Chapter 514: The Bane of the Wicked, the Protector of the Good

"Rest assured, the stability of the Border Prince Territory directly affects the safety of the Blackwater Bay shipping routes. Although the focus of the Southlands will be around Eight Peaks in the future, finding a place for military training with a lower intensity is not a bad idea."

Sinuoli stroked his beard; after the Lady of the Lake, the White Wolf God, the Bear God, and the Night Walker, he had finally encountered mortals he could deal with easily, and he could not help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"Peter, you converted a Count; your ability is strong, and that must be affirmed! But stop targeting the nobility; women, goddesses, and even female Elves do not have very large hearts. Alright, go and select the funding and supplies for the next phase; you are all aware of the floating adjustments based on the rankings, right?"

With twelve people taking turns reporting and discussing, the huge candle for thinking and commenting had gradually burned down. Sinuoli let the Apostles eat and rest, while he continued to ponder; both the matters of Ranald and Kislev required key decisions.

"Everyone, there is something I didn't mention yesterday because we were happy. The faith you have collected for me has become somewhat mixed, and this has transformed into a foreign divine power, especially recently. I have no intention of carefully distinguishing who to hold accountable, but today we need to unify our thinking again."

When the Apostles gathered again, Sinuoli threw out his demands. Not defining one's own image and not setting limits for oneself is a choice made by many gods—believers think of Them as they are, and so They are.

The representatives of this school are the Chaos Four Gods; Their Authority is vast, and They have evolved many different images across the heavens and myriad worlds. Many people do not even know they are worshipping an evil god at first, only to be gradually eroded by subtle influence later.

Sinuoli had originally wanted to try walking this path to rapidly increase his divine power, but the Wealth Authority is too easily used for crooked paths; once it goes astray, it clashes with Justice and Contracts.

"You need us to use a clear and unified Divine Statue, is that what you mean?"

"Not just that, but also to unify the narrative when explaining the divine power of the God."

This kind of defining the general direction is more prominent than working hard, and the Apostles immediately began a heated discussion. Those ranked lower in missionary work were anxious, and those ranked higher who had been subtly pointed out by Sinuoli also had to correct their attitudes.

"I state my position: Justice must be placed before Wealth! Your Majesty Sinuoli, his kin, and everyone present have always firmly resisted Chaos!"

Boss Harvey felt guilty and was the first to jump out to set the tone for the discussion. The tone of Marienburg, which looks only at money, had never changed, and he estimated that he had the most of this so-called mixed faith.

"The Lord of Skulls personally taking action against the God regardless of the barriers between realms is the best endorsement, witnessed by heroes and good men of the Old World with their own eyes! Such a situation never even occurred during the Great Holy War. What does this mean? Your threat is even greater than Magnus the Pious!"

"Our God is not just the patron god of Qunshan, Bretonnia, or any other place! We should define another scope based on His Authority."

A quick mind was an important criterion for Sinuoli in selecting Apostles; they understood the implication without needing him to provide much guidance, leading the discussion in the right direction.

"Peter, you hit the nail on the head. The gods of this world like to divide their spheres of influence by region or race. This is not what I want. The Chaos Four Gods have given me inspiration; I hope to protect a certain type of living being."

Most of the Apostles came from the lower and middle classes, and Peter, who had received a systematic education, showed his advantage. To maintain a sense of mystery, Sinuoli did not want to explain everything thoroughly, and at this time, the breadth of knowledge was crucial.

"Then, trustworthy merchants?"

"Too small, too small; people who make money through legitimate means!"

"He himself is not a human; I mean, not just Humans. Our sect is not just for humans; we welcome all Order races."

"What about Justice? Justice must be put first!"

"That would be, 'Order beings who make money through legitimate means'? Is that too long and too awkward?"

The Apostles became enthusiastic again; they knew Sinuoli had great ambitions and also knew that the stronger He was, the more divine power they could borrow. Likewise, they also knew that short and catchy things could be more widely spread among the lower and middle classes.

"I think He means we don't need to be constrained by Wealth, and we can even downplay this part in the next phase. Perhaps we can directly benchmark against Sigmar? Although He has no Authority or stories related to Wealth, merchants do not stop worshipping Him because of that."

Philip of Nuln put forward a different view; as an Engineer, his desire for wealth was limited, and he suggested adapting to local conditions by focusing on spreading the aspects of Sinuoli's Justice and Contracts.

"That is because He is the Emperor of Man, the guardian god of the Empire of Man..."

"No, His faith is overflowing; there are many of His small churches in the southern provinces!"

"Bretonnia has them too, spreading and extending through the various passes on the Grey Mountains and along with the Empire's goods and legends about the happy lives of the people."

Sinuoli did not speak, but merely gave Philip an encouraging smile. In practical application, the Wealth Authority performed no differently from the metal magic system; was this enough to deal with the brutal Northerners? He had no bottom line in his heart either.

"Big? How big is big? Directly Justice? Then the faith of the blind goddess Verena is indeed declining, but legend has it that she is the wife of Morr and the mother of the Lady of Mercy."

"Call your followers and hold an expanded meeting. Keep sublimating and refining; the one who satisfies me most will be heavily rewarded!"

Sinuoli knew that these guys rooted in the front lines of missionary work knew better what the people of the Old World needed, and he changed to doing what was necessary to deduce everything needed for the "God War."

"The bane of the wicked, the protector of the good. Good, this is good!"

The candle burned down for another three rounds. After constant iteration, just as the Apostles were about to throw themselves into the arms of Tzeentch, Sinuoli finally got a slogan that made his eyes light up. The stance was clear, the scope was wide enough, and it was catchy!

"Go back, take the resources back. Clarify the image and positioning of the God. I promise, my generosity will only be greater than you imagine!"

The Apostles boarded the special train to return north, leaving only Duoluomao of Tilea behind. Although the direction had been redefined and Wealth was no longer the priority, Sinuoli believed it was time to use a big move to tell the old guys of the Old World that a new force had arrived. Besides, squeezing a soft persimmon could also accumulate valuable experience for chewing on hard bones later.

"He is good at fraud and deception; there is a legend that He obtained His Godhood by cheating. Although it is not enough to be taken as evidence, the closer you get to the core, the more distorted your intelligence will be."

"Please give your instructions."

"Do not slacken in collection and infiltration; I will mobilize all resources to weaken Him. Hehe, either He won't be able to hold it in, or He will be weakened to the point where He cannot hide. Take this; don't get your head cut off before the time comes."

Sinuoli took out a bead. As his divine power increased day by day and he was targeted by the Four Gods, the Mortal Bulwark, a treasure that had helped him win by surprise many times, was becoming less and less useful.