The cheers brought by the unified slogans, the faith and morale in Naimus from the Fictional Protocol, formed a tangible pressure that weighed directly upon the hearts of every member of The Church.
Even The Church could not produce such orderly slogans without prior preparation and coordination.
From the situation just now, these people had clearly not trained or prepared for it either.
The reason they could be so synchronized was entirely because most of them genuinely possessed that "faith."
When they thought of the word faith, many clergy members became somewhat dazed.
As clergy, they should originally have been the people most steadfast in their faith.
Yet over the years, many of them had already lost it.
All kinds of power, benefits, identities, and status had occupied their minds.
Much of the time, faith had become a "pretense." They used that pretense to fool most people into contributing their faith.
At the same time, they used faith as an excuse to make those people endure exploitation and hand over the benefits in their possession.
In the eyes of most of them, there were so many ordinary people providing faith that the clergy's own little bit of faith was comparatively insignificant.
After all, the major and minor baptisms had already stopped. Lacking faith would not have much of an effect on them.
Even priests had gradually begun treating faith as a state, using it only to assist their cultivation during meditation.
Under such circumstances, persisting in one's faith was a thoroughly laughable matter.
Most of them had chosen to resist the Fictional Protocol at this time not because they could not tolerate the Fictional Protocol's faith replacing the faith of the God of Precepts, but because their interests had been harmed in the process.
Only at this moment did Mokania