Original God's Dark Priest

A few seconds later, Esther was lying face down, with all four limbs pierced by pitch-black netherworld chains, tied in mid-air and unable to move, like a hammock.

Saphir sat on his back, legs crossed, picking at his nails. "So, the soldiers from the Ninth Legion you mentioned were sent here to guard these chains?"

"Cough cough cough..." Esther wanted to answer but couldn't help coughing a few times, "I... this is the first time in all these years that I've felt physical pain..."

Cassiodoro looked at Saphir, who was sitting in Esther's hammock. "They don't know much either."

He really couldn't bear to watch it. This woman had too many ways to torture people. Who would have thought of using a golem to make a hammock... The key is that she actually made it.

Saphir ignored him and just waited for Esther's answer.

After finally recovering, Esther recalled carefully: "Chains...you mean these treasures? They must have been looted during the war."

"It sounds like this kind of looting is basic etiquette in your Lemuria?" Saphir actually did not reject such behavior. After all, when war broke out, rape and looting were common, and even a disciplined army could hardly completely prevent such phenomena from happening.

The only army that can do this is probably the miraculous army of a mysterious oriental power.

Obviously, the Lemurian army is not among them.

Hearing Saphir's words, Esther struggled for a moment, then stopped because of the piercing pain: "No! The Supreme has never supported such a thing!

Even though he viewed war as a necessary means to achieve his ambitions, he had already clearly prohibited such brutal acts."

"Oh? You mean, Remus lacks control over the army?" Saphir asked another difficult question.

At this, Cassiodoro and Esther fell silent together.

After a long while, Esther finally spoke: "Although I don't want to admit it, in fact... it's probably true."

"Esther!" Cassiodoro shouted.

Esther shook her head slightly. "Lord Cassiodoro, you've already seen it clearly, haven't you? We are heading towards darkness, but... people haven't noticed it at all.

Phobos should have brought us happiness, but now I only feel pain.

Before this, I was always confused and didn’t know where this pain came from. But now, after experiencing the pain brought by the flesh again, I seem to have some clues.

My pain comes from loss, but...what exactly did I lose when I was unconscious..."

"I'm also looking for the answer to this question, but I can't answer you." Cassiodoro didn't look at him. Perhaps he already had the answer, but just didn't want to say it, or perhaps the cruelty of the answer made him subconsciously choose to conceal it.

Saphir jumped down from Esther's hammock and clapped his hands. The nether chains disappeared, and Esther fell to the ground. "Okay, enough reminiscing. Time to get down to business."

Esther, who was lying on the ground, immediately struggled to her feet upon hearing this, waving her right hand, which had been pierced and revealed a hole. "They are members of our legion. Could you please choose a peaceful solution?"

"A peaceful way?" Safir glanced at Esther, who was in a miserable state but still trying to plead for his people. This guy gave her the impression of a good-natured person without any temper. She had no idea how he got to this position.

Cassiodoro's status in Lemuria is not low, and the officers whose names he remembers are probably not ordinary people.

This is not something a good-natured person can do.

Thinking of this, Safir did not give him a definite answer. She had no interest in playing friendly games with these golems. One word of persuasion was not enough, so the most efficient way was to kill them directly.

But she didn't mind giving those golems a chance. After all, she was not a bloodthirsty devil.

She walked over to the leading golem and instantly caught its attention. The leading golem stopped her and said, "Stop! What do you do? A helper hired by Esther?"

"No." Saphir shook his head.

The golem tilted its head. "No? Is that a special envoy sent by the Supreme Being?"

"No." Saphir continued shaking his head.

The golem was scratching its head now. "It's neither this nor that. Are you here to make fun of me?"

Seeing that he was showing signs of annoyance, Saphir said calmly, "I am an old friend of your Supreme. We've known each other for... a thousand years."

"What!" The leading golem was confused. He had never heard of such a development.

He and the other golems immediately looked at each other in confusion.

What Safir said was a bit too outrageous, and they couldn't believe it, but if it was true, if they made an impolite move, wouldn't they offend the Supreme's friends?

But if it is fake, wouldn’t it be stupid for them to be respectful?

