. The garbage and distortion will not disappear, but will only exist in a garbage pit.

Judging from the information revealed by the old man, Ivia reasonably suspected that all the distortions that the Sun God clan should have suffered were borne by the "tired" Sun Princess.

Ivia asked some more questions in a roundabout way, and after making sure that the old man basically didn't know anything more, she said goodbye to him with gratitude and continued to move forward according to her intuition.

I don’t know if it’s because the Goddess of Luck Experience Card has expired, but after traveling for a long time in the barren desert, Ivia still couldn’t reach another oasis, nor did she encounter any nomadic tribes.

It was not until the sun set, the temperature in the desert dropped rapidly, and the power of darkness began to run rampant that Ivia found a dry bush.

In order to have a good rest, Ivia put Clara in the center of the bushes, lit a small bonfire, and told her not to run around before going to collect firewood.

These shrubs absorb ample sunlight and even when dry they still emit a faint glow in the darkness, making them the best fences.

Ivya has no intention of demolishing it.

Without having to distract herself with protecting Clara, Ivia quickly returned in the dark with a pile of firewood.

Beside the bonfire that had just been lit, there was actually another person besides Clara.

She is the daughter of the sun seen during the day.

"You're not actually afraid of me, are you?"

The daughter of Yang asked as they sat by the campfire.

Since the other party did not hurt Clara, they could communicate.

"Correct."

Ivia replied.

The daughter of Yang did not ask the reason. After all, in troubled times, everyone has secrets. She just asked again:

"Is your route heading to the Fallen City of Anor Londo?"

"Yes."

"What are you doing there?"

Aivia held up the hem of her skirt and cursed again.

Unlike the old man, Yang Zhinu clearly recognized the origin of the curse and narrowed her eyes.

"I will go with you."

There was murderous intent in his words.