Chapter 491: The Power of Faith

Chapter 491: The Power of Faith In the eyes of Klein, the "Son of Fantasy", the current Roselle is almost equivalent to the fantasy world itself.

And Roselle has the unique flavor of "Fantasy Dream".

"What do you think?" Roselle asked back.

"Very strange." Klein thought for a while and said, "Your current state is more like me and "Source Castle" before the angel."

"Haha!" Roselle clapped his hands lightly, "This metaphor can't be said to be wrong."

"But you still have to see the truth yourself to be shocking enough." Roselle acted like the riddle man he hated the most, "Aren't you a "fortune teller"? You can also do divination."

"..." Klein was speechless. Divining "Supreme Fantasy" would really kill you.

"This is not a bad thing. It's an attempt by Truman and me." Roselle said, "You..."

He hesitated for a while before saying, "My understanding of "Source Castle" is actually very limited, far less than Truman. I ask you, can you untie the connection with it?"

Klein didn't know why he talked about "Source Castle" again, but he still shook his head honestly.

"That's troublesome. I may not be able to help you..." Russell muttered.

"Your diary has helped me a lot." Klein blinked, and couldn't help but say one more word when he saw Russell's appearance.

"Of course, this is really a good move!" Russell seemed very proud.

But when he saw the subtle expression on Klein's face, his face changed.

"No! What are the diaries you collected recorded?!" Russell felt that things were a little beyond his control.

As a serious person's diary, the diaries that are now distributed are all carefully selected by Russell, which can help fellow villagers quickly understand this world.

"... The taste of the witch is really good!" Klein seemed to realize something and teased.

Russell took a deep breath, and the expression on his face was extremely wonderful.

"No, I didn't, this is fake!" Russell denied three times.

"Damn Truman! If I couldn't beat him, I would push him to Chick's kingdom of God!" Russell was so angry that his teeth itched.

"Ahem!" Klein couldn't help but take a look at the outside world. The fantasy world is essentially Truman's territory.

"Well, there are also 'Mysterious Succubus' and 'Dream Monk Tang'." Klein added that it was definitely the most explosive diary he had ever obtained.

"Uh, this..." Russell felt a little guilty for some reason.

OK! These two guys are actually making trouble for each other, and the diaries are all added... Klein understood the filthiness of it.

"Ahem, anyway, it's all slander!" Russell argued feebly.

"Go back quickly, you probably won't have any free time in the next period of time, and as for the future, it won't be as easy as it is now if you want to see me..."

Russell directly used the power of the fantasy world and threw Klein out of the Tower of Babel.

Klein laughed dumbly. Was he angry out of shame? Imagine if he wrote a diary and exposed his embarrassing things, it would really be a social death...

"However, take care of these fellow villagers who are like curly baboons in the future!" Russell's voice sounded in Klein's ears.

Taking care of the curly-haired baboons... Klein frowned. His spirit sensed something, but because it involved a very high level, he could not grasp it accurately.

"I will." Klein waved to the Tower of Babel and left the fantasy world.

The first time Klein returned to the real world, he felt a vague danger.

He came to the window and looked at the sky in the north, where the orange-red color of dusk was faintly present.

A picture appeared directly in Klein's mind. It was an airship with the characteristics of the God of War Church.

Under the cover of the "weather sorcerer" of the Feysac military, the airship had entered the heart of Loen and arrived at Winter County.

Sure enough, Feysac and the God of War Church withdrew all the troops that were originally guarding against the Solomon Empire, and used the whole country's strength to hold back the holy war corps of Loen and the Church of the Night. Sёarᴄh the nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The most elite and powerful group of them even ventured directly into Loen and raided the most important churches in various parts of the Church of the Night!

These churches represent the majesty of the Goddess of Night. Once destroyed, the faith of many believers may be shaken.

Among them, the Tranquility Church, as the most important church of the Night Church, naturally bore most of the pressure from the War God Church and the Earth Mother Church.

"At this time, the defenders suffered too much." Klein looked at the orange-red sky and frowned slightly.

"The goddess of the night who is higher than the starry sky and longer than eternity..."

The most pious prayers came from the Tranquility Church, and the prayers turned into waves and tides, heading towards the entire Winter County.

The Dark Holy Emblem was invited out and hung on the top of the Tranquility Church. The starlight on the dark background became brighter because of the prayers, and the crimson moon was like blood, crystal clear.

Invisibly, there was a kind of protective power spreading out, and in a few breaths, the entire Winter County was covered.

This is the deepening of the power of the "Night Watcher" domain, directly covering a county, and this is not the limit.

Angels can do this, but the current situation is that the Dark Holy Emblem is not a zero-level seal, and no angel or even demigod has taken action.

Everything is based on the power of faith, and the devout can be protected.

Da Da Da!

The machine guns of the airship spit out countless tongues of fire. It is unknown how many bullets were fired in one second. Then there were artillery and bombs...

These attacks were not directed at the Quiet Cathedral, but at the ordinary residents of Winter County. As long as these people were afraid and their faith was shaken, this area would collapse.

This was a war that Feysac and the Church of the God of War had staked everything on, so naturally they would not hold back.

"Damn it!" Klein's face sank slightly. The Dream Cult clearly stipulated that civilians could not be massacred!

But the Church of the God of War was now close to madness and would no longer worry about the Dream Cult's accountability in the future.

If he won, the God of War would naturally have a certain confidence to face the "Supreme Dream". Once he lost, he would lose everything...

"They were naked, without clothes or food, and had no shelter in the cold..."

"They were drenched by the heavy rain, and because there was no place to hide, they hugged the rock tightly..."

"The night did not give up on them and gave them favor!"

The prayers in the Quiet Church gradually evolved into chanting, and the singing sounded in the Quiet Church, with holiness and hope.

All the bullets and shells that entered Winter County lost their power before they could exert their corresponding power, like raindrops falling to the ground.

"This kind of power..." Klein had never seen such pure power of faith before, and he exclaimed in amazement, inexplicably yearning for it.