The royal city of Emmen is surging.

Gray-black air currents that could be seen by the naked eye converged from all directions, condensing into a black vortex, hovering above the King of Emmen, like a catastrophe of annihilation.

Birth of the Demon King? Evil gods descending?

The ordinary civilians of the royal city walked out of the house, and they stared at the scene before them in amazement, and one by one they fell and fell to the ground, trembling and praying for protection from the unknown.

The heavy coercion began to spread from the direction of the palace to the surroundings, and the royal city of Emmen, which was originally a little noisy, was no longer noisy with the release of this coercion, and the voices of people talking, the barking of chickens and dogs, and even the sound of insects disappeared!

In the depths of the palace of Emmen, a stone altar that looked like it was a few years old was blooming with colorful light, and beneath the altar were thousands of demonic cores of various colors, each of which exuded heart-palpitating magic...... None of these magic cores are magic cores produced below the average magic beast!

At the top of the altar is the Poverty Ring.

The manic magic urged the altar, and under a series of transformations, the power of the Poverty Ring was triggered, and finally the Poverty Ring bloomed with a brilliant light, and the entire Emmen Kingdom changed with the change of the ring!

Poverty is gathering, and the black vortex in the sky of the royal city of Emmen is the manifestation of poverty.

Hiding in the shadows on the edge of the altar, Edward looked silently at the scene in the sky, frowning slightly.

Is this the "power of the priesthood"? Perhaps, but it's too miscellaneous. As the owner of the Shadow Priesthood, Edward had studied the Priesthood, and the natural Edward could see at a glance that there was a problem with this black vortex in the sky.

The vortex brings not only poverty, but also the resentment of the Emmen people, who have been almost integrated with poverty for thousands of years in order to enforce poverty!

What a hate, why is the kingdom so poor, why are they born destined to be poor!

It feels like something bad is going to be born...... Edward's eyes narrowed as he stared at the ring on the altar that induced the power of the impoverished priesthood, and at the same time, the holy power in Edward's body began to surge at a high speed.

Edward was ready to ruin this ritual!

Although he couldn't see what Emmen was doing, Edward also expected Emmen to make a big mistake, but if Edward let it go this time and let Emmen continue to toss like this, Sibia might have one more impoverished evil god!

The birth of an evil god can harm more than just the small country of Emmen. Edward didn't want to see a disaster of this magnitude befall him, so Edward wanted to stop it from happening.

The black vortex in the sky began to tilt from the center, and the power of the impoverished priesthood, mixed with the resentment of the Emmen people for thousands of years, began to decline and began to converge.

However, just as Edward couldn't hold back and was about to make a move, a special force emerged from the altar, and a pale blue light slowly rose from the altar, condensing a pale blue barrier above the altar.

Looking at the pale blue barrier, Edward withdrew, and the holy power that was originally boiling in his body also returned to calm at this moment.

The light blue barrier is like a filter, the power of the impoverished priesthood sinks, and all malice is stripped out by this filter, and only the purest priesthood power finally enters the altar.

“…… Power? Edward looked at the light blue filter, a little surprised. Edward could clearly perceive that the quality of the filter's power was similar to that of Edward's transformed.

Edward glanced at the altar again, and then moved his gaze to the "evil thoughts" that had been separated, the light blue filter seemed to have the ability to only filter the priesthood, and the evil thoughts were left behind, hovering outside the altar.

Edward silently looked at these evil thoughts, and raised his hand without a trace, and the originally disorderly wandering evil thoughts began to converge as if they had been instructed, and finally condensed into an inky black bead, which fell into the shadow of the altar and fell on Edward's hand.

This stuff is going to drive people crazy. Edward pinched the Orb of Evil Thoughts in his hand, but because of his covert actions, Edward did not immediately take action to purify the Orb of Evil Thoughts.

The pure white power of the Holy Power weaved a net and gathered the Orb of Evil Thoughts, which Edward shoved into his pocket.

The invisible thoughts were still gathering on the beads, but they were already under Edward's control.

I don't know how long it took, the black vortex in the sky disappeared, and on the front of the stone altar, King Emmen and a group of nobles from the inner circle were worshipping the top of the altar in a frenzy.

The Poverty Ring is gone, replaced by a gray cleric gemstone the size of an adult's fist. Well, it's a bit smaller than Edward's Priesthood Gem, but it's a Priesthood Gem.

"It's not so much the 'poor' priesthood as the 'poor priesthood' of Emmen." Edward, who was hiding in the shadows and watching the Priesthood Gem, pinched his chin and nodded lightly to confirm his thoughts.

This should come down to the term "concept", like the patron saint of Emmen, the god of wealth of Emmen, or something, but compared to the patron saint who was crucified on the path of the future, and the god of regional wealth who must be subordinate gods, the gods of regional poverty are a little better, and they have a definite boss.

Sibia did not have a general god of poverty, and Edward expected that the Emmen people would take a fancy to this, and the gap between the gods and the non-gods was still very large, and the subordinate gods were bound by various constraints of the superior gods.

Emmen's ritual was carried out in an orderly manner, the priesthood gem was completely condensed, and the ritual of Emmen's belief in the gods finally reached the next step.

Edward saw Cynthia again, compared to not long ago, Cynthia, who was a remnant of Ishubella, seemed to have undergone a simple wash, her dusty little face was much cleaner, her hair was combed neatly, and her clothes were different from before, but it was also a long dress that had been washed white, and her head was full of patches.

Cynthia glanced at Edward's shadow, as if inspired, and walked towards the altar step by step.

Cynthia confronted the Poor Priesthood Jewel, and in the eyes of others, her empty eyes finally appeared at this time with a different light, a complex light.

Without hesitation, Cynthia directly raised her hand and grabbed the priesthood gem.

The moment Cynthia touched it, the Poor Priesthood Gem directly liquefied and entered Cynthia's body along Cynthia's hand.

Strange powers are conceived from Cynthia's body.

"You are the embodiment of poverty, you guard the poor people day and night......"