The Believer Clone blinked, feigning ignorance, and asked, "Then what about me?"
The Preacher grinned. "You're special."
"There were too few ordinary people in the city at the time, so I randomly preached to martial artists, hoping to salvage the situation."
"You've really become one of us."
I don't understand what happened to you.
"However, when our Lord descends, given your unwavering loyalty, He will surely deliver His divine favor upon you personally."
The Believer Clone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
Fortunately, the Preacher stopped preaching to him, otherwise he would have been exposed.
The clone asked curiously, "When will the Lord descend?"
The Preacher turned to look at the huge floor-to-ceiling painting and said in a deep voice, "Soon."
Clone: "How fast is 'very fast'?"
The Preacher frowned.
This particular believer is indeed very loyal, but he always likes to argue.
The Preacher, with his hands behind his back, said, "You'll see soon enough."
The believer changed the subject. "Is this our headquarters?"
The Preacher nodded. "I suppose so."
The clone, with the expression of an "old man on the subway," said, "It's truly an insult to holiness for the Lord to descend upon such a place."
"And why are there only the two of us? Where have all the believers gone?"
The factory walls were so high that the windows, all on the second floor, were small and couldn't be seen at all.
The only way to find out his current location was through indirect means, by trying to get information from the Preacher himself.
The Preacher looked up at the floor painting and explained, "The Lord won't care about such trivial matters."
"If we can ensure His safe arrival and His judgment of the world with holiness and justice, that will be a great achievement."
Then, the Preacher turned to look at the clone and said, "As for the other believers, it's not time yet."
"Don't worry, they'll gather here tomorrow night, and I'll give you a chance to prove your loyalty."
"When our Lord descends, perform well, and you may have a chance to become the next Preacher."
The clone's eyes lit up.
Is this for real?
He patted the eggshell. "By the way, can you let me out? I need to pee."
The Preacher pointed lightly with his cane, and the ground beneath the clone's feet turned into a writhing swamp, but he did not sink.
"Please go ahead."
The clone twitched the corner of its mouth. "Never mind."
Are you now questioning my loyalty?
The Preacher shook his head. "I'm ensuring your safety."
"We're still in the city. That dual-wielding warrior will definitely have his men search the city."
"Even though they can't find this place, we should still be on the safe side."
"You'll have to put up with this for now, until the Lord comes."
The clone's head is a bit big.
How can he determine his location if he's not allowed to move around?
The Preacher approached the altar, bowed to the floor painting, and remained motionless in that position.
The clone said helplessly on the Local Area Network, "So, is anyone going to come and help?"
Thousand Faces said, "Not just anyone can be the chosen Son of the Version."
Back at the base, Qin Ze asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure it's in the abandoned factory?"
The clone replied, "Yes, the rusty equipment and machines are still piled up on the ground."
Qin Ze said to Thousand Faces, "The abandoned factory is where you can see the divine light I released at the stadium just now. Circle its approximate location on the map."
Thousand Faces is still with the Inspection Team.
He took down the map from the wall and, based on the intensity and distance of the divine light seen by his clone, roughly determined several locations.
"There are four locations in total, all in the suburbs. Three of them are relatively easy to eliminate."
"These three factories are located in the west and southwest of the city, and they are all separate factories."
"As for the fourth location, it used to be a cluster of factories."
"It was damaged in a Fairness Society raid a few years ago and has since been abandoned."
There were thirty-seven abandoned factory buildings of various sizes and types.
Qin Ze nodded slightly, indicating that having a general direction was sufficient.
What's most frightening is having no goal, wandering aimlessly around the city like a headless fly.
"Search these four places thoroughly."
The locations have all been determined; now all that's needed is time to verify them.
The old folks in the city immediately sprang into action, splitting into four groups to search for the Believer Clone at the factory.
After a short rest, Qin Ze's fatigue gradually disappeared.
Through the conversation between the Believer Clone and the Preacher, it can be roughly determined that the Preacher's ultimate goal is to bring down an evil god.
Just a group of fanatics?
Crossing space, especially the space between the Abyss and the world, is not an easy task.
Qin Ze said to Miss Sword Case was leaning against the bed, "If a world were to be transformed into a world of fanatics without being discovered by the gods, what would be the ultimate fate of that world?"
Miss Sword Case immediately replied, "I don't know."
Qin Ze frowned. "How come you don't know anything about this?"
Miss Sword Case Box looked aggrieved. "I'm not a god, I'm just an ordinary Sword Case."
The events of the era of the gods were a complete mess, like a tangled ball of yarn.
Lacking a lot of key information, Qin Ze found it difficult to sort things out.
"Another evil god that didn't die."
Over the past three years, the Human Race world has undergone version iterations, and the Abyss has also been updated, with even Preacher now spawning.
Qin Ze couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Why have there never been Preacher before?"
If Preacher were to preach in the World of Myriad Races, the Ancient Clan Alliance would certainly know.
If the Ancient Clan Alliance obtains this information, Brother Yuanzi will definitely know about it too.
The reality is that Brother Yuanzi, who had soloed so many ancient lands and even searched through the databases of Ancient Race, had never mentioned Preacher and fanatics to him.
This indicates that neither Brother Yuanzi nor the Ancient Clan Alliance knew about this matter, or that the Preacher had never appeared before and no one had paid attention to it.
Therefore, it can be inferred that the Human Race is very likely the first world to spawn Preacher after the end of the Age of Gods.
"What are the conditions for the birth of Preacher? He can't just spring from a crack in a rock."
Qin Ze took out the Chronicle of Time and flipped through it casually, hoping that the Desolate God would record some useful information later.
Old Huang's diary is now a key source for his archaeological work.
Just as he was about to put it away, the Miss Sword Case beside the bed suddenly spoke up, " The Chronicle of Time."
Qin Ze was startled and suddenly sat up straight.
"You know the Chronicle of Time, but why don't you know the Desolate God?"
Miss Sword Case said aggrievedly, "But... but I only know about the Chronicle of Time, I've never heard of the Desolate God."
Qin Ze held up the diary and asked, "Whose is this?"
Miss Sword Case replied, "Isn't it yours?"
Qin Ze's face darkened. "I'm asking whose it used to be."
Miss Sword Case whispered, "How could I possibly know?"
"Then how do you know it's called ' The Chronicle of Time '? Don't tell me it's on the cover."
"You took out the book with the back facing me, so I didn't see the cover, but I just knew it was called ' The Chronicle of Time '."
Qin Ze stared at the diary in silence.
Miss Sword Case doesn't lie; she also has missing memories.
Since it's a diary, the Desolate God certainly wouldn't let anyone read it before his fall.
As a remnant of the old era, Miss Sword Case could recognize the Chronicle of Time. Qin Ze didn't believe that she had no connection with the Desolate God.