The desperate apostate, barely breathing, shuddered and opened his eyes, filled with fervor and madness, struggling to stand up again.
Lear looked at his pitiful state and imdiately inquired.
"What is your purpose here?"
"To spread the faith of my master, letting the power of blasphemy perate the Main Plane."
"How many companions do you still have..."
"I don’t know, we have no contact with each other."
"Where is the Blaspher Demon King, and how do you contact it?"
"Our master actively contacts us, but we can’t contact our master..."
This is just a whole lot of them not knowing a thing.
Lear furrowed his brow.
Still, he patiently continued to ask, but was speechless as the final outco proved to be extrely disappointing... this guy was just a pure tool, knowing nothing at all.
Originally, he was about to give up, but surprisingly, the last question finally yielded so value.
"Do you know if there are forces of that Divine Spirit nearby?"
"About three to four hundred kiloters southwest, the Snake God has rged a Dinsion Plane into the Main Plane... they’re constantly dispatching troops into it, and have already started city construction on that land."
"We went earlier to gather intel, discovering that the Snake God is fully supporting this matter, even sending its Divine Guard..."
Snake God?
Another Abyssal Evil God.
Lear furrowed his brow slightly.
Moreover, the Snake God is among the top tier of dium Divine Power, fiercely powerful in combat.
Especially with the Divine Artifact it possesses— the Godslaying Spear, ntioned in nurous myths and legends.
Several Divine Spirits have died under this Divine Artifact, building the infamous reputation of the Snake God.
And, three to four hundred kiloters isn’t that far.
Lear felt a headache thinking about this; ↑ to the north there’s the Dark Night Elf God, and to the southwest there’s now the Snake God... this Swamp is being sandwiched, isn’t it?
He wanted to continue asking questions, but this desperate apostate had run dry, entering a state of knowing nothing again.
Unable to get valuable information, Lear couldn’t be bothered to stay longer.
He waved his hand and executed this Abyssal creature that couldn’t be enslaved.
At level 19, it’s nothing to the Swamp now.
With that, the incident of the apostate invasion concluded, successfully acquiring the target treasure— the Abyssal Dark Stone.
Lear held the heavy stone in his hand, without any further delay, he let Kalanis and Betina leave on their own, taking Mar directly back to the territory.
Then, he inford her of the purpose of the Abyssal Dark Stone, speaking in a deep voice as her eyes lit up with surprise.
"Discuss thoroughly with the other Swamp Boggarts, and see what kind of theater performance would be most acceptable to the majority of believers."
"It’s not only for missionary purposes; it’s also extrely good for education."
"And while you’re at it, also find out the capacity limit of the Abyssal Dark Stone."
"As long as you dispel the energy inside, you can record again, so there’s no fear of mistakes."
Mar said excitedly.
"Your Majesty, I already have a suitable script in mind, and with just so minor adjustnts, we can start performing imdiately..."
This is absolutely a Divine Artifact for preaching! If used well, the Swamp Sect could double in size in no ti!
Lear nodded.
"Alright, gather everyone and let’s begin!"
He was also eager to see if the abilities of the Abyssal Dark Stone could achieve the expected effects.
Mar imdiately summoned her two sisters, Mani and Mana, gathering the three Yalta giants together.
To ensure the effect reached its best state, Mar thought for a mont and simply dispatched 10 Swamp Boggarts from the Original Plane back.
Then they began ticulously setting up the stage.
This was a perfect opportunity; if the performance went well, perhaps they could gain endless power like the great Divine Spirit.
They feed on emotions!
Excitedly, the Swamp Boggarts worked until ten o’clock at night to get everything ready.
Without hesitation, they imdiately began the performance on the enclosed stage.
"Swamp Hero" was still the previous play, but the difference was that this ti, the protagonist was replaced with a mixed-blood of an unknown race.
Maximizing audience acceptance.
In the process of recording with the Abyssal Dark Stone, Lear was pleasantly surprised to discover that he could use energy to manipulate the Abyssal Dark Stone, creating various dream-like special effects.
This made him quite excited. After communicating with the Swamp Boggart, he further improved the performance.
He was busy like this until the next day, the morning of the 14th, and finally researched the best status of the Abyssal Dark Stone.
