Swamp Lord: I have an intelligence system.

These simple ancient humans were deeply moved by the swamp witch's selfless spirit.

Coupled with the dramatic performances over the past few days, everyone has a very favorable impression of the Swamp Cult and is familiar with its teachings.

After this seemingly trivial incident, dozens of residents took the final step and naturally became believers of the Swamp Cult.

The moment they become believers, they feel a vast, majestic, inviolable and sacred aura permeating their souls.

The great, eternal being, beheld them across endless space.

Appreciation, affirmation...all kinds of emotions flooded into my heart.

These believers were stunned at first, then they were in disbelief, and finally they were so excited that they cried.

They felt it, felt the gaze of the great swamp god!!

My God, God actually saw them!!
What an honor, what an honor!!
Many residents knelt on the ground, praying loudly with red faces.

The pious tone and passionate attitude deeply touched the residents around.

Looking at my familiar companions, I saw them praying in the same posture as the characters in the drama, and subconsciously recited the prayers with them in my heart.

After reciting the prayer, I suddenly felt a sacred breath coming.

It was like a being living among the endless stars looking down.

Although it was casual, the atmosphere it conveyed was very clear.

The other party looked here!!

My heart is trembling.

So, that's the swamp god?

There really are gods!!

After this wave of operations, the number of shallow believers directly exceeded one hundred!
Gods, these are legendary beings. Although the Immortal Temple has been built for a long time, even the elders in the village say that this is the village’s blessed place, and it can become their patron saint when dark creatures attack.

But where are the dark creatures?

They have lived in the village since they were young and have never seen any dark creatures.

Instead, they were bitten by wild animals, suffered from colds, fevers and other diseases.

Moreover, my prayers have never been answered, and I can't even feel the existence of the gods I believe in.
Over time, even the older generation became somewhat confused about the temple.

In comparison, the temple is more like a custom than a belief.

At this moment, the true god descended, and the impact directly penetrated the soul and went through the blood!
In comparison, the immortal god that I believed in before, who had never received any response and whose existence I could not feel, seemed to be nothing special.

The inner balance shifts quietly.

After the rescue incident, the aftermath is still lingering.

The swamp banshee took advantage of the situation and began to treat other villagers who had old injuries and illnesses.

It looks like they are exchanging their own vitality for the health of the villagers.

This scene moved many villagers to tears and their inner faith deepened with their actions.

After finishing all this, the crowd dispersed with excitement. At this time, a young villager about eighteen or nineteen years old approached the swamp banshee with a bit of shyness.

"Hello ladies, can I ask you something?"

The 10 swamp banshees stopped in unison and looked at each other.

Seeing this scene, the young man subconsciously grasped the corners of his clothes with both hands and stammered.

"Can, is it okay?"

The swamp witch who rescued the villagers showed a gentle smile on her face.

"Of course you can, young Catanaro warrior."

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on the young man's face, and he straightened his back subconsciously.

Warrior, this is an honorific title for the brave and fearless warriors in the play Swamp Hero.

Although he had never been on a battlefield or even touched a sword, the sharpest weapon in his hand was the hatchet he sharpened before going up the mountain to chop wood.

But, young boys, who doesn't want to be a warrior who leads the army, a general or commander who breaks through the enemy's formation and kills the enemy? !

"Greetings, bearer of the brilliance of the swamp."

The young man subconsciously stood at attention and greeted loudly.

This is the greeting that the Swamp Cult members in the play would most like to hear.

Sure enough, the other party's expression became more relaxed.

"Warrior, what's your question?"

"Madam, I want to ask you a question."

Her face was flushed and full of reverence, yet also somewhat self-abased and shy.

"After believing in the great swamp god and becoming a disseminator of the swamp's glory, can I join the army of the City of Wisdom?"

A look of encouragement appeared on the face of the Swamp Witch.

“It’s a brave move!”

"The City of Wisdom always welcomes brave young people!"

"Can I do that?!"

"To become a warrior, you need to pay a great price. Young warrior, are you ready?"

The young man suddenly became excited.

The tone was firm.

"I'm ready!"

As he said this, he imitated the protagonist in the drama and suddenly knelt on one knee.

He placed his right hand on his chest and solemnly swore an oath.

"Nice Orlando, I swear to the great swamp god, and I am willing to become the disseminator of the glory of the master. I believe in the great master and will protect the glory of the swamp with my soul and life."

"Fearless, unyielding, brave and resolute, live in the face of death!"

"I am willing to take on the responsibility of spreading the glory of the swamp and spreading the glory of my god to the world."

"I beg for your mercy."

