Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Lin Bei found a secluded spot, dug a cave, and began to heal his wounds.

He was repeatedly seriously injured during this period, and some hidden injuries have appeared in his body.

If this isn't dealt with promptly, it might affect my future cultivation!

"Alas, the Nine Provinces are in chaos, and the Western world takes the opportunity to invade. Beset by internal and external troubles, it is ultimately the common people who suffer!"

Lin Bei felt a pang of melancholy, then cast aside his complicated thoughts, circulated his cultivation technique, and slowly absorbed spiritual energy to restore his mana and heal his injuries!

He has many low-grade spiritual herbs in his spatial stone, but unfortunately he doesn't have a cauldron for alchemy, otherwise he could try to refine pills himself.

As the cultivation technique was activated, wisps of spiritual energy slowly circulated through the meridians.

The fine cracks in the meridians began to slowly repair themselves under the influence of spiritual energy.

These werewolves possessed such brute strength that even Lin Bei's late-stage Iron Bone physique almost couldn't withstand them.

Seeing Lin Bei enter to heal his injuries, Xiao Bailing lay down beside him, breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

While Lin Bei was recovering from his injuries, in a small town a hundred miles away...

Seror, accompanied by a group of priests, proclaimed the glory and deeds of the Lord throughout the town every day.

At first, not many people were interested, so Seror changed his approach.

He had people set up a soup kitchen at the church entrance every day to distribute coarse bread and thin porridge.

Before each distribution of porridge, the people receiving the porridge would line up, pray before the statue of God, and recite a prayer before they could receive the food.

In addition to distributing porridge, they also gave away daily necessities to the people.

These simple and inexpensive items have earned the trust of many people.

Every morning, the townspeople would put down their work and gather in front of the church to begin their devout prayers!

. . . . . .

That morning, hundreds of simply dressed people had already gathered in front of the church.

Men, women, young and old, all had a calm and devout expression on their faces.

An elderly man dressed in a white robe with gold trim, holding a scepter and wearing a silver holy emblem on his chest, stood on the stone steps in front of the church. His face was kind and his eyes were gentle.

This man was none other than the Holy Light Bishop Samuel of the Holy Light Church. Behind him, at the foot of the steps, stood Lord Rodrik, the Knights Templar, and a group of knights and priests.

"My brothers and sisters..."

Samuel's voice had a peculiar penetrating power that could reach the depths of one's soul.

Why have you come here?

"To escape war, to secure food and clothing, or to seek peace of mind?"

In this chaotic world, who doesn't yearn for protection?

Who is not afraid of the darkness?

Who doesn't want a bright future after death?

"Gentlemen, have you ever wondered why there is so much suffering in this world?"

Why are some people born rich and noble, while others are born poor and lowly?

Why do some people die and others survive when natural disasters strike?

The square was silent as the people looked up at him, their eyes filled with longing.

"All human beings are born with sin, and all the suffering in this world is the punishment for their own sins."

"Only by believing in the Lord of Light can one's soul ascend to heaven after death."

"Those who do not believe in the Lord will have their souls fall into purgatory after death and suffer endless torment."

"Only the Vatican is the sole representative of God on earth."

"Ordinary people cannot directly pray to the Lord for atonement; they must rely on priests to confess and make offerings to the church for their sins to be forgiven."

Samuel spread his arms slightly, his body enveloped in a soft white light that shone on everyone like warm sunlight.

"The Lord's holy light shines on every inch of the earth."

The people were bathed in that white light, their faces serene, and some even shed tears of emotion without realizing it.

Then, guided by the priest, they knelt down, clasped their hands together in front of their chests, and recited prayers in unison.

The elderly people in the front row were enveloped in white light. They felt a warm current flow into their bodies, the pain in their knees lessened, and their eyes seemed to brighten a bit.

"This is a miracle! This is the glory of the Lord!"

The old woman knelt on the ground, clasped her hands together, and wept.

"Father, please save my child... He's dying..." A middle-aged woman collapsed at Samuel's feet, her voice choked with sobs.

Samuel nodded slightly, gesturing for a young priest behind him to step forward.

The priest walked up to the woman, placed his hands on the head of a pale-faced child in her arms, and whispered some kind of prayer.

A soft white light emanated from his palm, enveloping the child's entire body.

After a short while, the child's complexion gradually returned to a rosy hue, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"He's awake! He's really awake!"

The woman, holding her child, wailed, "Father, you must be messengers from heaven!"

A commotion immediately arose in the crowd as miracles unfolded one after another, and even those who had been observing began to waver.

"A miracle..."

"His Excellency the Bishop of Light is truly a living god..."

"Since the bishop arrived, our town hasn't had a single case of illness..."

More and more people knelt down, chanting in unison, "Lord of Light above..."

Samuel watched this scene with a barely perceptible smile on his lips.

Then, with an even more benevolent and gentle expression, he continued, "Your children, parents, and relatives, as long as they turn to the Lord's embrace, will receive the protection of holy light and be kept away from the disturbances of darkness."

"The Lord says, 'Everyone who believes in him will have eternal life.'"

"You are all sinners. Only through sincere conversion can you wash away your sins and receive the Lord's redemption..."

The people responded in unison, "Amen..."

After the prayers ended, some people remained kneeling at the church entrance, reluctant to leave.

Their eyes were devoid of any liveliness; all they held was... numbness!

Inside the church, Sergio and Roderick calmly watched the large group of people kneeling outside.

"Knight Commander, what do you think of these people from the East?"

Roderick chuckled softly: "Foolishness, ignorance..."

"Like uncivilized savages..."

"Yes, it is precisely because of their ignorance and foolishness that the great Lord has sent us here to save them!"

Sergio's eyes flickered, and he sneered, "Look at them, how devout they are kneeling on the ground..."

"They are even more devout than our neighbors..."

Seror opened his arms wide in ecstasy, as if sensing the power of faith.