This heretic cannot be burned, he must be hung up and whipped!

While Neos was still organizing his words, Dominica interrupted his thoughts.

"I just heard your outrageous and blasphemous remarks. You are dividing the church.

What shall we do if these people, after being released back home, begin to disbelieve in God under your instigation? If God no longer gives alms—no longer provides strength to the soldiers, how shall we fight against Hell?

Now all of Europe is united under the banner of the Church. The Church is the only force currently confronting Hell head-on. Your divisive actions are only weakening humanity! Over eight hundred years of war, countless people like you have proposed different methods to explore, but time has proven that only the Church can save humanity!

You are destroying humanity's only weapon against Hell!"

"No!" Neos' smile disappeared from his face.

"This only weapon is destroying humanity!"

The two looked at each other for a moment and saw the answer in each other's eyes.

"Let's rest for a while. It's quite cold outside. Everyone, take a hot shower. Father Amos, the highest Orthodox priest, has already put the heating equipment in the cellar. You can go wash your face and wipe your weapons first."

Neos gave him an excuse, "We haven't escaped yet, why are you thinking so much?"

"Ah."

Dominica nodded, unloaded his equipment next to the greatsword, and walked towards the cellar. Neos suddenly caught sight of the stick that looked very pleasing to the eye, and just as he was about to go up and grab it—

“Ding!” “Wow!”

A flying knife suddenly pierced his hand, and Neos was so scared that he quickly retracted his claws.

"Don't steal from me, gypsy!" "I'm Dutch! Not a gypsy!"

"I think no one wants this stick? Hey!" Neos raised his head and saw a short gray hair disappearing at the entrance of the stairs leading to the cellar.

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In the cellar, Amos and Valentine were staring at the generator in a daze.

"Amos, what do you think? If we pat it like Neos did, will this generator work?"

When the generator was moved downstairs, Amos had shut it down, and now it was in the cellar and couldn't be opened again.

"The Saints can film it, but we can't. We're not qualified."

"What should we do? Neos asked us to boil some water. You can't go to him and tell him about it with your head on your shoulders, right?"

Amos scratched his head, which was also a little numb, and then he told Valentine everything he had seen on the stage.

"...This should be the divine power of the saints. There are some things that saints can do, but we cannot. We must respectfully ask for the divine power of the saints back." Yamo! Group〡Flag|#Liu Yi (Three)er〃 Jiu He Si thought for a while and said:

"How about we knock on this generator?"

"Try?"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" "To the glory of God..."

In the dim light of the basement and in front of the heretic captain's corpse with his eyes still open, the two men kowtowed three times to the generator, chanting the Lord's prayer.

"Om..."

The generator seemed to shudder as they kowtowed, then died down again as they recited their prayers.

"Are we reciting the prayer incorrectly? Should we include the saint's name?"

The two kowtowed a few more times and changed the protagonist in the prayer from Jesus to Neos.

"Om——"

The generator ran a little longer this time.

"Could it be that we don't respect Neos enough? How about pronouncing Neos' name in a more sacred way? At least we should address him as a king!" Valentine came up with a good idea.

"I have no objection." Dominica came down from upstairs. She had received the best education among all the people present. As a paladin, she could recite almost all the religious knowledge in her mind by heart:

"In ancient times, when kings and priests were ordained, they were anointed with oil and given the name māshīah (meaning Messiah in Hebrew, which can also be translated as the anointed one). Your 'saints' are sent by God and given great power. Legend has it that God will eventually send an 'anointed one' to revive the Jewish nation.

The Messiah then became the special name for the "Savior who would restore the nation" that the Jews hoped for. Later, Christianity came to believe that Jesus, whom we believe in, was the Messiah, but not the "Savior who would restore the nation" but the "Savior of the world."

So you call him the Messiah?"

Dominica was watching the fun, not minding the excitement. She knew full well that Neos didn't believe in God, so how could he be a saint? She had come down here purely for the fun.

"Yes, what the respected Dominican swordsman said makes a lot of sense! And we need to creatively incorporate the scientific principles the saint just talked about into it, to express our respect for both the saint and this machine!

I wasn't listening carefully just now, but when the saint talked about the principles of electricity, he mentioned something...Ampere? Lorentz? Or Ohm's law?"

"Ohm's law, yes, then let's call him Ohm Messiah in our prayers." Valentine was not sure and opened the booklet to confirm.

Dominica folded his arms across his chest, sat on a chair, and watched the show with his legs crossed.

"How can this prayer ceremony be performed without incense? I'll go find some incense." "We also need musical instruments. Our place is rather simple, and the only instrument... is the bell! Let's have them ring it a few times now!" "We also need lubricating oil. We have to keep this machine in good working order!" "Right!"

Dominica shook her head helplessly, watching Amos and Valentine kowtow three times and nine times before the generator, their efforts in vain. She smiled and said, "Why don't you just offer a human sacrifice?"

"The machinery of the saints demands reverence." Amos solemnly greased the gears. "Science and faith should be in harmony..."

"Valentine!! Amos—is he not okay yet?" Neos' voice came from far away in the hall.

"It will be ready soon—" Valentine shouted back. Dominic sighed, thinking he would have to use his psychic power to do something else.

"Boom——"

The church bells were rung.

"Ring the bell once! Push the lever and activate the piston and pump!"

The lubricant was added by the two people religiously, the aromatherapy was also lit, and everything went according to plan.

