114: Chapter 114 That's it. Worshipping Him is worse than worshipping me.

Standing before the church, Byron looked at the tightly closed doors, a faint, ambiguous smile on his face.

He did not rush to push them open and enter, but instead observed the surroundings of the church.

The church did not stand alone; many rooms had been built around it, all encircling the structure.

Byron could faintly hear chanting coming from the rooms, as if they were praying to some deity.

After looking around, Byron shook his head, took a step forward again, and walked towards the church.

Pushing open the doors, a massive statue that nearly reached the ceiling came into Byron's view.

In front of the statue, rows upon rows of chairs were arranged, seemingly for the convenience of worshippers.

At this moment, the entire church was empty, with not a trace of anyone else to be seen.

Seeing this, Byron's expression remained unchanged as he walked towards the statue on his own.

"Pata—pata—"

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed continuously in the silent church, as if waiting for something.

Byron continued walking forward, and just as he reached the center of the church, the previously opened doors slammed shut with a boom.

At the same time, dozens of figures emerged from hidden corners all over the church, standing around it, their positioning subtly surrounding Byron.

Byron stopped in his tracks, standing quietly in place, his eyes scanning the figures that had emerged around him.

These people wore smiles on their faces, filled with a sense of mockery.

It was as if they were the cats, and Byron was the mouse trapped among them, ready to be toyed with at their leisure.

"Raul, is this little guy the intruder the Lord spoke of? The terrifying wizard recorded in those stories? He looks like a baby who hasn't been weaned yet, hahaha..."

Just as Byron was observing, the bearded man standing to his left looked at Byron's appearance and burst into laughter.

As his words rang out, the previously quiet church began to boil with activity.

"Abu, you're right. This little guy really does look like an unweaned baby. But his skin is so tender, even more tender than the Young Misses of those noble families I saw in Seville!"

"Are you getting lecherous again because you see a baby with skin so tender it's like a girl's?!"

"Hahaha, stop talking, don't scare this baby. Look at him, he seems scared silly. What if he starts crying? Hahaha!"

"I think we don't even need to make a move; just standing here is enough..."

"..."

Listening to the various lewd remarks coming from around him, Byron felt no anger; instead, a smile appeared on his face.

However, there was not a trace of warmth in his eyes as he looked at them, as if he were looking at dead men.

"Alright, stop talking. Don't be fooled by his appearance. If he truly posed no threat, would the Lord have gathered us all here?!"

The bearded man who had spoken first, Lola, suddenly spoke up to cut off everyone's chatter.

This person had very high prestige among them; once he spoke, the others obediently shut their mouths and said nothing more.

Although their expressions were filled with reluctance.

After everyone fell silent, the man named Lola looked at Byron standing in the center of the church, his expression unreadable.

"Kid, you should see the situation now, right? They aren't as civilized as I am; they are all a bunch of carrion-eating beasts without bottom lines."

"If you fall into their hands, your life afterwards won't be very pleasant, but..."

At this point, Lola paused, his eyes fixed on Byron, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

As for Byron, he looked at Lola with curiosity.

He was curious to see what this man could say.

Seeing Byron look at him, Lola was invigorated, thinking his words had had an effect on Byron.

Without hesitation, he continued with what he hadn't finished saying.

"However, if you can give up your previous plans, answer my Lord's questions, embrace my Lord, and become the vanguard weapon of my Lord, then my Lord might not be unable to forgive your sins."

"If you do well, my Lord will not discriminate against you because of your background; he will treat you equally, and if you achieve merit, he will bestow rewards. Who knows, maybe you could even become as powerful as us!"

"How have you considered my suggestion? There isn't much time left for you; I hope you think it over quickly."

Once these words were spoken, the other men surrounding Byron, as if cooperating with the man named Lola, glared with malice and slowly moved towards Byron.

It was as if they would swarm him and tear him to pieces the moment he dared to refuse.

As for Byron, having heard Lola's words, he acted as if he hadn't noticed the changes around him, his expression unchanged as he spoke his first words since entering the church.

"Are these words taught to you by your Lord, that one called the God of War?

Since he wants to subjugate me, and even more wants to understand what this world is like, why doesn't he come out himself instead of sending you small fry out? Is he looking down on me?"

As he spoke, a mocking smile appeared on Byron's face, instantly drawing full aggro.

The people around, hearing Byron's words, were stunned for a moment, but the next instant, they all glared at Byron and began to scold him.

"You little thing, just by yourself, you want our Lord to appear? I tell you, you are not worthy!"

"If it weren't for the Lord's mercy, kindly giving you a chance to repent, with that frail body of yours, I could take on ten of you by myself!"

"You dare to insult the great Lord, the valiant God of War! You will surely suffer divine punishment, and your Family will suffer as well!"

"So the terrifying wizards in those stories are just good with their mouths. No wonder they write so many stories, using them to intimidate timid beings to show off their own greatness!"

At this moment, Lola's previously smiling face turned gloomy.

"Kid, I'll give you one more chance. If you are willing to kneel before the God, ask the Lord to forgive your sins, and atone for what you just said, then you still have a chance."

Hearing this, Byron's mouth curled up, full of sarcasm.

"Kneel before the God? Do you mean that stone statue carved from rock? How can you be so funny? I feel that worshipping him and praying to him is not as good as praying to me, hahaha..."

By the end, Byron laughed out loud, even laughing until tears came out.

This time, the people surrounding Byron could really no longer endure it.

In their hearts, the God of War was supreme, omnipotent, the God who saved them from the mire and bestowed upon them supreme power. They would never allow anyone to insult him.

Of course, they also knew in their hearts that their God should be watching from somewhere in the church at this moment.

They wanted to put on a show, to increase their importance in the eyes of the God of War.

Simply put, they just wanted to show their loyalty through this ceremony, which was essentially competing for favor.