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

Baron Lakesource was currently bound in a detention cell, which was originally intended to calm down the troublemaking adventurers; it could be considered a confinement facility.

The hideout hasn't had any prison cells built yet, but it seems that it needs to be put on the agenda now.

The adventurers who had committed minor offenses and were originally detained here have been released, while those who had committed serious offenses are being held together with the captured baron's loyal soldiers.

Because the Baron was blinded by rage and fought Tanl, and was then knocked unconscious, the morale of his men plummeted, and they surrendered shortly after being surrounded.

There were approximately two hundred people.

The prison cells were too small to hold everyone, so only the Baron's most loyal followers and the Baron himself were imprisoned there. The rest were kept in a camp outside the hideout, under the strict guard of Tanl and his men.

These are all high-quality young and middle-aged people who have received some military training; they are simply the perfect source of soldiers.

As Rand entered the room, Baron Lakesource, whose body was covered in bruises, grasped at a straw and hoarsely cried out, "I'll tell you everything, just let me go."

Rand glanced at Sers beside him; this kid certainly has a talent for interrogation.

"Tell me, how did you come up with the idea of ​​robbing Crescent Moon Territory?"

Tell me, why did you dare to rob me this time?

Although Rand is still an illegal lord, thanks to the White King's propaganda and the achievements of the Fengrang Mercenary Group, the Second Prince's faction, at least Earl Black Brown, has tacitly approved of Rand's rule.

This attitude will inevitably radiate to the surrounding barons and viscounts; this is not an implication, but rather an almost explicit indication of the Black Brown Earl's sphere of influence.

But this Baron of Lake Source still dared to attack Crescent Territory at this time.

If he hadn't coincidentally hired the Fengrang Mercenary Group, Crescent Moon Territory might have suffered heavy losses, and might even have been reduced to fighting a battle to defend its hideout.

"My lieutenant told me that you have actually deceived the White King and the Black-Brown Baron, and I will expose that," Baron Lakesource answered honestly.

Do you believe this too?

However, Rand didn't take it seriously and had Serth drag the baron's adjutant over for interrogation.

The adjutant was a strong, middle-aged man, but he was still a bit weaker than the frail Serth and was dragged to the Baron's torture chamber.

"So, why did you deceive your baron?" Rand asked casually, already guessing the answer: it was undoubtedly to show off and improve his standing in the baron's eyes.

The court jesters in storybooks are like that; they like to take a gamble. If they win, they get luxury cars, beautiful women, and riches; if they lose, they lose their lives. But it's better than being ignored or even starving or dying of disease.

Suddenly, a warning sign arose, and Landra dragged Thurs outside, followed by a violent roar.

Followers of the god of struggle.

That was their typical transformation. I guess this lieutenant, disguised as a cultist of the God of War, had already prepared the Crimson Orb and was ready to transform when he was dragged over by Seth.

Fortunately, Rand reacted quickly enough; otherwise, being trapped in the solitary confinement room would have been really dangerous.

Such commotion quickly alerted everyone at the hideout. Tanl remained stationed at the camp. He knew the Reference by heart and was well aware that these prisoners absolutely could not be allowed to cause any problems.

However, Elsa, Ellie, Olena, and Lysa were alerted and rushed over.

A gigantic monster that resembles some kind of insect.

From Rand's perspective, they resembled the interstellar insectoids from his previous life's movies, their mouthparts constantly dripping mucus, their limbs having sharp tips, and after a roar, they charged towards Rand.

Rand raised his hand, ready to snap his fingers.

Although, although Blessing 2 works even on plants, which are theoretically devoid of thirst.

It's hard to say whether this thing can be considered a living organism, and it doesn't seem to have the ability to reproduce.

I wonder if Blessing 2 will work on beings without the ability to reproduce.

Before Rand snapped his fingers, Lyza's arrow arrived first. The arrow, glowing with emerald green light, carried a tremendous impact, knocking the monster that was trying to charge at him off balance.

Lysa then gracefully landed beside Rand, pursing her lips and chuckling, "Mr. Pervert, it seems your safety awareness needs some improvement."

This title was really embarrassing for Rand to hear in public, and besides, who was the pervert here?

But there was no time to worry about that now. Lande asked quickly, "So, can you beat them?"

“Okay.” Lysa looked at Ellie, Elsa and Olena who had arrived, and held the small green wooden bow in front of her.

Rand immediately relaxed, beckoned Sers to bring over a small stool, and after confirming it was there, slowly sat down on it.

This world has huge racial differences. For example, this monster, if classified according to professional levels, would probably be an elite level. Moreover, since it has not mastered any professional skills, its level might be even lower.

However, an elite human would probably have no chance of winning in a one-on-one fight, but a higher-level professional would likely be able to defeat them.

It looks too bulky and lacks long-range attack capabilities.

However, Rand was somewhat surprised that the cultists of the God of Struggle could transform into forms other than the three-headed giant.

This giant interstellar insectoid form is clearly stronger than those three-headed giant forms, but it's estimated that it couldn't even defeat Ellie.

Not to mention the even stronger Ryza and Olena.

Clearly, this cultist of the God of Struggle hadn't expected that this small hideout would house other high-ranking professionals besides Tanl.

More than one.

He had thought that encountering Tanl was already outrageous enough, but this time Tanl seemed to have been assigned to guard the other soldiers, which was his chance to act.

Unexpectedly, Rand reacted quickly; he was discovered as soon as he transformed, which prevented them from catching him in the solitary confinement room.

Now it's all good, no more traffic jams. What kind of place is this anyway?

Three top-tier professionals—is this the palace of some king? Why is it so heavily guarded?

