"Do you know the hierarchy of my robe?"

Yorkes glanced at the stunned man next to Mirta, probably in his fifties and sixties.

At such a close distance, with his inhuman hearing, he could naturally hear the other party's own words.

"It seems that the founder who founded the church here does have a connection to the real world.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to know the situation of the divine robe, which is accurate to the previous guess......"

Yorkes withdrew his gaze, temporarily retreated his thoughts, and continued to follow the process of performing his daily rituals.

The ritual was carved into his bones, and York's eyes were closed and he could perform it smoothly.

And the ritual directly allowed the Pluto Church to collect a large amount of faith power again, making up for last night's consumption.

The number of people is so large that it will be increased by a few points at a time.

It is estimated that this group of faith power can support at least a dozen transformations.

Each transformation is two hundred points, which is equivalent to more than two thousand points of holy power, which is not less.

With more than 2,000 points of holy power and his magic power, he probably didn't have to fear anything to deal with enemies in the dark side.

However, perceptually, this is not enough.

He needs more, more holy power, once and for all.

"May your word be like a lamp that illuminates our way in our hearts"

After jocks finished his prayer for God's revelation and guidance, expressing his reverence for the Bible and his cry to God, he glanced at it.

The power of faith that only he could see permeated the air, absorbed by the image of Jesus.

The ceremony continued.

Just then, Yorks heard a hint ringing in his ears.

The Pluto Church has been upgraded again.

[Quantity met]

[Pluto Church has been upgraded to a third-class church]

[Can be converted into 300 Holy Power]

[……]

"That's three thousand, so fast?"

You must know that since yesterday, there have been almost 2,000 people, and now it has risen to 3,000 in an instant.

Standing on a high platform and facing the dense crowd of believers, Yorkes took a look at the virtual window in amazement as he led the ritual.

According to his estimates, the number of people at the scene was probably more than 1,000.

And now the data window of the Pluto Church clearly shows the number of believers of 3,000.

[Number of believers: 3,012]

On top of that, this number is still growing, and the numbers are jumping second by second.

Yorks subconsciously glanced at Director Lack, who was not conspicuous at all in the crowd crowded under the high platform.

"This guy's propaganda is so powerful?"

After thinking about it, Yorks still thinks that it may be due to the inhabitants of the small town of Yamara.

The size of the town with thousands of people is quite impressive.

It's just a bit of an exaggeration.

But it also shows that the people of this world have been waiting for someone or something that can be saved.

Faith, the so-called faith, useful is faith, as long as it is useful, then it is more pious.

That's his point.

………………

The regular process ends.

York's water is still being distributed as it was yesterday, even though it is not in the real world.

But there's something special here.

There is also a little bit of caution on his part, as mentioned above, these people should share their stories with each other.

As long as you share, there is no end, it's like making a fishing net, starting from one point and spreading through it, and finally forming a complete fishing net.

In the final analysis, as long as there are human beings, there must be socialization, and as long as there is socialization, then one can be connected to the other.

Let the whole town help him get the word out, that's what he's for.

I just finished distributing the holy water one by one.

A whole round of savings was consumed.

Mirta suddenly came to the side and whispered, "Father York, here they are." ”

Mirta didn't say who it was, but York, knowing what she meant, shook off the water in his hand and looked behind her across Mirta.

The distinction between the two groups is very clear.

On one side was a group of suspected cleaners, staring incredulously at the holy water bottle in their hands.

Behind this group were believers who had already known about the effects of the holy water and were excited.

"Is that your colleague, Mirta?"

York looked to the front and bowed to him, knowing the man in his robe.

Mirta replied earnestly: "Yes, Father York, he is Marcos, one of the leaders of the group of cleaners in the Free Nation. ”

"City of Bellster?"

Yorkes said calmly, remembering the pattern of the world.

Now only the five major powers are still barely surviving.

And the country in which he is located is called the Free State.

On top of that, the division and structure of the cities of this free country are different from those of the previous life and the real world.

With the presence of demons, the area that the Free Nation can control has been reduced to a collection of three cities.

Every city has to be bigger than a real-world city.