The solemn oath resounded through the sky, and after the swamp banshee sensed it slightly, she responded solemnly.

"The devout believers should bathe in the glory of our Lord!"

"In the name of the Spreader of Swamp Glory, I declare that the Swamp Cult officially accepts you as a believer. In the future, I hope you can continue to maintain your original intention and fight for the glory of our God!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and slowly pressed it on the top of his head.

The next moment, the young man felt a vast and majestic breath rushing in. The power was like the stars in the sky and the vast ocean, which instantly made him excited.

God, he's got his eyes on him!!

Suddenly I felt that I had established a unique connection with that supreme being.

He became a certified believer!!
Become a member of the swamp sect!
In the future, you can openly participate in religious activities and even participate in the election of clergy!
Ordinary believers can freely believe in the great swamp god, but only those certified by the sect can become clergy.

The next moment, a night elf stepped forward and handed the swamp banshee a long sword and a set of light armor.

After he took it, he placed the sword against his shoulder.

"In the name of the Spreader of Swamp Glory, I declare that you will be officially accepted as a reserve for the army of the City of Dew. Once you pass the formal assessment, you can serve."

"I hope you will abide by the military's discipline, fight bravely, and not fear life or death!"

"I accept this supreme honor!"

The young man made a loud promise.

"I will fight to the death for the City of Wisdom!"

The City of Witness is the territory established by God when he descended to the world, and it is still entrenched in the swamp.

Only by becoming a member of the City of Little Dew can we get close to the Lord, listen to the Lord's grace, and bathe in the divine light!
The first official believer of the Swamp Cult and a reserve soldier of the City of Dew Army was quietly born at this moment.

Nice Orlando, this name, is unremarkable at the moment.
After taking the sword, he immediately held it in his hand excitedly. He could feel the sharpness of the sword.

He quickly learned how to use the thin armor on his body.

Drip it with blood.

The next moment, the armor seemed to come alive, covering the body directly and enveloping the entire body.

His entire body turned black and gold, and on his helmet, there appeared a symbol that only the protagonist in a play had—a mark of swamp and moss. That was the symbol of the swamp.

Alchemically activated armor can automatically form a suitable shape according to the user and fit the user perfectly.

What Nice Orlando had in mind was the armor of the protagonist in the play, and it fit perfectly at this moment.

He was so excited that he could hardly control himself.

His heart was filled with ambition and fighting spirit, and he couldn't wait to go out and spread the glory of the Swamp Sect!
Soon the whole village knew that he had officially become a member of the Swamp Cult.

The believers' eyes were full of recognition and approval, and a strong yearning arose in their hearts.

But since they are not good at fighting, they can only envy.

The villagers who were still hesitating were greatly stimulated and hesitated on the edge to decide whether to pray to the great swamp god.

That evening, the drama performance began again.

But this time, Nice Orlando, who was sitting in the first row to maintain order and wearing a striking armor, became the focus of everyone's attention before the show started.

Especially the armor that was extremely similar to the one worn by the protagonist in last night's drama performance was even more eye-catching!
Nice sensed this and subconsciously straightened his chest.

The smile on his face wouldn't fade away.

Praise the Swamp Gods!!
At this moment, he experienced the happiness that only the protagonist had.

His inner faith became even stronger. Only my Lord could allow such an inconspicuous and transparent person like him to receive such glory!

The villagers forgot all about it until the drama performance began.

This time, the drama performance, like the conversion of the Gray Hyena people, began to become straightforward and explicit in its missionary work, but it was based on the previous two performances.

The villagers have already accepted the Swamp Cult to the greatest extent, and now it is natural for them to accept everything.

When the final curtain fell, the swamp banshee led all the villagers to pray.

Most of them immediately knelt down on the ground and prayed loudly like the protagonists of a drama.

Nice had a determined look and the loudest voice.

This warm atmosphere also infected the remaining residents. In the end, except for one old man who was still standing there, more than 300 villagers had knelt on the ground and prayed excitedly.

And at the moment the prayers sounded, those villagers who had not yet joined the Swamp Cult also felt the supreme power overlooking the world.

God is watching them!

Even expressed satisfaction with them!

My heart suddenly became extremely excited.

Compared to the immortal temple where I have prayed countless times but never received any response.

At this moment, the swamp god and the swamp cult that can save them from disease are more approachable and readily available.

It is no longer an illusory thought, but has become a tangible reality.
The villagers fell to their knees on the ground in an instant. As expected, all of them became shallow believers after this move.

The prayers grew louder.

