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Chapter 1340 1338. He comes, He sees, He blesses - monthly ticket plus [610]

For Count Lyon, faith is just a tool.

As Fraser complained, people like his father would not be inspired by some concept that is higher than reality, and Count Lyon is not so empty that he needs faith to create a driving force for his life.

He has too many ambitions to realize and too many things to accomplish.

Among all the reasons that support him to move forward, faith is the most insignificant one.

However, since it is a tool, it must be used properly, especially in the current situation in East Prussia. There must be a force that can unite and give courage to others in the midst of panic, and when the night is shrouded and the dawn is not visible, there is nothing better than worshipping the light itself to comfort the anxious.

As the commander, the Earl does not despise these weak-hearted people. He knows that his worldview is not applied to everyone. Moreover, since the future Grand Duchy of Capet will establish the Church of Holy Light as the state religion, it will do everything possible to increase the presence of the Church of Holy Light when the disaster continues in this dark night.

Under the guidance of this idea, in the two days since the curtain of eternal night fell, a large warehouse in the pioneer fortress was converted into a temporary church for those who were anxious to pray for the gods to send down power.

There is no protection of the glorious artifact in this fortress. In the face of the dark evil creatures that keep attacking, only the scattered holy emblems can bring weak protection. The power from the giants is applied to the victims in various ways, giving them the courage to walk in the dark night. Although it is only a little bit, when they are forced to walk into the uneasy night, knowing that there is a god watching over them in the sky can still make those holding the holy emblem no longer afraid.

The reason why this must be done is that the Earl needs the warriors of the Pioneer Fortress to take the initiative to step out of the fortress every time the dark power is slightly reduced, search for survivors around and bring them back.

Although this rescue behavior is inherently highly utilitarian, Earl Lyon hopes to use this action to make the local victims realize who is really protecting them.

But it is undeniable that the Earl's behavior objectively saved many lives.

The current situation of the Pioneer Fortress is similar to that of Banks City. Both have accommodated refugees far exceeding the city's capacity, but compared with the chaotic management of Banks City as the front line, the Pioneer Fortress is in good order, and the situation here is much better.

One of the most important reasons is that the Earl used faith as a means to appease the sadness and fear in the hearts of the people.

In a world where supernatural power already exists, respecting and using this power is the real materialism, and although Earl Lyon is not pious, he really knows how to make the best use of things.

However, the most special thing about this warehouse church in the pioneer fortress is that it does not only worship the Holy Light, but also has shrines for all the mainstream orthodox beliefs on the continent.

From the God of Nature to the Lord of Winter Wolf, to Gaia, the protector of the earth and the Berserker who enjoys fighting, some unpopular spider ladies, Haiyuan Tianzun and the newly appeared Hades worm, etc., these shrines of different shapes divide this large warehouse into different areas. The Earl doesn't know where he found priests from various sects to preach here.

Such an open attitude of faith can satisfy the empty and barren spiritual world of the locals to the greatest extent, and by the way, it can make good connections with various churches. Of course, the area where the Holy Light Shrine, which is the foundation of the body, is located is the largest and most formal. The most important thing is that the Earl will occasionally guest-star as a missionary of the Holy Light during these two days and two nights.

In the words of the players, this is "concave character setting".

Let his future people know that he is also a devout believer and consolidate his power through faith, creating an illusion of "divine right of kings", so that those who have common pursuits can be united on a large scale, and this approach is the "cheapest" of all ways to create unity, second only to finding old enemies.

The earl has no reason not to do this.

However, tonight, on the third night of the Eternal Night, when the earl of Lyon, who was physically exhausted but mentally burning like a raging fire and even a little excited, led hundreds of people in this warehouse to pray for the protection of the Holy Light, he felt a completely different feeling of prayer from the previous few days.

When reciting those gorgeous and pragmatic religious words, the earl could clearly feel that every time he recited a sentence, an invisible force gathered in the shrine in front of him.

It was a very wonderful feeling.

It was as if something in him was extracted and gathered in front of him, like a line connected to a special node, and the same was true for those behind him who chose to serve the Holy Light for various reasons.

Those who chanted the prayer of Holy Light and hoped that the night would end seemed to be transformed into nodes in the material world, offering something they had and being forged into shape by the invisible hands of a higher will.

