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Chapter 35 Unpious

"God's glory will always protect you, and the monsters of the night are nothing but scum hiding in the Lord's shadow."

Inside a makeshift house in Hell's Kitchen, facing a large group of gang members, now Dagon's followers, Casillas nodded with satisfaction.

"High Priest, those are scum who have betrayed the glory of the Lord. But how can we reach the Kingdom of Heaven, free from sickness and pain?"

At this moment, a believer asked, "How come gangs that were once enemies are now sitting together harmoniously because of a shared faith?"

Upon hearing this, a profound light flashed in Casillas's eyes. He slowly stood up, gently raising his hands as if embracing an invisible force.

The dim light inside cast dappled shadows on his resolute face, adding a touch of sanctity and solemnity to the moment.

"My dear brothers and sisters, your questions are the answers we are all seeking."

His voice was deep and magnetic, and every word was clearly conveyed to the hearts of everyone present.

"The end times are here. The demons that dwell in the wilderness are signs of the coming end. Only the great Dagon can protect New York and bring salvation before judgment."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. Seeing that they all waited with devout eyes for what he would say next, he continued, "Only by devoutly believing in Dagon can one become a citizen of God, ultimately enter God's Kingdom, and enjoy eternal life!"

The believer before was rejected by God because he was not devout enough, and was transformed into a monster that God hated. God will never allow someone who is just a fraud!

But please remember, piety is not an empty slogan, but something we need to prove with our actions, because God is with us!

As Casillas finished speaking, bursts of enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted in the room, pushing the believers' emotions to a climax.

The believers cheered with joy, a scene that secretly pleased Casillas. Thanks to his preaching in Hell's Kitchen, the Dagonite cult had grown so rapidly.

Now the great Father will surely praise his own achievements, shower him with His glory, and forgive him for his previous blasphemous act.

He gently raised his hand, signaling everyone to quiet down, his face beaming with a gentle yet firm smile: "Dear brothers and sisters, we gather here today not only to listen to God's teachings, but also to walk hand in hand, shining our light on our respective paths and illuminating each other's way forward."

"Now that it is late, let us go home and integrate what we have learned and felt today into every corner of our lives. There is no need to rush. The gates of God's Kingdom are always open to those who are devout and persevering."

Upon hearing this, the believers nodded in agreement and began to leave the simple yet sacred hut in an orderly fashion.

Casillas stood at the door, watching the last believer leave. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes as he recalled his actions a few days earlier, and a sense of guilt welled up in his heart.

He had previously regarded Cthulhu as just another sucker, enjoying the low-priced "loans," but gradually, through the process of "borrowing," he came to understand the great love of the Father.

He was so kind, treating every believer as his own child—how great he was!

And that is why the great father paid no interest on his loan—no, it should be said that he paid no interest at all.

Casillas submitted to Him and wanted to spread the love of the great Father to the world.

However, the Great Father's indulgence is so merciful that it cannot tolerate blasphemy. Therefore, only after undergoing holy baptism can one be qualified to become His child and believe in the Great Him.

Those believers who have not yet passed the test can only worship His messenger Dagon for now. When they become truly devout, they will undergo baptism and become a higher form of life. Unfortunately...

"archbishop."

A deep, respectful voice interrupted Casillas's thoughts. Evans, his loyal deputy and strategist, appeared quietly beside him.

Casillas withdrew his gaze from the distance and turned to Evans, a questioning glint in his eyes.

"Has that impious sinner been dealt with properly? Has he been discovered?"

Evans bowed slightly, his voice tinged with caution: "Archbishop, we have already punished the sinner with divine retribution, and he has now repented before the Great Father, but..."

"Just what?"

A hint of displeasure flashed across Casillas's brow. Could something have gone wrong with such a small matter?

Evans lowered his voice, his tone revealing a hint of seriousness: "However, when we caught him, he already had some wounds on his body, and those wounds were clearly not caused by the people he had torn apart."

Upon hearing this, Casillas's pupils contracted slightly, and a sense of unease spread through him like ripples. "You mean, there were other people or forces involved in this? Did you conduct an interrogation before dealing with that criminal?"

Evans nodded, his face also full of doubt: "I'm sorry, Archbishop, we also wanted to go and interrogate him, but he has gone completely insane, so we don't know where to start."

But the wounds looked more like the claw marks of some wild animal, or the work of some superhuman force. This made us wonder if some other force was secretly monitoring us, or even interfering with our actions.

Casillas pondered for a moment, various possibilities flashing through his mind. Hell's Kitchen was a melting pot of all sorts of people, with various factions entrenched in their own ways. Although the Dagon Cult was developing rapidly, its growing influence inevitably attracted the attention and hostility of others.

"We must proceed with caution, leaving no opportunity for the enemy, and we must find out exactly who attacked him."

"Evans, immediately assemble an elite team to investigate this matter covertly. Not only must you find out the source of the wound, but you must also be on the lookout for any other unusual activity or individuals appearing around us recently."

"Casillas said in a deep voice."

"Yes, Archbishop, I will personally select the men to ensure the operation goes smoothly. But what about the Holy Son?"

"Son, there is no need to worry. The Lord's light has already shone upon you. Just do what you should do."

"Yes."

After receiving the order, Evans turned around and prepared to leave to carry it out.

Casillas stood there, watching Evans' departing figure, and bowed his head in repentance.

"Great Father, please forgive my mistakes. I became complacent after achieving a little success and made one mistake after another."

Casillas prayed silently in his heart, his voice soft but full of sincerity and remorse.

Night had fallen, and the streets of Hell's Kitchen had returned to silence. Casillas stood alone in front of the hut, gazing at the dark night sky in the distance.

(End of this chapter)