I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

[Name: Godfall Village Priest (Friendly)]

[Level: lv40]

[Skills: Summon, Deceit]

John saw the panel information and slightly furrowed his brow.

Although the priest was marked as friendly, there was a countdown behind it.

After some quick calculations, it seemed that the friendly status would expire by dawn.

Could it be that these priests were indeed friendly to them, but only at night?

If that was the case, escaping this place just became another possibility.

"Is it only by disrupting the ritual that we can leave?"

John asked directly, causing Archibald to be completely taken aback.

Who asks like that?

After all, the man is a priest of the village, how could you...

"Yes..."

The priest, as if controlled by something, even his tone of response slowed down, yet he nodded firmly.

Archibald was even more baffled.

So asking directly was actually effective?

It seems in this world, straightforwardness really does the trick!

Isabella and Amelia also exchanged a look, never having imagined such a thing was possible!

Most importantly, these matters could actually be directly asked and answered, which was utterly outrageous!

John fell briefly silent, "How can we destroy it?"

The others were speechless, astounded that he would even ask such a question; it might as well be asking directly how to escape.

For a moment, Leopold didn't know what to say, only able to look at John with admiration filling his eyes.

"Kill... everyone..."

The priest spoke with pauses, as if he were a malfunctioning robot.

Upon hearing these words, John instantly frowned, uncertain what this so-called "kill everyone" truly implied.

[Ding! Main Quest Updated!]

[Main Quest: Escape Godfall Village, Destroy Dark God Will.]

[The Godfall Village, tainted by the dark god, seems to harbor secrets unknown to outsiders. The natives gain a flicker of consciousness at midnight, and destroying their ritual appears to be the only way out.]

[Quest Targets: Godfall Village Priest 0/20, Godfall Village Captain 0/50, Godfall Village Disciple 0/500.]

Upon seeing this new main quest, John felt a slight relief in his heart.

Honestly, he didn't mind these monster-killing missions at all; in fact, he found them rather comforting.

At least they now had a clear objective, unlike before when they were merely groping their way across the river.

Having this objective was indeed a good thing for them.

Moreover, during the day, these priests would revert to their evil selves; perhaps slaying them was a mercy in disguise.

"How can we lift the restrictions placed on us here?"

John asked again, feeling that as long as he raised the question, the person would surely respond.

Though the replies might not be comprehensive, they were still beneficial to them.

True to his expectation, upon his inquiry, the person visibly stuttered, and his expression twitched slightly.

Archibald and the others watched apprehensively, fearing that the person might suddenly attack them.

"There's... no way..."

Hearing this answer, although they had braced themselves, disappointment was inevitable.

After all, everyone hoped that regaining their original strength would make dealing with those people much easier!

Now that there was no way…

"I understand, thank you."

John said calmly, the priest looked at him and tilted his head slightly, remaining silent.

This behavior unnerved the onlookers, making them feel as if something bad was about to happen.

"You… leave…"

The priest stammered out these somewhat incomprehensible words.

John asked several more questions, but all elicited the same response.

It seemed, no matter what, they were eager for John to leave as soon as possible.

John could only sigh, no longer pursuing further inquiries, as he truly did not know what to do next.

After all, many things were still unclear to him.

As the priest slowly walked away, those around him gathered, their expressions growing particularly solemn.

"Do you think what the priest just said is credible? I always feel like they're different from how they are during the day," Isabella said, unable to hide her hesitation.

"I feel the same... they seem different," Amelia added, her face marked by doubt.

During the day, they had indeed witnessed how utterly ruthless these people could be, almost as if they could hardly wait to kill them!

But now, they seemed so agreeable, like a rusted machine.

This gave off a completely different impression and indeed made it hard to grasp what was happening.

"I believe this secret realm wouldn't leave us without any solutions. These natives are our danger, but they are also our opportunity," John reflected.

"The power of the dark god is beyond our control. If we truly have no reinforcements at all, then the only thing waiting for us is a dead end!"

Archibald fell silent, acknowledging that this was indeed their only path...

And now, with no other options, they had to proceed as best they could.

Everyone began to rest properly, waiting for dawn the next day.

The next day, John and his companions were surprised to find that the clones had returned to their previous little mounds.

John then realized that these clones also had a time limit.

They existed for about eight hours.

In that case, if they wanted to utilize this assistance during the night, they would need to carefully plan their timing.

"This is actually good; it's fortunate that we can make them disappear now. Otherwise, if such a large group of us went straight into the village, how could we possibly not be caught?"

"Let's split up and proceed separately."

John quickly assigned tasks to everyone, then he himself swiftly made his way to the edge of the village.

Perhaps because they had escaped the day before, the village was now under strict surveillance, with some followers guarding even the peripheries.

These people were always on high alert, watching the surroundings as if they feared someone might slip past them unnoticed.

John took advantage of their shift change to quickly slip into the village.

John looked around cautiously to ensure no one had noticed him before he allowed himself a slight sigh of relief.

Although he wasn't afraid of these demons and specters, avoiding trouble was certainly preferable.

He followed the wall until he reached the courtyard of the bride they had encountered before.

The old women who had been there were gone, replaced by young girls.

However, the makeup on these young girls' faces was especially horrifying.

Their faces were coated with a thick layer of white, like flour, and their lips were painted a vivid red, as if stained with fresh blood.

The youngest girl sat in the courtyard, dressed in a pristine wedding gown.

Although she was smiling, her smile was eerily twisted.

"It's just your bad luck that all the brides have run away. But don't worry, as long as the deity is pleased, we will still have good days ahead," said a few slightly more mature women as they continuously sprinkled something over the girls.

John clearly saw the brides' faces contort with struggle, but it seemed as though they were controlled by something, forced to keep smiling.

Yet, that smile turned exceptionally sinister and chilling.