As his gaze slowly withdrew.
The oppressive, nauseating scene deep within the Black Forest gradually faded from Lin En's mind.
Inside the Ash Church, sunlight spilled through the windows onto the empty tiled floor, catching tiny motes of dust.
"Phew..."
Within the Divine Statue, Lin En let out a soft breath, his expression conflicted.
Through the eyes of those two "undercover players," he had just witnessed the entire Abyss Baptism.
For those helpless refugees, who had lost their deities' protection and could only let monsters and Cultists butcher them at will.
Lin En was no bleeding heart, but he still felt a profound sense of helplessness and sympathy.
Even though he now held a fortune of over twenty thousand faith points, he was still an insignificant "small fry" when measured against the entire Wasteland.
He had a system, but ultimately, he was still far too weak.
He was no savior who could rescue all living things, nor could he erase all the suffering in this wilderness with a wave of his hand.
"When poor, better yourself; when prosperous, help the world."
For Lin En at present, there would always be only one core strategy:
Churn out troops! Milk the players! Expand his Ash Divine Kingdom!
Protect the residents of Fog Town right in front of him, along with his first devoted little believer, Sivir.
As long as his foothold kept growing, once he had an army of tens or even hundreds of thousands of the fourth catastrophe, crushing the Abyss would be little more than an afterthought!
A spark of ambition flashed in Lin En's eyes. "When that day comes, I'll show those Abyssal bastards what real Physical Deliverance looks like!"
Setting aside those heavy reflections, Lin En turned his thoughts back to the rhetoric that second-tier Cultist priest had