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False God

“In

addition, stop performing large-scale blood sacrifices. There’s no need

for such obstructive activity before you hear further from me,

especially something that’ll attract the attention of the churches,”

Leylin reminded them again before leaving.

“Of course, Chosen of

our Lord!” The devil priest answered without hesitation, not that he had

any authority to go against Leylin’s words. Moreover, the reason for

their enormous blood sacrifices was to attract Beelzebub’s attention.

Now that he had already sent a substitute, there was no need for that

anymore.

“Lord’s substitute, please grant us your name!” The aged devil priest plucked up his courage to ask right before Leylin left.

“My name?” Leylin smirked beneath his mask. “My name is Kukulkan!”

The

power of faith essentially came from fear and obedience, respect and

admiration, or from one’s soul force. Godhood originated from that as

well. With a specific name, great power, and falsely assuming the

identity of Beelzebub’s Chosen, he could win the reverence of these

devil worshippers. He could even disseminate and spread Beelzebub’s

faith before usurping everything.

However, this was the only

mature organisation of Beelzebub’s that Leylin found somewhat

acceptable. When he would build his own church in the future, these

people would not be of much help. After all, Leylin would not want his

own church to be a gathering point for devil worshippers.

The next

step was to cancel certain blood sacrifices and evil rituals that

violated his core values. This was the domain of a benevolent god, and

also an essential step for a divine being to gain extensive approval in

the prime material plane.

“Lord Kukulkan, we will do as you wish

and prepare for the recovery of our Lord!” Leylin was startled from his

reverie as he watched the devil followers shouting his name loudly. A

special energy akin to soul force enveloped him within the zealous

ambience.

The false divine power of devouring almost went out of

control and wanted to swallow this energy to transform completely, but

Leylin resisted it.

‘The power of faith?’ Leylin signed internally before disappearing into a private room.

“You

heard the Lord’s orders!” The devil priest straightened his back and

looked at all of the followers, especially directing his gaze at the

nobles. Having lost the powers that the devil bestowed upon him, the

arrival of this divine being allowed him to regain some confidence.

“Get

the tasks done quickly so that we can welcome those paladins of the God

of Justice!” There was no room for reconciliation between devil

worshippers and paladins. If they met, it would be a fight to the death.

While

one paladin was more than enough to slaughter an entire room of devil

worshippers, strategy, allocation of manpower, and hidden actions would

make things difficult for them.

“Of course!” A few of the nobles

laughed sinisterly, the shadows they cast on the wall behind them

looking like terrifying demons themselves.

……

‘I can’t

believe I have to play to dress up as god and play the devil twice in a

day…’ Leylin had currently arrived outside the city.

He looked

around vigilantly. His appearance of a powerful divine being was but a

pretense, and he himself was only a rank 10 wizard. Had the devil

worshippers just now rebelled against him, he was not sure that he’d

have been able to suppress them. However, as he’d borrowed the superior

aura of a high-ranked devil, he was certain he wouldn’t lose out.

However,

him pretending to be a divine being, on top of his possession of the

Devilblood Dagger, was enough to scare the hell out of those followers.

Moreover, those who had offered sacrifices to the devils already had

shackles on their souls. If they did not wish to be tortured even after

death, they had to act according to Leylin’s wishes.

‘Compared to

dealing with those low-ranked followers, this needs more attention…’

Leylin pulled himself together with a slight sigh, and a thread of

flames appeared on his figure, taking the shape of a flame-winged

serpent. The small blaze lit up the Gloomwood, giving off a demonic

feeling.

‘He’s here!’ Leylin turned quickly. A black spirit was

running towards him so quickly that it couldn’t be followed by the naked

eye.

‘Advanced Barrier!’ ‘Advanced Protection!’ ‘Advanced

Invisibility!’ A few enormous spell barriers were erected, separating

the area from the outside world completely.

‘A high-ranked

Professional? No, he’s even stronger than Odge and Boruj, almost a

Legend…’ Leylin inwardly assessed as the person he was thinking of

arrived in front of him.

“Tiff!” Formidable divine power

circulated around the area, making Leylin seem like a god as he called

out to Tiff. At the same time, the aura of his original form also rolled

off his body.

“You’re not my God, but you have his power!” Tiff

was indeed standing in front of Leylin, but he did not look like his

previous self. His hair was now greying at the temples, and his vigilant

eyes glared unwaveringly at Leylin.

