After thinking about Cynthia in his mind, Eros closed the book he had finished reading and rubbed his temples.
Facing nine such powerful forces is truly putting immense pressure on us.
Oh, no, it might also include those alien god organizations, as well as the Abyss Cult.
The gods they worship also did not want to see their ancestors resurrected.
The thought that he would have to face the suppression of nearly four hundred angels if he wanted to resurrect his ancestors gave Eros a headache.
That's four hundred! What makes a planet like this so special that it can house four hundred angels?
It's like someone telling you that there are four hundred real dragons coiled up in a reservoir—absurd, isn't it?
This powerful figure, who could roam freely in the universe and decide the birth and destruction of civilizations with a single thought, is now confined to this planet because of the Heavenly Curtain and the existence outside the world, making it much more difficult for him to resurrect his ancestors.
Eros walked to the bedside and collapsed onto it, feeling utterly powerless.
After a while, he regained some of his composure and asked Cynthia in his soul space his question:
"Weren't those alien gods only introduced in the Third Age? Why are there so many angels among their followers?"
The reason why the nine major churches have so many angels is because they have existed for 40,000 years, but those alien gods have only existed for 20,000 years at most. In just 20,000 years, they have caught up with the progress of the nine major churches for 40,000 years. Isn't that too exaggerated?
Could it be that those sorcerers who worship other gods are just that talented?
Upon hearing this question, Cynthia countered, "Has Master forgotten the advancement method for sorcerers along the path of other gods?"
“Perform a ceremony to please those alien gods, and then receive their blessings,” Eros replied after a moment’s thought.
After saying this, Eros seemed to have thought of something, but soon his brows furrowed.
Cynthia nodded and explained softly, "Sorcerers on the path of the gods don't need to find potion ingredients, concoct potions, or digest potions. They only need to constantly please the gods and then receive their blessings."
"That's why it's much easier for them to get promoted than through conventional means."
"Are there no limits to the gifts?" Eros frowned. How many angels had those other gods bestowed such gifts upon?
Won't they weaken themselves by dividing their strength in this way?
"There are limitations. Every time they bestow gifts upon believers, they are giving away their own power. If a large number of angels were created in a short period of time, it would weaken them."
"However, because they possess the characteristics of the source, they can recover by drawing upon the power of the primordial source sea. Therefore, as long as the intervals between gifts are managed well, the power they consume can be replenished through the primordial source sea."
"Furthermore, they can reclaim the power they have bestowed at any time."
"Once they sense weakness in the body, they will withdraw their power and assimilate the believer who has received their grace."
"In a sense, all sorcerers who follow the path of other gods are actually puppets of the god they worship."
After listening to Cynthia's explanation, Eros had a sudden realization: that meant that behind those alien gods was actually a fountain that could infinitely heal them.
That's why they were able to bestow so many angels over 20,000 years.
No wonder those alien god organizations were able to rival the nine major churches in just 20,000 years.
As Eros lay in bed, he couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of pressure.
It was only after a long time that he regained his composure and took out the sealed book to open it.
The moment he opened the sealed book, the two-dimensional, colorful figures on the pages came to life.
"Who are you? Where is that cult member?"
The first to speak was the priestess of the Church of the Sun, who was sealed on the first page, and she said the exact same thing as last time.
Eros sat cross-legged on the bed, glancing at the priestess's holy and beautiful robes embroidered with gold thread, before his gaze fell directly on her fair and delicate face.
Seeing that the blond young man outside was not speaking and was only looking her over, Delphine frowned slightly, and wisps of pure white flame rose from the ends of her golden hair.
"Delphine!" Eros suddenly called out the name of the sun priestess.
The priestess named Delphine frowned even more deeply, staring intently at Eros as she said:
"You know me? Where's that cult member?"
"Are you talking about Stuhr? He's dead!" Eros replied casually, poking the pure white flames burning at the end of the sun priest's hair with his finger.
He could feel a slight warmth through the paper.
The priestess named Delphine took a few steps toward the blank space on the page, dodging Eros's finger that was poking at the end of her hair, before gazing at Eros outside and saying in an incredulous tone:
“You mean Stuhl is dead? That’s impossible. He was a saint who had already embarked on the path to greatness.”
Although she loathed Stuhl, who had sealed her inside this artifact, she had to admit that he was indeed very strong.
Eros ignored the priestess's questioning, continuing to poke at the ends of her hair with his finger, and casually replied:
"If he wasn't dead, why did this sealed artifact end up in my hands?"
Upon hearing this answer, the priestess was stunned and momentarily forgot to dodge Eros's finger.
Yes, if Stuhl hadn't died, how could this sealed artifact have ended up in someone else's hands?
Given his importance to Stuhl, he would never lend this sealed artifact to anyone else.
Could he really be dead? But how could that be?
That was a saint walking on the great path, a being who could be called a god on earth. If he wanted to escape under the heavens, who could kill him?
Delphine instinctively thought it was a lie, but the facts and evidence were clearly presented in front of her, leaving her no choice but to believe it.
She looked up at Eros outside and said incredulously:
"Is Stuhl really dead?"
"Yes! I killed him."
Delphine: "..."
She looked at the little guy in front of her who was clearly only Sequence 4, and hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something but not quite.
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