"You mean that young friend? He does indeed possess the seed of a true god, and will become an incomparably powerful true god in the future, but he is still far from it now. Faith can easily lead people astray, and we should protect him." The old man shook his head slightly, and waved his hand to stop the general and the guards who were excitedly trying to come forward to pay their respects.
Analia glanced at the other person with some disdain, too lazy to reply.
His abilities are passable, but he comes from a small town, and despite his age, he is still short-sighted and lacks any political acumen.
She clearly remembered that the Holy Lord had told her that the Holy Light appreciated those who knew when to advance and retreat.
Since the Holy Lord stood in front of that monster instead of choosing a strategic retreat, it can only mean that everything is under control.
As a mature follower, one should naturally give the Holy Lord a stage to perform.
After all, the angel who accompanied the Holy Lord to the Wasteland had already reported to her that the Holy Lord was very pleased after personally killing the guardian of the Wasteland and praised Sheena for stopping in time.
What that wretched undead creature can do, she, a dignified seraph, can certainly do as well.
In the words of ancient books, it is called "learning the superior techniques of the barbarians to control the barbarians".
As she thought about it, Analia's lips curled up involuntarily, and even her wings flapped more lightly.
On the other side, Jiang Yan, standing on the dragon's head, was naturally unaware of the strange and wonderful thoughts running through the mind of his little angel.
However, he had indeed anticipated this scene. The infamous Fusion Demon was a boss-level existence even during the Second Abyss Riot, and countless lords had failed against it.
So, as early as the first day of the great battle, he rode a giant dragon to the battlefield.
This battle lasted for nearly 40 hours, with countless casualties on both sides. He has absorbed more than 100,000 units of death essence from it!
Seeing the fusion demon hurtling towards him like a mountain, Jiang Yan smiled faintly and pointed his Cataclysmic Staff in the distance.
The skull at the top, which had become "docile" after being inlaid with gems, now had its eye sockets flashing with a bright red light again, staring straight at the oncoming behemoth as if it had come to life.
The natural disaster comes with the ability "instant death," activate it!
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Only Jiang Yan could clearly see countless fine lines of law drilling into the fused demon body, and all its vitality and soul were uncontrollably sucked into the skull.
Click—!
A faint chewing sound rang out, and the tentacle that was just a few meters away from touching Jiang Yan lost all its activity and drooped limply.
The entire body disintegrated inch by inch, leaving only a piece of colorless, rotten flesh in the center—that was the fusion demon's true form.
"Evil spirits must not look directly at the gods; their only fate is death."
Jiang Yan put away his staff, stood at the dragon's head, and his deep voice, amplified by his magic, clearly reached everyone's ears.
This scene stunned everyone in the city.
This is what they see:
A massive and invincible monster charged toward Jiang Yan.
The monster revealed a ferocious, victorious smile.
The monster had a significant advantage and extended its tentacles to attack.
The demon and Jiang Yan locked eyes.
The monster is dead.
"Is this a new oracle?"
Unlike the stunned guards, the angels, including Analia, grew increasingly fanatical.
"Evil spirits must not look directly at the gods; their only fate is death."
"Evil spirits must not be..."
They repeated the same words over and over again, with pure devotion.
Jiang Yan suddenly felt an indescribable law slowly condensing under the blessing of faith, although it was still far from being truly formed.
But the feeling was clearly like the divine magic performed by angels.
Could it be...?
A bold guess suddenly flashed through Jiang Yan's mind.
Perhaps the divine arts circulating in the world today are the words spoken by powerful gods in the past, which, with the blessing of endless faith, eventually became spells that could be made law.
However, this conjecture can only be verified by reaching at least the level of a god.
At this moment, the previously stunned guards were also awakened by the angel's cry.
They unconsciously joined in the shouting.
"Praise be to the great and holy Lord of Light..."
"Praise be to the all-knowing and all-powerful Lord of Light..."
These are things they heard the angels say when they prayed, which they thought were the fantasies of fanatics, but now they believe them too.
Jiang Yan felt a surge of joy as his faith rose, and he felt himself becoming more and more comfortable in the role of the Holy Lord of Light.
"Jaberic, shrink your body, let's go down," Jiang Yan instructed.
The war wasn't over yet. The last attack had consumed 20,000 of his Death Essence; he couldn't withstand another one.
Moreover, one instance of such prowess is enough; frequently displaying miracles would have the opposite effect.
Soon, the man and the dragon landed on the city wall amidst the cheers of the crowd.
"The ancestor of the Duchy of Hammank, Adon Hammank?" Jiang Yan smiled slightly and looked at the old man with demigod-level strength.
This was the first time he had seen a real person up close; in his previous life, he had only heard about them from the fleeing Hammak people.
When the old man heard Jiang Yan call out his name, his expression suddenly changed. Like a devout believer, he bowed his head and said, "It is I, the creator of all things, the master of the gods, the controller of the holy light, the all-knowing and all-powerful Lord of Light. I never expected that you would know my humble name."
The general standing to the side had a strange expression. He remembered that just a few minutes ago, his ancestor was still teaching others that "faith always makes people blind," but he never expected that he would secretly memorize such a long list of titles behind the scenes.
Suddenly, I felt that the filter of the majestic, domineering, powerful, and wise image in the history books of the principality had shattered completely.
"No need for formalities, sir." Jiang Yan did have a slight liking for him.
Although it was a plot-driven death, the fact remains that he perished together with the Abyss Demigod in his previous life.
"Holy Lord, as the founder of the Duchy of Hamank, I am willing to lead the entire nation to become your sub-state of faith. I only beg you to show mercy and stop the invasion of the Abyss," the old man said sincerely without looking up.
—He instantly killed the powerful fusion demon, revealed his origins in a single breath, and sensed the aura of the true god's seed. Now, he was completely certain that the other party was the true god mentioned in the prophecy.
[The founder of the Duchy of Hammunk, Adon Hammunk, requests to become your vassal state of faith. In exchange, you must guarantee their survival during this Abyss Riot. Do you accept?]
A notification sound suddenly rang out from all realms.
Jiang Yan's gaze lingered on Yaton, who was looking down, with some surprise.
He had been thinking about how to trick this demigod into joining his ranks, but he hadn't expected the other party to be so proactive.
However, since it is a contract recognized by the "All Realms", there shouldn't be any problems.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yan smiled slightly and chose to accept.
"Of course, the Holy Light will protect every devout believer."
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