"Also, the large-scale blood sacrifice you have prepared can be stopped. Without my latest order, no more outstanding actions are allowed, especially not to attract the attention of the church!"
When leaving, Leylin solemnly exhorted again.
"Obey! Chosen people of our Lord!"
The devil priest directly agreed. In fact, he didn't have much power to refuse.
Moreover, the reason why they planned to make such a big battle was to attract the attention of the gluttonous monarch. Now that the other side had sent voters down, of course there was no need to do so.
"Great agent, please give your name!"
At the end, the old devil priest seemed to have the courage to ask.
"Name taboo?!" Leylin, who was hiding under the silver mask, revealed a smile, "My name... Kukulkan!!!"
The power of faith is essentially spiritual or soul power such as fear and obedience, respect and admiration, and the name of a god is equivalent to the coordinates.
A specific name, coupled with powerful power, and the false identity of Beeluse Babu's voters are enough to gain the awe of these devil believers below.
Even, slowly diverting Belusebabu's beliefs, and finally usurping them completely!
However, the other party is only a mature organization that can barely be favored by Leylin. When it comes time to form a church, this group of people is still useless. They must train a new generation of pastors. After all, Leylin does not want his church to Turn it into a gathering place for a bunch of devil believers.
Furthermore, some blood sacrifices and evil rituals that violate basic concepts must also be abolished. This is the boundary of good gods, and it is also a necessary step for gods to gain wide recognition in the material world.
"Master Kukulkan, we must follow your order and prepare for the recovery of our Lord!"
The thought in his mind was only for a moment, and then Leylin saw this group of devil followers shouting his name.
Under the frenzied atmosphere, a special energy similar to spiritual power and with soul characteristics has come around his body.
The hypocrisy of devouring divinity was almost unbearable, and it directly devoured these energies to truly take shape, but was suppressed by Leylin.
"The power of pan-faith?"
Leylin sighed in his heart, and immediately disappeared into the secret room.
"Have you all heard your lord's order?" The devil priest looked at the surrounding believers, especially a few nobles, and couldn't help but straighten his back.
The arrival of a divine being gave him a little more confidence after losing the spell-like spells bestowed by the devil and greatly reducing his status: "Set it up as soon as possible, and prepare to welcome the holy warriors of the God of Justice!"
When it comes to hatred, there is no longer any room for relaxation between devil believers and paladins. Once they see it, they will definitely be immortal.
Although the gathering of these demon believers is not enough for a paladin to kill, but if you fully mobilize the power in your hand and hide yourself behind the scenes, it can also bring huge troubles to the opponent.
"Of course!" Several nobles grinned, their figures reflected on the wall, like terrifying devils.
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"I have to do tricks twice a day, it's really..."
At this time, Leylin had already arrived outside the city.
He looked at the surrounding scenery with vigilance in his eyes. The powerful divine person outside was just a disguise. In fact, his body was still a tenth-level mage.
If those devil believers had collectively resisted just now, he might not be sure that he could suppress it, although, relying on the advantage of the superior devil's aura, he would certainly not suffer a disadvantage.
But the disguise of the gods, and the gift of the devil's blood dagger, are enough to scare those devil believers. They sacrificed to the devil, and they have already been imprisoned in the soul. If you don't want your soul to be tortured after death , you must follow Leylin's instructions!
"Compared to those low-level devil believers, this needs to be dealt with more carefully..."
With a sigh in his heart, Leylin cheered up, a trace of flame burst out from his finger, forming the shape of a flaming winged snake.
A little fire, emerging from the dark forest, has a strange feeling.
"Here we come!" Leylin's expression changed, he looked in one direction.
There, a black afterimage rushed over at a speed that was hard to distinguish with the naked eye.
[Advanced spell blocking!][Advanced protection detection!][Advanced Stealth Technique!]
Several powerful magic barriers were erected, completely isolating this area from the outside world.
"A high-level professional? No! It's much better than Ogold and Poruget, and it's almost reaching the limit of [Legendary]..."
Leylin secretly commented.
At this time, someone also appeared in front of Leylin.
"Tifa?!" A powerful divine ability lingered around, making Leylin look like a god. He called out Tifa's name in a low voice.
At the same time, a breath of the main body was released from him.
