Swamp Lord: I have an intelligence system.

It takes 100 points of divinity to upgrade weak divine power to low-level divine power, but he only has 10 points now.

The difference is 90 points.

This data may not seem like much, but 1 points of faith can be converted into 1 point of divine power, and 100 points of divine power can be converted into 1 point of divinity.

In other words, to gain 1 point of divinity, one needs to gather millions of faith powers.

90 points means million.

This number suddenly becomes exaggerated.

But the interesting point is that after he became a legitimate swamp god, the number of his believers has expanded to two to three million.

Not only do the residents of the territory believe in him, but other swamp creatures also provide him with the power of faith.

However, the power of faith that these believers who have not been baptized by missionaries can provide is very weak.

It is far inferior to the purity of the City of Wisdom, and it is even more incomparable to the ancient humans in the original plane.

All in all, the primordial plane is still the main source of the power of faith, but the primordial plane is in a tense state of preparation for war, and it is impossible not to consume the power of faith.

The promotion of most gods is achieved through accumulation of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years.

Moreover, gods need to consume divine power to maintain their kingdom and their own souls.

This kind of consumption is necessary for carrying the rules by itself. If the divine power is insufficient, it will fall into a weakened state.

Therefore, it is extremely difficult for gods who do not have enough believers to be promoted.

Of course, there are some special gods who are different from ordinary people and cannot be generalized.

This is why the Heart-Eating Lord, the evil god of the abyss, is so concerned about the main plane that he is ecstatic over just a few tens of thousands of low-quality believers plundered from the wilderness.

After calming down, he took a deep breath and his eyes became deep.

Strengthening ourselves is always the core of priority development.

But at present, it will take a lot of effort to accumulate 90 points of divinity in a short period of time.

You have to think of a way.

While thinking, he glanced at the attribute panel.

Although the power of faith has been consumed a lot recently, the accumulated amount has reached 400 million.

According to the current progress, about 80 faith powers can be harvested every day, which means that it will take three or four months without consumption to complete the promotion to weaker divine power.

Shake his head.

This is too slow. We are now in a period of great turmoil and the situation is changing so rapidly. How is it possible not to use the power of faith for three or four months?

The fastest way is to open source and gain more faith.

While thinking, he walked out of the city hall and walked to the swamp church.

Under the fanatical gaze of the vigil believers, they entered the basement which was forbidden to outsiders.

Congregation for the Faith.

Later, Lear recruited more people, expanding the team to a total of one thousand people.

Moreover, here you can enjoy the baptism of the power of faith and your body will not feel tired.

But for their mental health, they take turns every day to leave enough space for rest.

It was night time and there were not many people working, only three hundred.

Most people sleep at night, so there are much fewer people praying than during the day, so we can deal with it calmly.

When Lear arrived, the fanatics who were working immediately became excited.

Everyone stood up and saluted with burning eyes.

"The Great Lord"

"I salute you, Immortal Lord"

"Your Majesty."

As part of the power of gods, responding to believers' prayers has always been something exclusive to gods.

But now, they have to respond to the believers' prayers on behalf of the great Lord. This honor is so exaggerated that each of them does their best than anyone else.

Li Er nodded slightly, said a few words of encouragement and told them to continue working.

Looking at the fanatics who were busy again, his eyes became deep.

The best way to gain believers is still the one conceived before -

Use the Abyss Dark Stone to play pre-recorded dramas for preaching.

Just the mention of swamp-related words automatically allows you to watch the drama in your mind.

But there is a prerequisite. The amount of faith consumed by doing so is too exaggerated.

It takes a hundred times more time to establish a connection with non-believers than with believers!
Now, the four million points of faith he has accumulated will probably be consumed in an instant.

The best way is to expand gradually in a small area and guide little by little.

But this is not an easy task and requires him to control it personally.

But he didn't have so much time to do these things, so he planned to delegate this authority to his own Vatican's Ministry of Faith.

It just happens to be night now, and most intelligent life forms have the habit of being active during the day and hiding at night, so the number of people can be effectively controlled.

So as not to consume all the power of faith at once.

While thinking, Lear informed everyone of his idea and directly mobilized the power to delegate authority.

"As long as someone mentions the swamp or the gods, you will get a response. However, you need to control the number and quality of people. Not all lives need to be accepted. Prioritize those intelligent lives that have no faith or whose faith is relatively shallow."

