Looking at the devil who had been burned to the ground, Yorks casually threw away the knight's sword in his hand.

The knight's sword swirled in the air, disintegrating into points of light and merging into the surroundings.

"Dominic?"

York tilted his head and applauded the devil's honest deeds.

With this name, he estimated that he could find a lot of information.

Of course, as the so-called staring at the abyss, the abyss is also watching you.

It is undeniable that this is also a conspiracy.

Because as long as you check, as long as he is related to this name, then then Minic can also sense it.

"Looks like this guy isn't dead."

York's gaze swept around: "But one thing is for sure, there is no trace of Dominica in this world. ”

"It's been cleaned up, and there's probably only some trash fish left.

Leave it to Marcos for them to experience.

I can't stay in this world for the rest of my life......"

York disappeared in place.

Thousands of miles away in the city of Belster.

In the brand new indoor church, York, who was sitting on a row of stools, opened his eyes and subconsciously looked up at the image of Jesus in front of him.

"Did you do it? God, this is the second time that I feel my fate. ”

The image of Jesus is still eternal, there is no one and no voice to answer York's question, and the indoor church is quiet and quiet, so quiet that a pin may fall.

By dark, York had not received an answer.

"Forget it."

York, staring at the statue of Jesus, smiled indifferently and got up to leave.

"As long as it's good for me, there's no harm, whatever it is,

Good night, God. ”

The words fell, and with the distant sound of footsteps, calm was restored again.

Only the statue is eternal.

……

Next.

Outside fell into a carnival again, fell into the crisis to lift, and regained the carnival of lost territory.

It didn't take long.

People gathered on both sides of the main street one after another, watching the procession led by Father Marcos and other priests slowly leave the market.

Yorks, who gave a series of orders, appeared in a library that had been put together by Macost.

As he had ordered, Marcos had put together all the family inventory, notes, including the family's history.

As for the situation of the old church, all of them moved here.

The history of a country is all in this library.

York was satisfied.

He has always believed that the greatest power is knowledge.

Without knowledge, he would not have been able to get to where he is now.

"It's also thanks to the change in me.

If the brain hadn't evolved and didn't have the ability to remember and remember, then it would not be possible to remember so much, and the human brain is limited after all......"

Yorks chose a stool and sat down, put his feet on the table, and summoned an old notebook in his hand with a stroke of telekinesis.

He muttered in his heart as he flipped through it.

"I was very skeptical of the situation back then, and I did it on purpose."

The whole free country is in a carnival, but York is beginning to learn about the history of another world.

For a long time, I don't know how long it took, but the sky began to get dark, and lights appeared outside.

York's hand finally stopped in a thin notebook.

This is the notebook of Father Marcos, a remnant of the old church and one of the founders of the new church.

That's just a few sentences.

"Is my strength gone, and has God forsaken us? Not ......"

"Despair! Is it God's punishment for us that mankind has crucified the Holy One? ”

"The Bishop of the Shogunate told me that he had made a soul pact with a demon.

He said he was going to make the people of this world pay! Pay the price for what they do! He wants to avenge the Holy One! ”

"Lord Bishop of the Seth Shogun is gone."

"I'm scared, I already feel the devil coming."

……

"Sure enough."

Yorksmo twitched his notebook and sighed.

Things were exactly as he thought.

But York always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, because he seemed to be the one who picked peaches.

He quickly came to a conclusion based on the fact that St. Andrew did not resist and died voluntarily.

St. Andrew's was deliberate.

"He wants to tear down and start over, and consume all those greedy human beings who have become another kind of human beings in the struggle against the devil, so that he can leave people with purer thoughts......"

York threw the notebook away, and used his telekinesis to reset it automatically.

"But is this considered purity......

He didn't know, and continued to beckon, beckoning another heavy book into his hand.

At this time, there is nothing but absorbing the knowledge of the other world.

Because it is undeniable that this time the rise of the church will turn into a real behemoth.

The disappearance of the devil is not the end, but just the beginning.

The world has become a kind of coordinate.

Even if Dominic is really dead, there will still be countless miscellaneous fish coming, not to mention that this guy really doesn't seem to be dead yet.

