Because Shirek is just that powerful, no matter how many people there scoff at the fact that Shirek, whom they revere, was driven half-mad by the Divine Artifact "Shire Scripture" he created, they cannot deny Shirek's existence.
The reason, being able to weave lies and murder to drive madness through thought to powerful divine power, isn't that a powerful symbol of strength?
So they yearn, endlessly yearn for all of this.
"Praise my lord Shirek, He is the supre, the most powerful god, unstoppable, unchallengeable!"
"Praise my lord Shirek, He is the supre, the most powerful god, unstoppable, unchallengeable!"
"Praise my lord Shirek, He is the supre, the most powerful god, unstoppable, unchallengeable!"
Shirek's Death March called out Shirek's true na over and over, accompanied by the calls, their spirit and energy unified as one.
At this mont, the faith of these loyal followers originally following Shirek seed to have been kneaded together by the Prince of Lies at this mont.
If Kael saw such a scene, he would certainly think of a book that has been circulating in the Human Federation in a previous life —
"The Crowd: A Study of the Popular Mind"
When the majority in the crowd choose to blindly follow the power of the deity, those who originally seed to have a rational existence will also gradually rge into the crowd at this mont, becoming one of the countless rabble.
It is in such circumstances that everything they originally believed in at this mont has all been transford into the shape of Shirek.
This group that still sowhat retains self-awareness, through the repetitive chanting, have all completed their own transformation from body to spirit.
They… beca petitioners.
In the sky, countless streams of light flickered, and as the streams of light flickered, a wall of sighs constructed by the army of petitioners seed to be blocking everything behind the barrier.
No one can cross this barrier, to touch the reality behind.
This is the terror of the army of petitioners, no matter how many years have passed, the army of petitioners has not been replaced, precisely because they themselves have reached the ultimate stage in a certain domain as a monster army.
This is a group that seems like they might still be alive, but in reality has beco Death March, horrifying existences that have beco slaves to faith.
But…
Though it's pitiful, the power they possess is so strong, not powerful in themselves, but because their power flows through the network of faith, into the body of a chosen one or Divine Favored.
Especially now the one controlling this Divine Favored's body, is none other than the deity they trust the most, Shirek!
This invisible terror of mutually reinforcing power is sothing beyond normal human understanding.
Yet under such imnse power that seed capable of tearing every visible threat, the eyes of Shirek occupying the body of the Divine Favored showed a subtle change.
"Ah~ ah~ so this is how it is! No wonder I have always felt restricted during action, so it was you! So the one who has been assisting him from behind, is you!
This is really too much! Evidently from principle, we gods are considered your children too, but why must you take away my most precious child?
He is my Divine Favored, my most beloved Divine Favored! Only him, and no one else, even you, I will not yield!"
Shirek, the Prince of Lies, uttered words that were unclear, yet at this mont, as if the world had issued sothing, dark clouds filled the sky, the earth trembled and shook, under unprecedented fearso power twisting, it was as if an earth dragon was turning, the sky instantly surrounded by countless rock layers.
"So that's it, by conquering the Dungeon, rationally obtaining the [Map Editor], then creating a terrain absolutely impossible in reality, and once it appears, it quickly destroys to achieve the tactical attack effect of sky falling and ground cracking?"
Shirek's eyes showed admiration, then his smile beca more ferocious.
But it was useless, because at the mont the [Map Editor] altered the surface of Shirek's Death March, the originally supporting four massive pillars of rock shattered under the mountain load's pressure.
Under an unprecedented combat style, the Ranger Commander Jonathan completed an attack surpassing Nine Rings Magic —
Under the use of the Map Editor, piled the crust of an area together and smashed down.
Such terrifying impact force, even with Shirek possessing the Divine Favored, couldn't possibly bear the crust's weight, and was crushed deep below at this mont.
In the deep underground, surrounding layers of rocks, Shirek watched the group struggling to support the Mobile Church with a rare look of disappointnt, but this expression quickly vanished, replaced by a cool sternness.
He could feel the burden of this terrifying power on the Mobile Church, and such a burden when shifted onto each petitioner's body, while it could alleviate pressure to so extent, was only to a certain extent.
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