"Bishop, here is all the history of today's events, please review it."

Because he was about to be baptized, even if he was in his fifties, Marcos was rarely excited.

But now, he was standing obediently in front of the bishop, putting the report in his hand on the table.

This is the incident of rotting seeds in the small town of Stadt today, all the processes that have been passed and dealt with......

Looking at Marcos, Yorks rarely showed a very satisfied expression, and he was undoubtedly very satisfied with Marcos.

"Well, go down and gather people, and I'll baptize all of you tonight."

Dropping down a nuclear bomb that could explode in Marcos's heart, Yorkes indifferently picked up today's report.

Although he was watching from God's point of view the whole time, and all the processes were very clear, he still had to work on the surface.

After all, everyone is ready, and they can't ignore it.

Marcos was blown up for a while, and he finally came back to his senses, staring at the bishop who was reading the report, and asked carefully.

"Bishop, is it everyone? Wasn't it just me? ”

"Of course."

Yorkes withdrew his gaze from the report and glanced at him:

"I just need people who are qualified in all aspects, and things on the border can't be delayed any longer."

Marcos pursed his lips, he understood what the bishop meant, and bowed his head slightly.

"Yes! Bishop. ”

Despite this, Marcos's heart was still full of excitement, and he thought that he was alone.

Now colleagues can also have the ability to protect themselves, and they are no longer in a situation where they are slaughtered by demons.

Yorkes waved his hand.

"Let's go down and get busy."

Marcos nodded again and slowly stepped back.

York turned his gaze back to the report again, and it was over after a few glances.

"It's time to get ready to speed up the process......"

What happened on the border made him know that time is precious.

He is not a hard-hearted man, speeding up the process and cannot avoid it.

Of course, it will still follow the plan, starting with the church of Pruto and the church of Berobello as the starting point to create the past.

After all, one more church, his strength is one point stronger......

Night.

Marcos stepped into the Belobello Church with a group of cleaners, a total of forty-seven people.

The light of the candles, combined with the solemn atmosphere that lingered in the church itself, made them slow down for fear of disturbing the peace.

But there were still cleaners who couldn't help but break the calm, suppressed the excitement in their hearts, and whispered.

"Marcos, is the bishop really going to baptize us?"

Marcos nodded again, looked at the empty church, and said seriously:

"Wait and give your best, don't embarrass me."

Everyone looked at each other and immediately responded seriously.

"Understood."

For a while, led by Marcos and Makarov, everyone gathered under the high platform, and they did not dare to sit, so they could only stare at silently.

Time passed bit by bit, when everyone didn't know how long it had been, and for the first time it felt like time was long.

Everyone suddenly noticed that the bishop in the robe of God did not know when, and suddenly appeared in the side passage.

Marcos took the lead and fell to one knee abruptly.

"Bishop!"

The people behind him also knelt down on one knee for the first time.

"Bishop!"

The sound was loud and resounded throughout the church.

York nodded, glancing at it.

All of them are cleaners in their thirties and forties, and they all have the smell of wind and rain.

"It seems that they are all elite ......" Yorks looked at Marcos, who was at the head of the group, and walked up to him in the silence of the atmosphere only the sound of heavy breathing.

"Are you ready for your mission, Marcos?" York said calmly.

At all times, his compulsion is always on the line.

Hearing this, Marcos bowed his head deeply and replied seriously.

"Bishop Hui, I'm ready."

There is only one sentence, but it can make York hear his heart, even if it is at the cost of his life.

"Not bad."

Yorksy said gently, reaching out and touching the top of Marcos's head, mobilizing the holy power that had been stored up in the church of Berobello.

"The Lord Will See Your Efforts......"

The voice was long.

A dazzling white light appeared in the church of Belobello, covering the canopy of the night.

Outside the Belobello Church, a crowd cheered.

Including cleaners in their twenties.

They looked at each other and made a vow to work hard.

1352 shady years.

The eighth day of the founding of the church.

The second day of the creation of the Belobello Temple.

The Lord of the Church, the Savior, John Johan, personally baptized the first Pope, Marcos Custer......

On that night, a total of forty-seven cleaners were promoted to the priesthood......

……………………

Next.

Yorks gets on the bus to the next location.

Marcos sat in the co-pilot accompaniment, and Makarov was the driver.

"Let's go."

York threw down the horn of departure.

A group of people, a total of dozens of vehicles, headed for the nearest town of Stadt.