Through the connection of the shrine, Count Lyon seemed to have entered a wonderful spiritual space.

As his voice swayed, he could vaguely hear the thoughts of the people around him. Of course, it was not as high-end as peeping into the mind, but just a vague feeling of emotion and desire. He could not hear any substantial secrets, but could feel the most primitive desires of the believers.

The Count continued to chant the prayer, but he was trying to grasp this wonderful feeling.

He soon got into it and could sense other people's thoughts from the floating minds around him.

The old woman in decent clothes behind him hoped that her son, who worked as a clerk in Banks City, would return safely, and the haggard young woman beside him hoped that her husband would not abandon her and her newborn child at this time.

And the young men further back were filled with anger.

Because their village was destroyed by the ratmen when the night fell, they lost everything and longed for revenge on the Lord of Darkness.

There were more desires that were purer. When many people prayed to the Holy Light, they only wanted to let the curtain of darkness retreat quickly. They hoped to return to the life that was not rich but at least peaceful. For this, they were willing to give everything.

Of course, the Earl also heard some less "harmonious" desires.

For example, the guard officer not far away did not have much desire for disaster and redemption in his heart.

The reason why he accompanied the Count to pray here was purely because he noticed the Count's ambition and what he did, and hoped that he could be valued by the Count and get a small share of this event, so as to achieve class leap.

It was not only this officer who had such an idea. Most of the members appointed by the Count of Lyon as temporary managers of the fortress appeared here with similar ideas.

They were very utilitarian and realistic, and of course smart enough. Knowing that the ship of the Plantagenet Kingdom was going to sink in East Prussia, they planned to jump out in advance to find a new thigh.

The Count did not hate such utilitarianism.

At this moment, he only hoped that there would be more such people, and it would be even better if they could have some ability.

And this wonderful connection through thinking, feeling and desire made the Count of Lyon more and more immersed in it. He was like finding a fun toy. While carefully hiding his desire, he constantly felt the desire of the people around him.

Perhaps most people hope that the disaster will end, and hope that there will be a great power to help break the darkness. This common desire continues to merge and grow. Soon, almost a few minutes later, all the prayers, including Count Lyon, noticed that this desire to assimilate was "materialized".

Each of them could feel the power of the spiritual level emitting light and heat, as if there was an extra warm baby in their hearts.

The heart-warming energy quickly filled and spread on the spiritual level, sweeping away the anxiety, cowardice and fear. The prayers were obviously shocked, and then they were pulled by this power and began to increase their voices involuntarily.

They all had red faces, and the original low recitation was replaced by loud recitation, and they quickly unified to the same speed and pace, as if there was an invisible baton directing them, turning these prayers into a melody.

Let others hear it, let the world hear it, and let the gods in the sky hear it.

This "frenzy" almost immediately attracted the priests of other sects in the warehouse. They had more or less encountered this kind of situation in previous prayer activities. Some experienced old priests immediately shouted "the oracle has descended", while others suspected that this was most likely not as simple as the will of the gods.

"It's the burning of faith!"

The priest of the Earth Mother Goddess was the oldest. This old dwarf, whose face was covered with earth runes, was well-informed. He held a warhammer-like holy staff and shouted loudly:

"The faith of the Holy Light believers is burning. Their gods are about to ignite the holy fire. All believers will become firewood and witness the shaping of the symbol of all things with their own eyes! A miracle will be born under the night!

Others should clear the scene immediately!

Let their believers stop praying so as not to disturb the transmission of the fire of faith! Quick! Summon all the Holy Light believers in the fortress to come here. Their Lord needs them, and then close this place! Remove their respective shrines. Tonight this will be a holy place exclusively for the Holy Light!"

Under the command of this old dwarf, other priests immediately took action. The warriors and people holding holy emblems in various parts of the fortress were also gathered and sent to the warehouse church to join the miracle of the transmission of faith.

Every newcomer knelt down in the crowd chanting loudly. As long as they started to sing, they would immediately become a member of this group.

Their thoughts and desires were extracted and purified through this "unity", and those positive desires that conformed to the teachings of the Holy Light were shaped into the burning "fire of faith". When the entire warehouse church and even the entire fortress were shrouded in this hoarse and uniform fanatical prayer, Count Lyon, who was in it, already felt a strong discomfort.