At the same time, in Nice ahead, his faith devotion was directly promoted from a deep believer to a devout believer.

His eyes were particularly sincere.

Most of those who were shallow believers at first have now become deep believers.
Waves of faith connected with Lear through time and space.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that the power of his faith was so strong and surging.

The power of faith provided by these ancient humans is enough for shallow believers to be as devout as ordinary people!

Deep believers can be compared to fanatics.
Although there were only more than 300 believers, he felt as if the number had increased by 3,000.

I was amazed in my heart, it is worthy of being the original plane, it is so awesome!
If one could get a few hundred thousand believers, one could directly cultivate a god with weak divine power!
After the prayer, the villagers who participated in this collective activity were in extremely high spirits.

I wish I could praise everything loudly!
The swamp witch then, without using any of her abilities, had Nice organize all the villagers to pray again.

Except for the old man who never knelt down to pray from beginning to end, everyone agreed.

Then for a whole hour, the small village spent the whole hour in prayer.

When the meeting ended, the number of deep believers had reached two hundred.

Progress is rapid.

When everyone went back to rest, under the night sky, only the old man who had never knelt down to pray was left alone.

With cloudy eyes, he stared at the inconspicuous temple in the square with a flickering look.

The hunched body did not move for a long time.

Lear had already sensed the other party's presence. After hesitating for a moment, he controlled the possessed swamp banshee to slowly walk to the old man and asked softly.

"Old man, I see some worry on your face. Can you tell me about it?"

The old man woke up from his thoughts and subconsciously turned to look at him.

After a long time, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Outlander, you are here to spread the faith of the Swamp Cult, right?"

Lear nodded slowly.

"Yes, we are the spreaders of the glory of the swamp."

The old man showed a look of nostalgia on his face.

"My great-grandfather once told me that the temple is the foundation of everything we have, and we must not let anyone destroy it no matter what."

He said this while looking at Lear seriously.

"No matter how many people believe in the Swamp Cult, I will not allow the Immortal Temple to be destroyed!"

Lear looked at the serious look and chuckled.

"Old man, who said we were going to destroy the temple?"

There was a look of surprise on the other person's face.

"But, after believing in you, won't we have to tear down the temple?"

What religious sect would allow the existence of other temples? !
"No, that's what other sects do. The swamp is tolerant and can accommodate everything. Even if the Swamp Sect takes root in the village, it will never destroy the Immortal Temple."

"On the contrary, we still support all believers to go to the temple to pay homage to their ancestors and pray for blessings during festivals."

"No one will destroy our common temple!"

The old man stood still when he heard this and said in a trembling voice.

"You, are you telling the truth? The Swamp Cult can allow the Immortal Temple to continue to exist?"

This is not only a matter of faith, but also the repeated instructions and inheritance from our ancestors.

Like the soul of this village.

Without the temple, it would be like having his soul sucked away, and he would never allow that!

I received this sudden and unexpected message at this moment, and the emotions in my heart are indescribable.

"This is nature! The disseminator of the swamp's glory will never deceive our own people."

"Good, good, good!"

The old man's favorable impression towards the Swamp Cult reached its peak at this moment.

"Praise the swamp!"

At this moment, Lear could feel a weak but firm force of faith quietly connecting with him.

The last villager thus completely became a believer of the Swamp Cult.

At the same time, the intelligence system in Lear's mind quietly refreshed -

[You have successfully conquered a temple guarding force without leaving any hidden dangers, and completely got rid of the influence of the temple. You have also obtained an additional piece of information - the place where the temple is located will be guarded by ancient humans. Only by completely killing these ancient humans or making them convert their beliefs can the temple's defense be removed. Once you forcefully attack the ancient humans, the temple will be activated, and the ancient humans guarding the temple will be transformed by the temple into the ultimate creature - the Holy Light Angel.]

[After occupying the temple, you can consume certain resources to recruit unique temple soldiers from the temple to protect the safety of the temple. ]

When Lear saw the hint of intelligence emerging, he was suddenly shocked.

Wow, there is such a secret?

I was a little alert in my heart. If I force it, the temple's defense mechanism will be triggered and the Holy Light Angel will appear? !
At this moment, I inexplicably felt that this was definitely a cesspool. If I acted rashly, I would definitely get into big trouble.

Life forms above level 15 are forbidden to enter this plane. The Holy Light Angel will definitely dominate!
Fortunately, according to the previous intelligence, the swamp banshees were sent to preach.

Then he became excited again. Now, this temple had become his!

Not only can you use the temple to obtain some of the power of the original plane, but you can also recruit guardian soldiers from the temple. (End of this chapter)