Hearing Taylor's words, the Primordial Elf Therrandier put down the quill in his hand and looked up.
He smiled.
"You've worked hard."
His voice was mellow and pleasant, and his smile was as bright as spring.
That devilishly handsome face, coupled with such a bright smile, made Taylor's heart skip a beat even though he was sure that there was no problem with his whereabouts.
The last time he felt this way was when he saw the statue of the Goddess for the first time.
Damn it, is this the terror of the Primordial Elves?
Taylor could not help but sigh in his heart.
"How is it? How many believers can participate in the Demiplane now?"
Theran Dillwyn asked.
Taylor's expression turned solemn.
He cleared his throat and shifted his gaze away. He took out a small book from his bosom and read aloud:
"Lord Therrandier, as of today, the Demiplane has called for a total of 130,000 believers to participate in the ceremony. About 20,000 of them have reached the level of devout faith.
"Among the 20,000 devout believers, 1,244 have passed Her Holiness' test and have their bloodline purified to become half-elves. 106 have passed the second test and become true elves.
"Nearly half of the believers are concentrated in Segers City, while the rest are scattered in the surrounding cities and villages.
"Currently, the number of believers is still rapidly increasing, and the speed is getting faster and faster. Although it has weakened due to the departure of the Chosen, it's still fast. There are more than 500 people who register every day.
"The first batch of people who passed Her Holiness' test have already received in-depth guidance from the mentors, targeting believers with potential. The subsequent bloodline purification will be smoother.
"Within a month, the number of believers who passed the first test is expected to exceed 3,000, and the number of believers who passed the second test is expected to exceed 500.
"However, the increase of new devout believers has reached a bottleneck, and it may take more time."
The missionary work in the Demiplane was going smoothly, especially after the priests grew stronger.
Unfortunately, a thousand years of isolation and the fall of the Creation Church made the residents of the Orloss Demiplane not as obsessed with faith as the residents of Segers.
The conversion of faith here was not as fast as in the main plane. Even if millions of residents became non-believers, it was rare for them to instantly accept faith. Most people would only become believers after a certain amount of preaching, and becoming a devout believer was even more difficult.
Of course, the benefits were also obvious.
It was only a matter of time before the faith of these millions of people would belong to Eve.
Upon hearing Taylor's answer, Celestial Deere nodded in satisfaction.
"Very good, this progress is much faster than I expected."
He paused, picked up the nectar tea produced by the Chosen One on the desk, took a sip, and asked again, "Why?
"How is the work on the altar?"
Taylor replied respectfully.
"All the altars have been built and inspected twice. Now, we are inspecting them for the third time. In addition, the statue of Her Holiness has been installed and has been blessed by prayers. "
"That's right! As expected of the first half-plane clansman to purify his bloodline. Taylor, you've done well! This number has already exceeded the Church's expectations. "
Therandier praised.
Taylor smiled embarrassedly, then drew the symbol of the Scepter of Life on his chest with a pious expression.
"Everything … is for the sake of the goddess!"
Then he asked again:
"Lady Celestial, what should we do next?"
Celestial pondered for a moment and said, "That's right.
At the same time, continue to spread the faith of the goddess and get more companions to join us. "
"Hehe, don't be anxious about preaching. It's like a rolling snowball. If we do well in the early stages, the later stages will be smoother."
"Next, let's report the situation here to Sir Zero."
"Tell Sir Zero? Do you need me to make a trip? "
Taylor asked.
Celestial Deere shook his head.
"No need."
He turned around, patted the elven girl beside him, and whispered into her ear.
"Go and call the Chosen One outside."
The little elven loli nodded her head and ran out of the side hall.
After a while, Taylor saw a group of Chosen One with green eyes swarming in …
"Lady Celestial Deere, do you have a mission for us?"
"What do I need? I'm very efficient! "
"Lady Celestial Deere, you're so handsome! Please give me a mission! Anything is fine! I'm not picky! "
They chattered and quickly surrounded Celestial Deere's desk.
What's more, some of them even started to grope her …
Taylor: "…"
Hey, hey, hey!
That female Chosen One, you're almost leaning on Lady Celestial Deere's body!
And that female warrior, what are you doing with your hands?!
He twitched his mouth and couldn't bear to look at them.
Chosen Ones were good at everything.
It was just that after interacting with them for a long time and knowing their true colors, their image collapsed.
