Thousand Faces' eyes burned with fervor. "It's my turn to make a difference."
The old man glanced at him. "Young man, do you think I would steal your credit?"
"Since you're here, you have a share in this. I won't lie to the Lord."
Thousand Faces lowered his head, looking ashamed. "Senior is right; it was I who was narrow-minded."
The old man nodded in satisfaction. "This child is teachable."
Thousand Faces looked at the high priest who was with Daoist Miao and asked, "He seems to also want to get his hands on the Source of God of War."
The old man scoffed, "It's like an ant's last gasp before its lamp runs out of oil."
"A heretical high priest, does he really think he can gain the approval of the God of War?"
After saying that, the old man opened his storage space and quickly built a simple altar on the ground.
Thousand Faces asked curiously, "What does Senior want to do?"
This simple altar is much the same as the one in the abandoned factory.
The only difference is that one floor painting is missing.
The old man replaced it with a small statue with a Bull Head and a human body.
The statue's surface was covered with a layer of gray mist, making it difficult to see its entire appearance without careful observation.
"Watch carefully and learn diligently."
"You have a long way to go before you become a qualified Preacher."
The old man quickly set up the altar and said in a master's tone, "Even if the Source of God of War is Corruption by other faiths, it won't so easily become Relic; after all, it is a complete Divinity."
"Gods, only gods can stand against them."
Thousand Faces had heard this phrase from Qin Ze countless times.
"Does the senior mean that we can't defeat the Source of God of War on our own?"
The old man nodded slightly. "Therefore, we need the projection of our Lord's great power."
Then, the old man waved his cane, and streaks of white light disappeared into the statue on the altar—the very faith he had recently harvested from another world.
"Protect me."
"This place is, after all, the Land of Faith the God of War's worship, and divine power still remains."
"I need to continually offer my faith so that the Lord's power can be projected."
Thousand Faces immediately straightened his back. "Don't worry, I will definitely ensure your safety!"
The old man was quite pleased with this polite young man throughout the journey.
Such devoted believers are a rare sight these days.
After entrusting his back to Thousand Faces, the old man concentrated intently on offering his faith.
As the Power of Faith was continuously poured in, the statue's eyes shone with a scarlet light.
Immediately afterwards, two beams of red light shot forward from the statue's pupils, stretching out a thin line ten meters long in space.
The thin thread is gradually being stretched and widened, turning into a crack.
Thousand Faces asked on the Local Area Network, "What do you mean? Should I give him a hard time now?"
Qin Ze replied, "No rush, you can't expose yourself yet. Let's wait until the others get closer."
Thousand Faces finally managed to infiltrate the ranks, but hasn't even seen the "Master's" face yet; they can't afford to self-destruct so soon.
On the other side, the Fairy and Ma Yan also flew out of the pit.
The Fairy cursed, "Pah! Pah! Pah!"
"They almost buried me alive!"
Ma Yan saw that the Holy Temple Army and the warriors who had been guided here by the blazing sun were all engulfed in an endless sea of corpses.
"While the situation is still chaotic, we can still escape."
The Fairy was unwilling to give up. "I almost lost my life, I can't go back empty-handed."
Ma Yan said calmly, "If we don't leave now, we'll really lose our lives."
The Fairy gazed at the Wandering Corpse in the distance, then suddenly frowned. "The number of Wandering Corpse is wrong."
Ma Yan, however, didn't notice anything amiss. "What's wrong?"
The Fairy replied, "Such a large city shouldn't only have this many people; at least a third of them are missing."
Ma Yan shook his head. "Are you here for the population census?"
The Fairy flew high above. "That scoundrel who tricked us is definitely hiding some secret."
"Let me see... I found it!"
"There's a large cemetery over there, come with me."
Seeing the Fairy's rapidly departing figure, Ma Yan had no choice but to follow.
The Wandering Corpse are endless, and even if they are shattered, they can quickly reassemble themselves within their Soul Breath.
The martial artists, who had hoped to take advantage of the chaos, soon discovered they were trapped in a quagmire from which they could not extricate themselves.
Due to the Corruption of their Soul Breath, many people's dwell time has reached its limit.
If they don't leave now, their Soul Breath will take their lives.
But the Wandering Corpse were like leeches, completely immobile.
The gravity rules here do not apply to the Wandering Corpse, resulting in the sky and the ground being completely filled with Wandering Corpse.
The Holy Temple Army's formation had been broken, and the soldiers were fighting individually.
Qin Ze and the blonde woman stood back to back, and for a while, no Wandering Corpse could get close to them.
"To catch the thief, catch the king first! If this keeps going, there'll be no end to it!" Qin Ze shouted.
The Wandering Corpse gathered into a wall in front of the High Priest and Daoist Miao, making it impossible for anyone to approach; anyone who went forward would be immediately overwhelmed.
Despite her displeasure with Qin Ze, the blonde woman had no choice but to cooperate given the current situation.
What do you want to do?
Qin Ze replied, "Help me clear a path to the High Priest."
The blonde, mature woman said in a deep voice, "Back off."
Qin Ze, carrying the Miss Sword Case, swept across the area, instantly clearing a space and creating distance between himself and the blonde mature woman.
Golden Crow bloomed between the blonde mature woman's brows, then Supernova Explosion, shooting a raging Blazing Sun Fire into the sky.
A passage was carved out of the Wandering Corpse that blotted out the sky. Upon seeing this, Qin Ze immediately threw the Miss Sword Case from his arms.
Just as the Wandering Corpse were showing signs of reforming, Miss Sword Case smashed them to pieces in the next second.
Qin Ze pushed off with both feet and rushed into the passage, where he was soon submerged.
The blonde woman's vision was filled with Wandering Corpse, which blotted out the sky like locusts.
Her face was grave, and she silently prayed, "It's up to you now."
Qin Ze released Brother Devour, Dharma King, and Light Prayer.
" Brother Devour, come with me to the execution."
" The Dharma King and A Bing went to help Thousand Faces."
The Light Prayer roared, "My name is the Light Prayer!"
Qin Ze nodded. "I understand, A Bing."
The four split into two groups, with the Dharma King leading the way and breaking through the encirclement with the Light Prayer.
With Brother Devour around, Miss Sword Case is finally relieved of her shield duties.
The Brother Devour is like a thick city wall; Wandering Corpse that touches it will crumble.
The Wandering Corpse from all directions converged madly on Brother Devour, but they were unable to stop Qin Ze and his group from advancing.
The high priest was surrounded by layers of Wandering Corpse, yet he felt completely safe.
He looked at Daoist Miao with greedy eyes. "Soon everything will be mine!"
"A bunch of fools! I'm about to prove to you that I'm right, that I am your new god!"
Boom boom boom boom--
A series of explosions suddenly rang out from the horde of Wandering Corpse directly in front of them.
The high priest had just turned his head when he saw a Sword Case engraved with golden Divine Markings flying straight toward him.
Bang--
The high priest was struck hard and staggered back dozens of meters.
Qin Ze emerged from the horde of Wandering Corpse, smiling as he looked at the high priest not far away.
"So you were hiding here! I've been looking for you for ages!"