At night, Panda and others who were exploring in the forest began to camp and rest.

The weather is clear today, and the sky without snow can see the bright moon. Panda, who has entered the Jingyu Forest area, looks solemn and is constantly throwing wooden branches into the bonfire in front of him. Although the jumping flames warm the body a lot, the atmosphere in the team is much colder than when he set off.

This is naturally because of the "miracle" displayed by the moon a few days ago.

There were four arcane samurai in the group, eight paramitas, and fifteen members of the Holy Order with good skills. This small mercenary group is well-equipped, with long-range mages, and a complete range in melee combat, and a complete profession. But what is ridiculous is that... they suddenly realized that they seemed to be no longer an arcane samurai.

"The Lord of the Holy Lord means to forget our past, so Denzel, the next time he sets a bonfire, don't use arcane again."

Panda's voice was a little tired, and the arcane who was busy making supper opposite him nodded: "It's... sir."

After saying that, he hesitated again: "But... we can only use the fire sickle to slowly make the fire, which is more troublesome-"

"It's better to lose your life than to lose your life."

After Panda said that, he turned his head and looked at the two pale arcane companions: "Do you feel better?"

However, they all shook their heads and then turned their eyes to the arcane lying by the bonfire.

"Sir, what should I do with Corey?"

One of them barely supported himself and picked up firewood to throw it into the bonfire. However, after saying that, he covered his mouth and coughed violently. When he took his hand away, the bright red blood in his palm was shocking.

This was not caused by the attack of the monster, but the cognitive impact on the arcane after the arrival of the "miracle" - like Black before, they discovered that the "miracle" was true, and they had deep doubts and waver about the arcane they had been studying for a long time, and their strength foundation changed, and even caused damage to their bodies.

Although their bodies have recovered a little, their expressions are weak, and they look like they are seriously ill, and their combat effectiveness has been significantly reduced by half. This makes Panda, who is also in poor condition, feel anxious because the Holy Lord Black just sent someone to catch up with his team yesterday and explained a series of things, which means that he is not even able to give up the task now, so he can only continue to walk as he said and find the ruins.

"Remember the words that Lord Holy Lord explains to us specifically, and give up the past from the heart and embrace everything in front of us, so that we can get redemption from the disaster."

Panda said this and felt awkward. Because the arcane hated the most was the charlatan, but now he became the one he hated the most... He glanced at the people in front of him, including the Apocalypse warriors who were cooking, and everyone looked helpless and even aggrieved.

This place is only more than one day away from the destination. According to the information of the mercenary Ludi, if you walk forward thirty kilometers, you should pay attention to not only the monsters, but also those powerful magicians who come without a trace.

In order to deal with possible enemies, Panda and others made quite sufficient preparations: they carried various scrolls, as well as props, potions and various consumables specially used for magical battles. At the same time, under their seemingly ragged linen jackets, they were exquisite robes and armor inlaid with crystal stones. The team was armed to the teeth, but on the surface, they deliberately created the illusion of a "third-rate mercenary group".

Thanks to this effort, and their necklaces were hung around their necks by the Holy Lord Black, Panda and others who prayed and recited scriptures at any time along the way never attracted the attention of the Intelligence Bureau. At this point, Black did make a wonderful move.

However, Panda and others were surveilled by the intelligence agency, but they could not get gaze from the gods. After dinner, the "symptoms" of the arcane named Cory became more and more serious. He spitted out the broth for dinner and was confused...

Panda held the arcane who was joking with them a few days ago in his arms, gritted his teeth and whispered: "Cori! Don't be stubborn, you must believe in His existence! Don't question and resist anymore, if this continues, you will die..."

"I...I can't understand..."

"You have to understand even if you can't understand. Seeing is true. We all see it. Why do you still tell yourself that it is fake?"

Panda tried his best to persuade him to believe in the existence of the Moon God, but how could the concept instilled in the "Holy Society" for so many years be easily changed? Compared with Panda, Black is more "aware of the current affairs" and can give up anything for survival and purpose. However, most arcane masters who have been studying arcane since childhood and regard themselves as "the purest descendant of the high elves" all day cannot make themselves a charlatan.

This is actually equivalent to denying one's lifelong belief.

The arcane Corey kept shaking his head, his face became paler and his breath became weaker and weaker. No matter how Panda persuaded him, he could not change his "atheistic" view in the end. Finally, at midnight, Corey opened his eyes wide open and suddenly shouted loudly, "All gods are lies!"

After that, his body became loose and he was silent.

Panda clenched his fists tightly, watching the scene in front of him but was powerless. After two seconds, he swung his staff to the ground, covering his face and crying because of the sudden feeling of helplessness.

The bright moon above his head still emits a soft light, but Panda feels it dazzling.

He understood that... these people were all "believers of the moon god". They recited prayers, presided over sacrifices, and held ceremonies. They were fundamentally considered standard "priests". Corey's death was in serious conflict with the power given to him by the gods and his thoughts. The head could not accept it. The result was that the body could not bear it in the conflict of power, resulting in death...

When he came out to perform the mission, he did not meet any of the enemies, but his comrade died because of such a thing, and the morale of the entire team fell to a low point.

Panda cried bitterly in the snow, but when he tried to wipe away his tears, he suddenly stood up and cut off his beloved staff with a "snail".

Everyone in the camp stood up - they were together day and night, and they all knew how much Panda cherished the staff. But when they saw this scene, they all realized the seriousness of the problem.

"I order you to throw away all the things related to the Arcane in the name of the captain and destroy them."

Panda lowered his head in pain: "Then...forget them."

No one objected. Arcaneists and samurai warriors began to take out the magic props on their bodies one by one. Many people put the props under their feet with red eyes, gritting their teeth and destroying them into pieces - although these are just props, they also represent their belief in life.

The feeling of trampling your lifelong faith under your feet is not good for anyone.

Some people couldn't help crying, but Panda rushed up and slapped him, as if he was out of control and shouted: "Why are you crying? That's the past! We are now the most devout believers of the Moon God!"

His throat was hoarse, but there were also two lines of tears on his face. His face was bitten by his red companion, but in the end he didn't refute, and he pulled his robe into pieces.

The light of the bonfire is rising higher and higher, because they throw everything they can burn in. Panda breathes in, trying to calm his voice: "We have bid farewell to the past... and now, pray with me like the great moon god Stryan..."

He turned to kneel down to the moon and recited a prayer loudly. The people in the camp followed one after another. No matter what their attitude towards the moon god had before, their postures were neat and uniform at this time.

And just as the prayer was over, the power suddenly emerged from his body made Panda's eyes widen in surprise.

He turned his head to look at his companions, and everyone felt the mysterious power that was very different from the arcane. When he looked down, he saw that the moon pendant hanging on their chests was even more radiant.

The fatigue in his body was dispelled, and the full force made Panda completely forget the cold around him. He raised his hand and pressed it on a bare trunk beside him, and then slowly closed his eyes. In a moment, the dead branches and leaves were lush and the flowers were blooming. Then the ripe fruits fell from small to large, and after ripening, they fell to the ground "crackling".

"From now... there will be no title of 'arcanist'."
Chapter completed!