Oracle!

In the temple, the blazing flames illuminated the surroundings, and low thunder rumbled above their heads. The orcs prostrated themselves, almost sticking their entire bodies to the ground.

They waited for the god's response with incomparable devotion.

At this moment, a solemn and grand voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"I, the God of Thunder and Fire, Celtic Tolomiphal Karo-chusto... accept your faith."

Along with the sound of thunder and fire, the god's solemn words were clearly transmitted to every devout believer.

And when all the orcs heard the name of the god, the same totem mark as on the altar condensed on their foreheads.

This was the recognition of the god, representing that they had become the most devout believers of the god.

The orcs were ecstatic.

It was also at this moment...

The totem marks on their foreheads shone with light. A ray of light flowed out from the totem and entered the bodies of the orcs.

At this moment...

All the orcs could clearly feel an unknown power enveloping them.

Especially the wounded, they could feel a strong vitality in their bodies. The wounds that were originally torn open by the sharp claws and fangs were now self-healing rapidly.

Not only that...

After their wounds were healed, the power was still improving their physiques.

Originally, these orcs were all relatively ordinary tier one creatures.

However, after the baptism, their physiques had improved quite a bit. Now, they had reached the mid level of tier one creature!

During the process of evolving their physiques, their bodies had also undergone a huge change. Their strong muscles could be seen expand once again, especially the muscles on their arms. They were actually bigger by one round than initially.

Even just by looking at them, one could clearly feel the terrifying power contained within.

Just as the other orcs were surprised by the changes in their bodies, the orc chief was feeling his spirit in shock.

He could clearly feel that his spirit had grown significantly.

The elements that he couldn't feel before now appeared in his eyes. Even his understanding of the world was starting to become clear.

"This is wisdom!"

The orc chief's pupils dilated.

He felt incredulous about the changes in him.

To the orc race, wisdom was an untouchable power. Any orc with 'wisdom' was an elder or even a chief of a tribe.

If this tribe had the totem of a god, then the orc with wisdom could become the most glorious 'shaman', responsible for conveying the will of the god.

Thinking of this, the orc chief's eyes became completely fanatical, and so did the other orcs. All of them began to kneel towards the altar, giving out the most respectful voices.

"Great God of Thunder and Fire, your humble believers thank you for your grace!"

...

"Ding!"

"You have received 100 points of faith power."

"You have received 100 points of faith power."

"You have received 100 points of faith power."

"..."

A series of notifications appeared on Lorne's interface again.

His power of faith was also increasing rapidly.

This was different from the first time he received it.

This time, it was because the believers' level of faith in god had increased. Therefore, a large amount of faith power was produced.

Originally, of the 43 orc believers, 28 were 'devout believers' and 15 were 'true believers'.

But now, all the 'devout believers' had become 'fanatics'. All the 'true believers' had become 'devout believers'.

This was definitely a huge harvest.

This was because the power of faith produced among the believers was different.

For example, true believers had three points per day, devout believers had five points, and the higher-level fanatics had 10 points!

In other words, the higher the level of faith the believers had, the more power of faith they would provide to the god.

Of course, the stronger the believers, the more power of faith they provided.

The gap between a tier one believer and a tier five believer was by several times, which could even be calculated by tenfold. They indeed could not be compared at all.

Let's not talk about this in detail for now.

What should be more important now was that Lorne had obtained a small fortune.

Moreover, these 'fanatic' orcs would also become Lorne's cash cow, bringing him a lot of 'power of faith' every day.

In other words, 28 fanatics would produce 280 points of 'power of faith' every day, and 15 devout believers would produce 75 points.

In total, there were 355 points!

A month was equivalent to 10,000 points, which was 120,000 points a year!

It was pretty good when he thought about it.

However, after Lorne calculated the conversion ratio of 'divine power', he had a headache.

This was because one point of 'divine power' required one million points of 'power of faith' to condense.

If it really continued at that rate, it would take nearly 10 years to condense one point.

To become a basic god, they would need 1,000 points of divine power. This would take tens of thousands of years to achieve a small goal.

"No wonder the lifespan of a god is endless."

Lorne shook his head and smiled.

For a young god like him who had just been born a day ago, it was still too early for him to raise his realm.

That was not something he should consider.

Lorne wasn't in a hurry either.

He retracted his thoughts, then looked at the orc chief and gave the order.

"The sacrifice will begin in seven days."

"The quality of the sacrifice can not be lower than tier two."

Hearing this, the orc chief replied sincerely, "Obey my god's order!"

After leaving the final order, the power of the god completely disappeared.

The god had left.

However, the orcs didn't immediately get up.

They continued to grovel on the ground. Only after five minutes did they respectfully leave the temple under the leadership of the orc chief.

"Lord Shaman, what is the final decree of the god?"

Some orcs asked respectfully.

This time, they called him 'shaman'. Among the races that had faith, 'shaman' had a higher status than the chief, especially when it came to the topic of 'faith'.

Looking at the newly-born orcs, the orc chief loudly roared, "Believers of our god, obey the will of the god. We will begin the sacrifice in seven days, and we will offer a tier two sacrifice!"

"Now --"

"Monde's warriors, let's go!"

The orc chief raised the battle axe in his hand, and the other orcs roared as well. More than half of them rushed into the forest and began to hunt.

Although their target this time was a powerful tier two monster, this group of strong orcs did not have any fear at all.

On the contrary, their eyes were filled with fanaticism.

As fighting for god was their greatest glory!!!