Chapter 151: The Appeal of a Single Figure

Bayne City.

Under the blood moon, everyone was looking at the sky at this moment, their expressions filled with shock.

Even at this very moment, that terrifying monster could no longer attract their attention.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

The biting cold wind raged madly throughout the entire magic circle.

This cold wind was incredibly terrifying; the wind carried glittering white particles. These particles possessed a terrifying, mythical freezing property.

The terrifyingly large Great Devouring Wyrms around, when blown by this wind, instantly transformed into huge, crystal-clear ice sculptures, as if frozen for myriad years.

"This cold wind doesn't freeze the flesh; it freezes mysticism, spiritual energy, souls, all intangible energy, even life and death can be frozen!" Ron, on the ground, stared wide-eyed at the cold wind in the air, his face filled with incomparable shock as he muttered to himself.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

An even more terrifying cold wind blew.

In a few breaths, the entire Bayne City was completely frozen.

The damaged streets, collapsed buildings, even the burning flames, the residents shivering in their rooms, and the few citizens who had gone mad but not died and were still wandering, all turned into statues.

And the source of this terrifying cold wind was that huge warship covered in ice in the sky.

It was a very old-looking, dilapidated sailing warship, somewhat tattered, but it floated in the air in a bizarre manner.

It was surrounded by terrifying white frost and wind; even from a great distance, one could feel the bone-chilling cold.

"What the hell is that thing!" Ron stared wide-eyed at the sky, his eyes filled with terror and lingering fear. His mind raced, but he found he couldn't figure it out, couldn't guess.

In the sky, the unmoored Holy Blood Library quickly moved away from the monster, while carefully avoiding the warship, and flew over to Adeline's side, landing.

On the ground, while others were frozen and shivering, Helles and Bernice were in high spirits, their expressions incredibly excited. Pointing at the sky, they said loudly, "Look! Look! This is our Lord's warship! Our Lord heard my plea and has descended to the mortal world!"

"What!?" Hearing this, Luke and Clausen, who had always been very calm and composed, feigning superiority, stared wide-eyed. The composure on their faces was gone, replaced by horror and shock.

The two Demonesses, at this moment, held their heads high, their chests puffed out. With an arrogant and fanatical expression, they spread their arms and said, "Look! This is the sole faith we of the Evening Bell Church serve! The Lord of Storm and Death, the One True God of the Secluded Valley and the Abyss, the Ruler of Dreams, the Master of Death, the Sovereign of the Mist!"

Adeline, beside them, suddenly felt her heart skip a beat, because it was the first time she had heard all the divine titles of her faith.

"Quick, come in!" Beside them, the door of the Holy Blood Library opened. Logan first pulled in Marx and Bobby, who had almost frozen unconscious, while also beckoning to the others.

Faced with such cold weather, Luke and Clausen had no choice but to follow and run inside for temporary shelter.

Helles and Bernice also followed inside. Both had received systematic training and were very clear that their most important task now was not to admire the heroic appearance of their faith, but to find a place with the most people to proselytize!

In the sky, the biting white frost gradually gathered, finally forming a continuously open ice portal at the stern of the ship.

"Look! Look! Our Lord's incarnation has appeared!" Just as they walked into the church, Bernice immediately pointed at the ship in the sky through the window and said loudly.

"Your Lord? The Evening Bell Church!?" Roland, beside them, asked tentatively.

Helles nodded. "Yes!"

Dong!

Just as her voice fell, a perfectly timed, heavy, distant, and deep bell sound suddenly rang out in the sky.

The bell sound spread from the sky. The people who had just been fearful, nervous, and confused, now miraculously relaxed and calmed down.

"This bell sound…" Luke and Clausen simultaneously thought of something, their eyes shining with an incredibly brilliant light.

At the bow of the ship, a figure wore silver-grey armor, and a huge crimson cloak behind him billowed continuously with the cold wind.

Wearing a mask, holding a long spear, his figure gave an indescribable sense of majesty and martial prowess. His eyes, burning with icy blue flames, stared at the monster on the ground, giving a sense of unparalleled greatness and dignity, while a feeling of reliability also arose spontaneously.

Because everyone believed that this one was protecting them, eliminating that monster.

Father Anthony, Sister Marlene, Father Hank, and other clergymen said nothing, their faces grave as they looked through the window at the incredibly imposing, even great, figure at the bow of the ship.

"Does such a perfect body really exist in this world?" Sister Marlene touched her chest and muttered to herself.

Her heart, which had sworn countless times, actually felt an indescribable flutter after seeing this figure. At this moment, she felt that all the thoughts in her heart were filled by this figure.

Logan stared at that figure, turned his head, and asked tentatively, "You said this is your Lord's incarnation, right?"

Bernice nodded slightly. "Yes, our Lord is a true deity. Under normal circumstances, His form is something we ignorant people cannot look directly at."

Adeline nodded repeatedly in her heart. "Never mind the form; I almost went mad just hearing the voice back then."

While everyone was still in contemplation, Roland suddenly knelt down and said, "I want to join the Evening Bell Church. You brought me hope in this time of despair, and even a great deity has descended with a miracle. I am willing to convert to the Lord's embrace!"

Jack immediately followed, "Thank you for saving my life. Now your Lord has saved my life once again. From now on, your Lord is my Lord. I am willing to convert to the Evening Bell Church and offer my most sincere faith."

The other clergymen said nothing upon seeing this.

At this moment, they were not qualified to say such things.

Because the instigator who had turned the city into this state, harming tens of thousands of residents, was the bishop of their Holy Blood Church!

At this moment, they silently clenched their fists, their faces burning, feeling as if the gazes of others were like countless knives cutting their skin.

"I also wish to join!" Orson took a deep breath and followed suit.

Instantly, all the righteous companions in the city took the lead. The remaining rescued residents showed a clear herd mentality, kneeling down one after another to express their faith in this Lord of Storm and Death.

The sudden arrival of so many believers far exceeded the expectations of the two Demonesses.

The two blinked, staring at each other, actually not knowing how to respond.

Adeline wanted to speak, but she was not a clergyman, and for a while, she couldn't think of any suitable words.

Fortunately, at this moment, Luke, this old fox, stepped forward.

Luke bowed slightly, his face showing a devout, charlatan-like expression. "I believe my Lord can sense your piety and longing. However, joining the church is an incredibly sacred matter; it represents the principles and creed of our entire lives. It's a good thing that you've made up your minds, but now is not a good time to accept you. After this crisis passes, and your thoughts have calmed and firmed, we will make a decision. How about that?"

Hearing this, everyone nodded one after another, stood up with great peace of mind, their faces full of gratitude.

For a moment, Adeline and the others looked at Luke with new eyes.