There was a low cry in the camp, and Paul walked forward with a heavy heart.

A child watched Paul's mouth open in surprise, and for a moment forgot to cry.

Paul looked at the boy and saw that there was still a trace of blood on his face, so he went over and gently wiped it clean.

At this moment, in the child's heart, the image of Paul matched his holy breath, and suddenly became taller, and his heart was not so panicked and frightened.

Standing above the endless sky, Jia Changsheng seemed to have an understanding in his heart, is the Church of Light? It seems that the Church of Light is about to be born. Sure enough, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, but this time the painful price is worth it.

"I'm Paul, and I'm very sad about what just happened." Paul's voice spread here, as the power of the light elemental began to spread. Almost instantly, it rang in the ears of thousands of refugees.

Thousands of refugees who were still alive subconsciously rushed in the direction from which the voice came, and their eyes looked at Paul who was standing in front of them.

Seeing that the panicked eyes were full of confusion and doubt, Paul instinctively sent out a magic spell.

A soft glow appeared above, and the light gradually faded and fell. Thousands of refugees only felt a slight shock in their spirits, and their bodies were a little lighter.

Jia Changsheng looked at Paul's magic in the endless sky and fell into deep thought, sure enough, it was the Pope chosen by the light, this move had no practical effect, but it was very suitable for this occasion.

Thousands of refugees looked at Paul in amazement, only to find that Paul had changed into a wide white robe at some point, and held a scepter as white as jade in his hand. Wearing a crown on his head sets off an aura of majesty and love.

He was followed by eleven paladins including Andre, who was wearing white armor and carrying a heavy sword and leading a war horse.

In a trance, thousands of refugees showed a feeling of ignorance, as if they were not facing a former acquaintance, but a big man and his guards who were passing here.

"Paul?". Several old men walked over tremblingly, looked at Paul in front of them and shouted in disbelief.

The crowd subconsciously moved out of the way to let these old men pass.

Paul smiled at the old men, and a ray of light flew from the scepter, spilling over the old men.

When the light entered the body, not only was the fatigue empty, but even the mind calmed down, as if what had just happened was just a dream.

"Andrey, you, how are you?" Dozens of frightened middle-aged men stared in disbelief, and they fled in disbelief from the massacre just now. But at this time, I gradually came back to my senses, and I was secretly angry in my heart. It's just that after thinking about it for a while, there must be junior warriors in the cavalry who can fight hard, and even if they come forward, it won't help.

Andrei looked at these familiar acquaintances, smiled at them, and then said with a serious expression: "This is all the gift of my lord, the light and the supreme god."

"God?". Dozens of middle-aged men glanced at each other, revealing a hint of doubt, but they didn't dare to say much on this occasion.

Andre didn't explain, but a ray of light spread from his body, and the power of his fighting spirit erupted.

Seeing Andre's actions, the other ten paladins also took the opportunity to show their vindictiveness, silently showing off a fact in front of their former companions.

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, staring at their former friends and acquaintances without blinking, and the state of mind that belonged to thousands of years of atheism rose at this time.

Paul looked at the crowd and said to them, "God loves the world, but the glory of God hangs over the believer." If you are a sincere believer in the Light and the High God of our Lord, if you can gain the approval of our Lord. Then you will be a priest and paladin of my Church of Light."

"My lord light and supreme lord God has said, this is the place that my lord blesses, we will protect this place and defeat Viscount El." Paul assured them.

Several old men and thousands of refugees all looked at each other: "Can you defeat Viscount Eyre?".

"We can't help it, but you do". Paul replied to thousands of refugees.

Several old men looked at them with a hint of confusion: "We?".

"Under the guidance of our Lord God the Light and the Most High, we will be able to defeat all enemies who come to us. But our Lord will only give guidance to his most devout believers, and the rest of the irrelevant people will not be able to share in the glory of God." Paul replied to several old men.

Several old men gritted their teeth fiercely: "As long as we can defeat Viscount El's soldiers and horses, what does it matter if we believe in the Supreme God of Light."

"Yes, as long as we can defeat Viscount El's soldiers and horses, we will believe in the Supreme God of Light." Thousands of people thought of the hellish scene just now, and they suddenly found sustenance in their hearts, and subconsciously blurted out.

A smile tugged at the corner of Paul's mouth, and he proclaimed, "From now on you are my members of the Church of Light."

Standing above the endless sky and looking at the boiling people below, he communicated in his heart the light and darkness in the void world.

"Bright, you kid sent it, I just made a rough calculation, there are at least more than 7,000 people in that camp." The sour words of darkness rang in my heart.

Guangming smiled bitterly: "You only see things on the surface, there is no one who really believes, and there are less than a hundred pan-beliefs."

"How is this possible, it can't be that you are fooling me." Darkness appeared in the kingdom of light with a face full of disbelief and asked him rhetorically.

The light shook his head helplessly at the darkness: "Is it necessary for me to lie to you about this?".

"It seems that Paul still has a long way to go if he wants to establish the Church of Light on this basis, and form the Paladin Legion and the Priest Corps." Jia Changsheng said to the light and darkness in his heart.

Darkness glanced at the light enviously: "It's good to have less than a hundred pan-believers, it's like I'm still alone."

"Take your time, eat the food one bite at a time, and do things one by one." Jia Changsheng didn't know the dark words, and comforted him.

Darkness listened to these words and remained silent, and his figure disappeared into the abyss of his own.

Jia Changsheng closed the connection in his heart, looked down, and saw that the crowd gathered around Paul had gradually dispersed. After a little thought, fly down. More than 7,000 people? It seems that the massacre was a huge loss for the refugees.

As for the dark thoughts, they can only leave when the Church of Light has truly laid its foundations. Otherwise, all these efforts would not have been in vain.

Thinking of this, Jia Changsheng's countless thoughts arose, if he wanted the Church of Light to lay a foundation, he needed to support Paul and them to go a long way.

Looking ahead, he tidied up his clothes, and his coarse cloth clothes changed to a white robe. So he nodded in satisfaction and strode towards the camp.