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It was a room that was out of tune with the medieval style, but Bishop Theresa, wearing a white coat, appeared in it without any sense of incongruity and spoke to a mechanical voice.

“How far is it from the planned amount?”

[Build a data model based on the current number of believers, add economic factors, add fertility factors, add weather factors...]

[It is estimated that it will take another 11160 hours to complete the charging]

This was not a difficult time to endure, at least compared to the years she had already lived, it was like a blink of an eye.

Bishop Theresa sat down wearily. Rays of virtual light flashed across the sky, creating a transparent recliner that caught Bishop Theresa.

【Do you need to prepare for a deep sleep? 】

"That's a good suggestion. We can start implementing the plan as soon as we wake up."

Bishop Theresa closed her eyes, but whenever it was dark in front of her eyes, a figure would appear.

It was the back of a young and energetic man, who turned his head and spoke in a compassionate tone.

You just gave up.

"Huh!" Bishop Theresa suddenly opened her eyes, holding her forehead and gasping for breath.

【Do you care about what that young man said? 】

【Youth, based on analysis, that's more like a teenager.】

Rays of blue light swept across the sky, forming illusory figures. They were young and old, male and female, ugly and beautiful, with different names, but they were all the same person inside.

They are what Bishop Theresa used to be.

No human personality can bear the weight of thousands of years of accumulated experience. The elves are the best example of this. Elves may be noble, but thousands and tens of thousands of years of experience have long distorted their personalities.

So every time she changed her body, she would cut off her memories and place them in an external mind palace, so that her personality would always remain the same as it was at the beginning.

Only in this way can we ensure that our original intentions remain unchanged or distorted.

But because of this, these memories have the same authority and will pop up on their own to ask and answer questions.

I modeled his face through sound wave refraction; it turned out to be a handsome young man.

[I'm a little sad to be rejected by a cute boy.]

"In the beginning, we were men." Bishop Theresa sighed tiredly.

[But when we woke up in this era, we were in her form. Our original form had disappeared.]

A virtual woman appeared and walked in front of Theresa, her appearance would shock all the believers of the Holy Cross.

Because that person looks exactly like the statue of the Virgin Mary.

"Maria." Bishop Theresa murmured and subconsciously stretched out her hand towards the virtual figure of the Virgin Mary, but she quickly reacted and retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted.

"I should have told you not to appear in her image. She has died with that era."

[I am the original virtual person. You have no right to order me around.]

The Virgin Mary turned around, and her virtual body turned back into light and disappeared.

So you want to sleep?

The little girl's avatar lay on Bishop Teresa's lap, blinking her big eyes.

[According to my calculations, the probability of you seeing that boy in your dream is 100%. How romantic.]

The virtual person, who looked like a prodigal, leaned sideways on the recliner, waving his arms as if reciting poetry.

Bishop Theresa held her face. If she didn't undergo memory segmentation, her personality would become all these bizarre things. She had taken so many precautions, but she had already become the person she was now, telling dirty jokes and teasing teenagers, let alone an elf.

The elves are truly innocent.

"Roland, where is Roland Diodo?"

Roland Diodo, one of the most outstanding Knights General in the history of the Holy Cross, protected the Holy Cross from foreign invasions many times, and finally died of exhaustion while protecting the people.

This man has gone down in history and even has a statue in his memory, but he is just a part of Bishop Theresa's past.

[Your current state is not suitable for entering a deep sleep. If you care too much about that boy, your emotional fluctuations will affect your sleep.]

A man in armor walked out. He had a steady voice and was extremely reliable. He was exactly what Bishop Theresa admired most about herself.

Of someone who fights outside the walls to protect others.

I won't be in the ark, I will be fighting.

The corner of Bishop Theresa's eye twitched, and Blaze's voice echoed in her ears again.

"Do you think he is as special as you?" Bishop Theresa asked Roland, covering her forehead.