"You will be the judge of the details. If you encounter any problems during the process, please give us feedback immediately. We will run the system for three days and then make improvements later."

"It is the great master."

When these fanatical believers heard that they were going to gain new believers for God, they all became excited.

Your Majesty, the great king, has entrusted even such a task to them. What a trust!
Praise Your Majesty!

After accepting their new authority, the more than 300 members of the Congregation for the Faith quickly went to work.

There is no need to sit still or operate any tools here, just sit firmly or lie down comfortably to connect to the believers.

At the edge of the wilderness, a barren stretch of hills untouched by humans.

There are a few dilapidated villages scattered here. In the distant past, they were once prosperous, but they declined a long, long time ago.

Now, only a few thousand people are left alive.

And with the integration of the dimensional plane, the demon tide and the invasion of wild beasts, the village is almost deserted.

The remaining residents can only make a living by digging roots and hunting rare wild animals.

But in the extremely cold weather, these gains were not enough to sustain thousands of people.

Every day, old people and children die at night.
Limestone Village.

In the small square in the center of the village, the night was dark and the bonfire flickered faintly, illuminating a large number of pale, sallow faces.

The wilted state is like dry vegetables.

The only two hundred or so people left in their village have gathered together, all of them young and middle-aged.

At this time, they are making the final decision whether to move out of the village.

There are an equal number of people in favor and against.

Beside the campfire, a young hunter named Ivan listened to his companions' heated argument. He sat on a stone with his head down and remained silent, holding a shiny wooden spear tightly in his hand.

Ivan is the highest-level hunter in the village. Although he is only in his early twenties, he has reached level 9!
During this period, he hunted the most ferocious wild beasts, which were the main source of food for the villagers.

He is very famous in the village, almost on par with the village chief.

But at this moment, this hunter showed an aura of decay.

His eyes were empty and desperate.

Over the past few days, he had taken the tribe's warriors out hunting, but to no avail.

The wild beasts in the wilderness had either been slaughtered or disappeared without a trace, and their food reserves had long been exhausted.

Tonight, the only child left in the tribe fell asleep hungry again, and his crying before going to bed sounded particularly harsh in the night wind.

"Everyone be quiet and listen to what Alvin has to say!"

At this moment, an old voice broke the quarrel, and Village walked slowly towards them, leaning on a cane.

His wrinkled face made him look very old, and his white hair matched the frost and snow outside.

There was a glimmer of hope in his cloudy eyes. More than 200 people turned their heads and looked at the young hunter who lowered his head.

"Ivan, tell me, do you support moving away or staying?"

"Yes, we listen to you. You are the most powerful hunter among us!"

"Ivan, let's go. There is no food here. If you stay, you will die!"

"But will we be able to survive if we go out? It's better to stay in the village and continue digging grass roots. At least we can survive for half a month. Who knows, there may be a new turn of events after half a month."

Hearing the heated argument again, Alvin slowly raised his head and looked at everyone calmly.

The quarrel gradually died down.

Everyone stopped talking and waited for him to speak.

After the scene was quiet, Alvin said slowly.

"There is no more prey in the wilderness and we can't hold out any longer."

"Stay in the village and you will die."

The village chief was silent for a moment, sighed, and looked up at the night sky: "Perhaps, we can only pray. The gods may have mercy on us."

"God?" Ivan sneered, anger flashing in his eyes.

"Those gods only care about their temples and believers! Small villages like ours have long been forgotten!"

The village chief did not refute, but just murmured in a low voice: "I hope. I hope there is still hope."

Ivan stiffened his neck and did not respond.

"Aiwen, do you agree to relocate and move away?"

"Leave? Hahaha, don't you know what will happen if you leave the village in the snow?"

Ivan stood up suddenly and roared.

"We have no hope anymore!"

"there is none left!"

"All the edible grass roots will be consumed in five days at most!"

"Going far away is just a dream! In this kind of weather, it's a miracle to walk 50 kilometers. At most, we will all die in the wild in three days!"

After saying this, he ignored the crowd who were staring at him angrily and turned around and strode away.

Then, the field fell into deathly silence.

The last bit of morale was completely gone. Everyone stood up and left silently.

The burning bonfire was gradually dying out.