Today, the town of Stadt has put its abandoned church in order and is waiting for the arrival of the bishop of York.

Not only that, but at the signal of York, Marcos gave an order.

Wherever we passed, the abandoned church had long since been put in order.

So, all it takes is for York to come and consecrate the church in person, and then a real church will appear.

Leaving after attaching the saint was a noble and swift soldier, Yorks had a hunch that the day of completion of the mission was not far off.

That is, the countdown to the days he stays in this world can begin.

Putting down the papers in his hand, York glanced at Marcos, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

He has found the first pope.

To his surprise, this guy really deserves to be one of the leaders of the cleaner group.

Although I heard that he was a descendant of one of the clergy who founded the new church that year.

But what I didn't expect was that this guy was really talented.

Once he is baptized and attached, the holy power used in the novice period can break through the 100-point mark.

The lower limit is inherently so high, it is conceivable that Marcos's upper limit is estimated to be around four or five hundred points.

Thinking of this, York couldn't help but think of his past.

How many points did he come in the first place?

However, he couldn't evaluate it a little, because at that time, he also felt that he had more holy power in his body than others.

"It's a pity that there was no system at the beginning, and it was really difficult to guess that it couldn't be digitized."

York's points could not have been compared to Marcos's.

First of all, the two can't compare.

His holy power is only more than two hundred points now, and the quality and effect of one bit of holy power alone can be worth dozens of points of Marcos.

So because of this, he has always been unable to figure out how much his holy power is equal to others, and how strong his strength is.

Always evaluate the strength of the enemy based on the instinct of the battle and the bonus points and difficulty of the mission.

And this assessment is simple, as long as the bonus points exceed the highest point of his stat, it is a very tricky enemy and thing.

Conversely, below the highest point of any of his attributes, which are the enemies and things he can easily solve.

As for why I can figure out this, without him, I have experienced and experienced people, and I feel that I have done too much in any thing.

Thinking of something, York looked at Marcos.

"Cleaners from other cities are here?"

When the voice fell, Marcos immediately nodded and replied.

"Yes, Bishop, the cleaners from the city of Guisheim have arrived at the moment, and the people of Brigde are left."

As he spoke, Marcos' voice was a little heavy.

"The city of Briged has gone to the front line with all its staff and is commanding according to the plan......"

Hearing this, York's eyes narrowed, and he remembered the territory of the Free Nation.

"Where have we retreated now?"

There are only three cities in the Free Country, the size of one province and one in the motherland in the previous life.

The three cities are all bordered together, which is a big country, and then there are four big countries in the same situation, but the only five countries are separated, basically only the Internet, telephone exchanges.

According to the map, the closest city to the front line of the fall is the city of Brigde.

Along the line, the fallen place is like a point that rushes straight to the city of Brigdal, and finally presents a spreading situation to spread around.

In the beginning, this point needed to be separated by twenty-four towns, and the distance of the county seat could rush to the city of Brigde.

"Retreated to the old town of Elston." Marcos' heavy breathing rang out with the sound.

"The Old Town ...... Elston"

York's eyebrows furrowed slightly, if he had retreated to the ancient town of Elston, there were only eighteen small towns and counties left from Brigde, and according to the previous plan, to free up a safe distance, it would take two small towns.

In other words, there are only twenty towns left in the rush point of the fall, and you can rush to the city of Brigde.

"There's still time, let's speed up." York said indifferently.

"Yes!"

Marcos and Makarov replied together.

The car that took the lead began to speed up like an arrow off the string.

That day.

A third church was opened in the small town of Stadt.

It is called the Stadter Church.

Meantime.

After being tested by York.

Thirty-seven cleaners from the city of Guisheim were baptized and promoted to priesthood.

Without any delay.

Leaving a priest to guard the Stadt church, Yorks again led a large group of priests to the next location.

There, there was a church that had already been put in order waiting for him.

Today, the whole of the Free Nation is like a car driven by him and tinkered with by him.

Everybody, all the people know what it means.

After the great propaganda and support of the former cleaners and the current priests.

He's all in the limelight.

The whole process is very smooth.

As soon as he arrived at the new church, let the people see it with their own eyes, and then he left immediately after attaching the new church with his own hands.

It's a long day.

Stadt Church.

Colmar Church.

Bamberon Church.

Three new churches have been newly opened.

As it deepens, the scale grows.

Until late in the evening.