These guys were serious when preaching and seemed to be shrouded in the aura of a saint.
Of course, Taylor only found out later that it was the light effect of the Chosen One …
Once the mission was mentioned, their image would instantly change, and they would all become bootlickers …
Not only that, but the Chosen One was also obsessed with looks.
Hmm … obsessed with looks.
Taylor heard them say this word themselves.
He agreed with this very much.
Celestial Deere was probably the only one in the entire Elf Forest who could make the female Chosen One so crazy …
Celestial Deere seemed to be used to the Chosen One's attitude.
He calmly avoided the hands of the players who were about to make a move and smiled faintly.
Then, he said to a female player, "Miss Celestial Deere.
You must be Miss Mo Mo? I have a mission. Can I entrust it to you? "
Seeing Celestial Deere's gaze, the female Chosen One was stunned for a moment before she became overjoyed.
"Of … of course! I'm willing! "
The other Chosen Ones were disappointed and looked at the player named Mo Mo Mo with envy and jealousy.
Celestial Deere nodded and said gently,
"Then, please use your Chosen One's contact method to pass this information to Sir Zero."
Then, he gestured to Taylor.
Taylor was stunned at first, but he quickly understood and passed the documents he had just organized to the female Chosen One.
The player named Mo Mo Mo was overjoyed and bowed to Celestial Deere. Then, she left with the other players.
From afar, her excited voice could be heard.
"Did you hear that?! My husband actually knows my name! Ahhhh! He knows my name! "
And … the other Chosen Ones' complaints.
"He's obviously everyone's husband!"
"I know … I know … I know that His Majesty chose you …"
Taylor was speechless.
Of course, there were also some who were envious and curious.
"That's great …"
"Do you have a high favorability rating?"
"What's written on the document? Open it and take a look! Is there a hidden plot? "
Taylor was speechless.
After all the Chosen Ones left, Celestial Deere looked at the two elven lolis beside her and said gently,
"Did you see that? When there's something to do, leave it to the Chosen Ones if you can, especially when it comes to delivering letters.
"The Chosen Ones have the ability to communicate remotely. Tell them about the letter delivery and it'll result in twice the result with half the effort.
"Yes, twice the result with half the effort. This is an ancient saying from the Chosen Ones' hometown. The general idea is that using half the effort will result in twice the result. Using less effort will yield greater results."
Hearing Celestial Deere's words, the two elven lolis nodded with serious and admiring expressions.
Taylor was also very emotional.
As expected of a royal elf!
Even when considering problems and educating the younger generation, she's so knowledgeable!
But soon, he heard Therandier continue speaking.
"Not only do they have the ability to deliver messages, but they also have many other special abilities. As long as we use them well, we can use them.
"For example, their immortality … We can totally make them do missions with a higher mortality rate during battles.
"When we're in danger, don't have any psychological barriers. As long as there are Chosen Ones nearby, just boldly sell them. After all, they can be revived after death.
"Of course, the process has to be tactful. Appropriately express your concern for them. Sometimes, you can even use provocation …"
Taylor: "…"
Why … does it feel like something is wrong?
He looked at Celestial Deere and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
Celestial Deere's teachings continued.
"In addition … try to remember their names. They take pride in being remembered by us. By using this point, you can even make them do very complicated missions at a very small cost."
Taylor: "…"
"Also, although I've emphasized this to you many times in the past, I'll reiterate again this time. That is to use the gender of the Chosen Ones.
"Female Chosen Ones will always have a favorable impression of male elves, especially handsome male elves, and vice versa. By using this point well, you can save a lot of contribution points in the process of missions. Sometimes, you can even get free sex …
"The two of you are still young and look cute. Many Chosen Ones lack resistance to cute things, and some male Chosen Ones like your image the most. This is your advantage.
"You can use this to create your own persona and use this to make the Chosen Ones become your helpers.
"If you do it well, you can even gain a large number of loyal followers who are willing to die for a smile or a call of 'Big Brother, Big Sister.'
"Of course, gender is not absolute. It depends on the specific situation."
Taylor: "…"
He looked at Celestial Deere smilingly explaining to the two young elves the various techniques to command the Chosen Ones. He subconsciously swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but shiver.
The original royal elves … are so scary!
This Lord Celestial Deere is usually smiling and very easy-going. I didn't expect him to have such a side …
Is this his true self?
