Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Weaken the Faith of the Church of Heavenly Justice

When the Sorceress of the End began to recite the first few titles, Lynn was still trying to wrap his head around it, feeling that something was off.

But when she uttered the last line, the whole situation took a wild turn.

What? I went and killed the Lord of Billions of Stars? Lynn’s mind went blank.

This was like being dragged onto the track on your first day of athletics, only to find yourself facing off against Bolt—surprised, only for him to say he’s just the starter and your real opponent is Barry Allen from Central City.

He felt like slapping himself.

Isn’t this ridiculous?

The Witch Miss didn’t even mention giving him any advancement trials; why bother asking about it?

Lynn thought with a stiff expression.

Let’s step back a moment.

Even if he suddenly had the overpowered ability to wipe out gods, one person and one god existing in different dimensions meant he might not even catch a glimpse of the deity, let alone have the chance to kill it.

So, this was just foolishness.

Watching Lynn sweat profusely, the previously calm Witch Miss couldn’t help but smirk just a bit.

“I thought you were just an ignorant mortal,” she said, her red lips parting. “But it seems you’re not entirely without fear after all.”

Feeling the Witch Miss’s twisted sense of humor, Lynn took a deep breath.

He decided it was time to change his first impression of the Sorceress of the End.

It appeared that even after a hundred thousand years, her life experiences hadn’t really improved some of her nasty traits.

By the way, why always the Lord of Billions of Stars? This guy seemed unusually related to him.

After all, his previous incarnation was a follower of that deity, once belonging to the Church of Heavenly Justice.

But then, due to an event known as the “Noble’s Shame,” his previous life and family fell from grace, becoming forsaken by the god.

Now it seemed that this was all a result of a cunning plot by the nobles led by the Mosgra Family and the Church of Heavenly Justice.

The lofty deity might not even be aware of such trivial matters.

Lynn didn’t know much about family matters.

But thinking it through carefully, according to the original text, the Archbishop of the Church of Heavenly Justice was actually the supporter behind the second prince, while his previous father was a staunch royalist, unwilling to meddle in the royal election.

Perhaps that’s where the conflict originated.

For a moment, Lynn’s thoughts were a whirlwind.

Seeing his face shifting through emotions, the Sorceress of the End frowned slightly, thinking he was genuinely considering the possibility of god-slaying.

She certainly didn’t see Lynn as any normal person.

What kind of normal person would pray to her stockings and insist on becoming her loyal follower?

“Forget the earlier request,” the Witch Miss said blandly, “Now comes the real trial I need you to complete.”

“Do you know where the power of the gods comes from?”

Her voice was cool and pleasant.

As if feeling uncomfortable, the Sorceress of the End casually waved her hand.

In an instant, a familiar velvet chair materialized beside her, and she sat with her legs crossed, her delicate toes lightly touching the ground.

Lynn snapped back to reality, answering, “The power of faith.”

At this, the Sorceress of the End nodded slightly: “Exactly.”

“The so-called power of faith is the spiritual will of countless devoted believers converging, serving as both an anchor and the source of godly power. That’s why the gods choose agents in the mortal realm, establish churches, and spread the gospel to garner faith.”

“However, this power does not originate from them directly.”

“Though immensely powerful, it has its downsides,” Lynn interjected, suddenly enlightened, “So you mean if we wipe out the believers of the Church of Heavenly Justice, they’ll lose their source of power and could fall from grace at any moment?”

…

The Sorceress of the End seemed momentarily choked by Lynn’s “great” idea, unable to speak for a while.

After a moment, she closed her eyes: “In a certain sense, yes.”

For instance, during times of war, many small nations suffer invasion, and outside tyrants are quick to commit atrocities.

This doesn’t necessarily indicate that they are truly that cruel; it’s part of the struggles between deities.

After a large number of believers die in a short period, a god’s power will significantly wane, making them vulnerable to their enemies.

But the Church of Heavenly Justice was different.

Aside from the Saint Roland Empire, the Church has a solid base of followers in other countries, numbering in the millions. How could they all be wiped out? That’s just unrealistic.

Seeing the Sorceress of the End suddenly fall silent, Lynn chuckled awkwardly: “Right, you carry on.”

The cold woman with white hair and red eyes glanced at him and slowly said: “There are two things I need you to do.”

“The first,” she continued, “I need you to hunt down at least a hundred Transcendents of the Church of Heavenly Justice, and their strength must not be lower than second-tier.”

Lynn’s expression darkened.

Even just the first task was already tough enough.

Right now, he only had first-tier strength, and even with the “End” faith’s divine powers, plus the system’s help, he could barely battle one tier above himself.

A hundred people, each could drown him with a single attack!

And if he had to take them out one by one, who knows how long it would drag on.

Besides, Ivyst wouldn’t allow this to happen.

So the hunting expedition had to be carried out in secrecy.

This would only delay progress even more.

Noticing Lynn’s silence, the Sorceress of the End ignored it and continued: “The second thing, I need you to weaken the people’s faith in the Lord of Billions of Stars to some extent.”

“Weaken… faith?”

The Sorceress of the End nodded lightly: “To weaken their faith is to weaken their source of power.”

Lynn was puzzled: “But faith is intangible; how am I supposed to weaken it?”

“That’s for you to think about.”

The Sorceress of the End’s tone grew a bit colder.

Seeing this, he sighed: “Could you tell me the reasons behind these two tasks?”

“An experiment.”

“An experiment?”

“Referring to what you said earlier,” the Sorceress of the End said lightly while examining her slender wrist, “As long as the inertia from the past is strong enough, fate is not set in stone.”

“I want you to try to weaken their source of power from a hundred thousand years ago and see if it can impact the future.”

“Not much, just a hint will do.”

Looking at the Sorceress of the End’s expression, Lynn asked: “Why?”

She didn’t answer the question.

Instead, under Lynn’s stunned gaze, she gently rolled up the frilled cuff of her sleeve, revealing a slender white arm.

Lynn looked up and discovered there was a strange scar there.

A very peculiar-looking scar.

I’m dumbfounded. The Lord of Billions of Stars was already a god in the time the male lead lived in; he was part of the faith of the Church of Heavenly Justice! How come so many people seem to forget? (；′⌒`)