This was a question he had never even considered.
How could a demon borrow their faith in the Lord?
"Moreover, he's not borrowing it; he's truly begun to utilize the power of faith," Lin Xiao narrowed his eyes, gazing at the massive cross outside, along with the structures of the celestial masters and God.
Thick faith power was entwined around these buildings, making the entire nation appear sacred and inviolable. Anyone who entered would be influenced by this faith power, turning towards the Vatican with reverence.
But, if such potent faith power were to be exploited by a dark archmage…
He didn't know what kind of situation he would encounter afterward.
He couldn't even determine what kind of existence their opponent would become.
"Qitian, I have a feeling of nine deaths and one life coming here this time," Lin Xiao suddenly said.
"Hm?"
Qitian looked at Lin Xiao strangely, scrutinizing him for a long while. "You are the chosen one, the son of destiny under the heavenly laws, protected by the aura of a true dragon, a peak master. Yet you speak of nine deaths and one life?"
"Yes."
Lin Xiao nodded heavily. He had felt something was amiss the moment he set foot in this country.
A subtle, almost imperceptible pressure.
"Utilizing the power of faith?" The Inquisitor General frowned, his voice filled with disbelief. "That's impossible. Only the devout followers of the Lord, those recognized by the Lord, can use the power of faith through a medium. The Sword of Judgment in my hand, the Pope's scepter, and the Knight Commander's holy armor are all mediums."
"No one else, no entity, can borrow the power of faith."
The Inquisitor General stated with certainty.
"In that case… he must have found a way while devouring the faith power, or perhaps… he himself is the vessel for the faith power," Lin Xiao pondered a possibility and said, "What if the people who disappeared in the Vatican haven't died?"
"Not dead?"
"According to the data you provided, the number of disappearances has been steadily decreasing these days," Lin Xiao took out the documents and looked at the figures. "Yet the emotions of your citizens are becoming increasingly unstable… I ask you, how many people still go to your churches to pray today? How many of your followers are left?"
"Today, across all churches, there are no more than a hundred believers. The number of followers has halved."
Just then, the Knight Commander entered the room with fruit and bread.
"No more than a hundred believers? In the Vatican?"
Lin Xiao's voice couldn't help but rise by fifty percent. He suddenly stood up, staring at the Knight Commander. "Are you sure about this?"
"There's no mistake. Just yesterday, the Pope himself presided over a prayer, and no believers came to participate."
"This is bad."
Lin Xiao instinctively placed a hand over his chest. He could feel his heart beating faster and faster.
It felt as though he was about to encounter the most thrilling event of his many years.
Even surpassing his near-death escape in the northern territories.
"What's going on?"
Qitian also noticed the frequency of Lin Xiao's heartbeat.
Not just him, but everyone in the room heard Lin Xiao's heartbeat.
Thump, thump, thump, thump…