(This chapter is on the short side, and some of the recent chapters seem to be on the light-hearted side, but I'm not used to water plots, so I'll find a way to speed up the pace soon as the pace is foreshadowed and revealed.) ）

The momentum of the Night Church is somewhat beyond Wang Yu's imagination, and this young and foundational church has shown extraordinary vitality in the special realm of the Shadow of the Royal City with its inclusiveness.

Its unique inclusiveness brings together these alien races who have been rejected by humans, and who also feel a unique sense of satisfaction and belonging as they build their own territory belonging to the Church.

It's easy to explain the feeling that you buy your first property on earth, decorate your house little by little with your own salary, and watch it become what you are happy with.

Maybe not as good as a mansion, but you know that this little territory doesn't belong to anyone else, but you, and the satisfaction is hard to describe in words.

And these displaced aliens can feel this satisfaction even more, there is no discrimination here, there is no prejudice, and there is no class at all, in fact, there are only two people at the head, Wang Yu, and the night lady.

One is a benevolent and kind goddess who doesn't care much about her god's name, and the other is an archbishop who drives ducks to the shelves, and usually does nothing but pay her salary and hire someone to do some work.

In fact, all the work on Wang Yu's brand has been done, and those jobs are to expand the stronghold of the Night Blade, and it has nothing to do with the expansion of the Night Church.

Everyone doesn't have any affiliation, it's just that they got together for some reason, huddle together to keep warm, maybe, nothing bad.

There is no relationship of entanglement of interests, which makes the night church very pure, Wang Yu doesn't know if it will change in the future, but at least, for now, this is a new, vibrant and simple church.

"How does it feel, Lady Night." Wang Yu leaned against the pillar and asked the Night Lady who was standing by watching his followers busy with their work.

"Yes, yes, I can feel the faith of these believers, and they are in a good mood, in fact, their faith in me is much purer than the "devout" believers of a long time ago. ”

"Pure much?" Wang Yu tilted his head

"Well, there is no confusion of thoughts, because they do not exist simply by believing in me, those beliefs are just simple recognition and gratitude, and they do not think about what I should do, and do not guide me in the direction of the god of the night. ”

"Although I don't have a clear direction, my strength will recover very slowly, and I am not as strong as I was when I first used to use darkness."

"But now I am still me, at least, I am carrying out my own will, not like a puppet, mechanically responding to the prayers of believers, exercising my power concerning the name of God."

"So, if you may, please call me Daknis instead of Lady of the Night or Eunice, I enjoy my relationship with the believers now."

"Yes, congratulations, Miss Daknis." Wang Yu nodded, smiled and saluted the Night Lady, who is now Daknis.

He also understood why the Night Lady liked Wang Yu's perfunctory name very much, maybe it didn't matter what the name was, what mattered was the meaning of the name itself.

"And this... If you have a chance, please help me keep an eye on the movements of Elfin, the source of life, his minions are in the sewers under the royal city, and the shadow of the royal city, which also belongs to the underground space, is likely to be affected by him, so I'm sorry for you."

Wang Yu took out the Crystal of Faith obtained from the remnants of Elfin, the source of life, and handed it to Daknis.

"No problem, my friend, I'll keep an eye on my crazy compatriot." Daknis accepted the crystallization of faith given by Wang Yu and made a solemn promise.

"Wang Yu! Your Night Church is too strong, I want to join too, I can believe in both the Night Lady and the God of Light, and the Old Man of the God of Light will not care. ”

Charles's babbling voice came from a distance, this guy didn't take long to get acquainted with the two elf imps, holding an elf child, followed by one running behind him and coming to Wang Yu's side.

Let's not say that the god of light doesn't care, why don't you ask the lady of the night if she cares, Wang Yu smiled bitterly and looked back at Daknis.

The goddess herself has a faint smile, and her pupils are still covered by black veil, well, this one is okay, then it's okay to be Charles's disrespectful words.

"Talk to Daknis, I'll check out Avia's alchemy workshop." Wang Yu waved his hand and asked Charles and the goddess to talk about faith.

In the distance, Hollow and Avia were waiting for Wang Yu to talk to Daknis, and when they saw that Wang Yu's human friend was also interested in joining the Night Church, the old druid had a smile of relief characteristic of an older man.

"Okay." Charles took the two dark elf imps and ran to Daknis's side, hoping that he would not offend the good-natured goddess.

…

Following in Holo's footsteps, Avia and Wang Yu walked on the walkway paved on the cliff, below which was the bottomless abyss, and there was no territory in the Black Street, and the followers of the Night Sect carved out their own territory that was not under the control of the underground city.

The cliff itself, which no one uses, is the best open space, and by building walkways on top of the cliff and gaining space by digging rock walls, the development of the Night Church will unfold in this seemingly cramped but infinite development space.

