The victory of a religion in another world is so easy?

Although it was strange that this person had painted his armor black, it was still clear that he was a paladin.

In that instant, he felt that his time-travel journey was about to come to an end.

After staring at each other for a long time, Rand realized that the other person didn't seem to recognize him.

"I've come to seek refuge." After cornering Rand back at his hideout and confirming that he was indeed the leader, the towering knight finally spoke.

Are you out of your mind, a paladin, to join a cult?

Aren't you afraid of breaking your oath and losing divine favor? And do you think I can't tell you're a paladin?

The knight's face beneath his helmet looked somewhat reserved; he was there as an undercover agent.

He recently heard that the cult of the Goddess of Abundance is showing signs of revival. Having been sidelined in the church for years, he suddenly had the idea to infiltrate the cult.

After he was fully prepared, he left without saying goodbye. When he returned, he would be greeted with cheers and applause. The days when he was sidelined would be over!

He will definitely be able to gather enough intelligence to wipe out these cults in one fell swoop!

In order to infiltrate the cult, he made many preparations, even dyeing his originally silver-white armor black.

He is simply a genius!

Although Rand had no idea what this inexplicable paladin was thinking, he was extremely reluctant for the paladin to join him. Who knew if the paladin would suddenly start shouting things like "Glory!" "Justice!" "Comrades!" and then kill him.

Rand pondered for a moment, then said calmly, "Joining our organization requires unwavering faith, and you may not meet the requirements."

The knight was overjoyed. He had come fully prepared to go undercover, and he could now recite the doctrines of the Goddess of Abundance by heart.

Otherwise, if it were discovered that he was a paladin, wouldn't he be forced to be posed in eight hundred different ways on the altar?

Completely unaware of the situation, Rand spoke up: "Even if we lower the standards, do you know the doctrines I teach? The Mother Goddess will not pay attention to believers without faith."

“I know!” the paladin said excitedly. “I’ve memorized them all!”

Seeing Rand's surprised expression, as if he didn't believe it.

The knight immediately began to recite.

It was like a demonic sound piercing the ears.

The doctrines of the Goddess of Abundance were invading Rand's mind at a distorted pace.

After listening for a while, Rand immediately interrupted, "Alright, alright, I know you've memorized it."

That's outrageous. How come any random paladin can recite the doctrines? Is this "Goddess of Abundance" sect really that famous? Looking at their impoverished hideout, he immediately denied it.

But it's alright, this will serve as a perfect excuse to refuse this inexplicable paladin.

I am invincible simply by acknowledging my poverty!

“My teaching staff is currently short of funds, and I’m afraid it will be difficult to maintain equipment like yours.”

"Anticipation!" the knight thought to himself, having anticipated that he might be rejected for this reason.

Therefore, he made the necessary preparations and loudly proclaimed, "I am willing to donate money and goods to the sect!"

Then, he took out a money bag, opened it slightly, and inside were coins that shone with a metallic luster.

Rand was shocked, but he didn't show it on his face. What was wrong with this paladin? He actually wanted to pay to join a cult. Could he really be a fanatical follower of this so-called Goddess of Dark Abundance?

Looking at his blackened paladin armor, the holy power was squeezing out the blessing that the goddess of dark abundance had given to Rand. This didn't seem like a broken-oath paladin at all.

Although he felt extremely tired, Rand couldn't think of any reason to refuse. Moreover, looking at this tall and burly paladin, if he refused too much and angered him, the paladin would turn on him and start attacking. He estimated that no one in this hideout could withstand a single blow from him.

Since things have come to this, we have no choice but to try to calm him down for now.

“Alright, but no matter who joins, they all have to start from the bottom. The Goddess of Abundance treats everyone fairly!” Rand decided to give it a shot and see if he would back down, although he felt the chances were slim.

The paladin frowned, but unfortunately, Rand didn't notice because of the helmet. He quickly replied loudly, "Of course, no problem, I'm willing to join the cult!"

Rand nodded in agreement, made a perfunctory gesture, and then declared that he had successfully joined: "Give your name to Mother Goddess."

"Tan'er!"

Tanl

Sex: Male

Ability: Burning Blood (Expandable)

The paladin really didn't want to start from the bottom, because it meant it would be difficult to obtain valuable information in a short period of time, but since it was the divine messenger's arrangement, he had no choice but to accept it.

It seems I need to find a way to quickly earn merit and get promoted, otherwise it will be a long time before this cult is completely wiped out.

Rand could only sigh slightly, feeling that his cult development plan had a long way to go.

He now had a fairly clear understanding of the timeline. Although he couldn't remember the specifics, since the Church of the Blood of Nourishment had been breached, the next expansion, War of Nations, was about to begin.