[No, he's not anyone special, just an ordinary boy.] Roland crossed his arms, a complicated expression on his face.

【That’s why you feel like yourself.】

Everyone was once so young and full of energy, not knowing how to give up, but in the end they all grew up.

【what you up to? 】

Countless virtual people filled the room, they were all Bishop Theresa, so their questions were equivalent to the questions in Bishop Theresa's heart.

Even though she knew that the person was not her, Bishop Theresa still subconsciously looked at the back figure outside the crowd - the back of the Virgin Mary.

"Once the energy is fully charged, it will destroy all areas except [U-22]. It will be done instantly, and the creatures there will not even know what happened."

[Yes, it took us thousands of years to achieve this. If we had been able to accomplish this back then...]

"Don't make meaningless assumptions about the past. I need advice from now."

【Go fight.】

Use the victory or defeat of the battle to prove that the other party is wrong. 】

"Does it matter to me who is right or wrong?" Bishop Theresa sneered, holding her chin and half-closed her eyes.

【So what is important to you? 】

"For the world to return to purity..."

【Are you even going to lie to yourself? 】

Bishop Theresa froze for a long time before speaking as if to change the subject.

"Still can't find any trace of the teacher?"

【…】

"I understand. Prepare the challenge letter."

……

Herbie touched Blaze's forehead, then his own, and after making sure the temperature was about the same, he murmured, "So you don't have a fever, it's just that your brain is confused. You're just an idiot."

"You made me transform just to do this?" Blaze slapped away Herbie's little hand that wanted to touch his chest.

"Nonsense! I need to make sure you're not stupid enough to challenge a guy who could potentially destroy the world!"

"No, I was overthinking it when I said it would destroy the world." Herbie was so excited that he looked calm.

"It's a fight with someone who can directly lift up the ground, the things under the ground, and the bottom of the things under the ground."

"To be precise, it's a one-on-one fight."

"Aww!"

Furious, Herbie bit Blaze's nose, the only part of his face not protected by fur.

Chapter 277: Becoming a God through Faith

Hebi activated his skill Bite!

The effect is outstanding!

"It hurts so much!" Blaze rolled on the ground, holding his nose. It wasn't about how much blood he lost, but it really hurt.

"Hmph!" Herbie crossed his arms and raised his head, looking as if Blaze deserved it.

But Blaze screamed so miserably that she still glanced at him secretly. Only after she was sure that Blaze was actually fine did she feel relieved.

"Herbie, I didn't act impulsively. I've thought about this carefully."

Blazer finally recovered, rubbing his nose and patting his side, hoping Herbie would listen to his ideas. Although Herbie snorted, he still sat down obediently.

"That Bishop Theresa has many names. I remember over 30, including Paladin Grand Master Roland, a renowned figure in the history of the Holy Cross."

"Not only that, there are also missionaries who came to the Giant Kingdom to spread the faith." Herbie crossed his legs with a serious expression.

Blaze had no idea what the names he remembered meant, but Herbie, with his vast knowledge, was well aware of their significance: a Paladin leader, a renowned bard, a missionary, and even some of the kingdom's most notable historical figures.

The true face of Mother Teresa can be said to be a shadow hidden in the human history of this era.

"This kind of guy is definitely the type who would never show up before everything is ready. And her revealing her identity and appearing in front of me is likely to be her only flaw."

"Yes, and she probably has a lot of backup plans." Hebi pinched his chin, squinting his eyes as he thought hard. "For example, that Paladin Roland died of exhaustion, and his body was completely eaten by the invaders."

"So, she's probably prepared multiple bodies, and when one is eliminated, she'll switch to the next. If you insist on defeating her at that time, she might simply let you kill her and take on a low-key identity to continue lurking."

"But I find it hard to imagine someone of this level being provoked by you and actually challenging you in a one-on-one fight."

