Undead God: I Can Extract Everything

Using special methods, they obtained the Strength from the Church of Holy Light to defend this land.

And when the Church of Holy Light wanted to extend its Strength to this land, the forefathers of the Alliance struck back. In order to defend the land, thirteen of the Alliance elders, who had borrowed power from the Church of Holy Light, gallantly sacrificed themselves.

With their lives, they thoroughly cut off the thoughts of the Church of Holy Light invading the Alliance!

This bought the Alliance two to three hundred years of time!”

From Donald Morgan’s fragmented narration, Dean McKenzie could feel the tragic grandeur of that historical period.

“What happened next?”

“Members within the Alliance gradually began to turn corrupt, secretly affiliating themselves with the Church of Holy Light in order to gain power.

Afterwards, the Alliance began to be slowly eroded by the power of the Church of Holy Light.

Although there were still individuals within the Alliance resisting this erosion, as time passed, this erosion became increasingly serious.

Currently, the Strength of the Church of Holy Light has even reached the point where it is about to suppress everything!”

At this point, Donald Morgan let out a long sigh, his face and heart full of bitterness and anger!

“The reason the Alliance is what it is now, with rampant corruption internally and various Churches running rampant externally, is entirely due to the consequences of the Alliance confronting the Church of Holy Light.

And after the Church of Holy Light gradually started to win, they not only had no intention of changing the situation, but even had plans to worsen the environment within the Alliance.

This was because of their ‘Plan of God’s Descent’.

They planned to create fear and chaos, to let the entire Alliance fall into…”

Seeing Donald Morgan becoming more and more agitated, Dean McKenzie quickly interrupted him, “Hold on, hold on. I know you’re very worked up right now, but calm down, okay? Just tell me first, what role does Anthony play in all this?

Is he one of those people who oppose the Church of Holy Light, or is he one of them?

This is very important. I need to adjust my perspective first!”

“Huh?”

Donald Morgan choked at Dean’s interruption. Donald Morgan was passionately discussing the future destiny of their nation and the Alliance, and Dean was asking whose side Anthony stood on!

What’s up with that? Did Dean think this was a school trip? If Anthony didn’t go, would Dean choose not to go as well?

But Donald Morgan responded anyway, “Anthony is a staunch supporter of the Alliance within the Church of Holy Light.

In their eyes, this world belongs to the Alliance. They don’t allow any foreign so-called ‘gods’ to extend their hands into this world, not even the Church of Holy Light which is their source of Strength.

That’s why he lost his candidacy as an heir to the Church twenty years ago.

Now that the foreign Church of Holy Light is completely in power, those of Anthony’s faction are being purged!”

Upon hearing these words, Dean finally breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, “Then these bastards are just asking for it!”

After all, Dean hadn’t been in this world very long, and he couldn’t exactly say that he had deep love for this world, let alone the idea of confronting a foreign god for it.

But if it was for Anthony, then Dean felt he could!

At the same time that Dean said these words, Donald Morgan also solemnly stood up and extended an olive branch to Dean McKenzie again, “Although we don’t have the same ideals, we now have a common goal. Therefore, I sincerely invite you to join our organization.

Our organization is called the “Dawn”!”

“Eh!”

Dean was not interested in the olive branch that Donald Morgan had extended again.

After all, the size of the organization couldn’t be large if even Donald Morgan was one of the thirteen elders. He wasn’t interested in playing house with a bunch of six or seventh-turn professionals.

Additionally, it seemed that the house they were playing was aimed at a foreign god.

However, Dean casually asked a question, “If I join your organization, what benefits will I receive?”

Dean’s question left Donald Morgan in silence for a while.

“You’re the first one to ask about benefits amongst all the members who have joined the organization?”

“What, does everyone in your organization work for love?”

“What do you mean by ‘work for love’?”

“Working for an ideal without expecting any compensation!”

“Shouldn’t it be like that for a noble ideal?”

“I could understand others saying this, but aren’t you Donald Morgan? Despite being raised in the dark environment of the Bloody Church, you always seem to not understand the world as if you’re some innocent little girl.

While striving for a noble ideal is indeed magnificent, you can’t expect everyone in an organization to be of this kind, right?

And besides, aren’t you trying to pull me in, a relatively practical guy who doesn’t really have any noble ideals?

Forget about the ideals. Just tell me what benefits I will get if I join your side.

I’m telling you, as long as the pay is right, I’ll defeat all the evil gods in the foreign realm for you!”

Hearing Dean’s words, Donald Morgan was silent for a moment, then said after a while, “Our organization doesn’t have much to offer, we can’t give you too many benefits.”

“So you still want me to work for you for free then?”

“No, you just said that as long as the salary is good enough, you’re willing to defeat all the foreign realm’s evil gods for me right?

I’ve gotten my hands on a treasure vault of the Bloody God Church’s heritage. It contains treasures accumulated over hundreds of years by the Bloody God Church. Are you interested?”

Upon hearing Donald’s words, Dean couldn’t help but narrow his eyes, “Since you’ve put it that way, it’s very hard for me not to be interested!

Tell me, what do you plan to use that wealth for me to do?

Rescue Anthony, or confront the Church of Holy Light?”

“Neither!”

Donald Morgan shook his head and looked at Dean McKenzie, speaking word for word, “I want you to fulfill your promise, and help me defeat the Bloody God!”

“Pfft!”

Dean McKenzie, who was drinking soup, spat it out on the spot!