When the prompt sounded in his ear, Yorks suddenly noticed that a five-level church had appeared in the five churches he was sitting in.

[Bamberon Church]

[Fifth Level Church]

[Accumulated Holy Power: 500 points]

[Number of believers: 5,213]

[……]

"Sure enough, where there are many people, the richer the resources, the stronger the power."

Lying on the bed, Yorks looked at the ceiling in the void and couldn't help but recall the scene of coming to Bamberon in the afternoon.

That's really a place where there is no landing.

Densely packed with human heads, bustling.

The only thing they had in common was that they all knew what he was here for, who he really was, and what that meant it.

As a result, as soon as the church of Bamberon was consecrated, it was instantly promoted to a third-level church, and even closer to a fourth-level church.

"That's ......"

York looked at the rest of the data.

The heart moves at will and all the data is unified.

"The Holy Power Points that I can use in one breath are ......"

The Pluto Church has been promoted to a third-level church, with a total of three hundred points.

The church of Berobello is already a fourth-level church, with a total of four hundred points.

The Stadter church, a third-level church, can be promoted to a fourth-level church tomorrow according to this rapid upward trend, for a total of 400 points.

Colmar Church, fermented in one day, at this time it was already a fourth-level church, with a total of 400 points.

"With the five hundred points of holy power in the Bamberon Church, plus the holy power accumulated in the bodies of Marcos and other priests, I can use about seven thousand points of holy power in one breath......"

After estimating this, Yorks couldn't help but clench his fists.

With seven thousand holy power in one go, coupled with two hundred and one doubled magic power, he could unleash more than one hundred and four thousand holy power damage and critical hits with a single blow.

"One million or four million, it seems a little scary......"

York shook his head violently.

Combined with the previous situation, he really couldn't imagine the damage of this blow, he thought that it would blow up the country with one blow, but now that it continues to develop like this, he can't think of what the level of this blow will be.

"It is estimated that the satan-level demons are coming, and they all have to be defeated back by me......"

York grumbled and closed his eyes.

In his diorama, there is a dense crowd of believers outside the room, including priests such as Marcos, waiting for him.

And they had no idea how much power the people in the house they were waiting for could exert with their strength......

Time passed bit by bit.

The people outside the house didn't sleep all night.

house. Yorkie opened his eyes punctually.

"Continue ......"

With these words, accompanied by the escort of a group of people, the course of York's continued again.

In one day, on the way to the front, five new churches were built again.

Three fourth-order churches and two fifth-level churches.

The power that can be mastered is multiplied again.

Finally, when we arrived in the city of Belster, where Marcos was stationed.

A seventh-level church, Belster Church, is freshly baked, and it is also heading for the eighth-level church with a doubling number.

It was only here that Yorkes really saw what a big city should look like, a bit of cyberpunk feeling, and Belster City was a bigger city than the big cities in the real world in the previous life.

But because of the long wait, the mad believers, he could only hide in a luxurious room.

……

"Lord Marcos, the Bishop refuses to see us? Why! ”

Dressed in a priest's robe, which had not been made for a long time, Marcos walked down the wide, carved aisle.

He was surrounded by a group of authority administrators.

Hearing this, Marcoston paused and looked at the somewhat confused authority managers.

In his eyes, these people are all official dignitaries of the Free Nation, each with their own rights.

If it were peacetime, it would be a powerful figure, but now, in this apocalypse, it is no longer worth mentioning.

The faithful who put all their hopes in the bishop are like an ocean supporting the whole Church, capable of swallowing everything and being unstoppable.

Because of the crazy believers and bishops outside, he now finally understood why the Church was able to flourish for a while, and why it suddenly weakened in the midst of a thousand years of peaceful development.

It is only because of the greed of some people, as the bishop said, that the Church must remain pure and pure from now on, otherwise it will be a disaster in the future for those who have the heart to join in and use the power of the Church to feed back their worldly rights.

History is still repeating itself.

"Because the bishop doesn't want to see you, it's as simple as that."

Marcos said calmly.

"Be mentally prepared, the church will soon be separated from all worldly forces, and I will talk to you in detail when the time comes."

With that, Marcos ignored the discoloration of these people and strode away.

The most important thing now is not this, but to present to the bishop the information that has just come to the front line, as well as the process of cleaning up and practicing the priests......

It's so uncomfortable, people are going to burn, brothers, pay attention to keep warm.

(End of chapter)