"Continue."
A line of golden handwriting appeared on the cover of Furan's tattered book, and this time, it did not dissipate for a long while.
Furan carefully examined the handwriting; it was similar to the one in her memory, so it couldn't be a hallucination this time.
If her guess was correct, this should be a true 'god' giving her instructions.
She didn't quite understand; this god had latched onto her during her first Spirit World Tour. What was the reason for Him seeking her out?
Furthermore, she clearly hadn't carried any of this god's names, and she hadn't even used the only Spell He had given her during this trial. Could this really be considered spreading His 'Name'?
This matter could be described as entirely unexpected. She had originally only intended to use a title as a pretext to incite those people and have them follow her to overthrow the temple.
"Might as well continue."
She really couldn't think of how to handle this situation. She had already incited those people; even if she wanted to quit now, those people probably wouldn't agree.
Moreover, this book was difficult for Furan to deal with now. Should she throw it away? But all the information she received from the Spirit World was on it. What if she couldn't receive information from the Spirit World after throwing it away?
Furthermore, she didn't actually need to worry too much about that 'god' affecting her. Her physical body was in the Material Realm, and the damage she received in the Spirit World now wouldn't return to the Material Realm at all.
Secondly, the barrier between the Spirit World and the Material Realm was not so easy to break. Countless creatures in the Spirit World wanted to enter the Material Realm through Spirit Realm Rangers like them.
But the result was that only those who could exert even a slight influence on the Material Realm were considered a very powerful class; the vast majority could only stare blankly as the Spirit Realm Rangers returned to the Material Realm.
She gathered her thoughts, turned to look at Weilin Te beside her, and asked:
"How many people do we have in total?"
"It's 87 people now."
Furan looked up and said with some surprise:
"So many! I remember we only converted fifty or so after that speech, didn't we?"
"Yes, didn't you ask them to recommend others to join? As long as three converted people agree and the person is full of hatred for those priests, they can get a reward."
Furan shrugged and explained:
"I didn't expect them to be so active in inviting people in... Then we'll raid the temple tomorrow at noon. I originally planned to go to other areas to grab some people first, but now it seems that's not necessary."
It was now the evening of the second day. They had spent the entire second day looking for suitable people and finding the fastest way to assemble those who would listen to their orders.
Although people in other areas also disliked those priests who acted arbitrarily by relying on their power, it was only dislike. If they were really asked to fight those priests with real weapons, they probably wouldn't dare.
But it was different here. The hatred of the people here for those priests had reached a peak. As long as they were given power, they could be incited.
It must be said, the reliance of the people here on divine water surpassed everything. If she didn't have this craft of making potions to 'persuade' them, perhaps no one would be willing to follow her.
"So, have you made a specific plan?"
Furan had to distribute the dragon transformation potions here and also slightly discern whether those people truly wanted to attack those priests, so she couldn't leave. Therefore, the specific plan was left to Weilin Te.
"Uh... because our 'Half-Dragon Peoples' have extra draconic traits, their strength is greater than those Guard, but they still can't compare to those stronger targets..."
For example, Guard Team Captain Luca and that priest Tols. One-on-one, she felt these Half-Dragon Peoples were truly inferior to those two, but... "If it's four or five people, they can easily put those powerful targets at a disadvantage and then slowly defeat them, so I plan to have them in groups of six."
"One group will search the residential area, the second group will block the passages so those priests don't have a chance to escape, the third group..."
"The remaining two groups will follow us to seize the center of Monsa—the Great Temple."
After Furan briefly looked it over, she nodded and said:
"Then let's do that. I estimate we can eventually pull in over a hundred people, which is enough for us to resist those priests."
Weilin Te breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and used her hand to soothe her tense temples. If yesterday she felt lucky that she could team up with such a powerful person,
then today she felt trepidation, for fear of holding Furan back.
She really couldn't imagine that Furan could refine over a hundred portions of dragon transformation potion in a short time, and also thought of using the name of divine water to induce those residents to help them deal with the priests.
In this regard, the only thing she could do seemed to be to help Furan solve some small matters as much as possible.
When writing this combat plan, she had racked her brains, fearing that her proposal would be directly rejected.
Furan looked towards the mountain in the center of Monsa City. It was one of the few places in Monsa that still had light, but the area of this light far exceeded the sum of all other places.
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Luca woke up in the midday sun. He was so dazzled by the brilliant light that he couldn't open his eyes, and his body subconsciously wanted to put his hand up to block the sunlight.
But the pain and weakness coming from his arm reminded him that he had no way to do so.
"Cough, cough!" He was choked by the metallic smell in his nasal cavity and throat, and couldn't help coughing.
"You're awake."
Luca turned his head with difficulty and asked with all his might:
"Tols, what happened to those outsiders?" After saying that, he coughed twice more.
Tols looked at this man who was full of vigor yesterday but was now more heavily injured than himself. It made him feel a bit amused, but he maintained his expression and said with a flat face:
"High Priest Angmar took action and defeated those attackers. Everyone has been locked in the dungeon, prepared to be executed directly at the festival in five days."
Luca closed his eyes, his body relaxing as he ignored the pain coming from his body, and said softly:
"That's good... that's good."
Previously, he hadn't understood High Priest Angmar's order. Why arrest the outsiders this time? Hadn't they warmly entertained previous outsiders?
Now it seemed that High Priest Angmar's order was not wrong; they should indeed be treated specially. The outsiders this time were simply... "Report! The temple is under attack!"
A guard crawled in panting, out of breath. This appearance left Luca and Tols very confused.
First of all, the two of them were wounded; why come to notify them? If they really started fighting now, they might not even be as good as two Guard. Secondly... "Is it those two thin outsiders, the ones carrying swords?"
Tols asked. He knew those two were not among the attackers last night; perhaps they were the ones attacking now.
"No... it's... a group of monsters... attacking the temple!" the guard said with effort.
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