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Chapter 1340 1338. He Comes, He Sees, He Blesses - Monthly Tickets and More [610]

For the Count of Lyon, faith is just a tool.

As Fraser complained, people like his father would not be inspired by some concepts that are higher than reality, and Earl Lyon was not so empty that he needed faith to create a driving force for his life.

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

Of all the reasons that kept him going, faith was the least important.

However, since it is a tool, it must be used properly, especially in the current situation in East Prussia. Amid the panic of the people, there must be a force that can unite and give courage to others. When the night is shrouded in darkness and there is no sign of dawn, nothing can bring greater comfort to the frightened than worshiping the light itself.

As the commander-in-chief, the Earl does not despise these weak-hearted people. He knows very well that his worldview does not apply to everyone. Moreover, since the future Grand Duchy of Capet will establish the Church of Holy Light as the state religion, then when the disaster continues in this endless night, it will use all means to increase the presence of the Church of Holy Light.

Guided by this idea, in the two days since the fall of the Eternal Night, a large warehouse in the Frontier Fortress was converted into a temporary church for those frightened people to pray and ask the gods for strength.

There is no protection from the glorious artifacts in this fortress. In the face of the constantly attacking dark evils, only the scattered holy emblems can bring a weak protection. The power from the giants is exerted on the victims in various ways, giving them the courage to walk in the dark. 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 who are developing the 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 act of rescue is inherently highly utilitarian, Count Lyon hopes to use this action to make local victims realize who is truly protecting them.

But it is undeniable that the count's behavior objectively did save many lives.

The current situation of the Pioneer Fortress is similar to that of Banks City. Both have accommodated refugees far beyond the city's capacity. However, compared to the chaotic management of Banks City, which is 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 count used faith as a means to soothe the sadness and fear in the hearts of the people.

In a world where supernatural power already exists, respecting and using this power is true materialism. Although Count 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 beliefs on the continent.

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

Such an open attitude towards faith can satisfy the empty and impoverished spiritual world of the locals to the greatest extent, and by the way, establish good relations with various churches. Of course, the area where the Holy Light Shrine, which is the foundation of the place, is located is the largest and most formal. Most importantly, 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 "creating a character."

Let his future subjects know that he is also a devout believer and use faith as a means to consolidate his power, creating an illusion of "divine right of kings". In this way, he can unite those who have common pursuits on the largest scale. Moreover, this approach is the "cheapest" of all ways to create unity, second only to finding an old enemy.

The Count had no reason not to do so.

However, tonight, on the third night after the curtain of eternal night fell, Count Lyon, who was physically exhausted but spiritually burning like a raging fire and even a little excited, led hundreds of people in this warehouse to pray to the Holy Light for shelter. However, he felt a completely different feeling of prayer from the previous few days.

While reciting those gorgeous yet pragmatic religious words, the count could clearly feel that with every word he recited, an invisible force gathered in the shrine before him.

It was quite an amazing feeling.

It was as if something in him was extracted and gathered in front, like a line connected at 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 prayers of Holy Light hoping for the end of the night seemed to transform into nodes one after another in the material world, dedicating something they possessed 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 inner voice swayed, he could vaguely hear what the people around him were thinking. Of course, it was not as advanced as eavesdropping on the minds of others, but just a vague feeling at the level of emotions and desires. He could not hear any substantial secrets, but he could feel the most primitive desires of the believers.

The Count continued to recite his prayers, but he was trying to grasp this wonderful feeling.

He quickly got the hang of it and was able to perceive other people's thoughts from the floating minds around him.

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

The young men further back were filled with anger.

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

There are more pure desires. When many people pray to the Holy Light, all they want is for the darkness to recede quickly. They hope to return to their former life, which was not rich but at least peaceful. For this, they are willing to give everything.

Of course, the Count 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 Earl in praying here was purely because he was aware of the Earl's ambition and his actions, and hoped that he could be valued by the Earl and get a small share of this great event, so as to achieve a class leap.

This officer was not the only one who had such an idea. Most of the members appointed by Count Lyon as temporary managers of the fortress had similar ideas.

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

The Count did not dislike such utilitarianism.

At this moment, he just hopes that there are as many people like this as possible, and it would be even better if they could have some ability.

This wonderful connection through thinking, feeling and desire made Count Lyon more and more immersed in it. It was like he had found a fun toy. He carefully concealed his own desire while constantly feeling the desire of the people around him.

