Such a colossal statue of Roxavius, such a magnificent temple. Now the believers believe that this is not a royal hoax, otherwise the cost of such a hoax would be far too high.

If you really want to execute them, just use a knife; there's no need for all this beating around the bush.

But a new question arises: why would the royal family of Dalos go to such lengths to build a temple and gather so many believers? Shouldn't divine authority and royal authority be mortal enemies?

However, those who had these thoughts were generally older priests and believers, while some younger or even younger Dalos were clapping and celebrating.

One thing is certain.

Regardless of which believer they were or whether they had any doubts, their eyes were filled with tears at that moment.

The statue of Loxivs is undoubtedly a rare treasure, and even devout believers can only see it at the biannual gathering.

Keeping a religious statue in one's own home is undoubtedly a very dangerous thing.

Many people don't have the courage or the resources to do this.

The biannual gathering itself is fraught with risk, which means that a large portion of the believers have never even seen the image of Loxavius.

Nevertheless, when they saw the statue, they all felt a shared sense of emotion, which even touched the soldiers guarding the statue.

Most of the soldiers had never seen the temple and the statue before, and some of them, who had little exposure to the updated images, didn't even understand what the sculpture meant, but they were still involuntarily infected by this emotion.

Inmar stood in the monitoring room of a small building outside the temple, watching a three-dimensional screen display a personalized image, looking like it was crying tears of joy.

For some reason, she suddenly began to look forward to it, and hoped that Roxevius really existed.

...

Time flies like an arrow; more than ten days have passed in a flash. Thousands of believers, their priests, and theologians, filled with excitement and fervor, are preparing for the first legal and public sacrificial ceremony of their lives.

Of course, this public disclosure is only relative, but it's still much better than being like a rat crossing the street, living in constant fear.

The old scholar who once produced the Praise of the Westward Blossom was also a priest of the Westward Blossom sect. Now, because of his contributions, he is revered as the High Priest.

To be able to make such a great contribution in one's twilight years, to dedicate everything to the true God, is truly an immense blessing for a fanatical believer.

At this moment, the high priest named Bama was standing in front of a construction site. Before him were numerous pieces of equipment and airborne transport devices, as well as a large number of modular installation facilities, ready to be painted onto the designated area with extremely high efficiency.

It is 30 meters high, oval-shaped, and features numerous divine emblems and inscriptions in the focal area, as recorded in the Bible of the Western Hui sect.

Inmar walked over to him and asked him in a low voice.

"High Priest, is it really alright to do this?"

The High Priest of Bama turned his head, his old, wrinkled, green face filled with helplessness.

"There's nothing we can do. We've lost too much. All we remember about the altar is that it was oval-shaped and had a certain height, but not too high. We can only fill in the rest with our imagination."

"Is it really okay to use the Xihui Bible, which we ourselves have fabricated and supplemented?"

Compared to other things, what Inmar was more worried about was this: the tattered Bible in their hands had only ten pages of text, while the rumored Evening Glory Bible had a total of 120 pages. In other words, the remaining 110 pages were all made up by them.

On this point, the Malaysian High Priest appeared quite relaxed.

“Commander Inmar, I can tell you very clearly that the true God has never established the Bible. The so-called Bible is just a book written by mortals who speculate on the true God’s intentions.”

“I don’t know what the original complete Bible was like, but it certainly contained a lot of purely religious things and was not immune to the desire for power. It was a Bible that was edited by several generations of priests to benefit themselves. From this point of view, our current Xihui Shengjing is more in line with the true will of the true God.”

Behind them was a new team of priests, who listened attentively to the conversation ahead.

These priests are now the newest ones, and they travel every day in their own private spaceships to prison camps, vagrant management camps, and slums.

Almost every day, new priests are trained and sent to other planets to indoctrinate death row inmates, the homeless, and those who are captured by accident with brainwashing beliefs.

The first ritual planned by the High Priest would require at least 100,000 people, far more than the current number.

Ordinary people were out of the question, and the Dalos royal family wasn't prepared for that either, so they had to target those in the gray areas.

...

At this moment, His Majesty Emperor Dalos, located in the Dalos Palace, was staring intently at the three-dimensional virtual screen in the distance. Standing behind him was another important minister, Risop.

"Your Majesty, how long do you think this trial should last?"

His Majesty the Emperor did not answer that question, but instead asked Da Cheng another question.

"Have the rescue ships been dispatched to the location of the distress signal?"

"Your Majesty, a total of ten rescue fleets departed from the outer starports ten days ago."

His Majesty the Emperor turned to continue watching the temple construction process on the 3D screen, a slight smile appearing on his face.

"Continue until the rescue ships find the person, or continue until the rescue ships believe they cannot find the person."

"And then what?"

Minister Rythorpe asked a question on a whim, but immediately realized he had said too much.

"Lord Risop, record the names and information of these people. If by then, the sacrifices and prayers will still have no effect."

“Execute everyone, including Inerma!”

"Hehe~ This is the price of faith."

Risop broke out in a cold sweat, his mouth went dry, and he didn't know what to say.

"Oh, and make sure you keep all the information about Roxevius, understand?"

Risorp quickly responded.

"Your subject understands!"

...

But the peace did not last long. While the entire Alliance of Civilizations was shaken by the sudden visit of the Protoss, some areas on the periphery of the Alliance were suddenly attacked by unknown forces.

During normal patrol time, the signal of an entire small fleet suddenly disappeared from the border control signals of the Allied Defense Forces.

A frigate swayed left and right, trying to escape. The spaceship pilot used almost every trick in the book, making full use of his skills as a star-level pilot, but in the bionic radar, the blurry "enemy" was still like a leech clinging to a bone.

"Captain, my hands can't hold on much longer!!!"

The driver's right hand was covered in blood, a wound sustained in the previous impact. He was undergoing intensive surgery and was enduring immense pain.

"Was the signal sent?"

The captain asked the communications officer?

Or a desperate reply: "No, it's still blocked..."