Although this sect seems to be a joke, and the process of choosing a pope is not very serious, Han Baiyi's starting point for establishing this group is very serious.

He wanted to test the feasibility of using the power of faith to restrain the demonic will in the spiritual machine, as the little fire goddess said.

Even if it still seems uncertain, and it is not clear where the limitations and dangers are, at least this is an example of a rule that is being used by the existence of this world, and with some success.

Even if it doesn't work, try to have one more way to solve the problem.

His previous deal with the Little Fire Goddess had something to do with it.

- Forcing more legal professionals, alien races, and heretical cults to leave Redania and make them mobile.

To put it harshly, it is to expand the refugee population.

Just as there are village tyrants and village tyrants in the present world, there is a similar situation at the grassroots level in the West that is controlled by faith and sects.

However, they are fragmented faith groups, and people of different faiths rarely gather in the same place of residence.

At the same time, the people of these permanent settlements were forced to adopt the same faith.

This belief is extremely ingrained in its grip on the grassroots, and unless it is forced by violence and bloodshed like the Eternal Flame, it is basically difficult to get others to change their minds.

Only by moving, mixing sand with a fixed population, can this stagnant water move.

In this way, Han Baiyi can take advantage of the chaos to collect believers and create his own basic plate.

And his purpose in collecting followers is also very simple - to create a god and complete spiritual experiments from scratch.

Of course, if it is like a normal god, with the gathering of believers to the slow accumulation of piety, using spiritual resonance to break down barriers, developing spiritual opportunities from the source, and then building divinity from this, it will definitely take a hundred and eighty years - Han Baiyi is not so patient.

Therefore, he simply divided some of his own spiritual powers, intending to artificially guide the spiritual resonance of the believers and infuse this spirit into his spiritual machines.

However, these are just ideas at this point, and how they are done depends on the impact of many aspects.

Luckily, his advantage at Vigema is not too small.

"Thank you, sir."

Han Baiyi turned his head, and Emperor Nilfgaard Enhil was standing not far behind him, his right hand caressing his chest, his left hand behind his back, and bowing diagonally to salute him.

This time, neither the old eunuch, who had been by Enhir's side and was the most loyal to him, nor the powerful legendary warrior Jaeger, was not surprised in the slightest, and even had the idea that it should be so.

What if Enhil was the eternal overlord who could unify the entire continent?

The one standing before them was a true god—and even among the gods, he should be of the most powerful kind.

They all saw the scene just now.

The powerful Saint Servant, even if he burst out with all his strength, could not shake the dragon retinue around this gentleman, and finally sacrificed everything he had, and summoned the god he believed in to come to the world as a saint with his soul.

In the face of the power of the true gods, although the dragon retinue could barely resist a sword, he was a nether creature after all, and he was obviously unable to compete with the power of the gods, and finally provoked this gentleman to attack.

Then, just by a face, the Holy One who had been sacrificed by the soul of the Holy Favor and blessed by the eternal fire was abolished.

It's as weak as a baby.

They didn't even see the gentleman's move.

Margarita, the dean of the Erethusa Academy, who had seen the least of the few people, couldn't stop rubbing her eyes from the first second she saw this scene.

I don't know when there were two red palm prints left on his fair cheeks - probably because he failed to wake up from his dream.

After the violent shock, a thought arose in the hearts of several people.

Opportunity!

A chance to talk to a god, and such a powerful god!

It wasn't until this second that Enhil and the others, who had doubts and doubts about his identity before, realized how precious the time they had just spent with the young-looking gentleman in front of them was.

In order to make amends, Enshir rushed to Han Baiyi's side as soon as he saw the end of the war on Han Baiyi's side.

Luckily, he happened to hear the last part of Han Baiyi's conversation with Ciri.

Han Baiyi turned his head to look at him:

"It's okay, you can count the things first, I'm in a hurry."

"Sir, no, Lord of Capital!" Unshir knelt down before him, "Have mercy on your poor and ignorant lamb." ”

The old eunuch behind Enshir and Jaeger also bowed down at the same time, just as devout believers admired the supreme faith in their hearts.

"The existence of the ignorant is so small, we have never known how big the world is, but only looking at the land and the prey in front of us, there is no match for the wisdom you have."

"Therefore, I beg your forgiveness for our rudeness and neglect." Encil bowed heavily on the hard ground, "Please leave us a chance to believe, and I and the whole of Nilfgaard will dedicate to you all your devotion and admiration. ”

"The lord of capital on high!"

"Have mercy on your poor and ignorant lambs, and show them the way!"

Xili stood behind Han Baiyi, looking at this father who was kneeling on the ground, trying to send people and horses to find himself back and give birth to a cub in the future, the expression on his face was extremely complicated.

Over the years, Enshir has probably spent at least tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of gold crowns in order to find himself, right?

But now, he was clearly standing in front of him, but he didn't say a word, just knelt deeply on the ground and prostrated his head in prayer.

Even if he is so humble and lowly, he is afraid that the person in front of him will not agree.

What about the Supreme Emperor who is about to unify the empire?

This question arose in Ciri's mind.

Turning her head, she looked at the seemingly ordinary god in front of her, and there seemed to be a light flickering in her emerald green pupils.

Han Baiyi looked at Enshir and was silent.

The quiet air was as heavy as a boulder overhead.

Cold sweat ran down his forehead and dripped down his eyelids, but Enhil just bowed his head deeply, not daring to make the slightest move.

The black pupils constricted to the point of a needle's eye, and the masseter muscles bulged unconsciously.

Suddenly, Han Baiyi's voice sounded in his ears.

"I need more, different legal professionals, or people who are mentally strong and devout enough."

"Do you understand?"

En Hil was suddenly shocked, and Han Baiyi's voice was like heaven to him at this time.

Immediately he threw himself on the ground and shouted in a loud voice.

"O merciful and forgiving Lord!"

"I will give everything to you."

Han Baiyi didn't speak, just walked over on his own, and Shining immediately followed.

Ciri looked at Enshier, who was kneeling on the ground, hesitated for half a second, and then immediately followed Han Baiyi and left.

Enhil was still on his knees.

He didn't get up, and the Jager, the old eunuch, and the palace guards guarding the palace all fell to their knees honestly, not daring to move.

It wasn't until he slowed down for a while that he straightened up, looking at the wall that had been shattered by the Holy Servant's invasion, and looking straight into his own territory from the gap in the wall.

At this moment, the territory and power that were originally the most realistic for him somehow turned out to be as illusory as a mirage.

It seems that the three views that have been built for a lifetime have all collapsed in an instant.

Nhil just stared, silent.

Seeing him get up, the people around him also stood up one after another.

Margarita also got up from the ground, her expression slightly complicated - as a researcher of magic, the dean of the atheist sorceress dean who had always prided herself on freedom and equality, suddenly understood the brain circuits of those devout disciples.

Until now, my mind was a mess.

Before she could calm her mind, she saw Enshir turn around, look directly at her, and ask with a smile:

"Master Margarita, I wonder if you're interested in moving Aretusa, who has had countless warlock talents, to Vigema?"

"Nilfgaard will provide all the Warlock Academy with a complete set of living and spell-casting materials, providing you with everything we can."

"In exchange, I have a small request......"