Extending his right hand, he gently pressed it on his head.
The next mont, the young man only felt an imnse and majestic aura flowing in, like a vast starry sky, a powerful ocean of strength, instantly making him overwhelmingly excited.
The God has noticed him!!
He suddenly felt a unique connection established with that supre being.
He had beco a certified formal believer!!
He had beco a mber of the Swamp Sect!
From now on, he could openly participate in sect activities and even run for the clergy!
Ordinary believers can freely believe in the great Swamp God, but only those certified by the sect can beco clergy mbers.
The next mont, a Dark Night Elf stepped forward and handed a longsword and a set of light armor to the Swamp Boggart.
After receiving them, the sword was placed on their shoulder.
"In the na of the Swamp’s Brilliant Disseminator, I declare the formal induction of you as a reservist in Weilu City’s army, awaiting formal examination to enlist."
"I hope you adhere to the army’s discipline and fight bravely without fear of death!"
"I accept this supre honor!"
The young man loudly pledged.
"I will swear to fight to the death for Weilu City!"
Weilu City is the land established by the descent of the divine and still lingers in the swamp.
Only by becoming a mber of Weilu City can one approach the Lord, hear the divine grace, and bask in divine light!
The first certified believer of the Swamp Sect, a reservist warrior of Weilu City, quietly erged at this mont.
Ness Orlando, this na, is unremarkable at the mont...
After receiving the longsword, he imdiately grasped it excitedly, sensing the sword’s sharpness.
The light armor on him, he soon knew how to use.
By dripping blood onto it.
The next mont, the armor seed to co alive, directly covering his body, enveloping him completely.
The whole body turned black and gold, and on the helt, a symbol that only a protagonist in a drama would have appeared—a depiction of the swamp and moss.
That is the symbol of the swamp.
The Alchemy-Activated Armor automatically forms a suitable shape based on the user, fitting perfectly.
Ness Orlando thought of the protagonist’s armor in a play... now it fits completely.
He was overwhelmingly excited.
His heart filled with ambition and determination, eager to go out and spread the glory of the Swamp Sect!
Soon, the entire small village learned of his official induction into the Swamp Sect.
Those believers’ eyes were full of recognition and approval, a strong yearning arose within them.
But for those not adept at battle, they could only admire.
The hesitant villagers were greatly encouraged, wandering on the edge of deciding whether to pray to the great Swamp God.
That evening, the theatrical performance started once again.
But this ti, sitting in the front row maintaining order, Ness Orlando, wearing his striking armor, beca the center of attention before the performance began.
Especially the armor, which was very similar to the protagonist during last night’s performance, even more eye-catching!
Ness, sensing this, subconsciously straightened his chest.
The smile on his face couldn’t be wiped away.
Praise the Swamp God!!
At this mont, he felt the joy only a protagonist could have.
This further strengthened his inner faith; only the Lord could grant such honor to soone as inconspicuous as himself!
Only after the theatrical performance began did the villagers forget all this.
This performance, like the conversion of hyena-n’s faith, began to preach openly and straightforwardly, but due to the two prior performances.
The villagers had already received the Swamp Sect to its fullest extent and accepted it all naturally at this mont.
At the final curtain call, when the Swamp Boggart led all the villagers in prayer.
Most knelt imdiately, praying aloud like the drama’s protagonist.
Ness’s gaze was steadfast, his voice the loudest.
This warm atmosphere also infected the remaining residents, so in the end, except for an elder who remained standing, over three hundred villagers had knelt, praying in excitent.
And at the mont when the prayer resonated, those villagers not yet embraced by the Swamp Sect also sensed that supre power gazing upon the earthly realm.
The God is watching them!
Even showing them... satisfaction!
Their hearts instantly beca extrely high-spirited.
Compared to the Immortal Temple, which they prayed to countless tis without receiving the slightest response.
The Swamp God at this mont, the Swamp Sect that could save them from disease, beca more approachable and accessible.
No longer an illusory idea, it had turned into a tangible reality...
The villagers who imdiately knelt succumbed entirely to this move, all becoming shallow believers.
The prayer voices grew louder.
Simultaneously, in front, Ness’s piety advanced from a deep believer to a devout believer.
His gaze was exceptionally sincere.
Many of the initial shallow believers had now beco deep believers...
Nurous powers of faith passed through ti and space, connecting with Lear.
At this mont, he could clearly feel that their power of faith was so tenacious and surging.
The faith provided by these ancient humans, even the shallow believers were already comparable to the devout believers of ordinary people!
Deep believers were comparable to fanatics...
Though there were only over three hundred believers, it felt as though his number had increased by three thousand.
He marveled at it; truly, the Original Plane is extraordinary!
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