Before the divine fire was ignited, the connection between Rosen and most shallow believers was very weak.

If the other party does not contact him actively, he can only vaguely sense his emotions.

After the sacred fire was lit, the situation improved dramatically.

After feeling Oriande's prayer, he just urged himself with a thought and easily and secretly entered Oriande's soul, and obtained all the information he perceived about the surrounding environment.

He saw that Oriande was in the suburbs of Gray City, accompanied by 28 companions, including Ms. Gwenevere Temple, who was almost roasted just now.

Everyone present had different expressions.

Some are confused, some are angry, some are afraid, and some are desperate.

"We can't escape. Give up. We are no match for the Night Assassin."

"Give up? No, never!"

"Even if I die, I will bite a piece of meat off these damn hounds!"

"Yes, since we have taken the first step in the struggle, we must fight to the end!"

"The problem is, four of our brothers have been killed, and we haven't even seen the other side."

Amid the discussion, Lady Guinevere looked at Oriande, who had remained silent.

"Brother, tell me, what should we do?"

Oriande prayed for help to Rosen in his heart, but he was struggling in his heart.

Rosen easily sensed his thoughts.

"You still don't trust me, do you have a resistance to a mysterious and powerful person who is high above you and who you don't know whether he is a god or a devil?"

He completely understood Oriande's thoughts, because a capable person will be proud and will never bow to others easily, even if that person shows extraordinary abilities.

He did not rush things and waited for things to develop.

On the other side, Oriande was naturally aware of the seriousness of the current situation. He took a deep breath and finally spoke.

"Brothers and sisters, look at the staff in my hand. It is called the Staff of Death Prophecy."

"You have all witnessed its powerful strength with your own eyes, and you must be curious about the source of the magical weapon."

As he spoke, he looked around at everyone and said, "Let me tell you the truth. The person who gave me the staff called himself Rosen, the Sun God of War."

"He said he was the true God."

"He said he sympathized with our situation."

"He also said that if we encounter any difficult situations, we should pray to him in our hearts, and he will surely grant us divine grace to help us overcome the difficulties."

At this point, Oriande took another deep breath.

"To be honest, this true god is extremely powerful, but he appeared too suddenly, and his origins and background are completely unknown. I really can't trust him completely."

"In fact, I fear this is a terrible trap."

"But now, we have indeed encountered an insurmountable dilemma. Even if I have this powerful staff, it is difficult to resist the assassin's sneak attack in the dark."

"So, brothers and sisters, how do you choose?"

"Should we rely on our own strength and do everything we can to overcome this difficulty, or should we follow this mysterious and powerful god of war?"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

After a long time, the desperate person spoke.

“I think we should follow this god of war because he has saved our lives through the hands of the Olariande brothers.”

"Since we already owe him a life, even if it is based on the simplest principle of fair trade, we should follow him."

This statement was extremely convincing, and at least half of the people nodded in agreement.

But Guinevere shook her head without hesitation.

"I refuse to follow any being who claims to be God."

"The goal of our Brotherhood is to overthrow the high and mighty Moon City. This mysterious Sun God of War may be a new 'Moon City'."

"So, I would rather die for a great ideal than become a slave to the powerful again!"

Someone immediately refuted it.

"No, Ms. Dumbo, I think you are wrong."

"Our ideal is indeed to overthrow Moon City, but our purpose in overthrowing Moon City is to restore hope to the mortal world."

"If this Sun God of War really sympathizes with us, he should allow us mortals to build our own world, and he certainly won't play with our fate like he did in Moon City."

"But at present, our strength is too weak to compete with the Eye of Dawn. It is not shameful to seek the protection of a benevolent and powerful person."

Someone immediately agreed.

"Yes, that's right."

Someone immediately objected.

"No, that's not right. There are no kind strong people in this world. There are only hypocritical strong people!"

"That's right, all strong people are untrustworthy!"

"The stronger a person is, the more brutal he is! This has been proven countless times!"

Seeing that the two sides were at a stalemate, Oriande could not bear it anymore and shouted loudly.

"Brothers and sisters, there is no time for argument."

"Since there are difficulties ahead, let's choose a path that will allow us to survive."

"After all, only by living can there be a future!"

This statement was agreed by almost everyone, except Guinevere.

She took a step back on her own initiative and stood on the outskirts of the team, a look of determination showing on her slightly pale face.

"Brothers and sisters, I will never follow any specific life again, even if this life is a so-called God!"

