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Regarding the power of these temples, Zhao Guang directly broadcasted their goals and directions.

Yet the temples seemed to have no intention of hiding this, and even thought Zhao Guang had done a great job.

Even though the public started to detest them, and even their faith began to waver, they still completely ignored it.

Facing the radicals, Zhao Guang was not going to fight. After all, his people were only there for installation guidance, and protecting themselves was sufficient. If something really went wrong, it would be the local lord's problem.

Every time a node module was sold, Zhao Guang would have them sign a contract.

That is, they must guarantee the safety of the people they send out, and as for any unexpected incidents or losses, they would be borne by the local nobles and the public.

This way, the dispute between himself and the temple turned into a dispute between the temple, the nobles, and the public.

Once immersed in the vast ocean of the populace, they would realize what it means to be unable to take even a single step.

As for those from the fusion faction, Zhao Guang simply chose to ignore them.

Why would he let them use his things? They had overthought it. As long as he ignored them, these people wouldn't affect him in the slightest. Would they dare to attack a king?

His status was different now, making some matters different as well.

Attacking a lord might be justifiable, but attacking a king is a taboo for any country.

If any member of the temple did so, that temple would thereafter find it extremely difficult to propagate their faith.

Finally, those in opposition—it's just negotiations, that's simple.

Zhao Guang had a team of negotiation experts. He just let them go out in teams to negotiate, it was just a matter of going back and forth endlessly. To them, this was easier than their daily work.

No, this was work. Wagging their tongues could earn them more pay, so why not do it?

Moreover, they could train local lawyers, a new job category Zhao Guang introduced to this world.

With many freshly trained ones lacking experience, this was the best testing ground. Those priests had little ability, but because they represented the temple, the pressure they exerted was still substantial.

Additionally, the negotiation results and process would be made public to the masses daily.

As negotiations proceeded, the public grew increasingly disappointed in the temples.

After all, everyone only cared about their interests, so the public naturally cared more about their interests. In this process, the temples acted as oppressors.

As long as the public desired more benefits, the temples inevitably became the target of their grievances.

Ironically, the temple was harsh toward pagans or other enemies, but helpless with the public. Both doctrine and the divine needs had significant ties to the populace.

Faith needs to come from the heart. If the public starts to detest them, then faith would be affected.

Zhao Guang did not anticipate that amidst these tug-of-wars, not only his Magic Net Priests grew, but another force also emerged alongside this situation.

"This is, the situation with the Evil God Temple. I didn't expect them to resurface."

Zhao Guang glanced at the report Sephidya had just brought out, his eyes carrying a hint of caution.

Years ago, the Delan Continent was also scattered with different temples. The temples of the Evil God, the God of Order, and the neutral gods were a tripartite, much like the current Borick Continent.

But after a great war, the neutral and Order temples allied to exterminate the temple.

The current Temple Alliance represents the temples of those neutral and Order gods.

The annihilated Evil God Temples never had a chance to re-emerge. Whenever they appeared, they were suppressed. In this regard, they were treated worse than the undead mages who were used as tools.

After all, even the order associated with the undead's gods is not a state of chaos.

It was unexpected that as the temple's prestige among the people continued to decline, these people resurfaced like undead.

"The temple is the temple. As long as the divine doesn't encounter issues, it's impossible to wipe them out,"

Sephidya also said, "There's no way around it; those divine powers are too troublesome and can easily entice or even control lower beings." With her heritage, Sephidya had a deeper understanding of this.

"However, these Evil God Temples seem to be planning to operate under our banner. Letting them continue like this won't be good for us in the future; they're bound to cause problems."

The chaotic nature of the Evil Gods leads their followers to be the same.

After all, a follower's strength comes from the feedback of divine power, and they often have to complete tasks assigned by the divine.

If the divine becomes unstable, how could the followers below remain unaffected?

Many people didn't intend to become like them when they joined the temples, but that level of power influenced by the divine inevitably caused problems.

If they were truly bound together, the public would eventually resent him when problems arose.

Zhao Guang was not worried about resentment, as he could purify all the faith.

But his territory would face troubles; plus, at that time, the temple's powerful figures would also have reason to act against him. He did not believe he could contend with the temple's true power.

"Issue a statement, sternly condemning those Evil God Temples. If anyone is found operating on my land, strike them down without mercy." Those guys were not just sickening, they were greatly troublesome.

If they were allowed to spread, it would be bad news for any country.

Anyway, he wasn't the only one taking such actions; other countries would do the same.

The most crucial part was to show an attitude, making it clear to the public and temple that he and those guys were not aligned.

"Understood, I'll arrange it immediately," Sephidya hastily left. This matter allowed no delay. From her memories, anyone who got involved with Evil Gods met a bad end, every single one of them.

Zhao Guang watched Sephidya's departing figure, his brow slightly furrowing.

It was unexpected; he thought these people had long perished. Did they secretly pass down their legacy, or did the divine once again turn their gaze here? If it's the latter, that's troublesome.