Chapter 1502: NO．118: Then also distribute the eggs

NO．118: Then also distribute the eggs.

Canaan City, a place where theology thrives under the leadership of the Blessed Gospel Team.

Here, religion is not lacking, nor are the embryonic forms of religion.

Although religion, as Aomo said, has always been exclusive and hard to coexist, this place is indeed a religious cluster area formed by force through the religious special zone agreement; while on the surface it's harmonious, behind the scenes it has long been waging a relentless religious war in the fields of physics, business, and personal connections.

It's like raising gu, like a battle royale, and like mafia turf wars—you can see one religion here, then after crossing a street you encounter another, and some religions can occupy half a city district, clearly making them major powers; looking across the other districts of the federation, they also have considerable follower territories.

Just like a miniature map of power.

If a religion establishes itself in Canaan City, its percentage of missionary area here often determines its standing within the federation's religious circles.

Indeed, this judgment is not absolute, just as most horse girl fans who worship the three goddesses actually have no missionary activity, nor any proper temples; if one must say, Difangteleisen does have some temple functions, but that school also lacks doctrine for classroom teaching, and what is taught is ultimately just for better racing.

There are many such casual deities in this world; some do not seriously run religions, some simply do not intend to establish religions, and the existence of these deities greatly hinders social statistics.

But these do not prevent Canaan City's religious power map from becoming a miniature of the federation.

Nor does it hinder Canaan City's religious strife, which has been uninterrupted since the first day the special zone standards were drawn, endless yet unobtrusive.

This unobtrusiveness is likewise a manifestation of battle-hardened experience, a 'rule' that only emerges in prolonged confrontations.

Just as the mafia tradition of Yiluo District corresponds to the culture of the largest land area in Canaan City, the rule named Code of Silence/Silent Rule best explains the cause of this strange phenomenon, and further proves that most religions in the federation are quite secularized.

Not only the Blessed Gospel Team gives away pots and pans; not only the Dao Studies Street Office gives away egg noodles.

Even the newly arrived Beast Cult will send out low‑grade monster cards researched and produced by its own members to potential believers, trying to develop some followers locally in preparation for any sudden needs should the collaborator betray them.

Yes, possible betrayal.

Although the Light‑Chasers Club's current performance is very friendly and sincere, matching our needs well, not to mention that they also demonstrated a foundation for cooperation far beyond expectations.

It's as if they had already been secretly contacting monsters before everyone came to meet.

This directly skips the most troublesome introduction and explanation process of cooperation; even without calling it a surprise, it would be extraordinarily convenient and easy—like drawing an SSR right upon landing.

Yet facing such a splendid opening, their high priest still did not intend to put all the eggs in one basket.

Not only did it immediately get all departments of the cult, including the missionary department, back in operation, but he himself also went together with the club's department head to the scene of the event that is currently the world's most dangerous yet most promising for development.

"Horse girl's race……"

Canaan City Racecourse, the edge of the northern platform.

Yuechi Xiangzheng overlooks that extraordinarily distant lower racecourse, and also looks down upon the densely packed audience stands that are somewhat shocking, as if from another world.

"Indeed, nostalgic……"

"«Nostalgic? » the department head turned his head, unexpectedly looking at him, «Were you also a fan of horse girls back in your hometown? »"

Although positional theory is not absolute, the vast majority of transmigrants are still limited by this; being able to arrive proves they have not 'collided' in this world, meaning we need not expect to find their past information here, so the club's department head did not specially investigate this Beast Cult's high priest, nor does he know his identity.

Although the relevant information about «Yuechi Xiangzheng» still lies at the bottom of the sea of the net, occasionally being stirred up by big waves, the department head also finds it hard to salvage it with the information he holds.

Who could have imagined that the high priest of this otherworldly beast‑worshipping religious group would be a deceased member of the Xiangzheng family? Especially since his facial features and physique are completely different from before, leaving hardly any room for association.

Thus, upon hearing his remarks, the department head felt a bit energized.

I originally thought the topic with this otherworldly collaborator would be limited to the beast domain, but I didn't expect there to be some talking points in the horse girl domain as well, which gave his usual expressionless, contemptuous look toward humanity—like looking at trash—a bit more enthusiasm.

"«Fans… perhaps? »"

Although the figure flashing in his mind is blurry, there is indeed such a figure; however, his memory crystals have been twisted and crushed by countless uses of beast power, so his memory varies with different beast‑power enhancements, and some memories are affected by each self‑distortion.

Like a film reel frequently twisted, scorched, and rubbed, the blur is a relatively mild result.

However, with contemporary technology, a film reel that has undergone such experiences could still be restored, and the soul……

It is not without a solution.

Only Yuechi Xiangzheng has long lost the privileges enjoyed by federation citizens, and the technology of the cult he leads is entirely linked to beasts—much of it extreme, beast‑like and hard to control, where a single achievement and its side effect are equally excellent.

The final result is that, having heard the collaborator's words, he now has a vague shadow in his mind, yet cannot recall it.

At this point he should struggle, but……

"«I don't remember either. » he said bluntly."

As a long‑term user of beast power, he knows his mental and physical conditions have long been an obscure, mystical unknown; this not only failed to spark his own investigation into it, to pursue normal desire, but instead he gave up quickly.

Knowing he is abnormal, he simply ignores it—hard to imagine this negative handling is the result of his deep deliberation, but it is indeed so.

Chasing the Lord's footsteps, gazing upon His likewise non‑human way of existence, countless believers do not see their abnormal condition as failure or error; rather they take pride in it, believing it is part of drawing near and practicing the Lord's way, regarding it as asceticism.

Of course, this group is not all ascetics; there are also many who, like Yuechi Xiangzheng, have adopted a broken‑pot, broken‑bowl attitude.

It's hard to say whether they were driven to desperation before touching beast power, or touching beast power gradually led them to a dead end; regardless, whether the factors are independent or complementary, the outcome converges—everyone ends up much the same, and upon arriving in this world they feel a great sense of liberation.

Were it not for Yuechi Xiangzheng suppressing things with strict discipline and using a few unruly scapegoats, the federation's various regions would over these days have seen many more beast‑related incidents.

But even if those cases were fewer, this was originally just a dead pool; only through the recent months of someone personally driving it, slightly reviving the federation's pool, is it still not deep.

The truly deep market is the interstellar market; the earth‑internal‑restricted market has always been shallow enough that anyone paying attention can notice the straight‑line rise in beast‑related transaction volume over the past week, with stock indices edging up slightly.

This makes the appearance of a certain Dawn Minister quite fitting; like a bold outsider who, upon noticing this, tries to jump in, the motive appears especially justified, and it also leaves the Light‑Chasers Club slightly dissatisfied.

After all, they don't care about the long‑term development of the beast industry; they only notice that the already large‑share transaction numbers have risen conspicuously, suddenly making days feel a bit tighter, so they must also consider taking up new livelihoods and give a bit more update on the progress of what they were already doing.

As for whether the sudden acceleration will reveal a flaw……

"«No impression…… that's really a pity; I hope this cooperation can leave you with some impression. »"

Just as the department head's words now suggest, they will entrust the patching of the loopholes to this batch of new allies equally in need of cooperative support.