Leylin felt several different

probing spells targeted at him immediately, and if not for the fact

that he was the original body and had the A.I. Chip’s help in concealing

his abilities, it would be have been difficult to deal with the fellow.

Brilliant divine power floated above Leylin’s hand as he stared Tiff in the eye, “So, do you still have any suspicions?”

“I

wouldn’t dare! You are the favoured one of my Lord!” Tiff pressed his

right hand to his chest as a form of respect and bowed, showing his

acknowledgement of Leylin’s identity.

Strong beings like this were

not easily subdued. Honestly, if Tiff were to make any moves, he would

have found out that Leylin was only a pretentious false god. Once he

figured that out, taking care of Leylin would be as easy as popping a

bubble.

“Since you’ve summoned me, what can I help you with?” Tiff still looked suspicious about the whole situation.

“Our

Lord has already defeated the Archdevil Beelzebub and I’ve received

orders to take over everything Beelzebub has in the prime material

plane!” He kept to the truth. Tiff was the one person Leylin trusted the

most here, even if he seemed doubtful of everything right now.

Even if the boy decided to go against him, Leylin could use the power he’d formerly left with Tiff to make him turn back.

‘However,

he was able to use the energy I left behind as a foundation to receive

magical powers and become similar to a bloodline holder… Or should I say

half-chose? He’s somewhat talented…’ Leylin seemed to have already seen

beyond Tiff’s facade.

“You’ve defeated the Archdevil? The

Sovereign King of Gluttony?” Tiff’s voice involuntarily cracked. He had

obviously heard about this earth-shaking rumour. The loyalty of these

worshippers, who’d already lost the magic abilities bestowed by the

devil, had long been shaken. Some information had spread out.

Worshippers

in the prime material plane were shallow. If Leylin had waited to make

his move a couple of decades later, Beelzebub’s people would have almost

completely disappeared. Thankfully, that was not the case.

“Mm.

I’ll need your help, how much manpower do you have in the Dambrath

Kingdom?” Leylin asked. Unless his background wasn’t optimal, a

near-legend like Tiff would have a certain amount of influence.

“I’ve

created an organisation with faith in our Lord. There are fewer than

300 followers right now, and the highest ranked among them is a Baron…”

Tiff clenched his teeth, and told Leylin unwillingly. The familiar soul

suppression was too strong on him, and he had no choice but to speak the

truth.

‘An organisation in worship of me?’ Leylin was pretty

taken aback. ‘To sustain a miniature organisation without the support of

divine power… He has a lot of potential…’

The difference between

true and false gods was that one could grant their priests divine spells

and other powers, ranging in ranks from rank 1 to rank 9. With the

great power separating their planes and the prime material plane, the

highest rank of spell a powerful devil or demon could bestow upon their

worshippers was rank 5. Anything past that would require a blood

sacrifice to go through, or have some other such restriction. This type

of worship of false gods would suffer a unanimous crackdown by the true

gods.

Demigods were similar. Without enough power to grant

high-ranked spells to their followers, they were not widely spread. The

Feathered Snake God, Kukulkan, that Leylin had made up previously was an

otherworldly demigod who was still in deep sleep! He would not be able

to grant even a rank 1 spell.

Leylin felt a special respect for

the fact that Tiff could still sustain worship for Kukulkan under

conditions like these, to the extent of enticing a baron. While he’d

have used his own methods for it, it was still rather amazing.

‘But

I can’t let this situation continue for too long... I’ll soon have to

give them some hope!’ Leylin decided. A god that was unable to respond

to prayers and grant spells would be eliminated like Beelzebub sooner or

later.

‘If his original form is still recovering from his

injuries, it doesn’t make sense for me to confer divine spells in his

stead!’ Leylin’s original form as a near rank 7 Magus was from another

world after all, and the World Will of the World of Gods was hostile

towards his power. Not to mention the amount of energy that would be

consumed by crossing the crystal sphere shell. If he were to use his

original form to bestow divine spells, he would quickly go bankrupt and

even die.

‘The only way is to advance to become a Legend is the

and condense my divine force. By doing that, I’ll have the most basic

capability to respond to my followers.’ Leylin gritted his teeth.

“Devout follower of our Lord, Tiff! I have something for you to do. Let us meet at the capital city of the Dambrath Kingdom.”

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