Alvin sat alone on a rock at the entrance of the village, staring at the dark wilderness in the cold wind.

Hunger made his stomach twitch, and the sound of his sister crying before she went to sleep tonight appeared in his mind.

That was the last child in the village.

He gripped the wooden spear tightly, his knuckles turning white, and a feeling of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

“If there really are gods.”

Ivan roared suddenly with a trembling voice.

"Why don't you save us? Why let us suffer like this?!"

He raised his head and looked at the starry sky, with resentment flashing in his eyes.

Perhaps he was extremely desperate, or perhaps the village chief's words touched a string deep in his heart, he closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and prayed softly.

"Which god you are, if you can hear me, please save my village. Save my sister. We just want to survive."

His voice was weak and trembling, carrying a glimmer of hope, which dissipated in the night wind.

At the same time, in the basement of the Swamp Church in the City of Dew.

A fanatical believer of the Vatican's Faith Department, a swamp dweller named Sarah, was responding with her eyes closed.

In capturing the calls related to the "Swamp" "Spirit" nearby.

Suddenly, a faint prayer signal came into her mind, carrying strong despair and hope.

That prayer was so special that she noticed it instantly.
Sarah sensed quickly and immediately discovered that the other person's emotions were so pure and clean.

The one praying is a young human being who has never believed in any gods.

According to Lear's instructions, these prayers are the first to be proselytized.

After confirming that everything was correct, he mobilized the invisible power of rules and activated the missionary scene recorded in advance.

An invisible wave passed through space and reached the graystone village on the wilderness plain.

Ivan was still praying with his head down, but suddenly a strange scene appeared in his mind.

He seemed to be in a vast swamp, and the moist air was filled with the fragrance of grass and soil.

In the distance, a magnificent city interwoven with vines and cacti rose from the ground. Majestic cold-blooded cavalry stood on the city walls, and crowned eagle knights soared in the sky.

In the swamp, countless lives are thriving and multiplying, three-tailed pigs are leisurely nibbling on the grass, and colorful candy dragons are playing in the mist.

A low and majestic voice sounded in Ivan's mind.

"This is the City of Dew, the holy land of the swamp. Believe in the God of the swamp, and you will be protected and reborn."

The scene changed, and Alvin saw a fertile farmland, moonlight mushrooms emitting soft light in the night, and swamp wheat swaying in the wind.

The residents of the tribe worked in the fields with happy smiles on their faces, and the children chased each other and played, no longer crying because of hunger.

Cold-blooded cavalry patrol the edge of the swamp, driving away demons and beasts, and guarding this paradise.

"The Swamp God has mercy on all those who suffer. Join us and share the abundance and peace."

The voice continued, with a reassuring power.

The dramatic scene slowly faded away, and Alvin suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaving violently.

He looked around, the night was still the same, the wilderness was still the same, but the despair in his heart was replaced by a warm flame.

He didn't know what it was, but he felt a hope he had never felt before, that there was a spirit out there who actually heard his prayers.

"The Swamp God."

Ivan was stunned.

A dazzling light burst out in his eyes.

He could clearly sense the pressure and immortality that penetrated deep into his soul.

That is something that cannot be replaced by anything!

God, is it really God? That immortal being is looking at him? !
He trembled and staggered without any hesitation, just like a drowning man who found the last straw.

He knelt down suddenly, with his head pressed firmly against the ground.

The tone was crazy and hot.

"Great Lord, immortal swamp god, I, Ivan, a villager of Graystone Village, am willing to sacrifice my faith, my life and my soul, and beg you to save us!"

The strong desire and power of faith pierced through time and space like a sharp arrow.

It was directly fed back to the Vatican’s Department of Faith.

Lear, who stayed here to observe the development of the situation, sensed it at the first moment.

With a slight movement of his mind, he personally connected with the power of faith.

In an instant, one could sense that the other party's level of faith had soared to the level of a devout believer, which was exaggerated!

It is also extremely pure and clear, without any impurities.

At the same time, it is mixed with a strong desire.

next moment.

Alvin only felt an indescribable majestic figure appear in his mind, and the aura it exuded was sacred and inviolable.

Filled with an indescribable sense of grandeur.

Lear was very happy when he saw the first believer after the plan started.

The effect is so outstanding?

Then the next believer expansion plan may be even bolder! (End of this chapter)