Hammank capital, Third District Temple Office.
"Sir, the person has been brought. This is the last non-believer in the Third District," a preacher whispered.
"Understood. You two can go out first. I'll talk to him." Inside the room, the exceptionally burly Holy Light Spreader sized up the man who was being carried in by two soldiers.
Generally, only believers who cannot be persuaded by preachers are sent here.
With slicked-back hair and powdered face, his eyes kept glancing around furtively, giving him a somewhat frivolous air.
"It's not impossible for me to believe in the Holy Lord of Light, but what benefits will you give me?" Before he could even ask, the frivolous man sat down in a chair and said casually.
"The Holy Lord intervened to repel the Abyss and saved all your lives. Isn't that a benefit?" The Holy Light Spreader wasn't angry and slowly walked to the door to say.
"What kind of benefit is that? Isn't that something that gods should do?" the man said nonchalantly. "Let's get to the point, or I can't guarantee I won't go back and say something inappropriate."
He had a clear understanding of the situation; the Holy Lord of Light was obviously a righteous, kind, and gentle deity, and he figured that no matter how outrageous things were, he wouldn't stoop to the level of a nobody like him.
Click—the sound of the door locking.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Zerom, the person in charge of spreading the faith in this area." After locking the door, the smile on the Holy Light spreader's face vanished instantly, and his tone became flat:
“Since I took office, the faith performance assessment of the Third District has always been number one, and everyone who leaves here eventually becomes a believer.”
"I understand, I understand. So, sir, how do you plan to bribe me?" A meaningful smile appeared on the man's face. It seemed that the temple also had performance pressure, so he might be able to get even more benefits.
“It seems I haven’t made myself clear enough.” Zerom slowly rolled up his sleeves. “What I mean is, only by becoming a believer can one leave this place.”
"What do you want to do!" The frivolous man looked at the other man's forearm, which was thicker than his thigh, and finally sensed something was wrong. He said, blustering but weak, "If you dare to lay a hand on me, I will definitely report you to Judge Baisher!"
“That is your right. But I must tell you that Baisher officially became a fanatical follower of the Holy Lord three days ago.”
Zerom casually took out a holy book and said indifferently, "Next, I'll read a sentence, and you read a sentence."
"you..."
Snap!
A bright red handprint appeared on the man's face, and he was instantly stunned, not expecting that the other party would actually dare to strike.
"Don't say anything unnecessary."
"You dare..."
Snap, snap—, left and right hands at the same time!
Bright red blood flowed from the corner of the man's mouth.
"Do you understand?"
The man covered his face and nodded quickly—he was behaving himself now.
"The Holy Lord created all things." Zerom opened the holy book, his expression gradually becoming fanatical.
"The Holy Creator..."
*Slap!* Another slap landed, and the man felt his face swell up.
"When you say the words 'Holy Lord,' your tone should be devout, reverent, and heartfelt before you do it again."
"Holy Lord..."
Snap!
"Your voice mustn't tremble, try again!"
"Holy Lord..."
Snap!
"Imagine the Holy One smiling from the bottom of his heart, why are you making such a face? Let's go again!"
And so it continued until the twelfth repetition.
"The Holy Lord created all things..."
The man instinctively closed his eyes, only to find that this time the slap didn't come for a long time.
"Hmm, not bad, next sentence."
This sound was like heavenly music, and the man immediately breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes welling up with tears. It was truly not easy. Praise be to the Holy Lord of Light!
Uh... why should I praise the Holy Lord of Light? The man was startled by his own sudden thought, but before he could think about it, the other person's voice rang out again.
"The Holy Lord is omnipotent."
"Holy Lord..."
Suddenly, a knocking sound rang out on the door.
"Lord Zerom, the Inspector Angel has descended to check on the progress of the spread of faith," came the preacher's respectful voice.
The frivolous man's eyes suddenly lit up—there was hope!
Zerom's expression changed slightly, but he immediately stepped forward and unlocked the door.
He wasn't afraid of being punished, but if he were dismissed for spreading the faith through violence, he wouldn't be able to serve the Holy Lord and reform these heretics.
A beautiful figure walked in, with delicate features, pure white wings, a long sword hanging at her waist, and a sacred book in her hands.
It's a divine angel!
Zerom's worry instantly turned to joy. That was the legendary Seraph Annalia's direct angel, the most extreme in her faith, comparable to the madmen of the Court of Light.
"My angel, help me! I'm reporting this man for using violence to coerce me!" the man cried out as if he had seen a savior, not forgetting to raise his face, which was covered in handprints, high.
"Zerome, is it true?" The angel glanced at the wounds on the man's face, turned the page of his book, and cast a healing spell.
"Yes, sir, he was unwilling to believe in the great Holy Lord of Light, and I acted rashly in a moment of panic..."
"You are not willing to become a follower of the Holy Lord?" the angel asked calmly, turning his head.
“Uh… I just wanted to ask what the benefits of becoming a believer are before I decide,” the man said, mustering his courage.
The healing spell paused briefly, then quickly reversed, and the man's face became swollen again.
The angel's face turned completely cold: "So you're a heretic, Zerom. How can a heretic be standing here unharmed and talking? I have to question the strength of your faith."
Huh?! The frivolous man was completely stunned. Didn't the newly published biography say that angels are the kindest, most righteous, and most beautiful beings?
Are fairy tales all lies?
"Excuse me, sir, please give me a minute."
"ah!"
......
[Your vassal state of Hammak has increased its faith, and its daily faith power has risen to [amount missing].]
[Your number of devout believers in your homeland has exceeded one hundred thousand. Your bond with this world has deepened, the suppression on the Gates of Heaven has lessened, and it is attempting to break free of some of its shackles. The timeframe is unknown.]
In Holy Spirit City, Jiang Yan felt greatly gratified upon seeing the notifications from various realms.
The angels and preachers are really amazing. In just over half a month, he has received three notifications of his faith rising, and he has gone from the passing grade of piety to almost the next level.
Most importantly, the suppression of Heaven's Gate has been reduced, and who knows what surprises that might bring.
It seems we can begin the next phase of expansion.
Jiang Yan silently calculated in his heart that now that the faith was stable, the Burial Dragon Abyss and the Stitching Cave were about to be completed thanks to the dwarf team's overtime work. The stored faith was enough to recruit 4,000 angels, and Anna and the others had also reached the Diamond Rank 10.
Most importantly, the monsters in the beginner area were all killed by Sheena. Even a nest of dozens of mutated cockroaches was completely wiped out by the skeleton warriors who dug deep into the ground.
You can't expect a being from the underworld to understand the principles of sustainable development.
It's time to move on to the next step of the plan and stir up some waves on this continent.
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