"That's how it happened, Holy Lord." The missionary, who had returned to Holy Spirit City, respectfully reported what he had seen and heard to Jiang Yan.
"I understand, you did a great job." Jiang Yan looked at the faith propagation certificate in his hand with some emotion.
Faith is one of the most important resources, and this is also true for these local powers.
To gain the qualification to spread one's faith, one either needs a principality or higher power to endorse you, or one must complete extremely difficult and tedious contribution tasks.
In his previous life, he was unable to meet the requirements until his death, and could only recruit some small forces in the wild. As a result, his faith was weak and his strength was ordinary. He was easily killed by a demon god of the same level with a single slap.
Now, he obtained it with ease, which was not in vain for his efforts in helping the Duchy of Hammack resist the abyss.
“From now on, you are the priest of the Northland Division of the Holy Light Church. I will have Aria send some of the church's deacons to help you with all their might. Don't let me down.” Jiang Yan smiled slightly and turned his gaze to the preacher.
This is a special being transformed through the baptismal function of the Gates of Heaven.
[Preacher/Angel in Human Form]
Rank: Rare - Mythical.
Occupation: Senior Faith Instructor of the Holy Light System.
Faith Level: Blind.
Skill: Affinity (Passive), transforms into an angel.
His passive skill, Affinity, has also been upgraded to the highest level through his maximum ability. Every move he makes will make people feel good about him and think of their most important and closest people.
"I am willing to give everything to carry on your glory!" The missionary bowed deeply and took his leave.
A priest!
That's an honor only a two-winged angel can receive, representing the Holy Lord's approval. Even those violent spreaders of holy light will have to call him "Sir" when they see him.
Watching the excited preachers depart, Jiang Yan looked at the preaching license in his hand and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"I followed the rules, and I hope you will too, otherwise..."
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The Duchy of Hilank is the closest duchy to Holy Spirit City and ranks 9th in strength among the 17 duchies of the Northland Alliance.
At this time, in Ironwall, the largest city in Xilank that is near the Abyss Passage.
A large crowd was whispering around a sacred and solemn temple.
"Huh, how come there's a temple here? This place was just an empty lot yesterday!"
"It seems a bit different from other temples. The priests look so kind, and that relief with the broken arm is such a beautiful creature, I wonder what it is."
"Yes, just standing here makes me feel especially peaceful and calm."
"Come on, they're probably just going to collect membership fees and run away. Let's all go."
At this moment, a preacher in white robes stepped forward, his expression gentle and devout: "Good morning, everyone. I am Mor, a priest of the Church of Holy Light."
"Today, I will be leading the morning class."
As he spoke, he took out a sacred text and began to read it aloud.
"The Holy Lord created all things..."
"The Holy Lord is omnipotent..."
The onlookers looked at each other in bewilderment.
"What...is he doing? Shouldn't he be explaining the church's doctrines first?"
"Yeah, why did they suddenly start chanting scriptures?"
"Who would believe in this weird stuff if they don't know anything about it? This priest is really unprofessional!"
But soon, the discussion gradually subsided.
As a gentle voice began to speak, the healing angels hiding inside the church started chanting incantations, and bursts of crystalline light fell from the sky, sacred, warm, and full of life.
Everyone who came into contact with the patient felt as if they had been cleansed, and all their old ailments and hidden injuries were relieved.
More and more people were drawn by the miracle and gathered around.
When one of the sacred texts was finished being read, there were already more than 1,000 people in front of the temple.
"My God, is this a free miracle? My cough is completely gone!"
"Yes, in other temples, such a large-scale baptism would require at least ten thousand soul crystals to be donated!"
"I hope there's some kind of conspiracy!"
Amid the crowd's discussion, the preacher spoke with a devout expression: "Under the Holy Light, there is no distinction between the noble and the lowly; the Holy Lord of Light will protect every devout believer."
"Father, do you mean that as long as we believe in the Holy Lord of Light, we can receive a baptism of miracles without having to spend extra money?" one of them asked boldly.
"Of course, the existence of gods should make believers richer, not exploit their already meager savings," the preacher said gently.
"So what constitutes piety?"
“Everyone can go there and get a free copy of the Holy Scripture.” The preacher pointed and said, “As long as you read it carefully and agree with its principles, the Holy Light will sense your devotion.”
Everyone was taken aback. There were many temples in this city. Whether it was for medical treatment or learning combat skills, one needed to offer faith to the temple. The so-called faith of those temples usually referred to offering them benefits. The larger the amount, the more devout your faith was.
The Church of Holy Light's current ideology excites them while also making them somewhat incredulous.
Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, the preacher continued, "As long as you are devout enough, you will receive healing, baptism, and even resurrection and divine skills under the protection of the Holy Light, and you will obtain all good things."
"Time will prove the promise of the Holy Light."
The preacher smiled and summarized, then began to guide the people in receiving the sacred texts.
Whether it was the effect of the words just spoken or the effect of the "armless archangel" statue next to them, thousands of people miraculously did not scramble and lined up in an orderly manner to receive the holy book.
Some of those who benefited from their recent baptism have even opened the book and begun to read it.
In the peaceful atmosphere, some conspiracy theories gradually faded away amidst the recitation.
Meanwhile, in a luxurious building near the temple, a group of elegantly dressed dignitaries were enjoying a fine morning tea.
Through the windows and the simultaneous communication magic device, they could clearly see everything happening in front of the Church of Holy Light.
"These people from small places have overstepped their bounds." A well-dressed young man took a sip of red wine worth thousands of soul crystals.
“Yes, they don’t understand. We’ve been merciful enough.” A fat middle-aged man stared out the window with amusement in his eyes.
This statement was widely accepted.
"That's right, being able to survive is a blessing."
"I've heard that many small countries have been destroyed by the abyss's attacks."
"Speaking of the Abyss, that old guy from the Sixth Legion is asking me for my pension again."
"Haha, who told your Starfire Temple to be in charge of money and supplies? Did you give them to them?"
"Of course not, let's just stall for time. Anyway, who knows when that old guy will die, and who knows who will take over when he does?"
“Indeed, since we’re all going to die anyway, we might as well use the money to arm our Temple Knights; that’s the power that truly belongs to us.”
The group chatted casually, as if the entire duchy were just a plaything in their hands.
“On another note,” a slightly younger priest asked, “what should we do with this Church of Holy Light?”
"Send a few deacons to warn them tomorrow. If they still don't listen, make them disappear. That statue is quite interesting, though. I wonder where they got it."
"I remember now!" The young priest slapped his thigh suddenly.
"I was wondering why it looked so familiar. It was something I had intended to offer to the God of Starfire, but it was stolen by the Church of Holy Light. I will send someone to retrieve it and deliver it to your residence, Bishop, tomorrow."
The others took a sip of red wine and nodded slightly.
Now I have both an excuse and the treasure.
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