696 Tracking (2/2)
”We have to speed up our progress. Otherwise, it'll be a troublesome matter if the Goddess' church also comes!”
Ever since the Gods had descended into the mortal world, various churches had also suffered heavy damages.
Without the God Nations being a transit station and massive reservoir, nearly all of the magical skills of the pastors experienced a massive suppression. Currently, a high-level pastor needed to expend a lot of mental and physical effort in order to unleash a trivial healing spell.
Of course, even so, the Gods still relied on their churches in the mortal world.
At least, if a God was able to contact their church first, there would be no concern for their safety.
Following the clues he obtained, Fang Yuan pursued all the way to a deep mountain.
”A very obvious clue!” He looked at the bonfire trace on the ground and shook his head. ”It seems that before apotheosizing, this Sunny wasn't a powerful adventurer!”
Some of the Gods had a very impressive Saint form, innately having horrifying fighting strength.
Even if they lost the amplification of their God Nation and Godhood, they were not easily insulted.
Whereas the innate fighting prowess of some of the Gods were a tragedy. Once they were swept off the God Nation, they were practically useless!
Of course, the foundation of a Saint was still present even if their fighting prowess was a tragedy, and they could not be flouted by the average person. However, Fang Yuan was not an average person, but an experienced hunter!
These remaining clues made Fang Yuan ascertain that the one he was hunting down was definitely not an experienced and ruthless person.
”Apotheosizing does not always only rely on strength. The luck needed is also great…”
He walked forward a few steps and saw a cave.
A cover of magic light was encircling the entrance of the cave, endlessly flickering like a firefly guiding the way.
Seeing this, a smile appeared on Fang Yuan.
In the dark depths of the cave, he could faintly make out a fifteen or sixteen year old girl squatting on the ground, her hands clutching her knees as her shoulders shivered. ”Wuwu… Don't find me… Sunny is so scared…”
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At the same time, a secret monastery in the Noether Kingdom.
”Dear Mother Earth Meira accepts us generously. The earth is her body, growing leaves and fruits that are bestowed to us as gifts… Thank you, Goddess, for giving us sustenance!”
A solemn sermon was currently being carried out in the monastery.
Inside the monastery of the Noether Kingdom, many of them were either the unsuccessful second sons or daughters of knights. And of course, there were also those who were banished for committing an offense.
Currently, with the prevalent natural and man-made disasters, these countryside monasteries instead became a hidden land of peace and happiness surviving with difficulty, even accepting a few refugees.
Inside the monastery, a pastor of Meira was preaching to a group of ignorant refugee youths.
”Thank you for saving us, Goddess. We are willing to believe in you, just like how we serve our parents!”
The eyes of those youths lit up as they crouched down.
”Huh?”
At this moment, the eyes of the preaching pastor moved.
Originally, increasing the number of believers for the Goddess would have allowed him to obtain a great amount of joy from her, but at this moment, there was evidently nothing.
Instead, an ominous feeling that something was wrong constantly bounced in his heart.
After some thought, he released a magic spell with much difficulty. ”Identification!”
Although using this spell only needed an average pastor before, it was now necessary for a bishop-rank pastor to use it.
A ray of pure white instantly expanded and enveloped these youths.
They were muddle headed and had no anomalies.
This indicated that they were all 'pure,' did not worship other Gods, and had no underlying blasphemous powers in their bodies.
However, a youth suddenly shouted as a blood red glow erupted to cover his body.
”This…” The bishop's pupils contracted. ”Divinity?!”
Ever since the Evil Demons descended, the existence of divinity was already no longer a secret.
”Sir?” Two warriors quickly rushed over and looked at this youth.
He was very frail and looked to be around fourteen or fifteen years old. At the moment, his eyes were filled with apprehension.
The bishop walked forward and asked with a very gentle voice, ”What is your name?”
”Dja-Django, the son of a soldier!” the teenager stuttered.
”You have not killed an Evil Demon before, but there is divinity in your body!” the bishop said slowly. He had previously seen some examples of this. The inheritance of divinity, other than through slaughtering and reproducing, had an active entrusting and embellishing component.
From this point of view, Django's aptitude was beyond expectations.
”As for whether you have plundered this for yourself, or it's a gift from your father, this is already not important… Do not be afraid, my child.”
The bishop raised his hand and touched Django's head. ”You are a lucky lad… If you had landed in the hands of the Church of Death three days ago, you would have definitely been burned at the stake, but we are under the command of Mother Earth Goddess!
”Furthermore, before the Goddess descended into the mortal world, she had given an oracle requiring us to take good care of you all!”
His voice seemed to carry a small comforting strength, making the guard and uneasiness of this youth relax, looking toward him with full of appreciation.