The First Tyrant of Daxia

Next to the mural, under the fluorescent light, one can vaguely see a man in a gray robe looking at Qin Yun and others with a bad expression.

"What is before you now is a miracle sent down by the great angel of power in heaven. It is his incarnation in the human world. Why don't you four kneel down and worship him?"

Qin Yun frowned and took a closer look. He saw the man's appearance clearly. He was wearing a gray robe with a hood covering his head, but he could vaguely see an obvious black mole at the corner of his mouth.

"Kneel down quickly! Do you still want to receive the protection of the Lord Archangel of Power?" The gray-robed cultist shouted impatiently.

Qin Yun's eyes were a little cold. It had always been others who knelt down to him. Who would dare to make him kneel down?

But if you think about it carefully, this wooden house is bare and it is obviously not the real place where they preach.

Perhaps if we want to enter the real place where they preach, we will need this gray-robed believer to lead the way.

With this thought in mind, Qin Yun slowly knelt down.

This is certainly not really kneeling down.

Qin Yun used his inner strength to drag his legs, making it look like he was kneeling down, but in fact he was not kneeling down at all, but floating up.

The wooden house was so dark that even if one looked carefully, it was unclear whether Qin Yun had knelt down or not.

A mere virtual god, not to mention a Western god, could never make Qin Yun kneel down before him.

Old Feng next to him was also using his internal force to drag his legs, and he did it even better than Qin Yun, there was no trace of flaws at all.

Gongsun Wan'er's black eyes moved, and she pressed her palms against the ground, and placed her legs on her hands, making her look like she was kneeling on the ground.

Only Lu Bai knelt on one knee obediently on the ground.

The Gray Robe Cultist was very satisfied with the behavior of Qin Yun and the other three. "Very good, you have passed the first test. You truly believe in Lord Angel of Power."

Qin Yun smiled and said, "Sir, may I ask your name?"

There was a sinister tinge in that smile.

This bastard actually dared to make him kneel down. I’ll write down his name first. After I take over this place, I’ll give him a severe lesson.

The Gray Robe Cultist was very satisfied with Qin Yun's attitude, especially the word "Sir", which made him very happy. "Joining the Glory Cult means that you will be reborn from now on. We will no longer use our original names. You can call me Sir Black Rat."

"Okay, Lord Black Rat." Qin Yun silently memorized the name.

Black Rat waved at them and said, "Well, now that you have passed the first test, follow me. I will take you to the real missionary land."

As he spoke, Black Rat walked to a corner of the wooden house, then slowly pressed down. With a clicking sound, a secret passage slowly appeared in front of Qin Yun and others.

Qin Yun's pupils shrank. These guys must have been lurking in the Ptolemaic Dynasty for quite some time, right?

Digging out a secret room in the wooden house is obviously not a project that can be completed in a short time.

Especially in this world where machinery is not well developed, excavation has to rely entirely on manual excavation, and it cannot be discovered by others. Obviously, it takes a long time and a lot of manpower to excavate.

This made Qin Yun realize that the infiltration of the Glory Cult was probably more serious than they had imagined.

The reason why the situation was not as serious as that of the Kingdom of Lachis, which directly controlled the highest royal power in the country, was entirely because the Ptolemaic Dynasty was larger than the Kingdom of Lachis, and the subsequent Ptolemaic Dynasty was also controlled by Qin Yun.

Otherwise, these Glory followers might not be hiding like they are now.

"What are you daydreaming about? Follow me." Black Rat glared at Qin Yun impatiently.

Qin Yun hurriedly followed.

After everyone left, the secret passage slowly closed again.

At this time, the light on the mural gradually dissipated, and it became an ordinary mural.

Black Rat led Qin Yun and others through the secret passage and finally came to a brightly lit secret room.

The space inside this secret room is very large, and it can actually accommodate thirty or forty people. At this moment, there are already more than a dozen people sitting on the straw mats on the ground, looking at the statue of the Angel of Power placed in the middle with adoration.

The six pairs of wings were spread out like a giant umbrella protecting the world, and golden light was shining on the pupils, as if an angel was peeping at the world.

At this time, a man in a purple robe was passionately recounting the various miraculous deeds of the angels of power who protected mortals.

The people on the straw mats were dazzled and full of admiration, with stars in their eyes.

Qin Yun nodded silently. This purple-robed cultist had a strong ability to incite. He was definitely a capable person, but it was a pity that he used his ability in the wrong place.

"Find an empty place and sit down." Black Rat whispered beside him.

Qin Yun and others sat down on an empty straw mat.

The purple-robed believer in the middle was speaking at the most intense part, with spit flying all over the place. The people in the audience were listening with great admiration.

Qin Yun also found it quite interesting. Putting aside the brainwashing issue, it was still quite interesting to listen to it purely as a story.

I have to say that the people here are very interesting to talk to. Qin Yun likes this place very much.

After a period of time, the purple-robed followers finally completed the preaching of the doctrine.

The purple-robed members are already relatively powerful figures in the Church of Glory and belong to the middle class.

This person was able to be sent out to direct the missionary work, and he has always been a person of high status among the purple-robed followers of the Church of Glory.

"All the suffering people, Lord Archangel of Power is one of the supreme gods in heaven, and possesses incomparable power. If you believe in Lord Archangel of Power, you will not endure the sufferings of the world after death, but will go to the heaven where Lord Archangel of Power is and become a respected angel."

The purple-robed believer asked loudly, "Do you want to escape from suffering, ascend to heaven after death, and become a respected angel?"

"miss you!"

Almost in an instant, everyone shouted out with fanatical eyes.

Seeing this, Qin Yun quickly pretended to shout as well.

The purple-robed believer nodded with great satisfaction.

Then he said, "But the number of people who can go to heaven and become angels is limited. Even the Lord Archangel cannot ignore the rules of heaven and absorb all of you as new angels."

Qin Yun's eyes flashed. Oh my goodness, his true colors are finally revealed.

A commoner raised his hand and asked, "Sir, how can I get a place to go to heaven and become an angel?"

The purple-robed believer smiled and said, "You hit the nail on the head!"

"If you want to go to heaven and become an angel, it depends on how devout you are to the Archangel of Power!"