Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

"General, these scale people are not trustworthy." The soldier shouted anxiously.

Acting alone in the occupied area, you may be attacked at any time.

Especially for an important person like Fishman, there must be many people who want his life.

Before Fishman opened his mouth, the priest who was guarding the door mocked: "Foolish and inferior life, in front of God, there is no race, only high and low.

In the church, we can guarantee the safety of every brother."

Fisman felt that the other party's eyes were indifferent, and he really didn't regard ordinary people as the same kind, just like treating inferior life.

Perhaps... if ordinary people didn't have the hope of becoming evolvers, they wouldn't even look at them more.

Fisman stopped the soldier's overreaction and stood in front: "I am an evolver, I will go in alone."

"Please!"

The other party made way and his eyes softened a little.

Obviously, this is naked discrimination.

As a person who was treated differently, Fishman didn't feel strange.

He walked into the church and found that there were quite a few people inside.

These guys didn't lie. They didn't receive ordinary people because their reception capacity had reached its limit.

Before Fishman could take a closer look, a priest came to him and said, "Aliens?"

Fishman used the knowledge he had just learned to refute: "Does God also distinguish between races?"

The other party smiled lightly and didn't care. He said, "Of course not, it's just that I've seen brothers from different races for the first time."

Fishman was sure that the other party didn't mean to be afraid.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" He couldn't help asking.

"Why should you be afraid? With your little ability?" The priest said with a smile.

"I'm talking about the battleships in the starry sky. Aren't you afraid?" Fishman wanted to ask the other party clearly.

"Of course not. If you dare to attack us, there will be punishment." The priest said very confidently.

Fishman felt that this world was too crazy. This was a brainwashed madman.

But coincidentally, the priest also felt that he was a frog in a well.

"Let's go! I'll take you to see the bishop." The priest sighed and said that this alien brother had not yet realized the truth of the world.

But it is necessary to let the bishop see it, after all, the threat of aliens is real.

Fisman had no objection. At this time, he felt that he was taking a risk. These evolvers did not seem to be afraid of the threat brought by their identities.

He now only hoped that the high-level evolvers would be more rational, otherwise it would be funny if he was killed.

When he saw the so-called bishop, the other party was playing with an iron ball.

The crackling arc formed an invisible force field, manipulating the movement of the iron ball.

He stopped when he saw Fisman coming.

"Welcome, brother evolver." Klein greeted enthusiastically.

He has basically realized his dream now.

After being sent to other branches by Bacchus, he was promoted all the way and even became a bishop in other ecological planets.

But his good luck seemed to end here. Before he could sit in the position of bishop, the aliens came.

Now he can only curse the people of the scale tribe inheritance organization while maintaining the church's shelf.

If it is a church without gods, he can choose to run away.

But now Klein dared not. Compared with losing his own life, it seemed that losing the face of the gods was more serious.

So when he heard that a mixed-blood scale evolutionist came to the church, he immediately asked someone to bring Fishman over.

Although he did not know the other party's identity, from the current situation, there seemed to be no risk of conflict.

Seeing Klein's enthusiasm, Fishman felt a little relieved. He took the opportunity to ask: "Mr. Bishop, I want to ask... Do gods really exist? Why don't I feel the response of the gods?"

"Another lost lamb," Klein said with pity, and then explained to Fishman: "The great gods don't care whether mortals like us believe in him, so they naturally won't respond.

But you have experienced the gift of the gods, and you should feel good now, right?"

There is a sense of induction between evolutionists, as long as they don't intentionally conceal it.

Fishman naturally wouldn't hide it. He just said: "But this doesn't prove that evolution comes from gods."

Questioning is the last struggle of his scientific worldview for many years.

Klein was even happier about this. He answered easily, "It's not difficult to prove that the fallen angels are real gods. I will lead you to pray and let you feel the greatness of the gods."

Fisman was puzzled. He thought that Klein would use various words to persuade him, but he didn't expect that the other party would really do it.

He seriously suspected that he would perform some kind of sleight of hand next.

Various cults have used their rich experience to tell Fishman that there are too many ways to pretend to be gods in this world.

But he didn't object. He still wanted to find the flaws and expose the other party.

But it was slightly different from what he imagined. Klein was almost unprepared and took him to kneel on one knee to pray.

"The fallen angel who saved the universe in the evolutionary frenzy, the lost lamb hopes to get your favor and feel the greatness of the gods."

After Klein prayed, he led Fishman to pray.

This is no different from ordinary religious beliefs. Fishman doubted whether it would work.

Just when he was puzzled, he suddenly felt a great will coming.

Almost trembling, he felt that his own superpowers were madly strengthening.

If this is not the power of the gods, he is very curious about what the real power of the gods is like, and what kind of power can do what is happening now.

Derek has been very busy recently, so what descended is just a set program.

This is also one of the reasons why he is busy, to give his divine power a certain concept of ability.

Now it seems that the effect is not bad.

At least Fishman feels completely different again.

Soon, his shallow faith began to take root and sprout, and gradually grow.

In front of the great power, any doubt will trigger his counterattack.

Of course, it still needs diligent watering to make his faith grow into a towering tree.

But at least at this time, Fishman feels that he has found the truth.

What virus evolution theory, what regional ray theory, are all bullshit.

He knelt on the ground for a long time before standing up, feeling that his worldview has been reshaped.

"My Lord Bishop, I want to know more about the gods, can I?" Fishman made a new request.

For Klein, this is of course what he wants.

He sat down immediately and carried out the sacred cause of explaining the Bible to Fishman.

The stories may be unfamiliar, but the church's philosophy is conveyed through these stories.

At least for Fishman, he can understand some of the philosophy of the Fallen Angel Church.

In short, this is definitely not a church that caters to believers.

For the church, the most important thing is evolution...finding evolution...guiding evolution.

As for ordinary people and alienated people, they are not within their ideals.