Combining all the messages, he could only think of one thing about the word God's forsaken land.

That is, people in this world cannot use and use God's power in the same way that they do in the real world.

Because the people in this world rely on the products left over from the ancient church, they can survive until now with the body of an ordinary human being.

"So when that rotten seed sees my power, it will immediately conclude that I am an outsider?"

Yorks took one bite after another, shoved breakfast into his mouth, his mind still racing.

"It can be concluded that the previous pattern of this world should be similar to the real world, and the important thing is that the person who founded this church may also be the sage of the real-world church......

"But the sages of the real world also belong to outsiders in my guess, including the old man......"

York's got some headaches?

How is this all a combination of outsiders.

So, what is he doing?

"Well, I don't understand it." After taking his last bite, York picked up his utensils and walked towards the sink.

"In short, the people who founded the church here must have something to do with the saints of the real world,"

York thought to himself.

"I just don't know if it's one of the sages I know."

The more he thought about it, the more he began to tidy up.

The people of this world must have done something disgusting and disgusting, causing the Almighty and All-Knowing God to ignore the world directly.

The church was wiped out in an instant.

History is deliberately destroyed by people who have done bad things, leading to faults.

So much so that the demons were overflowing, and the population was lost by two-quarters in an instant.

Brush!

The sound of washing dishes began to sound, and after York's washing of dishes, he casually put them on the shelf, and his thoughts continued to spread.

Although this speculation is bizarre, the logic is very smooth, and it fits perfectly with the information he currently has, connecting everything he knows.

So, Yorkes felt that he had grasped the tail of this world history.

"Eight or nine is not far from ten."

York shook off the water in his hand and glanced outside through the stereogram.

At this time, Mirta was directing the workers on how to decorate the church and how to place objects.

"Let's see what the people of this world think of me."

York's expression was composed, and he strode towards the main entrance.

"If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, if it's just a matter of malice towards me, then I'll just give up the task, look for the space node alone, and then leave,

If I still want to do something, then I will pay it back a thousand times......"

……………………………………………………

With the donations that Antonio ordered for the church of Pluto, truck after truck and peasant workers arrived.

The church of Pluto is no longer in tatters it once was.

The beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows are new.

Even the row of stools are all new.

The high table on the altar smells good.

Deep in the center, the walls on both sides have been lined with exquisite candlesticks, on which new candles have been lit, emitting wisps of smoke.

Even some chandeliers have been installed on the ceiling of the church.

It's so clean that everything can refract the sunlight through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

On top of that, the image of Jesus, the richest man in the town of Amarana and somewhere he found it, is now erected on the very central platform.

All this made Yorks not feel like he had come to another world at all, and even in a trance, he thought that he had never left at all.

"My Lord Almighty......"

When everything was done, York appeared in his favorite seat, facing straight ahead, facing the statue of Jesus, who never seemed to leave, never disappeared, and prayed.

"I don't know why you abandoned this world, but please allow me to contribute a little to you, and allow me to walk in this world in your name......"

"If you think I'm a little hard work, something worth rewarding, and you want to reward me with something, I won't mind......"

"If I can, please let me say what I need the most, say what I want for the reward......"

"If you really want to reward me, then give me invincible strength......"

Telling his needs in his heart, and telling the story of yesterday, as he spoke, York's voice heard the completion of the fixed task.

[Prayer: Church Prayer (Completed)]

[Reward: Points +0.5 Released]

"Amen!"

Yorkes stared at the image of Jesus above and ended his prayer for the day.

"It's time to try, I can't continue to be lazy this time."

Yorks casually added the 0.5 attribute points to the physique that was about to break the 200 value, and got up and called Mirta over.

"Mirta, inform Antonio and his wife, the peasants, including the Pedro brothers, and tell them that they include those you know,

The Pluto Church is officially open and will have a mass from tomorrow to welcome them to participate. ”

He wanted to see if the Pluto Church could regain the power of faith that could transform the Holy Power in the world that God had forsaken.

"Yes! Father. ”

Mirta's mood today has obviously been very high, her voice is high, and her whole person seems to be alive, like a person who has a head to meet a better life.

The corners of York's mouth twitched, and suddenly he remembered something.

"Oh yes, didn't Director Lark want to help us spread the word around town? Go, and tell him by the way. ”

"Yes! Father York! ”

So, with York's arrangement and Mirta's action, the small town of Yamara fell into a mystery-like atmosphere.

Because the true church has been dead for a long, long time and can last for millennia, coupled with the crook behavior of the new church has indeed made everyone even more disappointed.

Of course, it is not that no one is indifferent to this.

Some of the older people were a little touched in their hearts, but in the end they were still on the sidelines.

But as last night's events fermented, coupled with Director Lack's guarantee, the atmosphere quickly changed and became calmer.

It's like a volcano about to erupt, and there are stormy waves hidden in the calm.

The most important thing is the video that Mirta distributed.

That simply brought an indescribable emotion to the cleaners who received this video.

…………

The city of Belster is the largest collection of cities in the Free State.

In a very low-key building, but there is a lot of existence, and from time to time people will stop to walk and salute when they pass by.

A room was falling into a deathly silence.

Fifteen people sat together in the same space, but none of them spoke, only the sound of heavy breathing rose and fell with each other, revealing the unrest in their hearts.

I don't know how long it took, Marcos, who was sitting firmly in the center and was currently the leader of the group of cleaners in Belster City, exhaled lightly and picked up the photos that had been rotated over again, with sadness in the depths of his eyes.

