The whole world is in turmoil.

Something about the change can be felt by all.

It's all the same direction on the Internet or in society.

That's hope.

But for York, he didn't really know much.

Even if he moves, someone will follow, even if there are people around him who are born to listen to his orders.

But for York, it's just unremarkable.

Because even in the real world, he is actually in such a situation, no matter what he does, there are always a few people who follow his orders, and there are always a few devout believers.

So there's really no difficulty in replacing it.

Even, this world is a beach-like attraction for him, and the very obvious change outside is the waves.

And he was like a tourist, standing on the beach and watching the waves crash.

To sum up, it was ordinary, and the mediocre couldn't shake his heart.

The waves are turning around, and it can't affect the plan.

He just took Marcos and the cleaners to the abandoned church closest to the small town of Yamara.

A larger town called Berobello.

The size between the towns of Yamara and Berobello can be described as towns and counties.

So there are more people, and the church is a little bigger.

Looking at the people outside who were stopped within a certain range, Yorks looked at Marcos, who had been following.

In a way, this guy unwittingly replaced Mirta and became his new assistant.

But I have to say that there is really no comparison between the two.

Marcos seems to have come from a very famous family, and is completely powerful, the pride of the heavens, so the effect of being able to exert himself is quite greater than that of Mireta.

The surging crowd outside is a witness.

It's dense, but it's orderly.

And the official has been reduced to assistance, the role of security.

Those who stood in front of the crowd like railings, in uniform, were proof of that.

"Marcos, you did it." York couldn't help but ask.

For the first time, he saw that the number of believers was rising at a rapid rate in a second.

Marcos seemed to be able to see the bishop's surprise, and he smiled and nodded slightly.

"I informed the authorities and comrades here of your arrival."

Yorks glanced at the dense crowd outside and praised it.

"Well done, Marcos."

The smile on Marcos' face could no longer be hidden.

"Thank you, Bishop, for your compliment."

This made his colleagues next to him look at each other silently, and they all smiled.

"This Marcos ......"

Since joining the Church, Marcos has changed visibly and noticeably.

But not only him, but also them, for the first time in their lives, were so comfortable that they didn't have to worry about anything.

They had finally discovered something, and they had tacitly moved their gaze from Marcos to the bishop visiting the church.

The bishop's back seems to be able to obscure everything.

Staying in front of the bishop, who is as majestic as a mountain and calm, this sense of security is truly indescribable......

If they were to put it in one sentence, the sky was falling, and there was a bishop on top.

"Let's go, go in and have a look."

As the words fell, York walked towards the church in front of him.

"Yes, Bishop."

Marcos was always the first to follow, and the rest were half a beat slower.

The corners of York's mouth went up.

This guy is really good at saying it or not, he can understand his mind, he can understand what he wants, and he can do it in one step, without letting him hint at all.

And because of Marcos's top-level status, York found himself as if he didn't have to do anything.

Such as dialogue with the authorities, such as more subtle movements, printing and distributing Bibles, crosses, and so on.

With the addition of Marcos's group of cleaners, he can now say that there are people who want him, and there are people who want money.

It's like picking up the prestige and power accumulated by the group of cleaners, so the progress is quite fast.

Now, with the Bible he brought with him as the main body, a copy of the Bible is now available to everyone and is being distributed to believers free of charge.

At this time, the satchels on Marcos's group of cleaners are no longer those cumbersome, complex and bulky equipment.

It's just a Bible, four bottles of holy water, and two crosses.

"It seems that I just need to keep building churches and empowering them."

York's face was unremarkable, and he thought to himself:

"In this way, the mission is about to end, and it is best to complete the task."

Beside him, Marcos, a group of embraced cleaners and the administrators of the authorities followed, silently.

The administrator of the authorities was a guy who looked unapproachable, but at this point he was smiling very stiffly and introduced.

"Bishop York, this church has been put in order by us,

Everything is new, including floor-to-ceiling windows, carvings, candles, floor tiles, ......"

Combined, what dawned on York's eyes was a new and glowing church.

"Thank you, I have a heart."

York smiled, not shy away from praise.

