Because Shirek is just that powerful, no matter how many people there scoff at the fact that Shirek, whom they revere, was driven half-mad by the Divine Artifact "Shire Scripture" he created, they cannot deny Shirek's existence.

The reason, being able to weave lies and murder to drive madness through thought to powerful divine power, isn't that a powerful symbol of strength?

So they yearn, endlessly yearn for all of this.

"Praise my lord Shirek, He is the supreme, the most powerful god, unstoppable, unchallengeable!"

"Praise my lord Shirek, He is the supreme, the most powerful god, unstoppable, unchallengeable!"

"Praise my lord Shirek, He is the supreme, the most powerful god, unstoppable, unchallengeable!"

Shirek's Death March called out Shirek's true name over and over, accompanied by the calls, their spirit and energy unified as one.

At this moment, the faith of these loyal followers originally following Shirek seemed to have been kneaded together by the Prince of Lies at this moment.

If Kael saw such a scene, he would certainly think of a book that has been circulating in the Human Federation in a previous life —

"The Crowd: A Study of the Popular Mind"

When the majority in the crowd choose to blindly follow the power of the deity, those who originally seemed to have a rational existence will also gradually merge into the crowd at this moment, becoming one of the countless rabble.

It is in such circumstances that everything they originally believed in at this moment has all been transformed into the shape of Shirek.

This group that still somewhat retains self-awareness, through the repetitive chanting, have all completed their own transformation from body to spirit.

They… became petitioners.

In the sky, countless streams of light flickered, and as the streams of light flickered, a wall of sighs constructed by the army of petitioners seemed to be blocking everything behind the barrier.

No one can cross this barrier, to touch the reality behind.

This is the terror of the army of petitioners, no matter how many years have passed, the army of petitioners has not been replaced, precisely because they themselves have reached the ultimate stage in a certain domain as a monster army.

This is a group that seems like they might still be alive, but in reality has become Death March, horrifying existences that have become slaves to faith.

But…

Though it's pitiful, the power they possess is so strong, not powerful in themselves, but because their power flows through the network of faith, into the body of a chosen one or Divine Favored.

Especially now the one controlling this Divine Favored's body, is none other than the deity they trust the most, Shirek!

This invisible terror of mutually reinforcing power is something beyond normal human understanding.

Yet under such immense power that seemed capable of tearing every visible threat, the eyes of Shirek occupying the body of the Divine Favored showed a subtle change.

"Ah~ ah~ so this is how it is! No wonder I have always felt restricted during action, so it was you! So the one who has been assisting him from behind, is you!

This is really too much! Evidently from principle, we gods are considered your children too, but why must you take away my most precious child?

He is my Divine Favored, my most beloved Divine Favored! Only him, and no one else, even you, I will not yield!"

Shirek, the Prince of Lies, uttered words that were unclear, yet at this moment, as if the world had issued something, dark clouds filled the sky, the earth trembled and shook, under unprecedented fearsome power twisting, it was as if an earth dragon was turning, the sky instantly surrounded by countless rock layers.

"So that's it, by conquering the Dungeon, rationally obtaining the [Map Editor], then creating a terrain absolutely impossible in reality, and once it appears, it quickly destroys to achieve the tactical attack effect of sky falling and ground cracking?"

Shirek's eyes showed admiration, then his smile became more ferocious.

But it was useless, because at the moment the [Map Editor] altered the surface of Shirek's Death March, the originally supporting four massive pillars of rock shattered under the mountain load's pressure.

Under an unprecedented combat style, the Ranger Commander Jonathan completed an attack surpassing Nine Rings Magic —

Under the use of the Map Editor, piled the crust of an area together and smashed down.

Such terrifying impact force, even with Shirek possessing the Divine Favored, couldn't possibly bear the crust's weight, and was crushed deep below at this moment.

In the deep underground, surrounding layers of rocks, Shirek watched the group struggling to support the Mobile Church with a rare look of disappointment, but this expression quickly vanished, replaced by a cool sternness.

He could feel the burden of this terrifying power on the Mobile Church, and such a burden when shifted onto each petitioner's body, while it could alleviate pressure to some extent, was only to a certain extent.