This is a dark dungeon.

Dark, damp, exudes a sour, stinky, erosive and decayed smell.

It seemed like a corner forgotten and spitted by the world. All you could hear was the rustling sound of rats and cockroaches in the dark, the torture and spitting sounds and the howlings of prisoners from time to time.

It is like awakening the wronged ghost sleeping for years, stinging people's eardrums.

Suddenly, with a creaking sound, the cold stone door of the dungeon was slowly pushed open, and several judges led John, the god-fellowed man tied with the shackles of the forbidden demons, walked in.

Compared to a few months ago, Old John seemed to be much more embarrassed and his hair was a little messy.

However, his waist was still straight, like a tough pine tree, as if nothing in this world could make him surrender.

"Mr. John, your new home is here."

The Eternal Pastor who led Old John here said sarcastically and kicked him fiercely.

John Old John did not react much to the pastor's behavior.

He just glanced at the other person indifferently, and his bright eyes seemed to be burning with flames forever. Although it seemed calm, it seemed to contain some powerful force, which made the Eternal Pastor dare not look at him, and snorted coldly and turned his head gently.

However, Old John's eyes did not stay on the Eternal Pastor for too long.

His eyes swept across the dim dungeon, looked at the prisoners with dull eyes behind the cage, and then passed the guards who were drunk and like a pool of mud.

It seems that I have been in this dungeon for too long. Apart from a slightly more particular outfit, the image of the dungeon guards is not much better than that of the prisoners.

"Stop looking, your residence is here!"

The pastor sneered and pushed Old John roughly to a dim cell.

Looking at the dark and dampness, squeezing the cell of many prisoners who looked at him with malicious eyes, Old John chuckled:

"Is this the hospitality of the Eternal Pope's crown?"

"Haha, it's time? Do you really think you are a guest? You evil pagan!"

Pastor Eternal spits at Old John.

Then, he kicked the other party in, closed the cell, and sneered:

"Mr. John, I've taken care of you. Your new roommates will take good care of you. I hope you can have a good time here."

After saying that, he laughed and left with the knights.

The dungeon has returned to darkness again.

However, with the arrival of Old John, he soon became the center of the entire cell, and prisoners after prisoners quickly surrounded him.

Their eyes were very dangerous, with a sneer on their faces.

Their physique is much stronger than the prisoners in other cells, and many of them are wearing chains of forbidden demons, and are obviously professionals.

The prisoner in charge was a strong man nearly two meters tall.

He looked at Old John with a sneer and clenched his fists:

"Newbie, your name."

Facing his unkind gaze, Old John smiled gently:

"You can call me John."

"John? He said his name is John?"

The strong man laughed loudly and looked at the other prisoners, and the other prisoners also burst into laughter.

However, as he smiled, the strong man's expression became ferocious:

"From today on your behalf, you will not call John, but shit!"

"No, shit is not my name, it's not a positive word."

Old John said gently.

The prisoners laughed even louder.

The strong man looked at Old John as if he was looking at a fool. He sneered and said:

"Hey, I like disobedient newcomers the most."

"Since you don't like it, I'll teach you what it means to like it!"

After saying that, he clenched his fists and waved it to Old John...

Like Old John, the strong man was wearing the shackles of the demons on his hands and feet, and he was obviously a professional. Since he could become the leader of the prisoners, even among professionals, he might be extremely powerful.

This is because although the forbidden demon shackles can imprison the power of professionals, they cannot change their physical fitness. The stronger the professionals, the better their physical fitness is.

The prisoner leader punched Old John in the face, which actually caused a gust of fist.

However, Old John did not hide at all and watched his fists come quietly.

The prisoner leader's smile became even more ferocious.

He seemed to see the other party being beaten to the head with blood.

However, the moment his fist hit Old John, a faint glow emanated from the surface of Old John's body. The prisoner leader felt that he hit an iron plate. The severe pain came, making him unable to help but change his expression and exclaim in pain.

Looking at his red fist, he looked at the unscathed old John, and the prisoner leader's expression became inconsolable:

"You...who are you? Why are you not imprisoned by the forbidden demon shackles?!"

"I am John, just an ordinary person who pursues light."

Old John sighed softly.

The light on his body gradually faded away, as if it had never appeared.

That is the power of God's favor.

Although the forbidden demon shackles imprisoned him to use the power of faith and communicate with the gods, as a god's favor, the blessings of the true god are engraved in his bones.

Except for other gods who can break the power of faith, the common unbeliever and evil god believers cannot harm him as long as they cannot use powerful enough extraordinary power.

This is almost a secret that only God-followed people know, and it is also the capital that Old John can walk on the continent of Seges with his body as a mortal.

"Pretending! Something must be hidden in it! Come on me, beat him up and search him well!"

The prisoner leader ordered the other prisoners fiercely.

With his order, the prisoners roared and rushed forward, attacking Old John.

However, after a golden light, they screamed in pain and were shocked to the ground by the recoil force of their fists or ankles...

After only a moment, all the prisoners besieging Old John lay on the ground, moaning constantly.

The prisoner leader's expression changed completely.

"Who are you?"

His expression was already filled with a hint of vigilance and fear.

"A ordinary person who pursues justice and equality."

Old John sighed.

“Justice? Equality?”

The prisoner leader was slightly stunned.

Then, he sneered:

"There is no justice and equality in this world. It's just a prey on the weak, and the winner is the king!"

However, Old John just shook his head gently.

He glanced deeply at the prisoner leader and said:

"I know you."

"I?"

The prisoner leader was slightly stunned.

Old John's eyes stopped on the other party's wrist, which looked like a wolf-headed thorn, and said:

"More than 20 years ago, the Empire once gave birth to a military god. He led the Imperial army to defeat the army of the Orc Alliance and achieved peace for more than 20 years..."

"However, after the victory of the war, he was persecuted by the great nobles, slandered as a blasphemer, and imprisoned in the most indestructible prison in the world of Holy Mannia and even the entire Segus, and was imprisoned in the dungeon of the Castle of Doloria, which was a large number of political prisoners and pagans..."

"This is almost a household name among the civilians of the Holy Mannian Empire."

As he said that, Old John glanced deeply at the prisoner leader:

"And his logo is the wolf totem on his wrist."

The prisoner leader was silent.

Old John sighed lightly and continued:

"Of course, Lord Charles, when did you really think of yourself as a prisoner? When did you start to give up everything completely?"

After hearing Old John's words, the prisoner leader was confused.
To be continued...