Benedict was worried, so he simply asked about the doctrine in detail.
These gods that had been compiled so recently either had doctrines riddled with contradictions or were merely ancient religions given a makeover, resulting in something neither fish nor fowl.
Having dealt with so many cultists, Benedict knew all about such things and could casually pick out countless errors and omissions.
He had planned to listen to Flesh Mountain explain the doctrine in detail, then point out its flaws and set him straight.
But Flesh Mountain did not follow his lead. Instead, he opened the wooden box, respectfully placed the Divine Statue in position, and only then took a paper book from the bottom of the box.
"This is the Bible: Fallen Angel Chapter. If the team leader is interested, study it carefully. It will surely benefit you greatly."
Well, damn. This newly emerged cult was rather well prepared.
Benedict felt there was a reason Flesh Mountain had been deceived. Judging by this level of professionalism alone, it surpassed most cults.
He opened it with the intention of finding faults, only to become engrossed at once.
This scripture had been compiled by countless religious scholars, repeatedly revised, and finally made into a canon.
It also contained many accounts of divine might, all logically consistent.
After so much polishing, it had literary merit where it needed literary merit and entertainment where it needed entertainment, drawing readers in completely.
It was only after quite a while that Benedict came to his senses and immediately noticed something wrong with himself. "No, there's something wrong with your Bible."
"What's wrong with it?" Flesh Mountain asked in return.
Benedict hesitated, unable to speak. He could hardly say it was written too well!
But he truly had some quick wits. At the critical moment, he