Chapter 842 - 819 Holy Maiden Preaching
"…The Lord of the Dead, Cranvo, is the Ferryman of the people, guiding the essence of the deceased to its rightful place in the cycle of reincarnation. The most devout believers will be directly accepted by their gods to each Divine Kingdom, while those who are not accepted by the gods will have their fate decided by the Lord of the Dead…"
"…Unlike His predecessors, Cranvo does not see the dead as His property, to be enslaved and tormented at will. For, upon His ascent to godhood, He promised all mortals that every soul shall receive a fair judgment—Cranvo will read through the life experiences of the judged but will not evaluate them based on His own moral standards. Whether good or evil, cruel or kind, He will send the judged to the appropriate outer plane, where only those with the same moral outlook reside, and that is the retribution they deserve…"
"…As for those without a strong moral inclination who have not committed serious crimes, they will find restful slumber in Cranvo’s realm, and once everything related to them is thoroughly forgotten, they can reincarnate and be reborn as humans…"
"…Oh mortals! Death is not the end but a wondrous interlude in an eternal journey. Remember this great name, Cranvo! He will wait for everyone at the end, but there is no need to fear this great Ferryman, for He is the righteous escort, offering salvation and compassion…"
Although Little Jing appeared thin and frail, this did not diminish the power of her words. Everyone was listening intently as she described a just, honest, and straightforward god. For the townsfolk trapped in this land, seemingly unable to escape forever, it was an ideal and perfect image with an irresistible allure.
As Little Jing was giving her speech, Lancelot turned his head and saw Alamir and Tanya also among the crowd. He waved to them, signaling his presence.
"I knew you’d be fine!" The Elf smiled and nodded as he squeezed beside Lancelot, "Why did you take so long to come back? Were you delayed?"
"Did you see the projection in the sky last night?"
"I was already awake when you left; it was impossible not to notice." Alamir shrugged, "Were you there too?"
"I only saw the beginning. As soon as we got what we came for, we headed straight for the Ancient Temple." Lancelot nodded towards Little Jing still speaking, "This was the directive of our master; we spread Cranvo’s doctrine, letting people know that the true Lord of the Dead is another being. This way, Peyton Derrick won’t have the chance to become a real god."