The nations, which were originally fraught with contradictions, were still somewhat united in name only because of the Church of the Blood of Nourishment, which served as a unifying force.

Now that the target has been breached, the countries that had previously only shelved their disputes have immediately fallen apart.

Then, due to the accumulated contradictions of generations, war will soon break out.

At this point, this land will become a breeding ground for cults.

Rand pinched his nose. Although developing a sect felt a little like turning back the clock, the nobles who oppressed the masses in this world were no better. At least under his control, the sect could still do things according to his will.

First and foremost, you need to have enough to eat.

Although the money problem was temporarily solved by Rich Paladin.

Life here is alright.

But sooner or later they'll run out of money and be beholden to those who take bribes. If this paladin is really some kind of fundamentalist fanatic of the Church of the Goddess of Abundance, and we rely entirely on his support, wouldn't we lose our voice?

This is something he absolutely cannot accept.

Moreover, as a top student in the agricultural college, he has some knowledge of planting.

I surveyed the land near the hideout these past few days and found it to be fairly fertile; it could be planted with a little cultivation.

At least if these believers work diligently and don't slack off, they won't have trouble getting enough to eat.

After surveying the land, he immediately assigned these seemingly weak and powerless followers to work.

Perhaps due to the power of the Mother Goddess, although they were all pale and thin, their strength was not too bad.

The paladin felt strange as Rand assigned him a task.

Didn't the church say that cult members were all vicious criminals? But now they just look like a group of hungry civilians.

Anyway, he didn't see any criminal activity.

In the past few days, he has become familiar with most of the people here. Although the divine messenger is still very mysterious and it is impossible to tell what he is thinking every day, he has already learned about the other believers.

They weren't children who were kicked out of their homes because they got sick and ended up on the streets; they were serfs who were already poor and couldn't survive because of the tyranny of the nobles, so they had to run away; or they were victims whose homes were burned to the ground in the war, leaving them with nothing.

A group of people who were already living in misery, and these people were even less familiar with the doctrines of this so-called Goddess of Abundance than he was.

Every time he tried to show off his faith in the goddess of abundance, he would see these people looking bewildered.

It seems they joined the cult simply to survive.

Sometimes he couldn't even suppress his curiosity and would subtly probe them.

These people don't seem to have done anything really bad.

So, do these people really deserve to die? The paladin wanted to ask them many times why they didn't go to collect the Torch Church's relief food, but he held back, remembering that he was still an undercover agent.

Rand, of course, had no idea what Paladin Tanl was thinking, otherwise he would have told him with a smug grin that he had sent those evil cultists to meet the Mother Goddess!

Chapter 3 discusses how cult members disguise themselves and infiltrate towns.

Rand's judgment was wrong, because it took those who read the message nearly a month to travel from the Holy Kingdom to the remote town.

Meanwhile, the kings of the south had already been making moves, some of whom couldn't wait any longer.

The war has begun.

The day after Rand saw his wanted poster and left town to return to his hideout, the army of the Southern Kingdom of Lensa surrounded the area.

After the army passed, besides the dead soldiers and the villages that had been burned, looted, and burned, all that remained were the wounded who had not died but had no way to survive.

Once the armies have swept through, no matter how prosperous the place was before, it will turn into a living hell.

The rich can find another place to indulge in debauchery, but the poor will only starve to death on the streets.

In corners out of the sight of the garrison, ghouls roam in packs.

Beggars formed gangs, and bandits became kings of the mountains.

There are also regular troops who are ten or a hundred times more greedy and vicious than bandits.

Unaware of the war raging outside, Rand was sleeping.

These past few days he has been arranging for his followers to work hard in the fields.

In addition to building toilets, the simplest composting should be done, and piling up the excrement in one place can effectively maintain hygiene.

After finishing all that, an exhausted Rand was fast asleep in the sacrificial chamber.

At this moment, a group of bandits, who could barely put together any equipment, appeared outside their hideout.

The bandit leader rode a thin packhorse, holding a long sword that was already somewhat rusty, yet he looked at the village with an arrogant air.

This is a group of thin villagers who like to wear black robes, struggling to dig at the ground.

It looks extremely weak.

To the robbers, these people were undoubtedly easy prey.

Although they may not be very fat, these people are pale and thin, and look like they have no fat at all.

But he must be very weak! His favorite thing is to bully the weak, hehehe!

Although bullying the weak goes against his former morals, morality means nothing in the face of hunger.

Since the war reduced their village to ashes, they haven't had a decent meal in two days.

Hunger can rapidly erode a person's rationality and morality.

The bandit leader beckoned over a disheveled boy and asked with a smile, "Child, what's your name?"

Although he felt that the uncle with sores on his face seemed like a bad person, he still answered seriously, "Sers, my name is Sers."