Igor, deputy commander of the Ilkettrin front in the Misty Mountains. At just 28 years old, his only friend and supporter, Ravenston's outstanding warrior.

May your soul rest in peace!

Lance prayed silently in his heart.

Even the Ranger who had rushed over to scout and deliver the news had not returned, and he had lost all hope for the end of Lane Town.

In silence, the four of them thought about their own thoughts, and walked through the corridors and staircases of the castle to Reims's private bedroom.

He locked the door behind his back to make sure that no one was looking, and then he patiently explained: "Not as you think, Angel, I will canonize them as Templars, as I, the son of the god 'Nidaya'!"

“....？”

The three of them froze in place, and looked at Lance with puzzled eyes.

"The Templars... The god of Nidaya?" Angel was the first to break the silence and asked.

She said that she had never heard of this god, and that there were good and bad gods among them, in case her own adults were bewitched by the demon cup, and that those evil beings feed on their souls!

"Your Excellency, you—" Angel said in a worried tone, "When did you begin to believe in the gods? Powerful?"

"That's right, very, very powerful!" Lance nodded affirmatively, his mind recalling that elegant, concise, and unrivaled swordsmanship. It was obviously his own body and his own sword, but he was able to burst out with such a powerful power under the control of the god of Nidaya, slashing one enemy after another under the sword like a play.

"Speaking of which, both Martin and Jacob have seen His might...", with the intention of being honest with each other, he patiently explained: "As for when I began to believe in the gods, from the moment He saved my life, I swore that I would proclaim His greatness and prestige..."

"Your Excellency... You mean?" at Lance's prompt, Martin recalled some strange details. His memory had always been good, from Lance's sudden weakness as if he had changed as if he had changed, to his inexplicable staring at his hand on horseback, to the point of falling unconscious, these anomalies were summed up and analyzed, and it was not difficult to draw a conclusion.

"You... You were possessed by Him?!" His tone was agitated, and he suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my God!"

"What do you mean?" Jacob on the side was still a little puzzled.

"Remember that corpse, Lord Lance single-handedly overthrew a dozen Misty Mountain Barbarians, Shamans, and Bearclaw Berserkers!" Martin reminded with some excitement, as he seemed to have a particularly strong interest in the gods.

"It's a god!" the god of Nidaya was possessed by Lord Lance at that time, and the Lord killed them all with great might, it must be so! It must be a miracle!" Martin shouted his judgment, but then reacted, and it seemed a little disrespectful to say so, and he quickly tried to make up for it incoherently, "Ah! I'm sorry, Lord Lance, I didn't mean to offend you... I mean..."

"It's okay..."Lance waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care, after all, this was the case, Martin's analysis was completely correct, and there was nothing to argue about.

As for his own honor, what do you want to do if you are called a deserter? A person who killed a dozen barbarians of the Misty Mountains, as well as shamans and bear-claw berserkers?

Those simple soldiers have always believed only what they see with their own eyes, and against the backdrop of rumors, they will probably only smile at this amazing feat, and whisper behind their backs that you are a big talker.

Lance was ready, and before the others could ask another question, he suddenly knelt down in their surprised eyes.

The only light cast from the small window shone on him, and Lance closed his eyes and prayed in a reverent tone: "O great god of 'Nidaya', your humble servant asks for your coming, may you send down an oracle to guide these lost lambs in divine light..."

As his words fell, a blinding light lit up, enveloping Lance's entire being.

Angel stared at all of this.

As this warm light suddenly appeared, dispelling the darkness in the castle and the doubts in her heart, she felt a great will descend, and her body involuntarily knelt down.

"Will you two be the guardians of 'Nidaya,' and will defend his majesty and his people from inviolation, and do everything to defend it?"

Lance stood up and looked at the two Rangers, who were also on their knees.

Bathed in divine light, his figure looked so tall and mysterious at the moment, and the dazzling light extended from behind him, like wings.

"I do!" the two responded in unison, unable to tell whether it was excitement or something lingering, and their slightly trembling hands revealed their uneasy mood.

"Angel, will you be the shepherd of 'Nidaya,' to preach his prestige and greatness, to bring hope and blessing to His people, and to do everything to do for it?"

"I... I do..."Angel didn't expect to have a share, she was stunned for a moment, and nodded in agreement with Lance's expectant eyes.