Just as the small town of Yamara under his feet can actually be said to be a city in the real world, and this town is ostensibly managed by the city of Belster.

Therefore, the cleaner who is responsible for and leads a city is enough to represent the cleaner group of the Free Nation or this world.

"Yes, Father."

Mirta replied: "The city that Mr. Marcos is in charge of is the city of Belster. ”

Yorks nodded at the man named Marcos, who seemed to be very sensible, and then calmly said to Mirta.

"Then ask him to come and see me, just right, I have something to ask too."

Obviously, one of the leaders, Marcos, knew more than Mirta, after all, Mirta could not see that he was wearing a robe that was not a priest's preparation, but a bishop.

He had too many questions to ask, why history was broken, why the church that was once at its peak disappeared in an instant, so that God abandoned it

"Okay! Father. ”

Mirta nodded respectfully and headed for Marcos.

The two began to talk about something, and Marcos nodded from time to time.

Unimpressed, York slipped into the side aisle, into a room in the side aisle of Pluto Church, and waited for them to come.

There are so many people in the church that some things are really inconvenient.

"It's finally getting started."

York entered the room and stood on the windowsill looking at the worshippers outside the church, part of his consciousness staring at the three-dimensional map, Marcos, led by Mirta, staring at his deep inhalation, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

It wasn't until Mirta came to the door with this Marcos that Yorkes turned around.

Once met, Mirta nodded sensibly and left.

Leaving Marcos alone, before he could say hello, Marcos immediately calmed down and spoke first.

"York...... Bishop of York. ”

Not a priest, but a bishop.

Yorkes stared at him and smiled indifferently.

"How do you know?"

Marcos replied respectfully, "Back to Bishop York, I have books left over from the Church. ”

Hearing this, Yorkes knew that he had guessed correctly, and sure enough, one of the leaders of this group of cleaners knew more.

"Can you tell me everything you know?"

Instead of beating around the bush, York asked, "I need to know the true history of this world." ”

Marcos nodded, looking ready.

"Naturally, I'll tell you everything I know."

There was no messy dialogue throughout the whole process, and there was no dismount or anything, just a question and an answer.

All the above questions were answered by Marcos's mouth.

The history of this world is simple.

There was a time when the apocalypse was flooded with monsters, but because of the appearance of a sage, he turned the tide and led everyone to victory.

His name is St. Andrew.

Years of peace, the greed of man, killed him.

Rights, desires led to a great civil war in humanity, regimes rose, and many countries began to counterattack the Church.

St. Andrew couldn't bear to do anything to humans, or perhaps because he was disappointed.

When people let him die, he didn't think he was worthy to be crucified in the same position as Jesus.

So, he died peacefully and was crucified by everyone.

In the end, the victors, perhaps feeling ashamed, destroyed all the history of the year in order to cover it up.

So much so that history began to break down.

Finally, some of the remaining clergy re-founded the new church.

But they found themselves unable to use the Holy Power.

God has forsaken this world.

Yorkes listened to Marcos' word for word about history, his face expressionless.

After all, this history is exactly what he guessed.

And this Sage, he also knows who it is.

In the real world of the past life and the parallel world, St. Andrew, the brother of St. Peter and one of the original apostles of Jesus.

This act alone makes sense for God's forsaken of the world.

"Don't you want to do it?"

York's expression was indifferent, it was impossible for a saint, one of God's apostles, to be without power.

He wouldn't.

Whoever wants to attack him and let him die, he will let him die.

After all, St. Andrew's name is so big, it is possible that he is only an incarnation when he walks in the world, and even if he dies, he can still be resurrected by God's side.

And he is a living person, and if he dies, he is really dead.

He did not consider himself worthy of being resurrected by God.

So, when York was learning about the general history, he asked Marcos what was the situation of the authorities in this world.

"We can only keep society functioning." Marcos sighed.

"Even the force has shrunk to the point where it can only maintain law and order."

York raised an eyebrow, and heard Marcos talk about the status of a cleaner.

"It can be said that the biggest managers at the moment are us cleaners, and the current authorities are just helping us."

