While most demigods had failed in their ascension, Leylin was the only one who'd succeeded. He'd spread his name throughout the multiverse, and even the most ignorant lich who hid in laboratories or hibernated had heard of the deeds of the God of Massacre, the Lord of Devils.
The first three levels of Baator that rippled with golden light were proof of Leylin's unfathomable strength.
The Nine Hells of Baator had undergone huge changes due to Leylin's arrival.
The fallen souls would follow the River Styx to the fourth level of Baator, where Phlegethos would be ruled by Samael.
Only the souls of Leylin's worshippers would be brought into his divine kingdom after their deaths.
In other words, Leylin had used the souls of his own worshippers to replace the channel for fallen souls in the Primordial Contract.
Once this foundation was overturned, Asmodeus could no longer extend his hand into the first three planes.
However, compared to the fallen souls in the world, Leylin's worshippers were still very few. Even with the faith of the entire native empire, it was still far from the income of the first three levels of Baator.
However, Leylin didn't care about this at all.
His divine kingdom needed to be cleaned up, and having too many devils wasn't a good thing. Asmodeus might have always dreamed of becoming the Lord of Devils, but that wasn't his goal.
Few worshippers in the human world would want to become lesser devils after death.
"My God!"
The burning steel city at the heart of Dis had disappeared, replaced by a land of birdsong and fragrant flowers. It was like a paradise.
A holy mountain made of white jade towered into the clouds, and a large church stood on it.
Many petitioners prayed piously and thanked their god for his grace, the golden power of faith illuminating the entire sky.
Tiff quickly walked into the church and bowed to Leylin on the throne.
"The original Burning Legion and other devils have been reorganised. The number of devils willing to obey us is …"
A series of figures came out of Tiff's mouth, and Leylin's eyebrows twitched.
In an instant, he'd managed to deduce everything Tiff had said.
The first three levels of Baator had now become Leylin's territory. Devils that didn't obey him were either banished or slaughtered, becoming nourishment for his divine kingdom.
Those that could survive until now were naturally Leylin's worshippers.
Of course, the belief of the devil was a very laughable thing to begin with.
"Yes!
You've done well! "
Leylin nodded, confirming Tiff's work, "Besides, moving the church to Baator was just a temporary measure.
You have to be prepared. We can't give up on the intelligence network we've built in the prime material plane … "
To all gods, the prime material plane was the biggest cake and the main source of faith.
Although he'd moved Debanks Island and the native empire into his divine kingdom, he couldn't give up on the faith in the prime material plane.
He was now a True God!
He wouldn't be afraid of competing with the churches of other Gods. Priests could obtain a complete set of level 0 to 9 divine spells. This was the biggest difference between a [True God] and a [False God]. Now was the best time to expand his faith.
"Yes, sir!
Your will is our destiny! "
Tiff respectfully accepted Leylin's decree.
"Yes!
Also.
As for the propaganda and description of the God Nation, I will take you to see it for yourself … "
With a thought, space shifted, and he and Tiff arrived high up in the sky. In the divine kingdom, Leylin was everything!
Nothing could stop his will.
Describing the divine kingdom of a true god was an important task for Tiff, the pope who'd once entered the divine kingdom.
"Basically … All living beings yearn for a beautiful life. Even gods can't reject their wishes …" Leylin said softly.
Tiff gazed into the distance.
Tiff gazed into the distance. The originally dangerous environment of Dis had turned into a plain, with lush green shrubs and weeds dotting the surroundings.
It was now filled with the vitality of life.
With Leylin's modifications, it wasn't just Dis. Even Avernus and Minauros' environment had changed. The barren land had become fertile.
There were no longer many dangerous environments.
In other words, it was a transformation from hell to the mortal realm. In the future, it might even become heaven.
"Those who believe in me look forward to ascending to heaven after death, obtaining a beautiful life. They're willing to pay the price of their faith. This is the contract between the gods and them.
Even greater gods can't go against it … "
Leylin waved his hand, and a few images appeared.
On a fertile piece of land, a few native petitioners were hard at work farming.
Since Leylin had only ascended to godhood a short time ago, there weren't many worshippers who had died. Dis's core was more than enough to accommodate them all.
Leylin had cleared out a large area of farmland, and the worshippers only had to work a little before heavy rice and fruits grew from the soil.
