Although this sect seems to be a joke, and the process of selecting the pope is not very serious, Han Baiyi's starting point for establishing this group is very serious.
He wanted to test the feasibility of what the Little Fire Goddess said about using the power of faith to restrain the demonic will in his spiritual machine.
Even though it still seems like the future is unclear, and we don’t know where the limitations and dangers are, at least this is an example of a path being used by beings in this world and achieving certain success.
Even if it doesn't work, try to find another way to solve the problem.
His previous deal with the Little Fire Goddess was related to this.
——Forcing more legal professionals, members of different races, and heretical sects to leave Redania and allow them to move around.
To put it more cruelly, the reality is to expand the number of refugees.
Just like the village tyrants and rural tyrants that exist in this world, the grassroots in the West, which are controlled by beliefs and sects, also have a similar situation.
However, they are fragmented religious groups, and people of different faiths rarely gather in the same place of residence.
At the same time, people in these fixed residences were forced to accept the same belief.
This kind of belief has extremely deep-rooted control over the grassroots. Unless it uses violence and bloodshed to suppress persecution like the Eternal Fire, it is basically difficult to get other people to change their minds.
Only by flowing and mixing sand into a fixed population can this stagnant water become active.
In this way, Han Baiyi can take advantage of the chaos to collect believers and build his own base.
And his purpose of collecting believers is also very simple - to create a god and complete the spiritual experiment from scratch.
Of course, if it were like a normal god, piety gradually accumulates as believers gather, breaks down barriers with spiritual resonance, develops inspiration from the source, and then constructs divinity from this, then it will definitely take a hundred and eighty years -
—Han Baiyi doesn’t have that much patience.
Therefore, he simply separated out some of his own inspirations and planned to use artificial methods to guide the spiritual resonance of believers and infuse this spirit into his inspirations.
However, these are just ideas now. How to implement them depends on the influence of many aspects.
Fortunately, his advantage over Vizima is not too small.
"Thank you for your hard work, sir."
Han Baiyi turned his head, and Nilfgaardian Emperor Emhyr was standing not far behind him, with his right hand touching his chest, his left hand behind his back, and he bowed obliquely to pay tribute to him.
This time, neither the old eunuch who had been following Emhyr and was most loyal to him, nor the powerful legendary warrior Yeager, were not surprised at all, and even thought that this should be the case.
So what if Emhyr was the eternal overlord who could unify the entire continent?
The person standing in front of them was a true god - and even among gods, he should be an extremely powerful one.
They all saw the scene just now.
The powerful Holy Beloved, even with all his strength, could not shake the dragon followers around this gentleman. In the end, he sacrificed everything and used his soul to summon the gods he believed in to come to the world as a saint.
Facing the power of the real god, the dragon follower barely resisted a sword blow, but he was a creature from the lower world after all, and was obviously unable to compete with the power of the god, which ultimately prompted this gentleman to take action.
Then, after just one encounter, the saint who was created by the sacrifice of the souls of the holy ones and blessed by the eternal fire was gone.
As weak as a baby.
They didn't even see this gentleman take action.
Margarita, the dean of Arethusa College who has seen the least world among them, couldn't stop rubbing her eyes from the first second she saw this scene.
I don't know when there were two red palm prints left on the fair cheek - probably because he failed to wake up from his dream.
After the violent shock, several people suddenly had an idea in their minds.
Chance!
An opportunity to talk to a god, and such a powerful god!
It wasn't until this second that Emhyr and others, who had some doubts and doubts about his identity, realized how precious the time they had just spent with the young-looking gentleman in front of them was.
In order to remedy the situation, Emhyr rushed to Han Baiyi's side as soon as he saw that the war on Han Baiyi's side was over.
Fortunately, he happened to hear the last part of Han Baiyi's conversation with Xili.
Han Baiyi turned to look at him:
"Fortunately, please check the things first, I'm in a hurry."
"Sir, no, Lord of Capital!" Emhyr suddenly knelt in front of him, "Please have mercy on your poor and ignorant lamb."
The old eunuch and Yeager behind Emhyr also bowed down at the same time, like devout believers admiring the highest faith in their hearts.
"The existence of the ignorant is so small. We have never known how big this world is, and just looking at the land and prey in front of us is incomparable to the wisdom you possess."
"Therefore, please forgive us for our previous rudeness and neglect." Emhyr kowtowed heavily on the hard ground, "Please give us a chance to believe. I and the entire Nilfgaard will dedicate everything to you.
of piety and admiration.”
"The superior lord of capital!"
"Please have mercy on your poor ignorant lambs and show them the way forward!"
Xili stood behind Han Baiyi, looking at her biological father who was kneeling on the ground. Over the years, he had tried every means to send troops to find her back and give birth to a child. The expression on his face was extremely complicated.
Over the years, Emhyr has probably spent at least tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of gold crowns searching for him, right?
But now, he was clearly standing in front of him, but he didn't say a word, he just knelt deeply on the ground and knelt in prayer.
Even if he is so humble and humble, he is still afraid that the person in front of him will not agree.
What can he do as the supreme emperor who is about to unify the empire?
This question arose in Xili's mind.
Turning her head, she looked at the seemingly ordinary god in front of her, and there seemed to be light shining in her emerald green pupils.
Han Baiyi looked at Emhyr silently.
The quiet air felt as heavy as a boulder covering the head.
Cold sweat wiped his eyelids along his forehead and dripped on the ground, but Emhyr just lowered his head deeply, not daring to move at all.
The black pupils were so narrow that they were like pinholes, and the biting muscles bulged unconsciously.
Suddenly, Han Baiyi's voice sounded in his ears.
"I need more professionals from different legal systems, or believers who are mentally strong and devout enough."
"do you understand?"
Enhyr was suddenly shocked. Han Baiyi's voice was like the sound of nature to him.
He immediately knocked his head on the ground and praised loudly.
"O gracious and forgiving Lord!"
"I will dedicate everything to you."
Han Baiyi didn't say anything, just walked over to himself, and Shining immediately followed.
Seeing Emhyr kneeling on the ground, Shiri hesitated for half a second, and then immediately followed Han Baiyi and left.
Emhyr was still kneeling on the ground.
He didn't get up. Yeager, the old eunuch, and the palace guards who were guarding the palace all knelt on the ground and didn't dare to move at all.
It wasn't until he had calmed down for a while that he straightened up and looked at the city wall that had been blown up when the Holy Beloved invaded. From the blank space in the wall, he looked straight towards his territory.
At this moment, the territory and power that originally seemed most real to him turned out to be as illusory as a mirage.
It was as if the three views that had been built up for a lifetime were all destroyed in an instant.
Emhyr just stared, silent.
Seeing him stand up, people around him also stood up one after another.
Margarita also got up from the ground, with a slightly complicated expression - as a researcher of magic, the dean of the atheistic sorceress academy who has always claimed to pursue freedom and equality, suddenly understood the brain circuits of those devout believers.
Until now, my mind is confused.
Before she could calm down her mind, Emhyr turned around, looked straight at her, and asked with a smile:
"Principal Margarita, I wonder if you are interested in moving Arethusa, where countless sorcerers have emerged, to Vizima?"
"Nilfgaard will provide complete life, spellcasting materials, and everything we can provide for all the Warlock Academy."