Faith Export

To the observers from the Colossus Civilization and the Blue Star Federation, seeing the Seraphim up close again was a valuable gain.

But the entire process was completely different from what the think tanks behind them had analyzed.

The Angel Civilization had not displayed its power to the natives, much less used it to fool these pitiful natives.

It seemed like they had merely made an appearance to complete some kind of religious ritual. It made no logical sense at all.

Not until the cameras locked onto Manhab did they see flames suddenly erupt from the old man kneeling on the ground. The scorching fire even distorted the air.

Everyone around High Priest Manhab revealed terrified expressions. Some wanted to step forward and save him, while others backed away again and again.

There were even those who feared the world was not chaotic enough, shouting loudly, "The High Priest has blasphemed the Sun God and has been punished by the Sun God!"

Clearly, too many people had their eyes on the position of High Priest. The moment an opportunity arose, someone was willing to take enormous risks and leap out.

Manhab's joyful mood had been interrupted. The faith he had pursued for his entire life had finally borne a beautiful result.

Upon the ruins of faith, the most resplendent flower of faith had bloomed anew.

The Seraphim's divine power bestowed upon him brand-new strength and vitality, as if he could live another hundred years.

Everything had been so wonderful, yet someone had started shouting and ruined it.

He did not care if others coveted his position, but at such a sacred moment, perhaps the gods' gaze had not yet turned away. Were they not simply putting a target on his back?

Manhab glared viciously at the noisy ambitious men, and