Many of the petitioners had tears in their eyes as they prayed in the direction of the holy mountain, thanking Leylin for the miracle.
"This is …"
Tiff looked at Leylin in shock.
"After becoming a petitioner, I can't just sit around and do nothing. Praying all day long will only lead to decay, rigidity, and even destruction …"
Leylin smiled, his eyes glinting with wisdom, "So … I gave them the chance to work, to let them understand the principle of giving something in return. Of course, this is my kingdom, and I control the laws of the land. They only need to put in a tenth of their effort to obtain ten times, or even a hundred times the original. Even the laziest of people won't have to worry about food or clothing …" Tiff listened attentively.
The construction of the divine kingdom was part of Leylin's understanding of the path of faith. As the pope, he had to be consistent with a true god at all times.
"Also … A sense of superiority comes from comparison. To let my worshippers understand how difficult it is to live such a luxurious life, I've prepared this for them …"
Leylin teleported with Tiff, arriving at the borders of the divine kingdom. It still retained the vile environment of hell.
Many lesser devils, soul shells, imps, chain devils, bone devils, and other greater devils wore chains on their feet. They howled and shrieked as they moved rocks filled with flames like slaves, creating many sceneries and fortresses.
"These are devils that resist me. I've purposely preserved a portion of them …"
At this moment, an imp screamed from the heat of the flames and fell to the ground. The supervising devil hunter walked forward expressionlessly, a whip filled with holy energy lashing down.
* Crack!
The pure and holy purifying power of the whip was an even more terrifying punishment for the devils than the barbs and the poisonous hooks. The little devil that was whipped immediately had its flesh and blood splattered. It screamed miserably, causing the surrounding devils to shiver.
"These devil slaves will be in charge of all the infrastructure in the divine kingdom. They won't have any power … Every time the souls of new worshippers come to the divine kingdom, they can be brought around …"
Leylin's lips curled up in a smile that was hard to detect.
Like the divine kingdoms of other gods, all worshippers were treated the same. They obtained eternal life and did nothing, unable to unearth all their potential.
However, it was different for him. With these low-level devil slaves as a comparison, the believers would find that the place they lived in was indeed heaven. The cohesiveness and the increased power of faith would be enough for him to earn a fortune.
"For the souls of the new believers, I'm going to give them two choices!"
Leylin and Tiff were expressionless towards the pressure below, as if they did not see it at all.
They were all determined people and had seen this kind of thing many times. As long as it was beneficial to them, they would do it without flinching.
However, Leylin still brought Tiff back to the church on the Holy Mountain and told him his plans.
"The most common way is to live in the divine kingdom as petitioners, and live with me forever … If they want to join my army, they can turn into devils and follow the laws left behind by Baator. That's a very simple matter …" Leylin's eyes lit up as he looked at Leylin.
"Also … I want to deal with the original devils like this …"
Leylin waved his hand, and the pit fiend Azlok appeared, causing Tiff to cry out in alarm.
Of course he'd seen this devil commander before, but now his form had changed. His translucent body emitted a faint golden light, causing Tiff to feel a sense of familiarity with him. He knew that this devil's essence had changed.
"Master …"
Azlok's eyes were filled with fanaticism as he piously bowed to Leylin.
"Have you discovered anything?"
Leylin looked at Tiff.
"This is … a holy spirit!" Tiff muttered.
"Mm!
I've changed the form of the devil army, giving them the characteristics of petitioners. From now on, they will be the guards of my divine kingdom … If my worshippers want to change, they'll take this form as well … "
The original devils were obviously useless, but if they became petitioners, Leylin could greatly expand the strength of his subordinates and also provide them with faith.
Leylin, who was an Archdevil, a true god, and a Magus of laws, could finally transform devils into petitioners with his own experience and knowledge, as well as the help of the A.I. Chip.
With this, the original resources could be put to good use, and there was no longer the problem of estrangement between the two groups.
"Hence … Worshippers will still be petitioners after coming to the divine kingdom. These devils are just an external manifestation of their power, just like the emissaries from heaven …"
Tiff's eyes brightened, and he quickly thought of an excuse.
"Mm!
Let's go with your idea … "
Leylin waved his hand, sending Tiff away.
(To be continued.)