As the sun goes down, the sun sets away.

It's night.

York began to work on what he had planned to do.

But he suddenly noticed something very strange.

Because he found out why the number of people in the Pluto church has not decreased?

On the contrary, after slowly decreasing, it continues to increase.

As if the appointment had been made, one car after another began to appear outside.

Some people even cautiously walked into the church, greeted him timidly, and then found a place to sit down on the row of stools.

Yorkes skipped the people in the church for the time being, thinking that these people rarely prayed once, so they had to stay for a long time, and he didn't plan to close the church today anyway.

But when he saw through the stereoscopic view that the people outside actually took out some equipment similar to camping, Yorks was indeed a little confused.

"This is for camping?"

He saw that Mirta seemed to be communicating with some people, nodded repeatedly, and did not know what he was talking about, so he called Mirta in for questioning.

As a result, he received an explanation that made him somewhat helpless and understanding.

"You say, they feel like they're staying here because they feel safe? Can you sleep? ”

Yorkes looked at Mirta and remembered what he had just said, not knowing how to feel.

But looking at the people in the candlelit church, combined with Mirta's explanation, he could imagine how the people in this world lived.

Not to say that life is like a year, at least every day is also frightened.

"Yes, Father York." Mirta looked at the priest in front of him, who once he existed, he could give people an indescribable sense of security, and said seriously.

They also said that it was a feeling that they hadn't experienced in many years.

After meeting you, they found a place where they could calm their hearts and were reluctant to leave, so they ......"

Hearing this, Yorks smiled dumbly, and glanced at the silent prayer people in the church and the people outside who were camping.

It seems that this can be felt as well.

"Looks like they're happy, forget it, you go down and get busy."

York shook his head and told Mirta to go down and get busy.

"Yes, Father York."

Mirta bowed slightly, then left the place and continued to walk outside.

On the way, Mirta responded with nods from the worshippers sitting in the church.

It's a very harmonious atmosphere.

"It turns out that my existence can still bring about this change, it's just that it's up to them, as long as they're happy,

Originally, the church also had the responsibility of providing shelter. ”

York sighed inwardly, sat down where he had been sitting, let the believers behind him peek at him from time to time, and began to reach out to deal with the strong power of faith that could be seen in front of him.

Of course, he still has to follow his own ideas and start the first step.

That is to consecrate the image of Jesus in front of you and give it the function of transformation.

Just as he attached the Bluetooth speaker and mobile phone, he can play a relevant function.

And now he can convert it in a one-to-one ratio just by consecrating this image of Jesus.

That's a good authority.

You must know that churches in the real world can only have this function after being baptized by the headquarters.

Therefore, after he explored and mastered the skill of possession, he felt a little dangerous and selectively concealed it from the church.

Because as long as he masters this skill, even if he leaves the church, he can still rely on this skill to form his own army, and even compete with the church for believers, and even split the unified church.

It's just that in the end, he couldn't hide it, and the result was different from what he imagined.

Of course, the Church only knows the outward appearance, knows that he has his own power, and does not know how far his possession can go.

"It takes about ten points of holy power ......"

With the feedback of the sensation and information, Yorks stood still, and the power in his body surged towards the image of Jesus on the high platform in front of him.

From the base at your feet, to the cross, to the image of Jesus.

It spreads from start to finish.

So much so that a layer of inconspicuous fluorescence began to appear throughout the platform.

And it was only after ten points of holy power were consumed that Yorkes saw the results.

[Ten Holy Powers Attached]

Listening to the prompt in his ear, Yorks stopped the delivery of the consecration and watched as the power of faith, which had been spreading throughout the church, began to gather under the base of the statue of Jesus.

"Success."

Seeing this, York finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

If he didn't succeed, then everything he wanted to do in front of him would be in vain, and he would even have to sacrifice.

This time, the church had the power of the Holy Spirit, and he continued to produce batch after batch of real clergy.

"I don't know if this church can support double digits."

Yorks did not hesitate, and was ready to call Mirta in again, and give her a real baptism, so that she could become a real clergyman, and not be powerless to deal with demons or corrupt incidents.

That's when a change happened that he hadn't expected.

Along with the prompt, a virtual window suddenly appeared in front of me.

"What is this?"

Looking at this sudden window, York was stunned.

Instead of random tasks or his personal panel data, the window shows all the information about the Pluto church.

[Pluto Church]

[First Class Church]

[Accumulated Holy Power: 93 points]

[Number of believers: 1,359]

[……]

At the same time, York began to feel that the information on the window was instantly ingrained in his mind, and he was free to call it up at will.

Looking at the dense information on the window, York stopped getting up directly.

Stuff a lot.

It's all about the data of this Pluto church.

Even the Pluto church was given a rating.

"First Class Church ......"

Yorkes looked at the relevant introductions below,

"Level 1 can support the supply of one priest configuration, Level 2 churches can support the supply of three priests, and Level 3 churches can support the supply of five priests......"

After looking at it in one breath, Yorks subconsciously licked his dry lips, and he didn't know what he was.

The grading system is very standard, with two additional slots added to the church every level up, until the twelfth level, which directly supplies a bishop.

The grading criterion comes from the number of believers, as long as you have 1,000 believers, you can be promoted to a first-class church, and if you have 2,000 believers, you can be promoted to a second-class church, and so on.

Since there is a level, the holy power that a church can accumulate is naturally limited.

Level 1 can accumulate 100 points of holy power.

Level 2 can accumulate 200 points of holy power.

And so on, all the way up, to the twelfth level of the church, that is, you can accumulate 1,200 points of holy power.

The most important thing is to follow the information that comes back from this window, plus give him his feelings.

