To be safe, it has to be a marketable divine figure.
As for the form of the divine responsibilities, Sun Yan chose the transaction.
The reason is that judgnt is too extre, prone to unforeseen issues, and it's very likely Sun Yan himself couldn't control it.
Protection cannot solve the believer's problems, and the sa goes for teaching, since believers co to pray to the divine, aning they can't solve it on their own.
So, teaching them to rely on their own abilities to solve it is like taking off your pants to fart.
Only transaction won Sun Yan's favor the most; when believers have needs and want sothing, they must first give sothing.
In this way, the divine doesn't act for free, maintaining dignity, and believers won't feel their prayers are unanswered or that worshiping the divine is useless.
In this way, a fairly reliable faith cycle between the divine and believers can be established.
Compassion, divine being, transaction!
Once Sun Yan quickly made his choice, the three-ter-high, charred marble statue on the chapel's platform began to quietly change.
The original suffering image of Jesus quickly transford into a faceless divine being with six arms that reached past its knees.
[Abandoned Church - Naless Deities Selection Complete - Please Begin to Manage Your Cetery Building with Care]
[Completing Believers' Prayers May Trigger Tasks]
"Looking at this divine figure, it does have so alignnt with Eastern gods." Sun Yan walked to the statue, raised his head, and observed earnestly.
Such an Eastern god's appearance on Arican soil is absolutely unique since Western gods are generally human in form.
If it looks even slightly less human, then it's directly seen as a demon.
At this mont, Katske and other townsfolk started to enter from outside the church, each holding guns and looking around cautiously, their expressions tense.
They feared that hidden within this church were the living dead, ready to attack them at any mont.
"Mr. Jackson, is it safe to live here?" a plump white woman asked with undisguised disdain.
Then she quickly added, "Otherwise, why don't we stay at your cetery? We won't complain if the rooms are a bit crowded."
Before she could finish her sentence, a series of horrid shrieks suddenly echoed from the street.
Sosia, who stood at the church entrance and had yet to enter, saw a large group of figures surging towards them at the end of the street.
The leading few living dead appeared different from ordinary ones in body shape; their arms had grown Wolverine-like claws, and even their chests were covered with exoskeletons.
It was clear their strength was definitely above the ordinary living dead.
"Not good! Those monsters are coming."
The townspeople hurriedly rushed inside the church, no longer daring to talk about relocating to the cetery.
The Evangelical Town Cetery was several kiloters from the town center, and God knows how many waves of living dead attacks they'd face on the way there.
It was known that many living dead were wandering outside Gospel Town, and once they triggered a gathering, its scale could rival a real zombie crisis.
"Quick, everyone find a hidden spot and prepare to fight back!"
Since the Gospel Town incident, Katske, who'd been directing, quickly ordered.
The townspeople, familiar with this routine, raised their guns and aid at the church door.
As soon as the first living dead appeared, they'd pull the trigger without hesitation to retaliate.
"God, please hear my plea, save , I really don't want to die, I still have unfinished life waiting for ."
Among the crowd, a girl with braided hair, freckles covering her face, and brown-grey hair, holding a rifle, whispered anxiously and fearfully.
In the face of life-threatening disaster, insignificant humans place their hopes on the ethereal divine being.
At this mont, many townsfolk inside the church were praying to their divine beliefs.
"You want salvation, right? I can grant your wish, but what can you offer in return?"
Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded in the girl's ear, asking patiently.
The white girl, who was praying for rescue, was stunned, looking around in disbelief, wondering if it was just a hallucination caused by her intense anxiety.
How could soone be speaking directly into her ear? It must be an illusion.
"What can you offer?"
The gentle voice echoed again, and the white girl finally realized that the voice she heard wasn't an illusion, but genuinely existed!
"Anything, anything at all, as long as you let live. I don't want to die."
"What's your na?"
"Tina, my na is Tina!"
The white girl shouted excitedly, causing everyone around to turn their heads with puzzled expressions, watching Tina's outburst with curiosity.
Could it be that this kid's possessed?
"Alright, then I want your faith. From today on, you must sincerely believe in , otherwise, though saved today, there will be disasters in the future. I will now borrow your body."
As the voice faded, Tina suddenly felt a surge of powerful energy within her.
It was a feeling she'd never experienced before, and her body, as if beyond her control, dashed out from the crowd, running toward the outside of the church.
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