The cost of building a temple was undoubtedly enormous, but fortunately, Hermer had been able to plunder the colony and the manpower and financial resources he could use were enough to support the planned plan.

Regarding the location of the temple, he did not choose the original foundation of the temple of Kane, but chose the most advantageous location in the town of Iron Thorn, in the hinterland of the town, and a few streets to the left is the market and town square with the largest population flow.

Unlike the usual dark elf buildings with a gloomy overall style, Radlily's temple is made of pure white marble, which is elegant and magnificent, and contrasts sharply with the surrounding purple-black towers made of boulders.

The sky is like a pitch-black cloak inlaid with billions of stars, the afterglow is the flowing garment of angels, and on the highest altar in the temple stands a magnificent statue of the main god: a veiled goddess, dressed in a white robe, with long hair rolling down to her waist, and her temperament is like a mist in the clouds, and a flower in the mirror.

The work of Anaheim's most prestigious carvers, the statue took months to polish by more than a dozen masters, and the statue alone nearly emptied Hemer's private coffers.

When it was finished, even the engraver himself was amazed, whether it was the lines of the clothes or the skin exposed, they all interpreted the highest form of beauty, and the slightest alteration would make people feel too inappropriate.

People looked up at the new statue in amazement, shocked by the appearance of the deity, and the tenderness that emanated from the inside out was too strong.

In Radlily's right hand was a bright crystal stone, mined from the Kingdom of the High Elf Safri, which had been bought by Hemer at the auction in Anaheim Harbor and placed on the altar, and at night, the brilliant crystal placed in the goddess's hand breathed silently, slowly erupting living stars, emitting a dreamlike brilliance, and in such a dream-like world, even the marble floor under everyone's feet was glowing.

Perhaps blessed by the gods, when the temple was built, the originally desolate courtyard suddenly burst into life, the earth poured into sweet springs, and the green sea was full of flowers, and grass and trees were everywhere.

For the first time, butterflies that had never appeared before in the bitter cold land of Nagalus appeared in the vision of the dark elves.

Many people lost their minds at this moment, they had not seen such a fragile and beautiful creature for a long time.

Think back to before the Great Schism, butterflies were everywhere in the kingdom of Nagareth.

But now that I see you again, I have a feeling of being suddenly separated from the world.

On the second day after the temple was built, a thin layer of white mist suddenly lit up the entire Iron Thorn Town, and people were inexplicably inspired to gather under the altar of the temple.

At noon, Radlily's consciousness gradually awakened, and the eyes that haunted the divinity of the world looked down at the barren country where her idol was located, slightly stunned.

She never expected that a group of dark elves would build their own temple, silently recite her name, and ask for their protection.

You must know that there are as many gods as many gods as the stars, and only the belief of the creator Asuyan and a few mainstream gods has been flourishing and spreading widely.

The rest of the marginalized deities are only prevalent in certain areas, such as the self-worshipping cultists, who are mostly located in the area around Lotherne and Tal Irees. Many more gods were nameless and eventually forgotten.

Your own faith is rooted in the land of Nagareth? Even Radlily herself doesn't find it realistic.

And that's what happened. To be honest, she was confused, wasn't this Kane's territory?

Even if Kane is gone, it won't be the turn of the underdog to take the position?

Could it be that these dark elves have suddenly woken up?

Radlily was puzzled but still relieved that even if the dark race had gone astray, as long as she believed in herself, she would treat everyone equally, shoulder her responsibility, shelter this bitter cold land, and bless the devout believers.

The smoke and rain poured down on every corner of Iron Thorn Town, and the wounds of the earth that had been corroded by chaos and torn apart healed inch by inch and reclassified into frozen soil and grasslands, and the lingering evil aura was slowly purified.

Many of the dark elves were shocked by the obvious changes in their surroundings, and they didn't need to pay a tribute of flesh and blood to the gods to receive his mercy, and the gods could love their worshippers so much.

Purifying the chaotic corrosion around Ironspike, Radlily gave another scepter with her divine powers and placed it on the idol's empty other hand, condensed into a stone sculpture.

As long as the Scepter Sculpture is not broken, her divine powers will forever protect the land from the corruption of Chaos.

"It's Radlily!"

Hemmer stood on the top floor of the altar and watched the scepter fall.

He didn't expect Radlily to really perform a miracle, and the whole person was stunned, and then excitedly announced to the people below, and the next cheers boiled the entire Iron Thorn Town.

The cry continued for four or five minutes, and he continued, "We are under the attention of the gods—this is undoubtedly the greatest boon of Ironthorn. Moreover, today's Radlily is also different from Kane in that she will not ask us to sacrifice the lives of our relatives and friends. Her miracles also prove that we Durucci are equally worthy of the favor of the gods, and I believe that with her patronage, our future is infinitely bright! ”

For a moment, everything was too beautiful to be real, and after the tidal wave of cheers, Hemmer looked around at the crowd below, smiled and said, "Our barren homeland, Nagaros, has had no light or hope since our arrival, and now the arrival of Radlily will surely change all that!" ”

This time, the cheers entered an unprecedented climax, and if they could be exchanged for sharp weapons, I am afraid that even the sky of Iron Thorn Town would be pierced out of the big hole. People smiled heartily and shouted the names of the gods.

But Hermo thought about it more.

Previously, his belief in the gods was almost nil, and it was difficult to understand why the knights of Bretonnia were willing to die for the sake of one of Lilith's vest gods, just to take a sip of foot-washing water.

But when the charisma really came, the shock was far beyond the laws of physical reality, and he began to understand why people were so happy and ecstatic.

The willingness to fight for the gods in this world is not just an empty phrase, and the exciting slogan really has an unparalleled power to inspire.

Looking up at the inspiring statue, Hemmer suddenly had an idea.

At the end of the day, the gods of the Order camp are either on their knees in the internal strife, or the gods you call are simply not in the service area, and the outcome of Radlily does not seem to be clear.

Radlily's personality is not as good as Lilith's, but he also loves his people, hypothetically, just a hypothesis, he can bring the Radlily heart that the dark elves can lick, can Radlily also be as crazy as the main god of the Skaven, the Great Horned Mouse?

If that happens, Helmer doesn't mind fighting a war of believers for Radlily and killing the rest of the gods.

Of course, Hemmer was also a little worried, because there was speculation that Radlily might also be one of Lilith's vests.

If he goes around the old and ends up in front of the god of trouble....

Thinking of this, the corners of Hemmer's mouth twitched faintly, and he only hoped that Radlily would never be Lilith....