He seems to be able to control all of this, such as withdrawing the holy power of this church at will, and even controlling and withdrawing the power in the priest's body, and he can also withdraw the priest's power at will, making him a real ordinary person.

For he is the creator of all and the source of all things......

"No......"

Yorkes muttered to himself, "That seems like an exaggeration. ”

Staring at the virtual window in front of him, York's heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

He knew what that meant, and he knew exactly what it could do to him.

It means that he can become the master of this world, directly replacing the authority of God from the moment he personally created the church.

"Shhh

Thinking of something, Yorks couldn't help but pinch his knee.

He thought that if he had created countless churches in this world, would he be able to instantly withdraw the holy power accumulated in all these churches and turn it into his own attack at a time of crisis?

"It's all hole cards, big move!"

"It's gone!"

York gasped and squeezed his knee hard, suppressing the emotion in his heart, but there was still a hint of excitement on his face that he hadn't seen in a long time.

"I didn't expect that after such a trip to another world, there would be such a change.

With this, who cares if it triggers a random task,

Open a church! Church! it! ”

A strong impetus surged in York's heart.

He looked at the virtual window in front of him and made a decision.

"Hundreds of churches, thousands of churches were created right here! Tens of thousands of churches ......"

I don't know how long it took, but Yorks almost figured out the function and called Mirta over.

At this time, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

And the number of believers in the Pluto church is still not decreasing.

Yes, from now on, Yorkers has called these townspeople who are still camping in churches and outside as believers.

Judging from the data of this Pluto church, the number of believers of more than 1,000 people is obviously shared by these people.

This made Yorkes look at these believers. It's like looking at a piece of treasure, let them stay and fall asleep, even if it stays for the rest of their lives.

After all, the number of believers is related to the grading of the church, and the more believers, the higher the level of the church, and the higher the holy power that can be accumulated.

A church without believers is just an ordinary building, like a castle in the sky.

"Father York." Mirta arrived, standing next to the priest and did not dare to sit down.

"Kneel!"

York's calm voice made Mirta's eyes widen and she couldn't hide her excitement.

"Now make you a true clergyman."

Mirta took a deep breath, and the believer, who looked surprised in the background, slowly knelt down in front of York.

Yorkes lifted the Bible placed beside him, got up, reached out and stroked the top of Mirta's head, and said gently.

"Mirta is ready?"

"Be prepared to dedicate to this world and to believers......"

When the voice fell, the believers in the back opened their eyes wide and got up from the row of stools to witness the scene in front of them.

They feel like they're about to be part of witnessing history, witnessing history begin to transform.

Mirta looked resolute and said loudly:

"Father York, I'm ready to die without regret."

York smiled, holding the Bible in one hand and the top of Mirta's head with the other, and said gently.

"Okay."

As these words fell, the power within him surged again, and York began to withdraw the savings of the Pluto Church to the Mirta Annexation,

Looking at the layer of holy light shrouded in Mirta's body, watching Mirta's body being baptized,

Behind him, as the believers began to stand and witness with their own eyes, York said one sentence after another:

"Mirta ! You will be a servant of God, dedicated to His mission, a spiritual mentor to believers, leading them on the path of light and truth.

You will spread the power of love and kindness, give people strength and courage, and be a beacon for believers, guiding them to true happiness and peace in the darkness.

You will also face many challenges and responsibilities. You need to be humble and courageous at all times, to respond with wisdom and compassion to the needs and confusion of believers, to be their confiding and comforter, to support them in their pain and trouble.

No matter where you are, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you must stick to your faith and move forward. Trust that God will give you the strength and wisdom to help you overcome all odds and achieve your mission......"

The voice stopped, and the transformation of history began at this moment.

The night passed.

Because of last night's testimony, many believers who slept inside and outside the church were so excited that they didn't sleep all night.

Early in the morning.

Yorkes just looked at one after another believers with panda eyes but looked energetic and greeted him obediently.

"Father York."

Yorks nodded his head and slipped into the church under the pious gaze of the believers.

"Father York."

Mirta appeared in front of him and saluted him.

After her baptism, she was able to begin to accumulate holy power in her body, and her whole person became much more holy, even younger than last night.

This is the benefit of the baptism of holy power, which is to live longer than ordinary people, and the physical fitness will also surpass ordinary people under the baptism day by day.

"Hmm."

York nodded.

"Begin the work of preparing for Mass, Mirta."

"Yes!"

Mirta nodded yes and left where she was.

York's eyes were over, looking at Mirta, who looked more and more like Irene's little nun, with some regret in his eyes.

Because sadly, there is a ceiling on Mirta's abilities.

Even if you become a true clergyman through baptism, you can use the Holy Power, but it is only about twenty or thirty points.

Although through reading the scriptures aloud and increasing the number of the Bible, these twenty or thirty points can exert the effect of one hundred points of holy power, and when you are in the church, you can also withdraw the holy power accumulated by the church.

But for him, it's still too weak for the current situation.

Of course. It could also be that Mirta is just a deacon, nun, not a priest, and the ceiling is really not high.

"I hope there will be some ruthless people in the back cleaners, but I want to push back the no-man's land forbidden area and create a church ......"

Thinking of this, Yorks subconsciously made a move, and the holy power accumulated in the church instantly integrated into his body, and he could use it at will, and even use it in combination with the increase of magic power.

"Hehe, I feel good, if you can create hundreds of churches and use the power accumulated by hundreds of churches, you must give the demons in the forbidden area a taste of what it means to shine with holy light."

After feeling it and scattering it again, Yorks put his hands behind his back and walked down the middle aisle towards his usual position.

He has not forgotten his daily tasks.

Brothers and sisters, it's the end of the month, can I ask for a vote, if you don't have a book you want to vote for, you might as well vote for me, my little brother's data is too bad......

(End of chapter)