He could feel that part of his mind was being "forced to turn", the darkness in his heart was being cleansed by the warm "fire", and his overly crazy thoughts disappeared one by one in his mind like burst bubbles.

He knew that he was being changed by the belief in the Holy Light.

He didn't like it!

But he couldn't quit this "chorus" at this time.

He didn't want everything he did to go to waste because of an impious prayer. Most importantly, the Holy Light was "watching" him.

He could clearly feel that in addition to the pioneering fortress, there were several other "faith nodes" on this land, where exactly the same things were happening. The desires of countless people were being extracted, shaped, and transmitted, and ultimately the "common imagination" of countless people was shaped through the thread of faith.

Only the most fanatical, purest, and most positive desires will be retained, just like filtering out all harmful impurities and turning them into a supernatural existence above reality.

In such a scorching "spiritual storm", Count Lyon tried to keep his mind from irreversible changes. Unlike other people immersed in the "chorus", he was still trying to peek into other places through increasingly deep connections, and broken illusions kept appearing in front of him.

He saw the people who gathered in a cramped place in the war in Banks City, shouting loudly, and the airships in the sky dropped explosives and the undead on the ground coordinated to attack the evil creatures outside the city. It was an uneasy background, but it could not interfere with the prayers of these people who longed for the advent of truth, goodness, and beauty.

And the next moment, the count saw the Stromberg Castle in the distant Transia.

There were too many refugees and wounded from East Prussia in the city behind. They followed the simple but pious priests in the church in the base camp of the Holy Light Church to tell their suffering and despair.

Also, in the dark night of the border, in the plague-ridden town, the burning Saint Martyr was holding a blade of holy light and fighting the incarnation of darkness in a war of light and darkness.

The Count felt that his mind was emptying and becoming part of a larger aggregation of thoughts.

Just like a bird returning to its nest, it felt the warmth and unity of like-minded people under the embrace of countless brothers and sisters, and no longer had to worry about the wind and rain from the outside world.

That aggregation of thoughts is taking shape!

It draws wisdom from countless beliefs to build its own thinking, it extracts common desires from the minds of countless believers and shapes its own ideals, and then "pinches" its own form through the common imagination of believers, and finally, observes the world with their eyes.

Observe the world that needs it to pay for and protect.

Obviously, such a connection is two-way,

The praying person at this time becomes the pair of "eyes", observing, examining and building a complete world on behalf of their gods.

Count Lyon felt that his mind was about to melt.

The common desire and burning faith of countless believers have pushed the supernatural entity to the brink of birth, just like a painting written by countless people.

He never realized that he was one of them!

He also had a desire for the world, and his desire would also become a part of shaping the gods.

At this moment, he truly realized that the "heresy" he had heard of was that people shaped the face of God. That was not blasphemy, but a fact.

When countless people longed for a god to come to the darkness to protect themselves, He appeared.

The holy light opened its eyes, and the night retreated.

Just like the classic legend, the brightest light will only appear in the darkest place. When Count Lyon opened his eyes in this wonderful "spiritual drifting", he saw the golden fire flowing along the shrine in front of him, and it quickly enveloped the entire pioneer fortress.

Amid the exclamations of the soldiers, a brilliant wall of holy light stood up in this dark place, like the scorching sun in the sky.

Count Lyon was the closest person to the burning shrine. He felt his soul cleansed as he looked at the floating flames. He emphasized again that he did not like the feeling of being a "good guy", but there were more important things to do at this time.

"People of the Holy Light!"

The Count stood up and looked at the prayers behind him who were awakened from their dreams like him.

Many of them were already in tears without realizing it. Like the Count, they had also experienced a spiritual cleansing and an infusion of courage. The fear and cowardice in their eyes had been eliminated. The care and warmth from the Holy Light made them no longer afraid to step into the night.

The Earl raised his fist and shouted:

"The Holy Light is calling us. He is calling every warrior who does not succumb to the darkness to take up arms. He longs to see all the good people unite! We must realize His hope. We must step into the darkness to save more compatriots trapped in it.

Now!

I command, I command you, arm yourself and follow me!

We will cross the night and go to Banks City. We will bring the miracle of the Holy Light there! And then spread it to the whole world!

Ah, in His name, the night is over!"