When Kieran heard Atrina's suggestion, he didn't reject it right away.
Before this, Kieran had never thought of building a temple.
Kieran knew how troublesome it was to build a temple, plus he had to worry about the enemies hiding in the dark, so he didn't have the time or energy to deal with such things.
However, with a great enemy gone and the words' you will surpass the fallen Old Gods of Naveya! 'and' everyone, including me, thinks so ', Kieran was a little moved.
In the end, Kieran never gave up on the idea of collecting the Power of Faith.
What else could be more suitable than building a temple?
Of course, he still had to consider the time.
Therefore, after some thought, Kieran gave such an answer.
"I need a temple that is as simple as possible."
I don't need more decorations.
I don't need a grand hall either.
That place … is not bad. "
Kieran pointed at the small wooden house in the camp.
"That place?!"
Atrina stared blankly at the wooden hut.
Even though the priestess knew that she would face some trouble, she didn't expect it to be this huge.
Such a simple temple couldn't even compare to the False Gods' residences in Yort Fields, could it?
Let alone the temple that was destined to surpass the God of Thunder in Naveya City!
How could she do that?
That would make people laugh their heads off!
"Ryan, are you sure you're not joking?"
Atrina asked in a hurry.
"No, I'm serious."
Kieran said in a firm tone.
"But this kind of temple doesn't fit …"
"There is nothing that doesn't fit!
"The greatness and reverence of a temple is not determined by the appearance of the temple, but by the existence living in it!"
"As for me, I have lived there before. That place is my temple!"
After that, Kieran waved at Atrina and walked down the wall. Roffu followed closely behind Kieran.
At this moment, the young soldier looked at Kieran with even more respect.
He had always believed that the person he followed was different from the rest.
Not only was he powerful, but he also had a moral character that others didn't have.
At this moment, reality once again proved that he was right.
The person in front of him … No, he was a god!
The god in front of him was the one he would follow for the rest of his life.
I am willing to be the sword in your hand, to cut through the thorns for you.
I am willing to be the shield in your hands, the rain of arrows for you.
Kieran could feel the fervent conviction, but Kieran didn't stop. The smell coming from the kitchen made him walk faster.
However, he reminded the soldiers behind him.
"Roff, keep up."
Kieran said.
"Yes, Your Holiness."
The young soldier also hastened his steps.
Both of them swiftly vanished behind the kitchen door. Atrina was watching the scene from the top of the wall. She couldn't help but shake her head and sigh.
She knew she had to spend more effort to deal with this matter.
Otherwise, she would fail on the verge of success!
And she would never accept such an outcome!
"Is the greatness and reverence of a temple not determined by the appearance of the temple, but by the existence living in it?"
"As expected of Ryan. Only you can say such words."
"But it's because of you that I'm willing to bet everything on this!"
Unknowingly, Atrina's lips curled up into a smile.
Then, the priestess walked towards the wooden house.
She knelt down and prayed softly.
She knelt on the ground and prayed softly.
"Strong and noble."
"Your name is still branded on the land."
"Your voice is still echoing in the sky."
"Your voice is still echoing in the sky."
"You are the God that saves the despairing."
"You are the God that shines in the darkness."
"You possess fire, you wield a greatsword, you have a blade on your belt, you once wandered the darkness and you are not stingy with the light. You are … the Lord of Shadow and Splendor."
"Crow is your messenger."
"White Wolf is your messenger."
"Shadow is your servant."
"And us?"
"We will always be your followers."
A clear and loud voice came from Atrina's mouth. It sounded like a song or a recitation, and within a breath's time, the voice spread throughout the entire campsite.
The people in the campsite were quickly attracted by the voice.
Nelson, the outpost master, was the first to kneel behind Atrina.
The former Harvest Temple Archpriest walked over like a common old man. With a broken arm, he knelt beside Narsen with a solemn expression.
The Gods of Naveya had fallen.
It wasn't a secret anymore.
It was also a fact that Ryan, a demi-god, saved them and destroyed the God of Thunder's scheme.
So, there was no need to hesitate.
The knights, deacons, and priests from Naveya City automatically stood further away from Atrina when they saw the three of them kneeling on the ground. Then, they knelt on the ground together.
Luphus, the Sand Cruncher, the sage of Yort Fields, obviously noticed the benefits of kneeling, he grabbed his student and ran over.
Moreover, he shamelessly dragged his disciple to kneel behind Narsen.
Right away, the kneeling formation was split into four groups.
The first group was undoubtedly Atrina.
The second group was Nelson and the archpriest of Harvest Temple.
The third group was Luphus and Eden.
The fourth group had the most people, a few hundred of them. The chanting that followed was naturally the main force of the group. They didn't even need to learn, all they did was listen to Atrina's recitation and the Knight, deacons, and priests started to pray familiarly.
The soldiers and workers further away were a little stunned at first.
But when the white radiance appeared, they naturally joined in the prayer.
Some of the people from Yort Fields even chanted, "Miracle!"
Their cheers echoed in the sky.
Their cheers echoed in the sky.
Even the land trembled.
Even the lake and sea stopped moving.
Although the distance was quite far, as the contracted demon, Bloody Mary, faintly sensed everything.
It sensed its contractor was sitting in the kitchen with a gentle breeze, surrounded by a lot of Power of Faith, drinking hot beef soup. The soup was thick, the layer of butter and black pepper combined to form a special taste, making one gulp uncontrollably.
Bloody Mary's throat moved up and down unconsciously.
Mouthful after mouthful of saliva was swallowed by Bloody Mary.
Then …
Pak! Pak Pak!
The heavy snowstorm was like a stepmother's hand, smacking Bloody Mary's face again and again, hurting it.
It wasn't that Bloody Mary didn't want to turn into nothingness.
It was that it went through Weiss Valley and entered Rinya Mountain Range, and everything changed.
Not only was its power restricted, but more importantly, the weather had also suddenly become extremely cold.
The worse thing was …
Bloody Mary lost sight of Thorn Temple's convoy.
However, the worst was just beginning.
Bloody Mary's eyes shrunk when it saw the figure slowly appear in the snowstorm, it unconsciously halted its steps.
A dry smile appeared on its face as it said.
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