"I also believe that there has never been a so-called God in this world. It is just a term given by the strong to intimidate the weak."

"You guys should leave quickly. I will stay here and try to buy you some time."

The meaning of this was clear: she decided to be martyred.

Oliande was shocked when he heard this: "Ms. Dengbo, you don't have to do this!"

"I have made up my mind, Oliande. Go ahead and lead your brothers and sisters forward. I know you can do it."

"And I don't intend to owe anyone a favor."

"Since this so-called God saved my life, I will give it back to him."

After saying this, the resolute woman walked back along the same path.

Oriande watched for a while, took a deep breath, and then looked away: "Everyone, let us pray to Rosen, the sun god of war!"

As he spoke, he began to recite the prayer.

"Great Sun God of War Rosen, I am Oriande, an insignificant mortal, and I beg you to help us~help us get out of this desperate situation."

Rosen listened quietly to the prayers, carefully feeling the power of faith gathered from each believer, as well as the source essence deposited in the power of faith.

Unlike the believers outside the abyss, these believers are very close to him.

When they pray with concentration, the channel of faith between the two sides is far more stable and stronger than that between distant believers.

But the strange thing is that the amount of source energy gathered is not much, even less than that of the imperial believers outside the abyss.

'Why is this happening?'

I can’t figure it out for now, but saving lives is the most important thing at this time.

Rosen has extensive experience in helping believers out of difficult situations.

He thought for a moment, then followed the channel of faith and bestowed a spell of time and space invisibility on every praying believer, and named it the 'War God's Protection Cloak'.

At the same time, he also slightly revealed a breath of divine fire.

The breath of the sacred fire is the breath of the gods.

To mortals, this aura is extremely grand and majestic. When faced with it, they will involuntarily feel a strong sense of insignificance.

Sure enough, the members of the Longshan Brotherhood who were praying were all shaken violently, with expressions of extreme disbelief on their faces.

Those with weaker wills fell to their knees and began shouting loudly.

"Praise the great Sun God of War~~~"

"Great Sun God of War, you are the sun in the sky. I am willing to follow you forever."

For a while, there were constant shouts.

Oriande also had a look of shock, but he was very strong and managed not to lose his composure.

But he became more and more in awe of Rosen.

With the power bestowed by the Sun God of War, he felt much more at ease and whispered, "God has protected us with his cloak. We are safe."

Someone whispered, "What about Ms. Dumbo? Are we really going to give up on her?"

Oriande sighed: "It's not that we gave up on her, it's that she chose her own path."

"Everyone knows her character. She is even harder than Obsidian Gold. Once she makes a final decision, she will never look back."

This is true. Everyone was speechless and could only sigh inwardly.

Regardless, as their pursuers approached, the various members of the Dragon Mountain Brotherhood used their newly acquired spells and disappeared into the wilderness.

But no one knew that Oriande was still praying silently to Rosen in his heart.

"Merciful Sun God of War, please save Ms. Guinevere Temple."

"She was a tough and noble warrior, and a rare magic genius. She shouldn't have died so easily."

"If you can convince her that she can follow you, she will definitely become your most staunch believer."

Rosen listened to these words quietly, and at the same time, through the time-space insight technique, he watched the back of the martyred female warrior from afar.

This was undoubtedly a mortal worth saving.

Not only because of his strong character, but also because a great God must have a large number of steadfast supporters.

But Rosen couldn't say whether he could convince her or not, he could only say that he would try his best.

So he responded to Oriande.

"Orande, every mortal has his or her own destiny. I respect the free will of every mortal, and I will never use force to make anyone submit."

"While I admire the character of this lady and will talk to her, it is up to her free will to decide which path she will take."

Oriande was filled with joy, and once again he truly felt the noble, kind, and tolerant character of this mysterious and great man, and a wonderful emotion arose in his heart.

There is recognition and dependence, just like facing a wise elder.

He said sincerely: "Praise you, the great one who is kind and forgiving."

Almost at the same time, Rosen discovered that the source energy from Oriande suddenly increased.

This made Rosen think: "Could it be related to the strength of faith?"

There seems to be a correlation, but it's not absolute.

Because among the 28 members of the Longshan Brotherhood, there are several people whose faith is much stronger than Oriande, but they do not have much essence.

The specific results need to be observed with more samples.

Of course, saving lives is the most important thing now.

After thinking about it, he used the secret passage technique and teleported directly to Gwenevere's side.

But he did not show up directly, but hid nearby, waiting quietly.

(End of this chapter)