It's like the real world.

No matter what is expelled, there will still be paranormal events.

Soon after half the library was finished, Yorks found a lot of things.

Dominica.

Based on the lore and Dominic's two pairs of black wings, York's real-world knowledge quickly put together a very reliable piece of information.

An angel.

The first angels created by God are the vanguard force of the battle against hell and demons, and they are tasked with guarding the kingdom of heaven against the invasion of demons.

"Can you be an angel, no wonder you will become a fallen angel, after all, it is an angel who is in direct contact with hell, and it is generally two parts of good and evil......"

York shook his head, his face indifferent, and continued to absorb the knowledge of this other world.

Time is running out to stay here.

Time passes.

"Amen!"

Yorks sat on a row of benches and continued to complete his daily tasks.

At this time, he had accumulated eighteen attribute points.

It was at this time that Yorker also sensed the desire to create a church.

"Here we go again."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he could only obey the priest's heart, descend the god and incarnate, and consecrate the newly created church amid the cheers of many believers.

By this time, Yorkes had lost count of how many churches he had now.

I only know that the power he can grasp now is a bit terrifying.

Under the blow, the devil who had been entrenched in the depths of the darkness and kept harvesting souls ran away directly on the spot, leaving only some miscellaneous fish for the clergy to use for training.

Obviously, after the experience, Marcos's group of clergy has become more comfortable with their own strength.

At least the clergy is already what it should be.

At the same time, under his deliberate arrangement, some of the original leaders, such as Marcos and Makarov, Gignas, etc., the clerical rank has been promoted to bishopric.

Another month passed.

The five kingdoms are finally connected, and the days are getting better day by day.

……

"Your Excellency."

Marcos, dressed in a bishop's robe, looked at the bishop who had been flipping through the books and said respectfully.

"I've talked to the authorities and the authorities have been very completely separated from them.

At the same time, they agreed with our proposal. ”

Hearing this, Yorks stopped flipping through and glanced at the high-spirited Marcos.

"That's good."

Now he is hidden behind the scenes, and no longer interferes in anything except the Church of the Attached Saints.

The main thing is that there is no chance of making a move.

Because the devils in this world have run out, except for Dominic, who had fought with him before, the rest of the devils have all disappeared completely after witnessing his power.

Running so fast that he couldn't find any chances.

As for the trash fish that still had some remnants, he was a little lazy to do it.

It's fine if you can trigger random tasks, but even the Fallen Angels can't trigger random tasks, and those miscellaneous fish can't do it.

In the next second, Marcos's words surprised Yorks.

"My lord, I have something to ask you."

"Huh?"

Marcos stared at the bishop in front of him, who had not been in charge for a long time, and had just asked them to collect information, pursed his lips with a somewhat sentimental expression, and asked cautiously.

"Are you leaving?"

Yorks turned his head to look at Marcos, and couldn't help but smile at his suddenly sentimental look.

"How do you know I'm leaving?"

"Sure enough, you're leaving!" Marcos's voice became deeper, his face darkened a lot, and he was respectful and reluctant.

"I can see this from what you've made us do all the time,

Your time in this world is running out. ”

York glanced at Marcos carefully, then continued to stare at the book in his hand.

"Rest assured, as long as you remain faithful to the Lord, I will always be there,

That means I'll keep an eye on you.

Although the truth is as you say, I do have to leave. ”

Marcos was overjoyed, and a corresponding expression appeared on his face:

"Really?"

"Hmm."

Yorkes smiled and waved, "Go down, if nothing else, don't bother me." ”

Marcos took a deep breath, as if absorbing the answer, and bowed his head deeply and said seriously.

"Yes! Your Excellency the Bishop. ”

After saying that, he stepped back with some excitement.

"This guy ......" Yorks shook his head as he stared at the book in his hand.

Even if he didn't use his heart's voice, through the three-dimensional picture in his mind, he could actually see the group of priests gathered outside, including the bishop who also made a great contribution to the counterattack and was promoted.

……

"How?"

As soon as Marcos came out, the group of clergy immediately greeted him, looking nervous and worried.

Looking at this group of colleagues, Marcos had a relaxed look on his face and a bright smile.