"What is certain is that McElhenny is dead, and our comrades are dead under the sneak attack of evil spirits."

As soon as these words came out, someone gritted his teeth slightly, but his face looked calm, only the bloodshot eyes began to redden.

"One less comrade."

Marcos, who had gray temples and was almost sixty years old, took a deep breath.

"But there's a legendary priest here, let's talk about what you think of the video."

As he spoke, Marcos swept around his silent colleagues: "Or if you are willing to believe Mirta's words, take off this uniform, and become a clergyman in the church." ”

The tone is getting lower and lower.

"Mirta said that this legendary priest wants to bring the Church back to life, wants people to have faith again, and wants us to become real clergy......"

As soon as these words came out, the breathing sound of the audience entered the same frequency again.

The silence continued again.

In the end, only Marcos was around, and his peers, who also had gray temples and black hair mixed with white hair, were the first to speak.

"God has finally set his sights on this land of all evil, and I don't think we can miss this opportunity, or the world will really die."

With the first person showing what he really thinks, the rest also begin to express their thoughts.

"I seconded the motion, we have died too many people to continue to die."

"I second, I believe Mirta's words, and I believe what I have seen, that this legendary Father Yorkes may be one of those saints recorded in history."

"I second, we have been praying for God's mercy on the human beings of this world, and it seems that God has finally heard our wishes......"

"I seconded the proposal, and combined with all the feedback and the video from Mirta that made it impossible to doubt the identity of this priest."

"I second, is there any other way for us?"

"I second......

"I second......

Everyone, the fifteen people present, presented an overwhelming situation.

No one says anything bad about the scenery.

Marcos pursed his lips, he knew what it was all about.

Because they, the cleaners, have been longing for a long time, and even though the church is dead and God has forsaken it, they still pray every day.

I hope that one day will be like the day recorded in history, when the whole world is on the verge of extinction because of demons, and suddenly such a person will appear and turn the tide and lead everyone to victory.

Thinking of this, Marcos couldn't help but exhale lightly.

Although there is a fault in history, he also knows some things, and he has a kind of anger and disdain in his heart.

The demise of the church was caused by fools.

Those damned scum deserve to fall into the abyss and never be reborn.

"Marcos, what's the matter?"

A voice rang out, interrupting his wandering thoughts.

Marcos woke up suddenly, and he found that all eyes were on him.

"I agree that we cannot afford to miss this opportunity, just as our ancestors have historically been."

Marcos's face became extremely serious: "They didn't miss it, that's why the whole world will be saved, then we can't miss this opportunity!" ”

As he spoke, a dangerous glint flashed in Marcos' eyes.

"If the authorities or anyone tries to stop us from leaving, then we'll let them die! We've been through what a brutal battle, but we're not people who don't want to do it. ”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The person who had previously expressed his opinion first had a mockery on his face.

"The dominant power lies with us, and the people who rely on us are us, and the faith in this world has never disappeared."

As he spoke, his eyes were a little red, and he slapped the table hard, causing a lot of movement: "We have finally waited for the leader, I want to go back to my hometown to talk to my great-grandfather, grandfather, grandfather, and father,

God hasn't forsaken us yet! ”

As soon as these words came out, one of them was one, and their eyes were red.

"I'm going back too!"

"Me too!"

"And me!"

“……”

Marcos smiled, and he smiled gently: "Go back, I'll give you a fake note." ”

As he spoke, he didn't seem to have changed, but his voice was already shaking.

"It's good that my home is here, otherwise I would have made the long journey back like you."

Everyone looked at Marcos, who had been fighting demons for decades, had saved tens of thousands of people, and was one of the leaders of the cleaner group.

"Adjournment! Leave! ”

Marcos smiled gently.

"And the return!"

As this sentence fell, the dark tide of the world was surging.

What no one in Belster knows is that all the cleaners, except for the cleaners who live in the city, have quietly left Belster to walk on the line of life and death, and return to their hometowns after many years.

All of a sudden, the building that the people named the salvation was the only leader Marcos.

"Whew, I'm finally able to let go of this burden."

Marcos stood in the office, looking at himself in the mirror, touching his gray temples, touching his already white hair, and couldn't help but smile unusually relaxed.

He was actually the first to receive a message from Mirta .

He still remembered how he felt, only anger, because he was desperate and didn't believe what Mirta said.

He even wanted to lead people to rush over and destroy this false priest who had deceived Mirta.

As a result, McElhenny's death, feedback from the local police station and guarantees, plus video footage from Mirta.

He slapped himself hard for the first time, repenting for his almost impulsive actions that day.

"It's good that there is no impulse."

Marcos took a deep breath, took a serious look at his uniformed self in the mirror, and said his final goodbyes.

Then he took off all his uniforms, including his coat, folded them one by one, and put them on his desk.

Marcos, who had only left his clothes, swept around the office that had been tidied up, and his eyes were full of memories.

He said, "It's hard work." ”

The sound died down with a click, and Marcos closed the door and walked out of the office into the lobby outside.

The layout here is actually similar to a normal office area.

Compared to the previous messy and untidy appearance, now it looks very clean, as if it was the first time I moved here.

The only thing that was extra was that there was a work uniform on the table that symbolized the cleaner's uniform, including a backpack, work shoes, and a certificate.

It's on every table.

"These guys really look ......"

Marcos chuckled and walked slowly outside.

Is he not like this?

"I'll go back and tell my father,

God did not abandon ......

History is back to square one......"

(End of chapter)