I must not offend him in the future …
Otherwise, I won't even know how I got into trouble.
…
"Did Celestial Deere ask you to deliver the message?"
Looking at the player who was trying to curry favor with her, Eve's expression was slightly strange.
That guy … is getting better at making use of the player's advantage.
Shaking her head, Eve opened the document that the player copied from the photo.
She just glanced at it and understood the gist of it.
"So it's about the preparation of the positioning ceremony."
She muttered.
As the true god behind the scenes, no one knew her believers better than Eve.
She already knew clearly what Celestial Deere wanted to deliver, and it was even more specific than what was described in the document.
Of course, knowing was one thing. Since she was now appearing in the character of Celestial Deere, she still had to act as she should.
With this thought, Eve looked at the player who delivered the message.
"Thank you for your hard work."
She nodded at the player and rewarded him with 3,000 contribution points.
The player who delivered the message was overjoyed. He then thanked her and left.
As for Eve, she fell into deep thought.
She looked at her status bar:
[Name: Eve Uqtrahir]
[Race: World Tree (Ancient God)]
[Level: 150 (Mythical)]
[Status: Lesser Divine Power]
[Godhood: Nature, Life, Elf]
[Title: Goddess of Life, Mother of Nature, Elf Dominator]
[Divine Power: 872110000]
[Number of Believers: 135180 (Saint 1, Fanatic 128, Devout 25414, Shallow 109642)]
[Type of Believers: Crypt Spider Queen (1), Megalosaurus (1), Oak Guard (105), Elf (2,467), Half-Elf (1,453), Elf Hybrid Human (130924), Human (214), Half-Orc (1/5)]
[Ability: Absorb, Communicate, Bestow, Enlighten, Heal, Summon, Descend, Divine Domain …]
[True God Weapon: Staff of Life, Withering Heart (Incomplete)]
…
After so many days, her Divine Power had not changed much.
Although there were more believers and the feedback provided by the players in battle was also more, the consumption of the war was also very high.
However, Eve believed that compared to herself, Oulleur's side must be in a worse state. She was afraid that her Divine Power would be depleted rapidly.
The most gratifying thing was the number of believers. Although the number of devout believers was a little low, the total number had reached the standard to locate the Kingdom of God.
Combined with some of Eve's guesses, this number and quality of believers should be almost enough.
"Wait a little longer. Now is not the best time. The best time will be when the Legends of Oulleur appear …"
She murmured.
"It should be soon. When the Half-Orcs judge that they can't defeat the players with their army, they will definitely choose to send out the Legends. At that time, it will be the decisive moment in the true sense of the word."
The battle of faith was essentially a battle of True Gods.
And this time, the Legends were destined to end up.
With the Legends in the battle, the real decisive battle was no longer a secular battle, but a confrontation between the Legends.
With a decision in mind, Eve looked at her information again.
Looking at the last believer type, her gaze was slightly strange.
She had more than a dozen Half-Orc believers.
They were some Half-Orc slaves who were kidnapped by the players and sent to Rivendell to be miners.
She didn't know how the players brainwashed them. Among the thousands of Half-Orc miners, they really succeeded in fooling a few …
Of course, they were all shallow believers.
And the quality of the faith provided by the Half-Orc believers was not high. It was just a little better than the average human.
Shaking her head, Eve looked at the battlefield.
The battle in the Desert of Death was still going on.
But she did not participate in the battle. Instead, she stood on a high platform on the earth wall and watched.
The battle had become a stalemate and became a tug of war. It was extremely tragic.
The Half-Orc army had approached the city wall. Many parts of the city wall had been built by them with siege towers. Close combat had occurred everywhere on the earth wall. The originally yellowish-brown city wall had been dyed dark red by the blood of the Half-Orcs and players.
However, with the blessing of the Divine Barrier and the home field advantage, the Half-Orcs could not break through the earth wall at all. Instead, they were in a stalemate with the players.
Both sides suffered losses. But as the side attacking the city, the Half-Orcs, who did not have a Mage, suffered more.
Faintly, they were already on the decline.
"The morale has fallen, and the sky is dark. They won't be able to fight for too long."
"It depends on when to retreat and when to send out the Legends."
Looking at the Half-Orc army, Eve muttered to herself.
And not long after, the deep sound of the horn came from the rear of the Half-Orcs …
The Half-Orcs, retreated.
Leaving behind equipment on the ground.
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