What is truly awe-inspiring is not only the brutal battle scenes and the unstoppable offensive, but also the profound resonance of hearts filled with faith.
The holographic image had been manipulated; this was a basic fact that all the believers and priests present understood. Even so, the will and faith of the Protos warriors seemed to emanate from the image and strike straight into people's hearts.
After the effect of less than one gram was finished playing, many Dalos people began to breathe heavily, having barely dared to breathe loudly just moments before.
"Children of the true God! Do you see them? These are the Protoss, who call themselves the people of the gods and have been searching for their creator in the stars. Their faith makes them strong, and they firmly believe in the existence of the true God."
At this point, High Priest Ma paused for a moment.
"It shouldn't be summarized so simply. The Protoss are a religious civilization that has never been interrupted. They have preserved the records of the gods and can even use the power that the gods bestowed upon them in the past."
"Children, do you know why the Protoss are so powerful? It's because their faith in the true God has never ceased and remains steadfast."
"Now, we also have the opportunity, and the possibility, to become as powerful as the Protoss!"
While listening to High Priest Bama's words in the control room of the tower, Inmar couldn't help but purse his lips.
What this old guy said was really ridiculous. It was as if believing in a true god would allow him to stand on equal footing with the Protos and gain the same power as them.
As one of the high-ranking officials of Dalos, Inmar knew some detailed information about the Protoss people.
This race is born with powerful mental abilities, enabling them to communicate through the mind and also to access the mysterious "psychic energy" in the universe that has never been proven by any civilization.
They are all exceptionally strong physically, possess the ability to continuously evolve in battle, and have unwavering faith and tenacious will, making them a truly formidable fighting race in the universe.
Inmar also learned that powerful beings among the Protos, such as the Psionic Warriors, are beyond the scope of current scientific explanation; they can even teleport by making their physical bodies ethereal.
As for the captains or even generals of their fleet, it's unclear what abilities they possess.
This is truly a strength honed through countless trials since the old era.
The High Priest of Bama continued his sermon in the square below.
"Tomorrow, we will hold the first priesthood for the true God in this new era. This will be a momentous event that will be recorded in history. As long as we receive the response of the true God, you will be the saints who will accomplish all of this!"
After the high priest of Bama finished his passionate sermon, the applause from the audience was sparse. Nine out of ten of the 100,000 people were wicked people who had been forced to "believe" in this so-called Xihui religion.
I listened to an old, wrinkled man ramble on and on. To be honest, apart from the holographic image that was truly stunning, I didn't really hear what the old man said after that.
Some people even think that the holographic images are also a kind of synthetic technology, and can be viewed as movies, although they are somewhat too realistic.
Inmar couldn't bear to watch any longer and whispered a few words into the signal device.
At the edge of the square, soldiers armed with live ammunition raised their guns and cracked their electric whips.
Many of the seasoned thugs immediately perked up and clapped, quickly leading to thunderous applause from the entire audience.
The High Priest of Bama on this platform had a green glow on his face, and it felt as if green blood was rushing to his head, as if he could already see the scene of meeting the true God after his death.
In the control room of the tower, Risop and Inmar looked at each other, both amused and exasperated. This situation did not look like a success at all; it was a bunch of scoundrels who had even thinned out the originally steadfast believers.
His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire also watched this scene in the palace. He originally thought that this old scholar, Bama, would come up with something interesting, so he specially allowed Inmar to show Bama the battle footage of the Protoss Protoss.
Only advanced civilizations like the Dalos Empire, with their significant status within the alliance, possess this information; other smaller civilizations cannot even access it.
Setting down the royal beverage in my hand, my expectations for this so-called new religion diminished a little.
...
Before dawn the next day, the earth was still pitch black, but a large, densely packed group of Dalos people had already gathered at the foot of the 30-meter-high platform in front of the sculpture in the temple square.
This is the group of believers, a mix of true and false, who watched the video materials and listened to the preaching of the "Great God of Bama" yesterday.
Everyone had a copy of the new Bible, while the High Priest of Barma and a group of devout priests stood on a high platform, seemingly aware of the true nature of the people below.
The entire surface of the platform is covered with carvings of the new Bible, mostly depicting fantasies about the true God.
The priests, who had been chattering incessantly for the past month or so, remained completely silent today, from the moment of their dedication onward, their expressions solemn throughout.
Even thugs and hooligans, under such circumstances, couldn't help but restrain themselves, at least refraining from making jokes.
...
Wu You yawned on Earth, a part of his consciousness watching this scene on Dalos Royal Capital Star.
"It's finally time to start calling on your true god. I've been thinking about reverse plundering lately, and it's given me a nervous breakdown. This is a good time to relax."
Not only Wu You, but a considerable number of netizens around the world are sitting in front of their screens or in bars, waiting to watch this live broadcast.
These netizens have already flooded various forums, online communities, and websites with their posts. They've seen funny things over the years, but never anything this funny.
How interesting it would be to directly fool an alien civilization! Okay, the power level of the participants must be quite high, and to some extent they are definitely qualified to be the true gods of that civilization, but the excitement of digging a pit and letting people jump in is irresistible.
Because everyone knows about this, the anticipation is strangely exciting, as if one is also fooling the participants.
The live stream camera then panned to a strange space where the light was distorted on all sides.
At this point, viewers can see three figures here, the one in the middle is not a person, but a statue as tall as a person.
"Hey, can you even draw? You've drawn all the lines wrong, I can see it in the mirror!"
Seated in the center is a six-winged angel, but unlike the other white-winged angels, this one has transparent, crystal-blue wings, clearly not an ordinary being.
Another one that surprised everyone was actually the dreadlord Saraso.
Goodness, the Dreadlord is acting as a "makeup artist," and angels and demons are collaborating again under these circumstances. It's quite dramatic in itself.
"Stop talking nonsense! I'm an excellent artist, how could I make a mistake? Look closely, this is called naturalizing the texture. A statue is a statue after all, and many of the textures on it look stiff!"
"Let me teach you how to act!"
"Bullshit! Do I need you to teach me?"
Netizens were stunned. The angel actually used foul language! Dude, you're still live streaming, you didn't know that?!
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