"You are not my god! But you have the power of my god!!!" The person who appeared in front of Leylin was exactly what the little boy said before. There were slight white hairs around the edges, and a pair of doubtful and vigilant eyes fixed on Leylin's position.
In an instant, Leylin sensed the fluctuations of several different detection spells. If he hadn't been the real body and had a chip to help cover it up, it might be difficult to deal with it.
The divine brilliance fluctuated in Leylin's hands. He looked into Tifa's eyes: "Now, do you still have any doubts?"
"Don't dare! My lord's patron!"
Tifa pressed his chest with his right hand and bowed, which was considered to be an acknowledgment of Leylin's identity.
This kind of strong man who is close to the legendary level is really not so easy to subdue. In fact, if he really turns his face and fights now, he will find that the so-called "divine man" Leylin is actually just an appearance, like soap It bursts like a bubble.
"I don't know if the envoy summoned me, what's the order?"
There was doubt in Tifa's eyes at this time.
"My lord has already defeated the devil prince Belusebabu. I follow its will and come to subdue everything on the material plane!"
If he really counted, Tifa was his confidant. Although he still seemed a little distrustful now, Leylin was not afraid at all.
With the power he left behind, even if Tifa has really betrayed, he still has the certainty of causing the opponent to backlash.
"However... based on the energy I left behind, I can gain spell-like abilities and become a blood-like person, no! Or a more appropriate existence of 'half-chosen people', this formulation really has some points Qualification... "
Leylin's gaze seemed to have seen through the formulation.
"Did you defeat the Grand Duke Devil, the gluttonous monarch?" Tifa murmured involuntarily. Of course, he had heard about this 'big event'.
Believers who have lost the spell-like abilities bestowed by the devil have long since wavered in their loyalty, causing some news to leak out.
In fact, if Leylin took action a few decades later, there might not be many people in Belusebabu's church.
Demon believers in the main material plane are so realistic! Of course, luckily it's not too late.
"Hmm! I need your help now, how much power do you have in the Kingdom of Dambras?"
Leylin asked directly, whether a strong man who is close to legend, whether he is self-reliant or seeks refuge with a certain force, he should be able to gain good power, even if his background has problems.
"I formed an organization that believes in our Lord in the Kingdom of Dambras. Currently, there are less than 300 believers, and the highest status is an earl..."
Tifa gritted his teeth, but this kind of familiar soul coercion, as well as the divine power of the other party, could not be faked, so he said it directly.
"A religious group was actually formed?"
Leylin was really surprised at this moment.
"Without the support of the true gods and divine arts, it is possible to maintain a small faith group. The other party seems to have the potential of the Pope..."
In the world of gods, true gods can grant priests magic spells from levels 1 to 9, which is the biggest difference between true gods and false gods!
Devils and demons, due to the powerful power of separation, can only bestow their believers with spell-like abilities of up to level 5, and higher ones require blood sacrifices or other restrictions. This kind of false god belief has also been unanimously attacked by the true god of.
The same is true for those demigods, who don't have enough ability to bestow high-level divine arts on believers, and they can't preach widely.
But the Feathered Serpent God that Leylin conjured up before — Kukulkan, is a demigod from another world! It is still in a deep sleep, and even the level 1 magic cannot be bestowed.
Under such circumstances, the mentioning method can still maintain a religious group, and even win over an earl, it really can't make Leylin look differently.
Even if the other party uses other means in this process, it is still a very remarkable thing.
"But this situation cannot last for too long... We must give them hope as soon as possible!"
Leylin secretly made up his mind.
A deity who cannot answer prayers and bestow divine spells, like Belusebabu, will be eliminated by believers sooner or later.
"The main body is still healing in a deep sleep. Even if he recovers, it would be very unreasonable for him to bestow divine spells!"
Leylin's semi-seventh-level wizard body is an existence of another world after all, and his power is already hostile by the will of the gods, not to mention the huge consumption of crossing the crystal wall system. If the body really bestows divine magic, I'm afraid it won't be long before it will go bankrupt directly! Even fall! ! !
"The only way is to promote [Legendary] as soon as possible on my side, and gather the divinity, which will have the most basic ability to respond to believers..."
Leylin gritted his teeth.
"My lord's faithful disciple, Tifa! I have something for you to do... We will meet in the royal capital of Dambras..."