This made Alfie Patten, the authority manager of Belobello Town, grin, and his originally stiff smile seemed more natural.

Everyone was smiling.

As things ferment and deliberately.

The atmosphere of the entire Free Nation is now in full swing, and it is necessary to satisfy the bishop who appeared out of nowhere and seems to be a legendary saint.

If you do something contrary and make the bishop angry, without the intervention of the authorities and the cleaners, the crowd outside with a glint of hope in their eyes will be able to eat you......

"In that case."

With his hands behind his back, Yorkes smiled as he stared at the statue of Jesus at the end of the aisle, which stood in the depths, on the very central platform.

"This church is named Belobello Church."

He was too lazy to even name his church after a local place.

But none of the people present objected, but bowed their heads slightly and said yes.

"Yes, Bishop."

Yorkes was very satisfied, he liked the smooth flow of the situation to the end.

He doesn't ask for anything, now he just wants to create more churches and use the power of the world to sweep the forbidden area to complete the task.

The holy power in the body surged, and it directly arrived at the image of Jesus in an instant, and it was consecrated in an instant, and it was still a consumption of ten points like the church of Pluto.

[Ten Divine Power Used]

A prompt rings in your ears at the same time.

[Berobello Church]

[Secondary Church]

[Accumulated Holy Power: 0 points]

[Number of believers: 2,096]

[……]

The faithful here are divided directly into the newly created Berobello Church.

And in everyone's five senses, the bishop was suddenly covered with a layer of white light, and the whole scene was like a layer of white feather veil.

They felt something in their hearts and subconsciously looked at the image of Jesus erected in the depths.

It was found that the image of Jesus seemed to be alive, no longer lifeless as before, just a statue of a dead thing.

At that moment, a voice fell, and it fell on their hearts like a roaring drum.

"Makarov Drea!"

Yorks pronounced the name of a cleaner and remembered his information.

In an area where the rot had already infected, this man resisted the onslaught of the evil spirits at the cost of an arm, and forcibly uprooted the demon seed from the rotten seed's body.

The result was the uprooting of four rotten seeds, and with the assistance of the authorities, four thousand people were relocated in the flesh of ordinary people.

That's a great record.

There is no supernatural power.

When you are still an ordinary person, it is not an ordinary difficulty to analyze the difference between evil spirits and ordinary people one by one, and successfully relocate 4,000 people to avoid being infected.

To succeed, perseverance and no regrets to death are certainly essential.

At the same time, it is necessary to have excellent management talents.

As the so-called general, he can only be in charge of a battalion, but a commander can be in charge of an army.

Makarov Dreaa had the qualifications to become a priest and take over the church of Berobello.

From that long period of detailed records and information, Yorkes saw that this man was qualified to become a bishop.

Without him, this is a very good man, even better than him, more suitable to be a clergyman of the church.

While everyone's hearts were shaken by these words, one man stepped out of it and knelt down on one knee under the gaze of York.

"In!"

Makarov Drea, with a calm face and a bold, tenacious light in his eyes, was dressed in a simple and dark robe, carrying a shoulder bag on his left shoulder, followed by a curved iron hand in his left hand, and his right hand on his chest.

Except for the somewhat confused administrators, Marcos and the other cleaners looked at Makarov Drea, with a happy look on their faces.

They know exactly what the current situation belongs to.

In the mouth of the Bishop of York, Makarov Dreua should have been the second clergyman who could have the true power of the Church.

Although they are still ordinary people and have not become clergy, they have no jealousy in their hearts, and they are only happy for Makarov Drea.

"Makarov Drea, you are brave and fearless, you are not afraid of hardships, you charge forward, let the demons witness your iron bones......"

Speaking calmly, Yorkes stretched out his right hand and touched the forehead of Makarov Drea, who was kneeling on one knee, and said gently.

"Qualified to be a priest."

At this moment, in addition to the group of cleaners, the authorities and managers present fully understood what this scene was.

Slowly retracting his expression, he began to stare at the scene in front of him with reverence.

They were able to witness this scene that can be engraved in the long river of history.