Just when they were in a dilemma, Saphir took out the Dust-Cleansing Bell. As soon as the Dust-Cleansing Bell appeared, it played a melody and directly controlled several golems to spin in a circle on the spot.

"I have already collected your supreme music. This may serve as evidence of my friendship with him." The Dust-Cleansing Bell was still shaking in the air.

The golems that had already stopped moving immediately knelt on the ground respectfully: "We didn't know your Excellency had arrived. We are so sorry for the inconvenience."

"That's all right." Seeing they believed him, Saphir smiled slightly, put away the Dust Purifying Bell, and asked, "Answer my question. Shouldn't your Ninth Legion be heading to Fort Kabudis? Why are you still here?"

The golems were a little confused, but thinking that this woman was a good friend of the Supreme and might have been invited to help, they immediately replied respectfully, "We should indeed follow orders to go to Kabudisburg, but as the rear guard, it is reasonable for us to stay here to complete the final cleanup work."

"Is this also an order from Phobos?" Saphir said in disbelief. "Phobos would never give such an order."

The golems became even more respectful, because outsiders would never know about Phobos: "Well... to be honest, Phobos should be guiding all our actions, but since we came here, we often can't receive Phobos's melody.

Therefore, we can only act according to the instructions of Lord Boethius."

Upon hearing this, Saphir understood.

There are only two possibilities for this situation. Either there is a problem here, which causes the signals of these golems to be poor and they are stranded.

Or, Boethius, the tuner, made some moves and used these golems to satisfy his own selfish desires.

Although she didn't want to speculate, she always felt that Boethius was someone who could do such a thing.

So, she sneered and said, "When did your Supreme allow you to harm innocent people?"

"As a distinguished tuner, Lord Boethius always follows the instructions of the Supreme Being. His orders are equivalent to the laws of Phobos." said the leading golem.

Saphir just thought it was ridiculous. Boethius really had a good trick. With this, these golems could only listen to his orders. They could also bypass Phobos openly and even not attract Remus's attention.

This is a typical case of deceiving superiors and subordinates and lining one's own pockets.

She shook her head. "You're too blunt. Since you can't receive it anymore, you should make your own judgment."

"Uh..." The leading golem was speechless. After a moment's silence, he spoke, "Even so, who else can we trust besides Phobos? Lord Boethius' words are almost the same as Phobos's...

If we go astray, how can it remain indifferent?"

"Have you ever considered that the reason you can't receive Phobos's message is because someone doesn't want you to receive it? If you do that, you'll lose your rational judgment and treat this person's words as imperial decrees, executing them slavishly.

You also said that Phobos would not issue such an order, so why did you carry out an order that clearly contradicted it? "Sapphire was a little confused about the golem's train of thought.

But she also began to understand that Phobos did have a certain restraint on the behavior of these golems, but this restraint was not completely in the hands of Remus, but was dispersed and in the hands of the tuner.

This reminded her of some centralized feudal dynasties, where the emperors would always try to strengthen centralization and were very wary of the power of ministers, but they were unable to completely take away the power from the ministers.

Because the emperor needed these powerful ministers to help him do things, this created a tug-of-war between imperial power and ministers. When the emperor was strong, the ministers were relatively weak, and the court was stable.

Once the emperor becomes weak and powerful ministers come to power, relatives, eunuchs, regents, etc. will appear. Finally, the princes will rise up and compete with the imperial power, and it is not uncommon for them to suppress it.

But Remus is a demon god, and Boethius and the others are just humans. How can this be considered superior? Saphir once again thought of the golden bee Sibyl. Perhaps Sibyl had done something.

As a being who has gone through a reincarnation, people like Sibyl might not believe in things like prophecies. It is hard to say whether the destruction of Lemuria was caused by her.

But Saphir felt that it was unlikely. After all, the music was given to Remus by Sibyl. There was no reason to help him establish a Lemuria and then destroy it. Isn't this a waste of effort?

There are many things that are hard to figure out, and the final answer can only be revealed after passing through the Gate of Janus.

But now, Scylla still needs to be released first. This is the first time that Saphir has received a demon servant since leaving the divine realm, and she is still a little looking forward to it.