But there is still a chance.

Contrary to his massive size, his tiny, beady eyes were fixed on Rand. This Rand seemed to be of high status and had let his guard down. If he could be captured and used as a hostage, he might have a chance to escape.

With a flick of its tail, this time without even a roar, it pounded the ground and charged straight at Rand.

Rand did indeed lower his guard, but neither did anyone else present.

This is why Rand is now relaxed, even though he was more vigilant than Seres when they were in solitary confinement.

But once outside, surrounded by these people, Rand felt completely at ease; perhaps that was what trust was all about.

Emerald green arrows, sharp longswords, magical energy bodies, and daggers.

There were no exciting and thrilling combo moves, nor any breathtaking battles.

Faced with a pure disparity in quantity and quality, this monster has only one fate: death.

As the monster fell, Rand felt the joy of receiving the blessing of greed from the god of war when he sacrificed himself at the altar of the god of war.

This feels a bit strange; it seems like there are many coincidences that aren't actually coincidences linked together.

Chapter 70 Stele, Doctrine (700-word bonus chapter)

After dealing with the monster, Rand expressed his special gratitude to Elsa for coming, as he hadn't expected her to come and help.

He then re-entered the confinement chamber accompanied by Olena. Due to the previous conflict, many people had died, but Baron Lake was lucky enough to survive.

They weren't even seriously injured.

The solitary confinement cell is no longer as quiet as it used to be. Before, everyone was loyal and wouldn't make a sound unless they were being tortured. Now, it's different. Everyone suspects that the people around them will turn into monsters, and the cells are filled with the wailing and howling of ghosts.

The cells were damaged, but the prisoners, like quails, wanted to escape but dared not, and trembled in place.

Unable to bear the noise any longer, Rand pulled the Baron out of the confinement room alone, found a quiet spot, and dumped him on the ground.

Baron Lake Source was now completely terrified, never expecting that his adjutant was a follower of the God of Struggle and could transform into such a monster.

After being thrown to the ground by Rand for a while, the Baron suddenly realized what was happening and, displaying his shameless nature, said with a brazen grin, "Now you believe me, right? It was all the lieutenant who misled me; I was influenced by him."

Rand sneered inwardly. He had seen the Lake Baron's true colors many times before. If this could help him shirk responsibility, he would be a fool. A lifetime of hard labor awaited him at the hideout.

In fact, Rand really wanted to kill him, but then he thought it was wrong. If he killed him, what if the Baron of Lakesource was replaced by a smart nobleman? That would be much more difficult to deal with than the well-known Baron of Lakesource.

Rand didn't respond to his question, but simply asked, "So, when did he appear?"

"recent."

"The specific time."

“More than fifty days, I suppose,” Baron Lakesource recalled uncertainly.

Rand gestured to Olena beside him to write it down. Then they pulled everyone out of the solitary confinement cell, cleaned up the bloodstains, made some repairs, and locked them back in. Although the solitary confinement cell was decorated like a horror movie set, it was still better than getting sick from the cold at night.

The next day, Rand arrived at the garrison camp at the hideout. The drill ground was orderly, and these people were no longer the new recruits who had come out at the beginning.

Rand fell silent as he watched the soldiers fighting for their hideout.

The total has already exceeded the initial investment, it seems that Tanl has also recruited a lot of people in the Black and Brown Collar, but many familiar faces have disappeared.

Rand himself was the instructor when the soldiers first started training, so he was quite familiar with them, but now, many of them are buried far from home.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat serious. Rand quickly spoke up, saying in a loud voice, "No matter what you do, those who sacrifice themselves for the organization will have their families and children taken care of by the organization, and they will also receive compensation."

These people might not even know what a death benefit is, but Rand doesn't care. The death benefit he provides isn't a lump sum, but rather a fixed monthly allowance for the families of the victims.

This is a huge undertaking and very costly, but it must begin now.

Otherwise, it will be even more difficult to do it in the future.

It doesn't matter if these soldiers don't understand what Rand means; missionaries will explain it to them later.

The gifted students in the first phase of the literacy course have already graduated. To say nothing of anything else, they have already learned basic addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, and they have memorized the three books: Doctrine 1: Life Guide, Doctrine 2: Wilderness Survival, and Doctrine 3: Hygiene Awareness.

They were already capable of spreading their doctrines as missionaries, but the Torch Church's influence lay with the free people and nobles, while Rand planned to start his missionary work from the lowest strata of commoners and serfs.

The most practical things, combined with a touch of mystery, can achieve the effect of proselytizing. After all, the core of the doctrine now is to believe in the Mother Goddess and have enough to eat.

We can't see the effects yet, but in the future, it might just become a vast ocean.

After listening to Rand's explanation, the soldiers on the training ground seemed to understand, but some of them suddenly became clear-eyed and looked somewhat dazed, clearly unable to believe that there was such a good benefit.

The vast majority of people in the world are ordinary people, and what ordinary people seek is nothing more than honor, wealth, status, and family. Rand will take care of all these aspects for these people.

As long as they are willing to risk their lives on the battlefield.

Since the involvement of the Cult of the God of Struggle has been discovered, it is estimated that the war will continue indefinitely, and Rand must have sufficient military strength.

And Rand's military strength comes from these people.

Apart from knights and squires, the standing army of the nobles in this world is not full-time; most of them are conscripted serf soldiers, and these people have little morale.

In Rand's vision, the soldiers in the stronghold would be completely different. An army with sufficient morale, a willingness to obey orders, and a basic understanding of formations would be enough to be called a strong army.

Then Rand led them to the center of the hideout, to the most conspicuous spot.