As he spoke, Marcos laughed at himself, "Because our cleaners are the last line of defense." ”

This is similar to the pattern of the real world, each with its own needs.

The Church has a monopoly on the transcendent and dark worlds, keeping the world running, the official monopoly on everything on the surface, maintaining law and order, maintaining the functioning of society and life.

Yorks glanced at Marcos, and there was not much to say about it.

His ultimate goal is simply to get the job done.

Of course, the creation of churches is now in scope, but only by chance.

As long as he completes the task, he can do anything, because he won't stay in this world for long.

After all, the world still felt strange to him.

Thinking of this, Yorks didn't bother to ask any more, everything was similar to what he had guessed, and he was no longer interested in knowing anything.

"You can join the church, but what I need to know is that you can represent the will of all the cleaners?"

With his hands behind his back, York turned to face the window, looking outside and waiting for an answer.

Marcos remembered the process of meeting with the other two cities, took a deep breath, nodded earnestly, and said reverently.

"Yes."

The ancestors of these cleaners were the remnants of the clergy who founded the new church.

Now joining the church, in addition to being able to deal with demons, there is also the most important layer, that is, the will of the family and the wishes and hopes of the ancestors.

Behind every authentic cleaner there is a very simple mission:

"If someday someone can create a real church, be sure to join and follow and counsel that person carefully.

Past history must not allow for a recurrence of ......"

Marcos knelt down on one knee and said in a serious tone:

"We are willing to follow in your footsteps, and we are willing to become a pioneer to carry out your will......"

York smiled, his mind surging.

Marcos only felt an irresistible force explode in his knees, and he was forced to lift him up.

He suddenly looked at the man in front of him, his eyes shrank, and his heart tightened inexplicably, but the next second, a voice fell, making him relax.

"Your name is Marcos, Marcos, and I agree."

York turned to look at Marcos, stepped over and patted him on the shoulder, and said gently.

"But before I can do that, I need your details, I need to know what each cleaner has done."

With that, York withdrew his hand and walked towards the door.

"Don't try to play anything, I can see, oh yes, there's also the forbidden area, the information of various countries."

Marcos bowed his head deeply, not feeling offended by this unkind remark, but relaxed:

"Yes, Bishop York."

He quickly found his role and position.

……

It didn't take long for York to get a pile of information from Marcos.

"Bishop York, everything you want is here." Marcos looked at the bishop who was eating lunch and said respectfully.

Before, he had agreed with everyone.

Carry out the will of the bishop in front of you.

"Hmm."

Yorks looked at Marcos and motioned for lunch on the table: "Marcos, do you want to eat together?" ”

Marcos thought about it and shook his head.

"Okay."

Yorks waved his hand unimpressed, waiting for Marcos to leave before he began to look at the information in front of him.

History doesn't have to look at anymore, that's all.

What he needs to know is the current number of cleaners and the distribution of previously abandoned churches.

At this glance, the number of cleaners was so small that he was a little silent.

"Are there only seventy-three cleaners left in Belster City, including Mirta?"

Looking at the cleaner's record, Yorks sighed.

These cleaners are completely human tactics against demons, and they can be called the first and the last.

If it can't be solved, miniature tactics to get people to relocate, to the safest places.

To this day, there are only three pieces of territory left in a big country, and all of them have fallen outside, becoming a place where no one dares to go, and finally evolving into a forbidden area.

"No wonder there is always a sense of despair in the people of this world."

Yorkes shook his head and continued to flip through.

Make a note of the location of the abandoned church.

"Waste utilization, go to the nearest place to create a new church first, continue to spread the heat, and gather the power of faith for the whole country as soon as possible."

York's eyes on the map above made a decision.

"Seventy-three cleaners, excluding the female cleaners who can only become nuns, a total of sixty-seven priests, and they have to recruit ...... more"

Just when York made up his mind.

At this moment, the Free Nation has been caught in a commotion because of the actions of the cleaner group and the videos on the Internet.

The light that dispelled the darkness of the night in the small town of Yamara was like a knife deep into the heart of everyone who saw the video.

At this moment.

The whole world began to know the news of the founding of the church.

(End of chapter)