The leading golem scratched the back of his head. "I... I hadn't considered this possibility. Has Lord Boethius truly betrayed the Supreme Being? Then wouldn't we be aiding and abetting the evil? This is terrible."

"Okay, don't think too much. Things have come to this point. Sighing and groaning won't solve the problem. I came here to investigate this matter. Your loss of contact with Phobos is also a discovery. I will report it." Saphir waved his hand, giving these golems a little comfort.

The leading golem perked up immediately upon hearing this. "Your Excellency, please return to meet with the Supreme! Please be sure to report the situation here, as well as our suspicions, to him."

There has been a doubt since the beginning of the war: what we should pursue is freedom and happiness, but Phobos has led us here step by step.

I don’t mean to question the Supreme Being, I just… have a little doubt…”

He behaved very humbly, keeping his head down and crawling on the ground.

Saphir lowered his eyes to look at him, but he didn't look up.

Actually, it doesn’t make any difference if you look up, because golems… have no expression.

What the golem said just now was already a questioning of Remus and Phobos, but because of the imperial power, they had no choice but to bow their heads. They were accustomed to this system and would never think of resisting.

Being able to question things is a big change.

After taking a closer look at the golems kneeling on the ground, Saphir took a deep breath and said, "I will. You all, step back."

Several golems stood up and left, and then Cassiodor came to Saphir's side.

He had seen everything that Saphir had negotiated with the golems just now, and his mood was extremely complicated at the moment.

"If you have anything you want to say, just say it directly. There's no need to hide it." Sensing Cassiodore's entanglement, Saphir spoke directly.

Anyway, we are still a short distance away from the chain, so it doesn’t hurt to chat for a while.

Cassiodor raised his head, his cat-like eyes looking straight at Saphir: "If I hadn't known this in advance, I would have thought you were an old friend of the Supreme."

"Is there a possibility...that I really am?" Saphir suddenly grinned.

This smile made Cassiodoro shudder.

Cassiodoro immediately shook his head vigorously: "Stop joking, how could you be an old friend of the Supreme..."

Saphir didn't say anything either, just looked at him quietly.

This made Cassiodore lose his confidence. He swallowed his saliva and said, "You...are not an old friend of the Supreme...shouldn't you...?"

Saphir still didn't answer. She had already reached the chains and started to remove the seal with the Dust Cleansing Bell.

Only Ada looked at Cassiodor with some pity. Lord Saphir was truly deceiving, tricking this fellow into thinking he was a monster from the Abyss. Cassiodor was also pitiful. Having met Lord Saphir, his fortune was still to come.

After breaking the seal, the three of them headed towards the next location. Ada suddenly thought of something and asked, "Speaking of which, Esther is Cassiodor's friend?"

"Yes, Miss Ada, is there any problem?" Cassiodora nodded.

Ada pinched her chin. "From what I know, you should have turned into stone statues long ago, right? How can he still have offspring?"

"Uh..." Safir was stunned, and some strange images unconsciously emerged in his mind, and he paused for a moment.

What's going on with this Ada? Is this something you can just talk about casually?

Cassiodoro didn't think too much about it. He felt somewhat relieved: "For this matter, we have to thank the Fontaine Spring. It responded to us souls trapped in the stone just like it would to ordinary people. He was able to have children and start a family...

His blood was fused with Fontaine until everyone forgot he was not from Fontaine. Not a bad ending, right?

"Yeah, that's right!" Safir's cheeks flushed slightly, and he glared at Ada imperceptibly. It was all Ada's fault. She had just thought of some very bad pictures.

Ada scratched her head uncomfortably. It wasn't her fault. She wasn't from Fontaineland, and her understanding of childbirth and offspring was all about unspeakable things.

Considering the stone bodies of the Lemurians, isn't it normal to find it outrageous? It's obvious that Lady Saphir herself is a dirty woman, and I don't know what she thinks in her head all day long. Ada curled her lips.

I can only say that it is fortunate that the previous way of reproduction in Fontaine was to pray to the spring elves, otherwise Esther really would not be able to leave behind any offspring. This can also be regarded as a fusion of the old and new countries on the land of Fontaine, which is cause for celebration.