Blazer spread his hands. He couldn't understand what was going on in the mind of someone who planned to destroy most of the world. But Bishop Theresa's shouting was so heartbreaking that she probably thought about it even in her sleep.

"So there's nothing wrong with this. If she accepts my provocation, it means she's childish and wants to settle the score with me. At that time, I'll win and resolve the possibility of conspiracy in advance."

"But if she doesn't accept it, then at least we know her current identity is Bishop Theresa, and we can place spies to monitor her."

As soon as Blaze finished speaking, he found that Herbie was looking at him strangely.

"Your expression right now is just like saying, it turns out this guy really thought carefully before doing something stupid."

"That's right." Herbie nodded, revealing a gentle motherly smile. She stretched out her arm to touch Blaze's forehead. "You've grown up and learned to use your brain. It must be my credit."

"I have a feeling she'll decide whether to fight me before the Stranger concludes the Guild War, but the trouble is, her methods are very strange."

Blaze lowered his head helplessly, letting Herbie's movements go a little easier, and described the methods used by Bishop Theresa.

"A transparent blue shield, short-distance space movement... Most importantly, she's an ordinary human, using neither magic nor skills. The possibility of prayer is low, and this will be a completely unknown battle."

"Perhaps they're using faith," the silent old lion said slowly. "The Holy Cross Theocracy invented a god in its history. This god, worshipped so devoutly for thousands of years, possessed neither a physical form nor a name. Those beliefs couldn't have vanished for no reason. They must have been manipulated by this person who existed for thousands of years and entered into something else."

"And that thing is the most crucial prop for the mastermind to complete his plan."

"Well, that makes sense. It also explains why the Holy Cross Bishop is so eager to build a church in places like the Giant Kingdom Alliance that reject the Holy Cross." Hebi exhaled, and said, not knowing whether it was with ridicule or admiration, "He's really unwilling to give up even the smallest bit of meat."

"Does Bishop Theresa want to become a god?"

[Becoming a god] is something that the strangers have always complained about. In the past two years, the strangers have defeated a lot of monsters who want to become gods and use it as a casual conversation after dinner.

As the strangers say, if someone aspires to become a god, they must be incredibly crazy and arrogant. Such enemies are usually just small fry. They'll either be shoved aside by the next more forbearing and mentally stable enemy, or they'll be defeated by a bunch of people shouting about love and friendship.

"Let's not even mention whether he's just a human being and can become a vessel of faith. If he wanted to become a god, he would have done it long ago. There's no need to wait until now."

No one's words could be more credible than the old lion who was on his way to becoming a god, so Blaze breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't have to fight a god.

Of course, it is a headache to know where such a large amount of faith is stored and how to use it.

"What exactly is faith?" Blaze decided to start from the basic settings to understand it. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle.

This faith should be different from the faith attribute of the blessed. The faith attribute of the blessed is the value that affects the effectiveness of prayer, and even if there is no faith, there can be faith attributes. But Blaze asked about the faith of ordinary people, that is, the kind of situation where they kneel before the statue and mutter in awe.

"Simply put, it's a wish. After all, no matter what kind of creature it is, they only tell God what they want. Of course, what's important is that these wishes are concentrated on one being. When there are more, a qualitative change occurs, from a sentence or an emotion into materialized energy."

"Wish, concentration..."

Blaze touched his chin and fell silent. Herbie blinked at the sight of Blaze. She had a feeling that Blaze was going to say something unbelievable next.

"I asked, if I asked strangers to write down their wishes and carry them with them, could they gain the energy of faith?"

The old lion and Hebi fell silent. After a long moment, the old lion swallowed his saliva and said, "Because it's not accumulated over time, and the faith is not strong, it will probably become a one-time god-like power."

"One-time use, that's great."

Blaze smiled a more relaxed smile than ever before and nudged Herbie with his shoulder.

"I leave it to you, my supporter."

"Will you come back?"

"Of course!" Blaze gave Herbie a thumbs up.