After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

"Before I was arrested, the divine messenger told me the address of this contact point and said that if he couldn't come back, I should come and find the organization myself."

"And that is indeed the case—the Divine Envoy did not reveal a single clue about me, even as he was tortured to death."

The recorder listened with deep respect: "He is a true warrior."

Charles nodded solemnly: "Yes, he is a true warrior and a role model for us all."

The recorder put away the notebook he was writing in and shook hands with Charles.

"From today onwards, you are a member of our Ironmoon."

"However, according to church rules, every new member must pray before the idol of the Lord before officially joining us."

“Perfect timing. We recently welcomed another new member, so the two of you can take the initiation ceremony together.”

The cultist stood up, opened a hidden door in the room, and gestured for Charles to enter.

Charles knew that no matter how eloquently he spoke, the other party couldn't possibly trust him completely based solely on his words.

The so-called initiation ceremony of praying in front of the idol is probably a means of testing one's faith.

However, Charles naturally didn't care about that; in fact, he was more eager for the other party to test him further.

After all, intelligence exchange is always two-way. While the other party is probing you, you can also take the opportunity to locate the true location of that evil god.

That was the real purpose of Charles's trip.

So he naturally followed in the other person's footsteps and walked towards the hidden door.

Chapter Thirty-Four: A Two-Way Journey

The idol worshipped by the Ironmoon Order is a human figure bound to a bronze cross.

The bound humanoid's face was obscured by the shadow of the cloak, making it difficult to see clearly, except for its eyes, which stood out—reflecting the pale silver moon with a metallic sheen.

A large crowd had gathered beneath the statue, most of them concealing their figures with long black robes.

They were all clasping their hands together, devoutly praying to the statue.

Xiaer extended his mental energy and saw, within the astral vision, tiny specks of light rippled from above the heads of the praying believers.

These points of light are invisible and colorless in real vision, but in astral vision, they converge into lines and are projected toward the statue, where they are then completely absorbed.

"It really is the real thing."

Charles was quite pleased, after all, he had put so much effort into it.

If it turns out to be a counterfeit product, then all the time he's wasted will have been for nothing.

"Today, I am pleased to announce that two new members have joined our family."

A middle-aged man, dressed in rather luxurious clothes and appearing to be a religious leader, spoke in a rather amiable tone.

"And now, under the witness of the Lord, they will officially become believers of the Lord."

The cultists scattered, revealing a figure behind them.

This is a girl with long, jet-black hair, wearing a dark-colored long dress. Her eyebrows and eyes bear a resemblance to Augudia's, only her features are much more youthful.

"As expected of Augudia's younger sister, her disguise skills are simply amazing."

Charles watched from the side, marveling inwardly.

It can only be said that stealth and unpredictability are indeed the bloodline talents of the Night Dragon.

If it weren't for Augudia's reminder, even he, without using his mental power, wouldn't have been able to connect the delicate black-haired girl in front of him with the somewhat talkative Enpishi from before; the two were simply not alike at all.

Oh, if we're really going to talk about it, there are some similarities—

That was the flat chest of the girl in front of him, almost identical to a man's.

"What's your name?"

"Xie'er."

"Okay, come here."

The leader of the religious group walked up to the statue and solemnly and devoutly recited a long prayer.

The prayer was very long.

It's basically a bunch of descriptions like "the creator of everything," "an omniscient and omnipotent God," "the source of all greatness," "the beginning and the end," "one and ten thousand," and "more sublime than the stars and longer than eternity" piled up without restraint.

If all these descriptions are true, then Xia Er suspects that the other party must be at least at the multiverse level, the kind that can create and destroy countless galaxies in the blink of an eye.

Unfortunately, that's obviously impossible.

If that's the case, then the people of the Western Continent are nothing more than ants to that evil god; at most, they're just dust.

Is there anyone, or rather, a god, who would care about some dusty faith?

Sure enough, these days you really can't be a charlatan if you can't fool people.

Ciel elevated his spiritual power to the Astral Plane.

As the prayer of the religious leader was recited, wisps of grayish-white mist, vaguely resembling a silver moon, began to emanate from the statue.

Then, it dispersed in the direction of the cult leader and Seele.

The cult leader's projection in the astral plane was shrouded in a gray-white mist, and his eyes revealed a look of obsessive infatuation.

As the mist spread toward Seele's celestial body, Ciel only saw her celestial body suddenly darken.

Immediately afterwards, her presence became less noticeable.

The mist, as if it had lost its target, lingered in the astral plane for a moment before returning to the statue.

The racial blessing of the Night Dragon—Secret.

Although Seele, as the Night Dragon, has not yet fully reached adulthood, her innate bloodline talent can still exert its full effect.

A moment later, the cult leader snapped out of his trance and looked at Seele beside him with a look of surprise.

Generally speaking, believers need to be unconscious for a long time before they can wake up each time they receive baptism from the Lord.

Even he himself, who had received the Lord's blessing as a follower, needed a long period of mental confusion before he could return to normal after being baptized.

This newly recruited girl recovered faster than he, a member of the church who had been baptized for many years.

“You are very good, and you may have the potential to become one of the Lord’s chosen ones, just like me.”

The cult leader nodded calmly and praised Seele a few times.

Then he turned to look at Charles: "You're next."

Charles naturally wouldn't refuse.

He walked quickly to the leader of the cult, but felt a hand gently touch his back on the road.

Charles felt an invisible protection surrounding him, as if he were shrouded in the night.

It was the hidden blessing of the Night Dragon that Seele bestowed upon herself.

"If you don't want to go crazy like them, then relax and don't respond to any voices that pop into your head."

The girl's faint voice rang in Ciel's ears.

This guy--

Charles felt a surge of joy.

“I have already gone through the prayer process once before. You just need to repeat the prayer I recited.”

On the other side, the cult leader was also watching Charles with great interest.

Since it is fresh blood that a missionary would risk his life to protect, it must have something extraordinary about it.

Perhaps in time, these two new converts today will become the Lord's chosen ones, carrying on His glorious name throughout the world.

Although the prayer was quite long, it was certainly not difficult for a legendary mage to remember.

Charles repeated it, just like everyone else.

The next moment, in the astral realm, the grayish-white mist once again diffused from the statue, just as before.

However, before the grayish-white mist could encroach upon Xia Er, it suddenly stopped in its tracks, seemingly bewildered.

The projection of a living being's spirit onto the astral plane is what is known as astral spirit.

Along with differences in soul strength and life essence, the strength of astral bodies also varies among different life forms.

However, under normal circumstances, astral bodies are more like a manifestation of a subconscious part of life, and cannot be subjectively controlled at all.

This is also why the religious community is so successful in spreading its faith.

But at this moment——

Before the idol could proceed with the process of corrupting the newly converted believer, it discovered that a small golden figure formed from the other's astral spirit was already rushing towards it impatiently.

It can be described as a purely two-way journey.

Not right.

Even though the divine consciousness residing within the statue was incomplete and unable to think like a normal intelligent being, it still subconsciously sensed that something was wrong.

However, before the divine consciousness within the statue could react...