Church Expansion

"How fares the Great Father's gift?"

Kaecilius asked with a smile at the white billionaire before him. As a gesture of his assistance, Kaecilius had offered some trivial help.

"It's incredible! Is this the power of the Great Father? So much stronger than that damned Yahweh!"

The ruddy-faced white billionaire looked at his healthy body in disbelief. He paused, took a deep breath, as if sensing the surging vitality within him.

"Mr. Kaecilius, I've never felt so clear, as if every inch of my skin, every bone, is celebrating a rebirth."

He paced slowly back and forth in the room, each step light and powerful.

"I told you, the Great Father never disappoints His devout followers."

Seeing the billionaire's current state, Kaecilius breathed a sigh of relief.

Honestly, he had been worried that the billionaire's reasons for joining the church weren't pure enough, that he wasn't "devout" enough, and that the transformation would fail, turning him into a mindless monster.

Fortunately, the transformation was successful. He could change into the form of a Deep One at will, rather than being forcibly fixed.

This saved him the trouble of having to kill him, and the cleanup would have been a hassle.

These rich people were all cunning. If he had eliminated him here, the subsequent trouble would have been difficult to handle, and he might have had to flee.

The billionaire's eyes gleamed with fanaticism, as if he saw a whole new world opening its doors to him.

"High Priest, how can I better serve the Great Father? I am willing to offer everything, including my wealth, my influence, even my life!"

Kaecilius smiled slightly. They all said that, but how much they were actually willing to offer was another matter.

However, now that the transformation had begun and he was on this ship, there was no turning back.

In a few more days, he would willingly offer everything he had.

"It's simple. This country doesn't seem to have many followers; His radiance has yet to spread across this land. We need more brothers and sisters to welcome the Great Father's blessings together."

Kaecilius's voice was gentle and persuasive.

"You have witnessed His power. The next step is to spread that power to more people. We need you to use your wealth and influence to build more Sanctums for the Great Father, organize more prayer gatherings, and let more people feel His compassion and greatness."

Ah, I get it. It's just proselytizing.

This was exactly what the billionaire was thinking. The Church of Dagon was in its early stages, and he had received a blessing early on. This was a rare honor within the church.

This meant he would definitely be among the leadership.

If that was the case, expanding the church would also help increase his influence, perhaps even further.

As for whether the church could expand?

Of course, it wouldn't be a problem. With such divine miracles, why would he fear not attracting followers?

His business partners, upon hearing about the blessings of the Church of Dagon, wouldn't they rush to join with their money?

It was a shame that the Red Hulk was uncooperative and refused to communicate with the envoys they sent to introduce them to the Blood God.

Otherwise, they would have been honored guests in this country long ago, instead of wandering in the wilderness, not to mention being hunted down later.

Now, with the Church of Dagon, the Red Hulk was no longer needed.

However, they still had to be cautious when dealing with him, lest they anger the Blood God, the consequences of which they might not be able to bear.

"High Priest, I am more than willing to let the Great Father's radiance shine upon this land, but before that, we need a detailed plan to ensure every step is taken steadily and powerfully."

As he said this, a sly smile flickered across the billionaire's lips.

Although it was this High Priest who brought him into the fold, if his abilities were insufficient and his proposed plans were not good enough.

Then, perhaps the High Priest of the church wouldn't always have to be him. This world had always been about the capable rising and the incompetent falling. He wouldn't mind taking over the position of High Priest, and he believed the gods wouldn't mind who served them, would they?

As a Mage who understood human nature, the billionaire's little scheme was immediately seen through by Kaecilius.

However, he didn't mind.

If the billionaire could serve the Great Father better in a higher position, he wouldn't mind stepping down.

But, at this stage, with the church newly established and the believers not yet devout enough, the church absolutely couldn't do without his leadership.

"This is precisely the blueprint I've prepared. Firstly, given the recent incident with the government authorities, I believe it's not advisable for our church to expand too openly at this stage. It would be best to secretly establish a few Sanctums and recruit loyal followers through underground networks for initial faith propagation.

Subsequently, we will utilize your charitable foundation and social circle to organize a series of public welfare activities. On the surface, they will be for community service, but in reality, we will secretly infiltrate our doctrines and gradually attract more attention.

At the same time, we will organize a series of mysterious rituals and prayer gatherings to showcase the miracles bestowed by the Great Father, such as healing diseases and enhancing strength. These will become powerful means of attracting followers.

Of course, all of this needs to be meticulously planned to ensure that while attracting public attention, we avoid unnecessary suspicion and hostility."

The previous coordinated attack by the special agents had left a deep lesson for Kaecilius. Although they could have fought back, and had officially blocked it, the government wasn't theirs to control, at least not yet.

Therefore, to avoid provoking the sensitive nerves of another faction within the government, Kaecilius felt it was best to keep a low profile.

Having one visible church was enough for now. Any further expansion would have to be done in secret; it couldn't be brought into the open for the time being.

However, the white billionaire clearly had different ideas about such a prudent plan.

"Your Excellency, High Priest, I believe you are being too conservative."

Confidence and ambition flickered in the billionaire's eyes as he leaned forward slightly.

"You still don't understand this country well enough. Secret missionary work is certainly safe enough, but my great America has its own national conditions. Who knows how long this conservative development will take."

Besides, we cultists of America are the originators; they don't lack us.

The rich white man added silently in his heart, then felt a little apprehensive.

Great Father, I am not blaspheming you; you are the great true god.

"In short, there's no need for us to be so conservative."

The rich white man patted Kaecilius on the shoulder.

"No one understands America better than I do!"