"Are you ready?" Yorkes stared at Makarov Drea, who seemed to be a little excited, his eyes were red, and said softly.

"Makarov Drea, you are going to take over this area, you will be in charge of the preaching work, you will be in charge of the peace of the land, you will be in charge of dispelling the confusion of the believers,

Respond to their needs and confusion, be their confidant and comforter, and support them in times of pain and distress......"

Makarov Dreaa replied with a deep bow.

"Yes, Bishop, I'm ready."

His voice trembled a little.

"Good."

Yorks smiled, and the holy power in his body surged again.

Possession of a consecrated deacon nun costs twenty points, while attaching a consecrated priest costs fifty points.

It just so happened that when the statue of Jesus was consecrated, the church of Berobello had begun to transform the power of faith that had been collected one after another.

[Accumulated Holy Power: 73 points]

He did not need to expend his own strength at all, and directly called on the holy power accumulated in the church of Berobello to consecrate Makarov Dreya.

What can be seen is that the Holy Power Points accumulated by the church instantly dropped by fifty points.

Makarov Drey only felt that something or unknown power was in his body, roasting him warm......

And in the eyes of everyone, he emitted a white, warm holy light.

This stream of light directly filled their vision.

It was so bright that Makarov Dreya's figure disappeared inside.

But after a few seconds, it was back to its original state, as if the scene had not been seen before.

"It's over."

The voice of the Bishop of York rang out, and they found that the Bishop's right hand had been retracted, and opened their mouth to ask.

"Makarov Dreya, how are you feeling?"

Everyone looked at Makarov Drea, who was kneeling on one knee, again.

Makarov Drey didn't know what words to use to describe it, so he said directly:

"Bishop, I seem to have an extra strength in my body, and a warm mass of energy......"

"Well, that's the true power of the clergy." York smiled and stared at Makarov Drea, with praise and satisfaction in the depths of his eyes.

Sure enough, he has the potential and qualifications to be a bishop.

The number of points of consecration is fixed, but the amount of power that the possessed person can possess is determined by himself.

After all, everyone is different, and the difference in human beings will inevitably lead to geniuses and mediocrities.

Like Makarov Drea, who is attached to the church with fifty points of holy power.

But the harvest and reward is eighty points of holy power.

The reason why he was able to invoke the holy power accumulated by the church was because the church was possessed by him with his own strength.

In the same way, he can also invoke the holy priest to whom he is attached, the holy power in his body.

Feeling the eighty points of holy power that appeared in Makarov Drea's body, Yorks still had his hands behind him.

"Get up."

At this moment, Makarov Dreya only felt that he was held up by an irresistible force.

He subconsciously wanted to resist, but suddenly remembered what Marcos had said.

"Yes, Bishop."

Makarov Dreaa bowed his head respectfully, and there was only obedience and admiration left in his heart.

York's expression remained unchanged, and he reached out and patted Makarov Drea's shoulder and continued to walk forward.

"Familiarize yourself with your own strength first, and then learn the relevant skills when the time comes."

"Yes! Bishop. Makarov Drrea replied.

Listening to the answer behind him, York had already taken a step forward, looking at the virtual window that others could not see, and remembered something.

"Tomorrow the church of Berobello will be opened, Makarov Drea, and you will be in charge of the relevant sacramental services."

In the church of Pruto, he was tired of the sacraments that day by day.

Makarov Drea's heart tightened, a little nervous, looking at the bishop's back and wanting to say something, wanting to refuse, finally opened his mouth and replied.

"Yes! Bishop, I'll be ready. ”

“……”

Then, a group of colleagues greeted him excitedly and gave encouraging looks.

"Well done! Makarov! ”

"Come on!"

“……”

Each of his colleagues whispered, then patted him on the left shoulder, signaling their support and encouragement, and then continued to follow the bishop.

Makarov Drey looked at the back of the front leader, like a mountain, and the backs under the back, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

Who knows, he's starting to get nervous by now.

"I seem to be more nervous than when I drove out the rot......

Makarov Dreaa took a deep breath and followed.

"Fight!"

Makarov Dreya, who became the second clergyman of the Church, thought so in his heart.

(End of chapter)