Only by using the blood of the followers of the God of Light to awaken the deluded soldiers and tell them that all of this is an illusion, a trick of the false saintess Katherina.

Only then can he turn the tide and snatch victory from defeat.

“Not good!”

The swordsman Landon's expression changed, and he rushed over to save the person.

Ever since the God of Light descended, his vigilance had relaxed considerably. He never imagined that, under the gaze of the great God of Light, Nick would still dare to suddenly kill.

Unfortunately, Nick was a level 3 warrior. For him to suddenly erupt in violence—how could a level 2 swordsman like Landon possibly stop him?

Not to mention, Nick was wearing thick chainmail. Landon, as a level 2 swordsman, only wielded an ordinary refined iron longsword. Even if he struck with all his might, he could barely pierce the chainmail, unless he happened to hit a vital spot or a joint; otherwise, he could hardly inflict any real harm on Nick.

Relying on his chainmail for protection, Nick was completely unafraid of Landon's attacks. After just a couple of exchanges, he stabbed Landon's arm with his sword and kicked him flying.

With bloodshot eyes, Nick stepped over Landon and thrust his sword straight at the chest of the follower sheltered by the statue.

The male follower who bore the brunt of the attack instantly sensed danger descending upon him, the threat of death gripping his throat like an invisible hand, leaving him breathless.

Normally, his reaction would have been to collapse to his knees, begging for mercy, or to panic and turn to flee.

But this time, he trembled as he straightened his chest, his gaze fearful yet resolutely meeting the murderous charge of Nick.

Having witnessed the descent and miracles of the God of Light, he firmly believed in the greatness of the God of Light, convinced that the deity would never stand by and watch his loyal follower die.

In the blink of an eye, Nick's sword was at the follower's chest, about to pierce through.

Seeing this, both William Clark's followers and the soldiers of the Third Patrol Squad were stunned, so tense that they even forgot to breathe.

At that critical moment—

In the sky, a white spear suddenly materialized out of thin air.

The spear was over two meters long, pure white as jade, radiating a sacred aura. The moment it appeared, a powerful pressure emanated from it, vast and majestic.

“The Spear of Judgment! It's the Spear of Judgment!”

A sharp-eyed follower spotted it and couldn't help but cry out in astonishment.

The next instant.

The Spear of Judgment roared down like thunder, shooting toward Nick's head like lightning!

Nick only had time to glance up before the Spear of Judgment struck him squarely on the head.

“Boom!”

With a terrifying explosion, a blinding white light instantly enveloped Nick.

In a split second, his brains burst, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and severed limbs wrapped in shattered chainmail rolled to the feet of the crowd. Nick was blown to pieces by the terrifying blast.

The smell of roasted meat spread through the air, as if reminding everyone of Nick's tragic end.

Stunned!

Whether it was the soldiers of the Third Patrol Squad, William Clark's followers, or even William Clark himself, all were dumbfounded by the scene.

William Clark had personally unleashed the “Spear of Judgment” against Nick, intending to establish his authority and let everyone deeply experience the divine majesty of the God of Light.

However, even he hadn't expected the Spear of Judgment to be so powerful. The chainmail that even swords couldn't cut through was utterly destroyed, offering no defense at all.

The entire place fell silent.

A few seconds later, the swordsman Landon snapped out of it, hurriedly turned over and knelt, shouting excitedly, “Follower Landon, thanks my Lord for descending divine might, destroying the heretic, and protecting your followers.”

The male follower saved by William Clark also came to his senses, knelt down, and shouted fanatically, “Follower Harry, thanks my Lord for personally protecting me. Follower Harry is willing to offer my most sincere loyalty to my Lord.”

As his words fell, an incredibly strong channel of faith rapidly formed.

This follower named Harry had originally only been a shallow believer, but as one of the strong men, he had joined Landon and the others to form the front line in a moment of crisis.

After this collective prayer and the baptism of faith, even without William Clark's intervention, he would at least have advanced from a shallow believer to a true believer, perhaps even a devout one.

But at the moment of his impending death, the great God of Light had personally sent down the Spear of Judgment to save him. What an honor, what a blessing!

Throughout history, such examples were rare.

In an instant, Harry leapt several levels, becoming a fanatic whose faith was extremely firm and fervent.

William Clark sensed his transformation and was overjoyed—this was the second fanatic he had personally cultivated. Not long ago, William Clark had still been heartbroken over the collapse of a fanatic's faith channel more than half a year ago.

Now he had two fanatics, each able to provide 1 point of faith power per day, and in three years could provide 1 point of divine power—a precious follower worth as much as 1,000 shallow believers.