The Earl of Ile-France followed the group of priests far away. The group of priests walked slowly with their feet. The Earl of Ile-France and the others had to give up riding horses and follow on foot.

He noticed a very interesting phenomenon: these priests were not familiar with the way to Molai, and every time they arrived at a fork in the road, they would stop to find someone to ask for directions. But when they arrived in the second half of the journey, they suddenly seemed to have become experienced locals. When they passed the fork in the road, they no longer needed to ask for directions.

He couldn't help but ask the priests in the ascetic: "Did you feel the magic of those demons?"

"The priests of our sect are good at perception, but we do not sense the magic of those demons. Maybe they are too far apart, or their magic is too strong." A barefoot priest shook his head and replied, "But we can sense the chaos in space - the chaos brought by those who worship demons, the chaos brought by those who deviate from God. We are just walking in a more chaotic direction."

"What if their magic power is too strong and you can't suppress it?" The Earl of France glanced at the group of priests, "I see that although you have many people, there are only three who have magic. Although they are three very powerful magicians,..."

The barefoot priest pointed to his chest, where an old but delicate cross hung: "If we cannot subdue the demons, we will crush this cross. The space will become clear at that moment, and then quickly be shrouded in chaos. Lord Gregory could detect such a drastic change, and even if it was not far away, he would come."

"Since you don't have confidence, why not just invite Greegoli?"

"Because this is our work and our practice. This is how the saints took the initiative to step into danger and chaos, spreading the gospel step by step throughout the world."

They continued to move forward, stepping one footprint after another in the mud.

That night, they finally arrived at Molai. Three barefoot priests stood on a high ground and looked at it. It was late at night, the lights were out, and it was pitch black in the distance, only the moonlight.

"This space is extremely chaotic." A barefoot priest nodded, "The devil is undoubtedly here."

"Please avoid it in the distance." Another barefoot priest said coldly to the Earl of France, "Although you claim to convert, I can still feel the power of the demons in you. Please be sure to pay attention to this in the future."

The Count of Ile de France was willing to throw all these things to the priests of Tianfang. Since the other party took the initiative to ask, he naturally did not hesitate. However, the new lord of Mole refused to leave: "Consul, this is my territory. Please lend me soldiers to me and let me perform my duties as a lord and protect the security of the territory."

Before the Count of Ile de France spoke, the last barefoot priest nodded: "That's good. We need some ordinary soldiers to do the finishing work. Although you also have the power of a demon, you don't have much. Come here and let me baptize you."

"Okay." The Count of Ile-de-France shrugged, "Come on, I'm responsible for cheering you in the distance."

After leaving more than thirty soldiers behind, the Earl of France left with a red knife, a white bow and a black balance.

The baptism ceremony was completed quickly, and the Baron of Molai also became a believer in the Tianfang Church.

"I'll go and check where the demon is now!"

The baron rushed towards Molai with more than thirty cavalrymen. The group of priests still stood on the high ground without moving, just shook their heads silently.

"They have been baptized, let's start by ourselves." One of the barefoot priests said to the others in a deep voice, "Judge the demon!"

The response to him was the uniform prayer of the priests behind him:

"Our Heavenly Father, may your name be revealed, may your kingdom come, may your will be carried out on earth, as in heaven..."

Amid the prayer over and over again, three barefoot priests came to three directions and stood there. Then, three priests brought three trays, each with a gilded wine glass.

"Lord, God, Almighty! Your judgment is true and just."

One of the barefoot priests chanted aloud, his voice overwhelmed everyone, and seemed particularly clear and excited. He solemnly took the wine glass and sprinkled the water inside into the sky!

The darkness began to roll, and a heavy black cloud condensed in the sky. Without any conscript, the raindrops began to fall. When they fell to the ground, a bloody aura floated out. It turned out that this was not ordinary water, but blood, and a blood rain was sprinkling from above Molai!

The army brought by the Duke of Brittany had begun to camp and rest, but some people were still outside the tent, either standing guard or looking for a place to relieve themselves. This abnormal rain attracted their attention. After their word of mouth, more and more soldiers walked out of the tent. They raised their torches and saw that the white tents they were sleeping were all splashed with blood, as if they had been after a fierce battle. Their body skin was also wet by the blood rain, and blood scabs were formed.

Another second barefoot priest raised his glass. He sprinkled the water from the glass onto the ground, allowing it to soak in the mud wet by the blood rain.

With his movements, among the people who were stained with blood, suddenly some people began to roll in pain. They were all the best people in the army who were the best in magic, and they were the best in the army. However, the more good people were at magic, the more ferocious and terrifying the expressions at this moment, as if they were suffering from some extreme punishment! On the contrary, those who could not have magic at all had nothing.

"Lord, God, Almighty!" The second barefoot priest read a praise, "They shed blood of the saints and prophets, and now you have given them blood to drink, which is what they deserve."

Among the people affected by the blood rain, some people began to go crazy because of pain. The darkness and desire in their hearts occupied their minds. They wanted to set fire, rob, rape, and kill!

The military camp was in chaos, and soldiers who were still mentally healthy were struggling to resist the attack of the crazy soldiers. People could be seen fighting in every place, and screams from people came from every direction. Soon after, the fire started to rise, and under the bloody rain, it not only remained immortal, but became more and more prosperous.

After seeing the firelight raised by Moleten, the third barefoot priest slowly picked up his wine glass. Instead of sprinkling the water inside, he raised his head and poured the water into his stomach.

His body floated up, and the cross on his chest shone with dazzling white light.

"Your judgment is righteous, the holy who is here now!" He shouted to the sky, "Punish those sinners who have the mark of beasts and worship the image of beasts, and let your righteousness be revealed to the world!"
Chapter completed!