Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 412 - 187: Surprising Discovery, Power of Faith_3
It was precisely seeping out from the other’s soul.
The energy emitted a faint, hazy white glow, uniquely attracting him.
However, it was too weak and somewhat easy to overlook.
In contemplation, his consciousness drifted out, trying to touch that weak energy.
The next moment, a devout prayer suddenly resounded in his mind.
"Great Your Majesty Lear, your humble subjects and devout followers pray to you."
"May your radiance eternally cover the swamp, eternally shine upon the world."
"Everyone should listen to your words, everyone should bow down at your feet."
"You are the master of the swamp, the immortal uncorroded by death, the eternal and undying light..."
"Praise you, extol you..."
Were they... praying to him, and as believers?!
Lear’s heart was shaken.
Divine spirits take faith as their foundation; almost every divine spirit has a strong desire and possessiveness for believers.
The number of believers can almost determine the strength or even the decline of a divine spirit’s power.
Even the evil gods of the Abyss, those terrifying beings who almost solely rely on Abyssal Power to control authority, covet the power that believers can provide.
They don’t hesitate to take great risks to spread their faith on the Main Plane.
He wasn’t so transparent in his authority control and wasn’t in a rush to proselytize.
Unexpectedly, today’s event would prompt such devout prayer from the residents...
With a slight move in his mind, he discreetly absorbed the Power of Faith generated by the other into his body.
Although it was extremely weak, it was akin to the first drop of water gushing from a dried-up river, like the first wild grass sprouting on a desolate land...
In an instant, the divine format in his mind radiated brilliant light, resonating with the barely visible Power of Faith.
Rejoicing and exulting.
Somehow, Lear felt he had taken the right path...
Took a deep breath, his gaze became deep.
He looked at the resident prostrating on the ground and slowly walked towards them.
At this moment, they were still kneeling on the ground, unaware of his arrival.
"My followers, I have heard your devout prayers."
Hearing the voice, each big-eared person, with ears as large as palm fans, raised their heads.
The ten or so people ranged from over forty in age to faces full of innocence, seemingly only fourteen or fifteen years old.
Upon seeing Lear, an indescribable zeal appeared on everyone’s face.
"My God... your devout followers salute you, grateful for all you have bestowed upon us!"
The big-eared people were slaves Lear had brought back from the Spider Boggart of the Night Shadow Clan.
After arriving in Weilu City, these beings were not mistreated; like other races, they were allocated food and housing and had stable jobs.
They were well-fed every day, lived comfortably, didn’t have to worry about various fatal dangers, and could even learn precious knowledge and watch unprecedented plays.
For many big-eared people, this was a life beyond their wildest dreams, and over time, some of their emotions began to transform into admiration and faith.
Because they firmly believed, only a great deity could perform such a grand act, saving them from darkness.
Their current life could only be granted by a deity!!
Lear sensed that scarcely perceptible force had strengthened slightly, his gaze focusing slightly.
"I felt your devotion. Among the big-eared people, how many have faith in me?"
His voice carried a heavy majesty and a powerful sense of oppression.
The source of faith, rooted in mystery, the unknown, and distance, meant that a deity should never be too close to believers.
"My God!! Most of our people are waiting to hear your divine revelation!"
Lear’s gaze shifted slightly.
Already so many people?
He sensed for a moment the divine format, which was radiating light, and took a deep breath.
Perhaps, it is time to construct a church and form his own sect...
