So I'm a sheep.

Unfortunately, it also became a stronghold for the fallen.

At this moment, John's ruthlessness rose within him. He truly refused to believe that such a vast city as Nester could not find even a single church that had not fallen!

Because he was dressed as a priest, the robbers he encountered on the road did not dare to make things difficult for John.

This made him secretly proud, and it further solidified his resolve.

After visiting seven or eight churches, John finally found his group.

"Welcome home, young priest!"

A single sentence from the acting bishop almost brought tears to John's eyes.

After spending a few happy days in the church, one evening, the acting bishop found John.

"Dear John, I hope I didn't disturb your rest?"

“Not at all, Your Excellency, please come in.” John consciously omitted the word ‘proxy’.

After going inside and chatting with John for a while, the acting bishop suddenly sighed.

"Your Excellency, why do you sigh?"

"John, I don't think this can go on."

“The devout believers are almost being seduced by those fallen ones!”

Upon hearing this, John's expression also darkened.

"Your Excellency, I am heartbroken as well, but what can we do?"

"..."

"There is a way."

The old man stared intently at John: "Let's see if you young people dare to do it!"

Volume 1: Chapter 129 Something's Wrong

John's heart skipped a beat: "Your Excellency, what do you mean?"

“Nisteria is in chaos, how can our church headquarters sit idly by?”

The old man said slowly, "In fact, Archbishop Julian's envoy has already made contact with me, and there will be a major operation at headquarters soon."

"Oh, oh, oh, those fallen ones are finally going to be punished!" John exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes, once the combined forces of the Church and Yuelan arrive, the blasphemers will be annihilated."

"But now both King Yuelan and the Archbishop are in a difficult position."

"what?"

"John, have you forgotten those bishops who were captured by Duke Wood?"

"They are now hostages of Duke Wood. The Duke is threatening King Yuelan and the Archbishops that if war breaks out, he will first sacrifice the Archbishops as a sacrifice."

“Tyrant! Tyrant!” John trembled with rage.

"We cannot let the bishops' sacrifices be in vain, so we must take action!"

The old man sat up straight: "Some old friends and I have gathered many devout priests like you, John. If we unite, we will surely be able to turn things around."

As he spoke, the acting bishop lowered his head deeply: "Alas, those old guys and I are getting old, and there are some things we really want to do but can't."

"This heavy responsibility will inevitably fall on the shoulders of you young people!"

"Your Excellency, what are you saying?"

John said solemnly, "I am not afraid of dying if I can fight for the church."

"Please tell me, what can I do for you, for the Church of the Stars?"

"Unite those believers who have not been misled and launch a holy war against Duke Wood!"

"But those fallen priests..."

“Nistry is so big, there must be places they can’t cover.”

The old man pulled a map out of his clothes and spread it out on the table. John noticed that many places on it were marked with red dots.

“Every village marked with a red dot is a place where we can win over supporters.”

"John, I have high hopes for you, so I picked a slightly more challenging one for you. What do you think..."

“I will not let you down!” John said loudly.

"Okay, pack your things and get some rest today. We'll leave first thing tomorrow morning."

The old man said gently, "Things aren't very peaceful outside right now. I'll have someone escort you all the way to your destination."

"Ah, thank you, Your Excellency!"

John couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning, because he was going to start "big things" tomorrow.

He was afraid that if he failed to mobilize the believers in the end, the old man would be disappointed in him.

A moment later, he started daydreaming about the future, feeling that once he accomplished this, the position of bishop would be within his reach!

John drifted off to sleep just before dawn. He was a light sleeper and was jolted awake when he felt his door being pushed open.

"Well, Your Excellency, good morning."

"Did I wake you up, John? You don't look well. Go back to sleep a little longer."

"No, I'll get up right now!"

Although he was still very tired because he hadn't slept for long, John was incredibly excited.

He jumped out of bed, quickly put on his clothes, and slung the packed bag over his shoulder.

"Your Excellency, we may depart now."

"Good, good, good, young people are full of energy."

The old man personally escorted John to the door, carefully instructing the escort to take good care of the young man before watching them leave with a smile.

'With those wizard apprentices around, this fallen one can't cause any trouble.'

'Alas, the angels are far too merciful.'

'It would be better if this guy got his head chopped off by a soldier.'

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Don't turn me into a frog!

John, who had taken a nap at noon, suddenly woke up. He sat up in bed, looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found no one else.

"..."

"Oh, Your Excellency, you think too highly of me." John gave a wry smile.

He had been in this village for some time and had already figured out the general situation here.

One fallen priest, two evil wizards, and a whole bunch of no longer devout believers.

'It's practically the enemy's headquarters!'

John sighed inwardly. He had been full of enthusiasm, eager to do something extraordinary, but alas...

'I'm definitely going to fail. Even if some devout followers help me openly or secretly, if the wizards are in a bad mood one day, my life might be in danger.'

Losing his life wasn't the worst thing; John had heard rumors about wizards before.

It is said that evil wizards love to turn people they dislike into frogs, forcing them to eat disgusting insects every day and spend their entire lives rolling in the mud.

If things really turned out that way, John felt it would be better to just die.

The priest was feeling very depressed, and at that moment, an inexplicable impulse rose in his heart.

'I want to go out and see'

What to look at?

Why go out during the hottest time of day?

John was very confused, but his legs seemed to have a mind of their own and walked out of the house before his brain could react.

"Huh, how come I..."

The priest was a little scared, but when he saw that holy figure, his mind went blank.

It had just rained this morning, and the ground was muddy.

Yet, she walked the entire way without a single stain on her body.

Birds sang around her, and with every step she took, flowers bloomed on the ground.

She reached out and scattered the seeds on the ground, and in no time, abundant fruits were about to sprout from the soil.

No one dared to shout loudly and disturb this sacred being; the believers all prostrated themselves on the ground with fanatical expressions.

'Goddess, by your side.'

John almost groaned out loud; he had wondered what he would do if he ever saw an angel.

'As an angel, to be manipulated by wizards, of course I have to give her a good scolding to wake her up.'

John thought so then, but when he actually saw the angel today, his legs went weak and he almost knelt down with the others.

How could such a holy angel be manipulated by an evil wizard?

That's impossible! John saw with his own eyes two wizards in the village kneeling before the angels just like ordinary villagers!

Could it be that, in reality, it wasn't the wizards who manipulated the angels, but rather the angels who manipulated the wizards?

But why?

Why would such an angel stand against the church?

John's mind was a complete blank; he didn't realize that after the angel left, many of the villagers around him were looking at him strangely.

Volume 1: Chapter 130 Ingenious Ideas