Perhaps most people hope that the disaster will end and that there will be a great power to help break the darkness. This common desire continues to merge and grow. Soon, almost within a few minutes, all the praying people, including Count Lyon, realize that this constantly assimilating desire has been "materialized."

Each of them could feel the power on the spiritual level radiating light and heat, as if there was a warm baby in their heart.

The heart-warming energy quickly filled and spread on the spiritual level, sweeping away all the uneasiness, cowardice and fear. The worshippers were visibly shocked, and then drawn by this force, they began to raise their voices involuntarily.

Their faces were all flushed, and their original low chanting 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 kind of melody, so that others could hear it, so that the world could hear it, and so that the gods in the sky could 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 Mother Earth was the oldest. This old dwarf, whose face was covered with earth runes, was knowledgeable. 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 divine fire. All believers will become firewood and witness the shaping of the symbol of all things with their own eyes! Under the cover of night, a miracle will be born!

Everyone else clear out immediately!
Let the believers stop praying so as not to disturb the transmission of the flame of faith! Quick! Summon all the believers of the Holy Light in the fortress to come here, their Lord needs them, and then seal this place! Remove the shrines of each party, tonight this will be a holy place that belongs exclusively to the Holy Light! "

Under the command of the old dwarf, other priests took action immediately. Warriors and civilians holding holy emblems from all over the fortress were gathered and sent to the warehouse church to join in this miracle of faith transmission.

Every newcomer knelt down among the chanting throng, and as soon as they began to sing, they immediately became part of the group.

Their thoughts and desires were extracted and purified through this "unity", and those positive desires that were in line with 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 the middle of it already felt a strong discomfort.

He could feel that a 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 popped bubbles.

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

He doesn't like this!

But he couldn't withdraw from this "chorus" at this time.

He didn't want everything he had done to go to waste because of an ungodly 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, as if filtering out all harmful impurities and turning them into a supernatural existence that is higher than reality.

In such a burning "storm of the soul", Count Lyon tried hard to keep his mind from undergoing 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 before his eyes.

He saw the war in Banks City, where those people gathered in a cramped space with fanatical faces shouting loudly, the airships in the sky dropping explosives and coordinating with the undead on the ground 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 arrival of truth, goodness and beauty.

And the next moment, the count saw Stromgarde in the distant land of Transia.

There were too many refugees and wounded people from East Prussia gathered in the city behind. In the church at the headquarters of the Church of Holy Light, they followed the simple but pious priests to tell their suffering and despair.

Also, in the dark night at the border, in the town filled with plague, the Burning Saint Warrior was holding a holy blade and waging a war of light and darkness with the embodiment of 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 feels the warmth and solidarity of like-minded people surrounded by countless brothers and sisters, and no longer has to worry about the wind and rain from the outside world.

That thought aggregate is taking shape!
It draws wisdom from countless beliefs to construct its own thinking. It extracts common desires from the minds of countless believers and uses them to shape its own ideals. It then "shapes" its own form through the common imagination of the believers, and finally, observes the world through their eyes.

Observe the world that it needs to serve and protect.

Obviously, this connection is bidirectional.
At this moment, the people praying become the pairs of "eyes" that observe, examine and construct a complete world on behalf of their gods.

Count Lyon felt as if 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 jointly created by countless people is about to be born.

He never realized that he was one of them!
I also have desires for the world, and my desires will become part of the creation of gods.

At this moment, he truly realized that the "heresies" he had heard before were that man had shaped the image of God. It was not blasphemy, but a fact.

When countless people longed for a God to come into the darkness to protect them, He appeared.

The Light opened its eyes, and the night receded
Just like the classic legend, the brightest light only appears in the darkest place. When Count Lyon opened his eyes in this wonderful "spiritual drifting", he saw golden flames flowing along the shrine in front of him and quickly covering the entire pioneer fortress.

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

Count Lyon was the person closest to the burning shrine in front of him. He felt his soul was cleansed as he looked at the floating flames in front of him. He wanted to emphasize 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 Holy Light!"

The count stood up and looked at the prayers behind him who, like him, had just woken up from a dream.

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

The Count raised his fist and shouted:

“The Holy Light is calling us. He is calling every warrior who refuses to succumb to 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 of our compatriots trapped in it.

just now!

I command you, I command you, to arm yourself, and follow me!
We will travel through the night to Banks City, and we will bring the miracle of Holy Light there! And then spread it to the whole world!

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

(End of this chapter)