"Your Majesty Bishop!"

Eager shouts came out uncontrollably from the microscopic black-robed man. Linnard came back to his senses and turned to look around.

Numerous pairs of densely packed red eyes stared at him, showing emotions such as excitement, excitement, and joy.

"We are willing to take refuge under the sect of the God of Naiya and recite His name forever!"

Witnessing with their own eyes the entire process of Turnerson's transformation from a mortal to an awakened person, their doubts about Bishop Chris were wiped away.

Regardless of whether he was awakened by God or not, in short, Turnerson just woke up on the spot after eating the fruit given by Lord Chris. Everything is inseparable from Lord Chris.

If you swear to change your faith at this time, will you also get a share of the fruit?

They couldn't wait to take the lead in expressing their attitude and be the first followers.

"Are there only twenty-three people who have been shaken? It's a pity that they are all lip service, but in fact they have not given me any bit of faith."

Lynard can intuitively judge a person's devotion to the fictional God of Naia through the power of faith wrapped around him.

The power of faith overflowing from Turnerson was the strongest at this moment, almost to the point where it was almost comparable to the other people combined.

The huge power of faith condensed into a thick column and shot out from the top of his head, linking to the unknown void.

Although these people are just coveting Turner's changes and eager to obtain rewards, they have not actually converted to faith.

However, Linnard did not intend to refute them directly. Instead, he wanted to accept these people with the greatest sincerity and let them perform a show with him to impress those awakened people who were still watching.

Two distinct groups were divided into the warehouse. One group was mortals who had not yet awakened. They were jealous of Turnerson's experience and chose to surrender to Linnard.

The other group is the awakened ones. Even though they have witnessed the miracle just now, they still have a slight defensive mentality and want to see the results of more people exploring the road ahead.

"Lambs who have returned from the lost way, the Lord is happy to see your awakening. Tell me, what do you want to pray for?"

Linnard had a rich expression and a sage tone, and he asked loudly and openly.

"I...I want to wake up!"

Seven or eight mouths opened their mouths and shouted in unison. After a while, more noisy wishes were mixed together and penetrated into his eardrums.

"Okay, okay." He pressed his hands down and said, "God pities the world, but he will not ask for anything from the world. That is a stain on God!"

"Send your faith and pray devoutly, and God will answer your wishes."

He waved his hand, lowered his head and started chanting in a low voice, as if he really didn't care about everything in front of him.

Marr has been told by his ears since he was a child that he was clever and cunning, used to rolling around in the market, and was very good at causing trouble. Upon seeing this, he immediately knelt down in front of the grotesque statue on the platform and began to pray.

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“Nice compliment.”

After Linard praised him slightly in his heart, a hair-thin tentacle stretched out from under his feet and connected to the 'god statue', regaining the ability to control it.

Now, the idol becomes an extension of his body and is considered a part of his body.

With a thought, one of the fruits on the trunk disappeared again.

The statue's chest suddenly began to squirm, and a semi-ripe fruit slowly squeezed out and fell in front of Mal, who was kneeling on the ground.

"God...God answered me!"

He exclaimed, and after receiving permission from Linnard's eyes, he hurriedly swallowed it in one gulp!

"God of Naia, your faithful servant Mal hereby prays that you will heal the injury of my brother Mari."

Unexpectedly, he did not pray for strength, but instead hoped that the God of Naiya would help his brother.

"You can save some 'breath'."

Hearing his wish, Linard smiled and controlled the statue to branch out a knuckle-sized touch bar and wrap it towards the horse on the side.

"this?"

Mali, who had a simple face and a tall body with bulging muscles, was a little confused when he saw the strange scene in front of him.

"Brother? Lord Bishop?"

He asked the two people he trusted, but he heard Mal shouting in surprise: "Mali, thank God! He answered my prayer and healed your injury!"

"What?"

Mali was startled when he saw the contact strip piercing his neck, and a large amount of life force was slowly transmitted into his body, healing all the old wounds.

"So...so comfortable, like soaking in a hot spring in winter, so warm that you don't want to move."

Mari said hehey, his expression relaxed, as if he was bathed in the holy light.

"My power is back!"

He clenched his fists and felt the huge physical strength in his body, feeling extremely happy.

Seeing someone giving a blessing to themselves and others, the remaining believers still don't know how to pray in front of the statue.

Before Mal could leave the statue, a second man wrapped in black robes took his place.

"Great God of Naiya, please grant me awakening!"

His voice that he tried to suppress trembled slightly, and after waiting for a long time, he saw that the statue was still the same, and nothing happened.

"God will only grant blessings to those who truly have devout faith."

Linard looked at the man coldly, his eyes cold.

"Boy, get up quickly and don't hinder the prayers of us fanatical believers. I am the most loyal believer of the God of Naija. I have to recite his name five hundred times every day to feel at ease."

A bearded man who was taller than Chris and more muscular than Mali carried the man in black robe away like a chicken.

Although his words are a bit exaggerated, he is indeed one of the few people who can truly generate the power of faith.

The power of faith produced from him is extremely pure, about one-half of that of Turnerson. Having this kind of faith before personally receiving the gift from God is considered very good.

Even Mal was still wondering if all this was a trick his boss Chris had done without telling him. Although he appeared to be crying with tears of joy, in fact he had no power of faith at all.

On the contrary, his younger brother Mari actually believed in the God of Naiya.

Linard picked the last fruit and dropped it in front of the big man with a thud.

"Ugh!"

The big man's pupils shrank violently as if being pricked by a needle, and he murmured to himself:

"God...God really responded to me!"

He picked up the green-yellow fruit on the ground, was silent for a while, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The next moment, the strong voice of prayer kept echoing in Linard's mind!
Chapter completed!