<h4>Chapter 1484: Name</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    Kieran didn’t reject Atrina’s suggestion right away, despite having the least intention of building himself a temple.


    Kieran knew how costly and troublesome it was to build a temple, plus he had to worry about the enemies in the dark, hence he couldn’t spare further attention to attend on such trivial matters.


    However, with an important enemy out of the way and words like ‘You will surpass every Old God of Naveya. Everyone thinks so, including me.’, Kieran was slightly moved.


    In the end, Kieran hadn’t given up on his thought of collecting the Power of Faith.


    So what else was more suitable to build a temple?


    Of course there were other matters to consider, like time, so after some thought, Kieran replied.


    “I just want a simple temple. No extravagant decorations, no grand and mourous hall. That ce... is good enough.”


    Kieran pointed at the small wooden house at the soldier camp.


    “THERE?!” Atrina was stunned when she saw the little wooden house.


    Atrina had expected trouble when she voiced her suggestion, but never had she thought the trouble would be this big.


    A crude temple in the form of a small wooden house. Even the False Gods of Yort Fields had better than this, let alone the one who was destined to surpass every Old God of Naveya!


    This should not happen! It could only be a joke!


    “Ryan, you are not joking right?” Atrina asked in a hurried tone.


    “No, I am serious,” Kieran replied firmly.


    “But this isn’t fitting to a temple...”


    “There is no fitting or not! A temple’s greatness and respect isn’t determined by the looks, it is determined by what stays there! I stayed in the wooden house before and it will be my temple!”


    Kieran then waved his hand at Atrina, brushing her off and climbing down the wall, Roffu behind him.


    The young soldier showed even more admiration to Kieran after that, always thinking the man he followed was extraordinary.


    Not just strong, but also possessing virtues others didn’t.


    The little scene that happened proved his thoughts right once again.


    The person... the God before his eyes was the one that he would follow for the rest of his life.


    ‘I will be the sword in your hand, cutting away the brambles.


    I will be the shield in your hand, shielding you from the arrow rain.’


    Kieran faintly sensed the fanatical beliefs but he didn’t stop. The smell that he picked up in the kitchen ahead of him hastened his steps.


    Kieran reminded the young soldier behind him.


    “Follow up, Roffu.”


    “Yes, Your Majesty!”


    The two of them entered the kitchen quickly.


    Atrina, looking at them from the walls, couldn’t help but shake her head.


    She knew he had to spend more effort and thought to deal with this, otherwise her hard efforts would surely fall short! And she would not ept failure as the final oue!


    “A temple’s greatness and respect isn’t determined by it’slooks, it is determined by what stays there? As expected, only you can say something like that and it is because of you I am willing to bet everything that I have!”


    Unconsciously, Atrina curled her lips into a smile. She then walked to the small wooden house.


    Then, she knelt down and prayed softly.


    “The valiant and fearless.


    The strong and noble.


    Your name will be branded in thend.


    Your voice will echo in the skies.


    You are the divine that will save the despair.


    You are the God that will shine in darkness.”


    You owned the fire, you swing the greatsword and wield the de; you once lingered in darkness and selfless at light.


    You are the Lord of Shadow Glory.


    The raven is your messenger; the white wolf is your emissary; the shadow is your servant.


    And we will be your eternal followers.”


    A clear and sonorous voice came from Atrina, sounding like a hymn yet a poem, spreading throughout the camp within a breath’s time.


    Everyone in the camp was swiftly attracted over.


    Nelson the Outpost Master was the first to kneel down beside her.


    Pelder, the original archpriest of Harvest also walked over like amon old folk. Even without an arm, he knelt down beside Nelson with a stern look.


    The Gods of Naveya had fallen, it wasn’t a secret anymore.


    The demigod had Ryan saved them from destruction, toppled the schemes of the God of Lightning; these were facts, therefore there was no need for hesitance.


    The three of them knelt down first, then the knights from Naveya, the deacons, the priests also naturally joining them; they knelt down further behind Atrina.


    The Sand Counter and the wise man of Yort Field, Luphus, also realized the benefits of kneeling, grabbing his student and joining the fray.


    Luphus shamelessly dragged his student and knelt behind Nelson.


    The kneeling group was divided into four lines as the numbers started to grow.


    The first was Atrina’s.


    The second was Nelson and Pelder’s.


    The third was Luphus and Eden’s.


    The fourth line had the most people, almost a hundred to be precise, and they became the strongest voice of the singing that followed. None of them had learned the prayers, all they did was listen to Atrina’s prayers once and everyone could utter the same words skillfully.


    Further away, the soldiers and workers were slightly stunned, but when the white brilliance appeared, they too joined the prayers.


    Some from Yort Fields even shouted ‘Miracle!’


    Their prayers flew up to the sky, piercing the clouds and echoing throughout heaven.


    The ground shook and theke rippled.


    Even Bloody Mary, who was currently far away from Arya Outpost, faintly felt the prayers, for it was Kieran’s contractee.


    It sensed that its contractor was sitting in the kitchen drinking a bowl of rich beef stew while the prayers with the Power of Faith surrounded the kitchen. Bloody Mary could even feel the rich vour of the stew, the oiliness of the beef and how it mixed together with ck pepper, producing a special taste. One would gulp down saliva unconsciously based on the description alone.


    Unconsciously, Bloody Mary’s throat was moving back and forth, saliva swallowed down repeatedly, but...


    Pak!


    The thick icy wind was like the cruelest hand with the fiercest p as it smashed the High Demon’s face.


    It wasn’t that it didn’t want to transform into its illusory form, but it couldn’t. After it passed through Weiss Valley and entered Rinya Mountains, everything changed.


    Bloody Mary’s abilities were limited and more importantly, the weather took a drastic turn: everything was freezing in the mountains.


    What’s worse was Bloody Mary lost sight of the convoy from Thorn Temple.


    However, the worst was just about to begin.


    Amid the blizzard, a figure slowly walked into Bloody Mary’s sight, causing it to shrink its gaze and halt its steps unconsciously.


    A dry smile appeared on its ugly face, saying “Good morning, Lady Vanessa.”