The Backfiring Potion

Benjamin knew very well that people like these—still young, especially those who had grown up in an isolated environment without ever encountering other ideas—were entirely different from priests of The Church.

After fighting mages for so long, The Church's theological doctrines had developed into something extremely mature. They could always find some argument to make, and it was difficult to utterly defeat a priest in a verbal battle. But a small sect like this definitely did not have such a complete theoretical system.

In other words, Benjamin had a chance of crushing these two mentally.

Having grown up in a purely religious environment, the two were not actually steadfast in their faith. They had merely been influenced by their surroundings, believing and worshipping alongside their parents. Their faith looked exceptionally pure, but it was also exceptionally easy to shake. Once subjected to more impacts from the outside world, they could easily be broken.

Just like now... Benjamin could not read minds, but one look into their eyes told him that cracks had already appeared in their faith.

Thus, he pressed his advantage.

"Have you ever considered where the earth, humanity, the ocean, spiritual energy... where all these things truly came from?" Benjamin said slowly. "Gods created everything. The lies were merely invented by humans tens of thousands of years ago, because they did not know how to explain it and feared the unknown."

"No, that's not it. The Goddess... she really exists..."

"You keep saying she exists. Where is the proof?" Benjamin snorted coldly. "Have you seen her true form? Have you heard her speak to you? When you were in danger, did she ever reach out a hand to help you?"

"I..."

The two opened their mouths wide, yet could not say a word.

Seeing this, Benjamin knew it