"Then, in the name of the god of 'Nidaya', I canonize you as Templar Knights!"

Picking the sword from the wooden rack, Lance held it and tapped it lightly on the shoulders of the two Rangers, no different from the usual ritual of canonizing knights.

"Similarly, in the name of the god of 'Nidaya', I canonize you as the priest of the temple, Angel. ”

He turned his head and froze slightly.

"Oops..."

Lance realized that he didn't know anything about the temple priest's canonization ceremony, and he was a little at a loss for a while. The addition of Angel was just a temporary motivation for him, after all, someone had to preach the greatness of God, didn't he?

According to his vision, the god of 'Nidaya' as his last and only hole card that no one knows, and the way to make the most of it is nothing more than to build a temple in the name of 'Him'.

The current form is that the enemy is dark and we are clear, and he must change the situation of passive coping, and focus on the enemy.

And use the name of the temple to gather a group of secret manpower, and use it as a foundation to expand, and even radiate the entire territory of Ilcutlin and even affect the entire kingdom of Livingston.

With enough time, the future will be very promising!

As for proselytizing in His name, Lance did not find anything wrong with it, as far as he knew, the gods never rejected faith, and the only thing to worry about was his self-proclaimed status as the Son of God.

But fortunately, so far 'He' doesn't seem to have any objections, but rather a bit of a stir-fueling flavor to drop the light.

"Perhaps, he recognized his status as a 'son of God'?" Lance thought.

"Reach out and let her kiss the back of your hand!" Ye Ming's pretended majestic voice sounded in his head.

After discovering that this kid looked confused through the screen, Ye Ming roughly understood what Lance was struggling with, although he himself didn't understand how the temple priest should be canonized, but this did not prevent him from making one up temporarily.

Who made him God?

It's not up to him to decide what the ritual is, in fact, in order to make this 'show' look presentable, Ye Ming said that a lot of brain cells have died - although in terms of his current life form, it is still unknown whether there is such a thing.

To be honest, when he felt that familiar mental fluctuation, Ye Ming's heart was excited at first.

As a result, when he realized that Lance had summoned him not to ask for help because he was facing a desperate situation, but to waste his divine power to show everyone how powerful he was, he initially resisted.

Originally, there was only a little bit of divine power left, and a part of it had to be left to maintain its own life form from collapse.

If it weren't for the fact that Lance was after all trying to attract believers for himself and build a temple. And after the development of the temple, maybe there will be more and more power of faith that can be absorbed, Ye Ming really wants to ignore this and let him sing a one-man show by himself.

"Just think of it as an investment," he thought, continuing to work with Lance to complete the current ritual.

"Kiss me... The back of the hand..."Helplessly, he stretched out his hand in front of Angel, and Lance said a little embarrassed.

"Huh...?" Angel paused and looked at him strangely.

She naturally knows about the kiss ceremony, but shouldn't the recipient be a woman?

My own adult, this is...

Immediately she reacted, this should be the ceremony of canonizing the priest of the temple, she obediently kissed the back of Lance's hand, the corners of her mouth hooked a trace of an inexplicable smile, and her heart did not seem to be so resistant to the god of 'Nidaye' who had never heard of the name.

“.....”

Sensing keenly that his maid seemed to be snickering, Langston was speechless for a moment.

He pursed his lips, not to mention how depressed he was at the moment, if he wasn't worried that he would be noticed, he really wanted to scold in his heart.

"Maybe this is a small punishment for calling himself a 'son of God'?" Lance said in relief.

He really cares about this identity!

It's a pity that Ye Ming doesn't know what he thinks, he doesn't have the ability to peek into the hearts of others.

Even if he knew, he would never have told Lance that he had been a believer before, not counting the last three, and he had no concept of the 'Son of God' or anything, and it was enough to bring him the power of believers and faith.

After all, it is good to bluff people if you have a high enough name, Ye Ming still understands this truth, so he is also trying his best to cooperate.

As for the small punishment?

That ritual was just a casual reference to the marriage proposal ceremony on Earth, a little trick on Lance to vent his frustration at summoning him over and wasting his divine power.

You must know that even with the help of chips, Ye Ming still couldn't understand how the power of faith was generated, he could only passively absorb this energy to replenish himself, and try to develop and familiarize himself with the way to use it.

At this stage, the divine power is a little less, and he can't help but cherish it.