Looking at the bottomless abyss without any light, Wang Yu's gaze passed through the darkness and seemed to see the will of the abyss in the depths of the darkness, this chaotic spiritual sea projected endless madness outward, as long as he was on the cliff and walked in this darkness, he was destined to be eroded by the madness.

This is also the reason why the cliff space has great development value, but it has not been included in the territory of this crazy profit-seeking city.

Far away from the three lighthouses of the Night's Blade, their sanity is like a sailless ship entering the endless sea, and under the endless waves, there is only one end but to fall into the abyss, or, believe in the abyss itself, and become a part of the madmen of the Abyss Sect.

And why didn't the believers of the Night Church be affected, Wang Yu's ripples had already told him the answer.

A faint flow of "darkness" enveloped this territory belonging to the Night Church, absorbing the madness ejected by the will of the abyss, blocking these factors that made people crazy.

Shaking his head, Wang Yu handed a lantern to Huo Luo next to him, "Huo Luo, then give this lantern to Ms. Daknis to bring it, this is my heart." ”

"Okay, Bishop Wang Yu." Huo Luo nodded in response, without pretension or inquiry, just carrying out Wang Yu's request.

This lantern is the one that the Night Blade gave to Wang Yu to absorb the madness of the abyssal will, and through the lighthouse, a large area of madness can be roughly cleaned, which can only reduce the concentration, but cannot be completely removed.

And the lighthouse itself is just an amplifier to amplify the scope of the lantern, so Wang Yu's lantern is completely enough to shelter the night church.

The Night Lady uses her own power to shelter these believers, and they will be eroded by the abyss at all times.

Wang Yu didn't want anything wrong with such a god who cared for his followers, and with this lantern, at least the Night Lady didn't have to absorb those madness herself.

As for the tasks of the lighthouse and the blade of the night, isn't there Wang Yu himself, through the lighthouse, touch the will of the abyss, crush those madness, and Wang Yu can complete those tasks without carrying a lantern.

Walking on the walkway of the cliff, from time to time some aliens saluted Wang Yu, all races, and the accents were also strange.

Wang Yu's earth-like name is already difficult to pronounce in the lingua franca, and the greetings to him are all aliens, and the pronunciation of kobolds and orcs is even stranger, and Wang Yu's brows are beating when he hears it, and he can't help laughing.

Avia, who was next to her, had already covered her mouth and laughed quietly, not remembering the mispronunciation of Wang Yu's name on the magic guide she gave Wang Yu.

"Hello Bishop Wang Yu!"

"Thank you Bishop Wang Yu for your work."

"Eh, respectfully, that's our Bishop."

"Oh, thank you Bishop Wang Yu for your work!"

"It's not respectful to add an adult!"

"How's that coming!"

"I don't know!"

"I don't know what you're doing so loudly!"

"I don't know!"

The conversation between the two next to him, who said that they were kobolds, was actually lizardmen, made Wang Yu almost unrestrained.

Originally, because some people were regarded as leaders, there was no such experience on the earth, and there was no experience in this world, and Wang Yu still didn't know how to respond.

As a result, after listening to the conversation between these two kobolds, Wang Yu was completely relieved, these aliens gathered and said that they had nothing to do with him Wang Yu, and it was just some simple factors that attracted them.

Sheltered territory, guaranteed jobs, and an environment without discrimination, these are enough, the conversation between the two kobolds seems a little stupid, but what is actually reflected is the essence of these alien races' respect for Wang Yu.

Is it to respect him as a person? No, it was just that the prosperity of the Night Church naturally gave him gratitude and reverence as the titular bishop.

Rather than worshipping him, it is more about paying homage to the miracle of the Night Church, which was born by chance.

"Okay, come on." Wang Yu waved his hand casually, he didn't plan to maintain the loftiness of the Night Church, nor did he maintain any interest in the mysterious powerhouse.

The Night Church is such a down-to-earth organization, and Wang Yu estimates that this small church will never become one of the mysterious and powerful organizations such as "Tarot Society", "Knights of the Round Table", and "Senate Church" that you see in novels on Earth.

The foundation of this organization is not Wang Yu in the first place, nor is it a mysterious and powerful existence, so, at will, Wang Yu just needs to do his best, concave people, pretending to be mysterious, there is no need at all.

"Here, Lord Avia, this is the alchemy workshop that Master Goblin and Master Elliot built for you." Holo stopped, gesturing ahead with his hand.

"Damn, you swamp monster, can you stop getting mud on my tools all the time, I don't need your help, get out of here!"

However, before he could continue to introduce, the irascible goblin roar that Wang Yu was familiar with came out, and a wrench with sludge flew out of the iron door on the cliff wall.

"Bell!" Wang Yu's hand armor collided with the wrench, making a crisp sound, and the flying wrench was caught by Wang Yu steadily.

"Uh, Your Excellency Wang Yu?" The embarrassed goblin and the expressionless Wang Yu looked at each other...