Wizard: I use my omniscience to interpret the truth.

Standing in front of the church, Byron looked at the tightly closed church doors with a half-smile on his face.

He didn't rush to push open the door and go inside, but instead began to observe the surroundings of the church.

The church does not stand alone; many rooms have been built around it, all of which are constructed around the church.

Byron could still faintly hear chanting coming from the room, as if they were praying to a god.

After looking around, Byron shook his head, then took another step and walked toward the church.

Pushing open the door, Byron was greeted by a massive statue that almost touched the roof.

In front of the statue, there were rows of chairs, seemingly for the convenience of worshippers to pray.

At this moment, the entire church was empty, without a trace of anyone else.

Upon seeing this, Byron showed no unusual expression and walked toward the statue on his own.

"Pat-pat-pat-"

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed continuously in the silent church, as if waiting for something.

Byron continued walking forward, and just as he reached the middle of the church, the doors that had been pushed open suddenly slammed shut again.

At the same time, dozens of figures emerged from hidden corners of the church and stood around it, but their positions subtly surrounded Byron.

Byron stopped and stood quietly, his eyes scanning the figures that appeared around him.

These people had smiles on their faces, full of mockery.

It was as if they were the cats, and Byron was the mouse trapped inside, at their mercy.

"Raul, this little guy is the intruder the Lord spoke of, the terrifying wizard from those stories. He looks like a baby who hasn't been weaned yet, hahaha..."

As Byron was observing, the burly man with a thick beard standing to his left burst into laughter at Byron's appearance.

As soon as he said those words, the once quiet church erupted in cheers.

"Abu, you're right, this little guy really does look like a baby who hasn't been weaned yet, but his skin is so soft, even softer than the skin of those noble ladies I saw in Seville!"

"Are you getting lustful again because you see how tender the baby's skin is, just like a girl's?!"

"Hahaha, stop talking! Don't scare this little baby. He looks like he's been scared out of his wits. What if he cries? Hahaha!"

"I don't think we even need to lift a finger; just standing here is enough..."

"......"

Despite the foul language emanating from him, Byron showed no anger; instead, a smile appeared on his face.

However, there was no warmth in his eyes when he looked at those people, as if he were looking at dead people.

"Alright, that's enough. Don't be fooled by this man's appearance. If he really posed no threat at all, would the Lord have us all gathered here?"

The bearded man who spoke first, named Laura, suddenly interrupted the crowd's discussion.

This person was highly respected among these people. As soon as he spoke, everyone else obediently shut their mouths and said nothing more.

However, his expression was full of resentment.

After everyone fell silent, the man named Laura looked at Byron, who was standing in the center of the church, with a strange expression.

"Kid, you should have seen the situation now. They're not as civilized as me; they're a bunch of scavenging beasts with no bottom line."

"If you fall into their hands, your life won't be easy from then on, but..."

At this point, Laura paused, her eyes fixed on Byron, a smile appearing on her lips.

As for Byron at this moment, he also looked at Laura with curiosity.

He was curious to see what this man would say.

When Laura saw Byron looking at her, she was also startled, thinking that her words had worked on Byron.

Without hesitation, he continued speaking what he hadn't finished saying earlier.

"However, if you can abandon your previous plans, answer my Lord's question, and embrace my Lord, becoming his vanguard and warrior, then my Lord will not be unable to forgive your sins."

"Even if you do well, my Lord will not discriminate against you because of your background. He will treat everyone equally, and he will reward you for your merits. Perhaps then you can become as powerful as us!"

"How have you thought about my suggestion? You don't have much time left, so I hope you'll think it over quickly."

Upon hearing this, the other men surrounding Byron seemed to be cooperating with the woman named Laura, their eyes flashing with malice as they slowly moved towards Byron.

It was as if they would swarm him and tear him to pieces should Byron dare to refuse.

As for Byron, who had just finished listening to Laura's words, he seemed oblivious to the changes around him, his expression unchanged, and uttered his first words after entering the church.

"These words were taught to you by your Lord, the one called Abuldan?"

"Since he wants to subdue me and understand what this world is like, why doesn't he come out himself and instead sends out you nobodies? Does he look down on me?"

As he spoke, a mocking smile appeared on Byron's face, instantly igniting his hatred.

Those around Byron were taken aback at first by his words, but the next moment, they all glared at him and berated him angrily.

"You little brat, you think you can even expect our Lord to appear? Let me tell you, you're not worthy!"

"If it weren't for God's mercy in giving you a chance to repent, with your frail body, I could take on ten of you by myself!"

"How dare you insult the great Lord, the valiant God of War! You will surely be punished by the gods, and your family will suffer the consequences!"

"So those terrifying wizards in those stories were all talk and no action. No wonder they wrote so many tales to show off their power by intimidating the timid!"

At this moment, Laura's originally smiling face turned gloomy.

"Young man, I'll give you one more chance. If you truly kneel before God and beg the Lord to forgive your sins without atoning for what you just said, then you still have a chance."

Upon hearing this, Byron curled his lips into a sarcastic smile.

"Kneeling before God? You mean that stone statue carved from stone? How can you be so ridiculous? I feel like you should pray to me instead of worshipping him, hahaha..."

Towards the end, Byron burst out laughing, even laughing until tears streamed down his face.

At this point, those who surrounded Byron could no longer tolerate it.

In their hearts, Abultan is supreme and omnipotent, the god who rescued them from the mire and bestowed upon them supreme power, and they will never allow anyone to insult him.

Of course, they knew in their hearts that their God was probably watching from somewhere in the church at that moment.

They wanted to make a statement and increase their importance in Abultan's mind.

Simply put, they wanted to demonstrate their loyalty through this ceremony, which is essentially a competition for favor.