“Dong——Dong——”

"Ring the bell twice! Press the button, start the engine, ignite the turbine, and breathe life into it!"

The two began to turn the crank of the generator, and it seemed that it was not an illusion, as they felt the resistance was getting smaller and smaller!

Damn, there is an explanation!

The two looked at each other in surprise, without slowing down their hands at all!

“Dong——Dong——Dong——”

The two gradually let go of each other and knelt down in Neos' direction:

"Ring the bells three times! Sing in unison, Om Messiah—"

"Alright, stop playing your tricks. Let me show you the power of the Aether Sea."

Dominic sighed and stood up to help the two mentally ill lunatics.

“Boom! Boom boom!” “Buzz————————!”

Everyone present seemed to hear a heartbeat, like the sound of gears meshing! The generator roared like a prehistoric beast—it started to spin! Lightning flashed through the cellar like a silver snake. Dominicana took a half step back, and the teacup in his hand clattered to the ground.

She saw with her own eyes that the gas tank dial was turning backwards.

"Miracle..." Amos' eyes filled with tears.

"Oh my God!!!" Dominican was dumbfounded, "This is just... this..."

Her rebuttal caught in her throat. Amid the roar of the generator, she seemed to hear the hymns from the Pope's coronation eight hundred years ago, but this time, the object of praise was a machine.

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"This is impossible..." she murmured, "Without fuel, without the power of the aether sea, without even the belief in a Supreme Being—how can it function?"

She touched the copper tube that was beginning to heat up in disbelief, and her fingertips were burned red, as if the machine itself was mocking her rationality.

"Science can't explain this," Valentine shrugged. "Including the 'science' that Neos means."

"Unless faith itself becomes the energy source." Dominicana stroked the cross on his shoulder armor. "Hope, despair, faith...they are all the favorite foods of the monsters in the Aether Sea. Now this bait has become fuel. You're right—this machine doesn't rely on science, but something much dirtier."

"...This is definitely some unknown creature in the Aether Sea causing trouble!"

Dominica realized the seriousness of the matter.

She doesn’t believe in God, but she can “appear holy” in the world just like God. Moreover, she was thrown into this battlefield by God from the Ether Sea, but she did not sense any powerful existence in this battlefield.

"Either Neos is a psychic monster capable of fooling the aether sea, or..." She glanced towards the corner of the hall. A black-haired young man was dancing among the pilgrims, holding a wooden stick.

"Or he is just a fool chosen by the evil god." She gritted her teeth and dug her nails deep into her palms.

As Valentine and Amos excitedly celebrated the successful start of the generator, she walked out of the cellar without saying a word.

"Look at this stick, it's so long and round." "Yes! Mr. Saint Neos, I like this stick very much too! If I were to leave it, I'd probably miss it all day long!"

"Oh, it's so beautiful!" Neos waved the stick lovingly.

Looking at this group of middle-aged people whose collective IQs were probably not as high as hers, Dominica understood:

Neos might be the psionic giant, but it's certainly unlikely that Neos is the psionic giant.

"That's a big problem..." she muttered, walking towards Neos.

"This isn't just any heresy; this is an extraterritorial spy! Our world has already been turned into a mess by God and Lucifer. What are we going to do if a few more monsters from the etheric sea arrive? But..."

Her warrior instinct allowed her to approach the group almost silently, and Neos's unprotected and vulnerable back was within her reach.

In just a moment, she could snap that fragile neck—just as she had executed countless heretics over the past eight hundred years. The killing techniques she had practiced for a hundred years were enough for her to kill everyone in the church in thirty seconds, forcing them to dig trenches in heaven without any pain.

She slowly extended her hand to Neos, who was absorbed in playing with the stick.

"It will all be over and things will go back to normal..."

Something seemed to be whispering in my ears, but I couldn't tell whether it was my own voice or the supreme instruction from the ether sea.

"Do it, my child." The ethereal chanting gradually intensified, like the overlapping voices of thousands of choirs. "He is a poisonous insect that steals faith, a plague that corrupts the lambs..."

The whisper in her ear, wrapped in honey-like gentleness, sent chills down her spine. She was all too familiar with this feeling—this voice would come whenever the church needed to offer sacrifices to "purify heresy."

"Go ahead and do it... My best child, sacrifice him to me, and you will become the brightest morning star before my throne..." "Sacrifice him..."

Her hands gradually moved closer to Neos's fragile neck. The noise in her ears became heavier and heavier. She could no longer hear the discussions of the pilgrims around her. The noisy whispers gradually became clearer and louder, almost turning into a roar!

"Kill him!!!" "Kill that damn monster!!" "Don't let this monster touch my food!" "Quick!! Kill him!! Now!" "Die, you despicable thief!!"

The voice, which had originally been a sacred sound of Sanskrit, became anxious. Greed, excitement, hatred, and anger filled her heart, and the supreme being cast its gaze eagerly here.

"No....Who is....the monster?"

She suddenly sneered. The waves of the ether sea surged in her consciousness, and the whisper of the Supreme Being gradually tore off its disguise:

"How dare you! You lowly vessel—"

The sacred aria turned into a scream, and countless sounds exploded in her skull: the scolding of the cardinal of the Vatican, the curses of the dying soldiers in the trenches, the wails of the burned witches at the stake... Eight hundred years of blood and fire turned into a sharp blade of faith, to chop her will into minced meat!

Her consciousness gradually became blurred under the influence of this wave, and she was gradually unable to control herself.

"You...are anxious...haha...——cough! cough cough!"