"Benedict!!"
Derek suddenly called out.
Benedict shuddered from head to toe. In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
He thought of his lack of devotion, the wrongs he had committed, and even speculated about the deity's intentions.
"Great Fallen Angel, what are Your orders?"
"Have them all leave. I have something to say to the three of you."
Derek named Benedict, Bax, and Flesh Mountain.
Though somewhat disappointed, no one dared act out.
Being able to come into close contact with a deity's incarnation even once was already an experience these believers and priests could boast about for the rest of their lives.
Then, a gray divine domain spread out from beneath the Divine Statue.
Inside and outside were separated by an invisible barrier.
The three lowered their heads, becoming even more reverent.
"Faith... is very important. At least for you, it is the only anchor connecting the deity to you shepherds.
"Benedict, I know your faith is not devout." Derek's words made Benedict tremble all over.
Yet he forcibly restrained himself from arguing, because he understood that arguing before one in a higher position was meaningless.
"But faith is not that important either. At least, deities do not covet faith, so you did nothing wrong."
Benedict relaxed completely, drenched in sweat.
"Bax, you have done well. You opened up a new pasture of faith for the Fallen Angel."
"And you..." Derek looked at Flesh Mountain, considered for a moment, then said, "I will grant you what you desire."
He did not expose Flesh Mountain's true identity.
The three felt differently, but they shared the same impression: a deity's words seemed unfathomable, even contradictory.
Was faith important or not?
With a wave of Derek's hand, three streams of Holy Power entered their bodies.
"Divine Power. This is power