"His Excellency says he will always be there, as long as we remain devotion to the Lord."

"Yes!" Someone excitedly clenched his fist and swung it into the air.

"Great!"

The clergyman, who had always remained serious and cold in front of people, could no longer hold back his expression at this moment.

“……”

"Shhhh Hush! ”

Marcos hurriedly stopped.

"Be quiet! Don't affect the Bishop, let's go somewhere else. ”

“ok！”

The footsteps grew farther and farther away.

"Marcos, you said that we secretly carved a statue of the Bishop, will the Bishop blame us?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Huh? Should? ”

"What are you afraid of, if the bishop blames it, I will bear it!"

"I'll do it too!"

“……”

"My statue?"

Suddenly hearing this conversation, Yorkes was stunned, and could only laugh, he could probably feel the emotions of these people towards him.

"Let them come."

The voice disappeared, and only the sound of turning the page remained.

Late the next night.

Yorkes consumed hundreds of thousands of points of holy power accumulated by various churches, and appeared in any church with hundreds of thousands of divine incarnations.

"Use a hundred points to create an eternal incarnation of God for every church,

In this way, only when the main body dies, these divine incarnations will disappear. ”

Yorkes stared at the data panel and applied the transformation function of the system directly.

At the beginning, he gave Jesse, a rich girl who took away his first body, at the cost of deducting a little magic power, to enchant a pair of night vision eyes.

Now it is also possible to deduct 100 points of Holy Power to leave each church with its own incarnation of God.

Of course, this 100-point deduction is naturally the church's savings points.

After all, he only has more than two hundred points of his own.

All of a sudden, when the whole world fell asleep.

There was light in every church.

In exchange for the permanent deduction of the Church's current level of Savings Points, Yorker is left with an infinite number of incarnations waiting for the mechanism to trigger and possess the function of consecration.

This is York's gift to this world, and even if he leaves, these avatars can still carry his will and act on his behalf in this world......

Another month passed.

"Amen."

It has become the city of Belster.

An indoor church where he was the only one.

Yorkes finished his prayer and breathed a sigh of relief as he listened to the sound of the task being completed.

"It's finally over."

The sound ringing in your ears is the sound of the daily fixed mission, as well as the sound of the completion of the world mission.

［…… ］

[Condition met: Random quest triggered, the world is seeking salvation]

[Quest Requirements: Save and help people find their faith or become theirs (completed)]

[Reward: +100 Attribute Points + Enclosed Space Rift and Return (Distributed)]

［…… ］

"Become a rich man in one fell swoop."

York's gaze stopped at one hundred and fifty-three available attribute points, and a smile appeared on his face.

That's his true strength.

This is the power that can directly change him.

The rest are foreign.

"There are also cracks."

York looked up, and a crimson crack appeared out of thin air in the void between the image of Jesus and him.

Without much thought, Yorkes easily added eighty-four usable points to the all-round physique that was ready to break two hundred.

Then add the remaining sixty-nine available attribute points to the spirit.

With the development of time, the combination of spirit and holy power has now become a means he often uses, mainly it has three abilities, and it is the most cost-effective way to add points at present.

[All-round constitution: 117 liters to 201]

[Spirit/Spirit: 221 to 290]

"Pretty good feeling."

The instantaneous change in his body after the ascent made Yorks smile, and he glanced back at the silent church and walked towards the crack in front of him.

"It's time to go back."

Just as he was about to step into the crack, York suddenly stopped, smiling brightly.

He hears the whole world.

In his mind, in front of every church, in every specially created new square, there were countless people, large and small, old and small.

They stared at the statue in front of them and said reverently.

"Greetings, Your Excellency!"

“……”

The statue folds its hands behind its back, staring ahead.

Burly tall and extremely well-proportioned, he wears a simple bishop's robe, and has extremely neat and trimmed short hair.

The facial features are majestic and powerful, exuding a resolute and masculine temperament, and the deep eyes shimmer with determination and boldness.

This is not himself, who else.

"Goodbye."

Yorkes stepped into the cracks, and he had no regrets.

The cracks vanished, and the interior church returned to its deathly calm.

(End of chapter)