Without any delay, he began the final performance recording, with Lear manipulating the Abyssal Dark Stone from the side, creating various effects for the Swamp Boggart.
By midday, the continuous recording of three theatrical performances was completed, and the Abyssal Dark Stone was only one-third full.
At this rate, at least 10 theatrical performances could be recorded!
Thus, the Swamp Boggart didn’t stop either, using up all the accumulated dramas from before.
Filling up the Abyssal Dark Stone required a total of 12 theatrical performances, and each performance was over 2 hours long.
Even if watched continuously, it could entertain soone for an entire day.
These plays mainly focused on exhilarating thes—where the protagonist becos a mber of Weilu City for various reasons, ultimately believing in the Swamp Sect, starts to rise, kills in all directions, and becos a highly regarded figure.
Preaching in different forms.
Of course, there were also two tragedies mixed in, but the protagonists in these sacrificed themselves for their faith, infinitely elevating the protagonist’s value and enhancing the glorious image of the Swamp Sect.
Additionally, several subordinate gods of the Swamp Sect made appearances in a few of the plays, considered to increase the overall influence of the Swamp Sect.
Interestingly, the voice of the Swamp Boggart, filled with endless allure, was perfectly retained in the Abyssal Dark Stone.
Just hearing it could instantly draw soone into the story.
After all this was done, Lear imdiately headed to the basent of the Swamp Church. This was a secret departnt he had previously established, where it only followed his orders—the Sacerdotal Faith Departnt.
Currently, this departnt had expanded to a scale of a hundred people, all of whom were the most devout fanatics, dedicated to responding to the prayers of his followers.
This arrangent not only saved him a considerable amount of energy but also greatly encouraged the followers, making the constant presence of the Divine Spirit incredibly marvelous.
The Abyssal Dark Stone also required the cooperation of the Sacerdotal Faith Departnt to exert its best effect.
Upon entering, Lear, with a slight movent of his mind, directly invoked the Authority and embedded it into the Abyssal Dark Stone.
The Power of Faith in his mind surged out, enveloping it like layers of a cocoon within.
At the sa ti, he began connecting the Abyssal Dark Stone with his Authority, making it a small branch of the Power of Authority.
Like digging a small water pit beside a pond.
The fanatics responsible for responding to the followers’ prayers imdiately sensed sothing peculiar, and Lear promptly responded, instructing on how to use it.
Whenever a follower prays, they can be guided to watch the plays...
Before long, whether in Weilu City, Katana, or the Wilderness previously proselytized by Lear...as long as soone believed in the Swamp Sect,
they felt sothing extra in their mind.
In the Wilderness, the gray-headed hyena people living in the burrows mostly lay deep at the bottom of hundred-ter-deep holes, idly sleeping.
Suddenly, a few of the sleepy gray-headed hyena people seed to sense sothing and curiously touched that subtle aura with their minds.
The next mont, a picture quietly appeared in their minds... Amidst the blizzard, a tattered refugee slowly entered the swamp.
He suddenly sat up, his breathing becoming rapid.
This is... a play?!
Exactly, these are the plays they watched!!
Imdiately, they beca excited and watched attentively.
anwhile, a sacred and solemn voice echoed in their ears.
"I have rcy on you, specially created a sacred object to broadcast the history of the Swamp Sect."
As the words fell, a soothing, heartwarming narration erged.
A year ago, when Weilu City was newly built, Chris did not know that stepping into the swamp at that mont would change his fate...
As the images progressed, he was deeply absorbed in it.
This was a play he had never seen before.
Following the ups and downs of the protagonist, he was thoroughly imrsed.
When a play ended, the gray-headed hyena person felt a sense of loss and longing, with a blazing fire igniting in his heart.
He imdiately knelt on the ground and began to pray loudly.
"Oh great Master of Marshes, your devout believer prays to you..."
Such scenes were playing out everywhere, especially among those superficial followers who had just begun to believe in the Swamp Sect; the effect was remarkably exaggerated.
By the evening of the 14th, Lear sensed that the number of superficial followers had halved...the ones who decreased all ascended to beco fervent followers and devout believers.
The obtained Power of Faith began to soar.
The effect was extrely significant.
It was yet another quiet cultural victory.
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