Chapter 2369 - 1178: Prayer Lighter

Chapter 2369: Chapter 1178: Prayer Lighter

On the other side, somewhere in a valley to the south of the Mechanical Wilderness, the Angels’ fleet was quietly entrenched.

The strategy difficulty of this world was visibly high, and with that reverse blockade in the sky cutting off their retreat through the World Barrier, even proud and powerful Angels didn’t dare charge in recklessly. They chose to lie low first and observe for a while.

This valley was the secret base the Angels had created by casting "Heavenly Descent."

After all, not everyone had the kind of tech that the homebody witch had for Destruction Armor, enough to resist the another world’s rules suppression; normally, invading this kind of Higher World required some special methods.

But Angels were one of the old-school Three Calamities, after all, with tons of experience. Even without Destruction Armor, they had other means in hand to resist the world rule suppression.

Heavenly Descent was one of the most commonly used, and also the most convenient, of those methods.

It mimicked the way Spiritual Realm Creatures invaded reality—using the Strength of the Spirit World to counter the world rules’ suppression, then hiding inside this "Heaven" to slowly adapt, until they finally became completely immune to suppression and burst from the cocoon.

And the gap between this Mechanical Wilderness and the Spirit World was particularly thin, which made the Angels’ operation even easier. They very quickly created in this valley a large "Artificial Heaven" far exceeding expectations.

Yeah, next they just needed to acclimate in this Heaven Space for a month or two, and wait for the vanguard to finish gathering intel; then they could officially start moving.

That was what the Angels had in mind.

But plans are beautiful, reality is brutal.

In practice, right after the Angels descended and slogged under the world suppression debuff, working themselves half to death to finally build this Heaven Space, they had barely slipped inside to relax when suddenly someone knocked on Heaven’s great door, coming to visit.

Seriously, are you locals just too polite and too enthusiastic? We just moved in, our butts aren’t even warm on the seats yet, and you’re already here to drop by?

At this, Michael, the General in charge of this operation, instantly cranked his alertness to max, hastily blowing his horn to put the Angels on full battle footing, worried the knock outside was from the Mechanical Wilderness’s local military or something.

Only, when the gate of heaven opened, all the Angels saw beyond it was a single person.

Or rather, that person even seemed to be one of their own kin.

It was a female Angel wearing a nun’s habit, with Ten Wings sprouting from her back.

She seemed to have trouble with her eyes, so she wore an eye mask. The eye mask, lavishly decorated, covered the upper half of her face, but even just from the exposed lower half—her jawline and tempting red lips—you could tell this was an extraordinary beauty.

Of course, seduction did nothing to Angels; most Angels were sexless, and before they deliberately chose and fixed a gender, they basically didn’t have that kind of worldly desire.

Only, this particular Angel beauty was different; the moment she appeared, she drew the gaze of every Angel present, including Michael.

Not because of her looks, but because of the vast and pure Power of Faith hidden in her body.

This was a zealot—no, this was a Prayer.

To ordinary people those two look the same, both weirdos muttering about gods all day, but in the eyes of Angels who specialize in the Power of Faith, the difference between them is huge.

Zealots are madmen whose reason has been completely overwhelmed by frenzied Faith. They have nothing in their eyes but Faith and Deities, and are willing to give everything for the Deities.

But those lunatics, whose personal will is almost gone, aren’t actually that useful; they can’t shoulder big responsibilities. Angels usually treat zealots as Faith batteries or one-shot God Descent bombs.

Prayers, though, are much more precious. Prayers have Faith output comparable to, or even surpassing, zealots, but their reason hasn’t been entirely drowned by Faith; they can retain a clear will of their own inside that frenzy.

So Prayers are the ones who can truly serve as the Apostle of God, becoming the Angels’ right-hand men and women.

Zealots are everywhere, but Prayers are rare. Out of hundreds of millions of zealots, you might not get even one Prayer. Any Prayer, in the major Churches, is enough to directly be made a Saint Heir or Saintess level treasure.

Yet even among Prayers there are levels, and there is said to be a particularly special kind: the Prayer among Prayers, a legendary existence that you might see once among hundreds of millions of Prayers.

Such a Prayer is usually called...

Prayer Lighter.

They’re the kind of treasure every powerhouse who uses the Power of Faith dreams of.

Because a Prayer Lighter has the qualification to become a god.

And they’re almost always absolutely loyal, so they can become the shadow of a god, a second self, carrying out Divine Power in the god’s stead.

It might sound not that impressive, but don’t forget the Power of Faith is poisonous. Unless you have the Mandate of Heaven Scripture to filter and purify it, every user of the Power of Faith will inevitably be worn down by it, slowly reshaped into the image within that Faith.

Yeah, even if you’re timid as a mouse and weak as a noodle, as long as the Power of Faith believes you’re brave, fearless, and immensely strong, it will gradually remake you into that courageous, mighty War God.

Sounds pretty great, but would that War God still really be you? You gain Strength, but lose yourself.