"Sir, that's the situation, if we can't control this virtual world, our faith is bound to be affected. The nobility of various nations will no longer easily submit to our commands."

Karan raised his head: "And so? What do you plan to do?"

"Of course, mobilize the temple's power to demand they seize control of their virtual world and the Magic Net."

Karan's expression changed instantly; years of self-cultivation and restraint couldn't contain the sudden outburst of anger.

"Is this all you have to say? The goal is purely for your own interests, without any regard for the Divine's majesty."

The people around were stunned, wondering what was happening; weren't they talking about that guy Zhao Guang? How did it suddenly turn into their own issue? "Sir, what do you mean by this?"

Karan was too lazy to waste words; after all, in his heart, how could this possibly affect the Divine?

It's just an illusory world, all fake; even if one enters it after death, what does it matter? Does it have any effect on the Divine? Absolutely not.

If Zhao Guang were here, he would understand what's going on, because the level is different.

Karan was always lofty and could never know what the people at the bottom were like. To him, everything about the Divine was better than this virtual world, so naturally, everyone would choose it.

In fact, there was no alternative in Karan's mind; believing in the Divine is right, it's the way it should be.

Conversely, he couldn't understand why so many people would choose to worship the Evil God.

But what these people in front of him did was something he could understand: power struggles were something he had seen countless times. Spreading falsehoods, did they really think this demigod was an idiot?

"Give me a copy of your recent campaign records."

"But sir, that record..." Looking into Karan's eyes, the person in front gradually fell silent.

There was no choice; the person in front of them was the ultimate authority, and they didn't dare to speak nonsense.

Finally, as they all exchanged looks and hesitated, someone finally stepped forward. Although he didn't speak, there had been countless exchanges of glances.

After much dawdling, the item was finally delivered, and Karan did not say a word as he waited there.

Seeing what was in front of him, Karan flipped through it: "This isn't complete; do you think I spend all day cultivating and don't understand anything?"

"Dare not, dare not." The others quickly lowered their heads.

Although they were from the temple, in reality, those strong practitioners seldom dealt with these matters.

The priests were constantly praying and studying doctrines, or preaching, and although their power came from the Divine, they spent even more time on these activities than others did on cultivation.

The knights practiced Combat Energy, honing their bodies in addition to praying.

But who would have thought that, due to Karan's background, he was well aware of these things.

Anyone who could cultivate to a demigod wasn't a fool; they might just be unfamiliar with certain matters. As soon as they understood a little, it would be nearly impossible to deceive them.

The previous person quickly said, "I only brought the core parts; the rest was too much and hard to organize. I'll bring everything over now." Under Karan's disdainful gaze, that person hurried out again.

This time he moved much faster, yet they still couldn't manage to alter the documents.

In a flustered state, they couldn't hide any alterations, and doing such things in front of a demigod was simply courting death.

"No need, take me to the archive room; I will search personally."

Not relying on these people, Karan headed directly to the archive room. Behind him, many people's faces changed dramatically. Although many documents were embellished, any discerning person could still easily see through them.

Now they regretted not burning the archive room earlier, resulting in this trouble.

As a demigod, Karan multitasked with ease and quickly found various records.

The more he read, the worse Karan's expression became. Although he knew the local temple was not clean, he never imagined it was to this extent.

"So, this is what you all have been doing?" Karan threw some documents on the ground.

These were recent; he didn't bother sorting the older records slowly, but recent matters concerning the battle against the Evil God Temple were entirely different. These guys were completely disobeying his orders.

This not only violated his commands but also trampled on the majesty of the Divine.

"You attack the Evil God Camp just to eliminate dissidents, for your own interests. What about Divine faith, what about the world's order? No wonder even with demigods on your continent, they won't cooperate with you, just look at what you've done."

Their actions were simply a disgrace to the Divine.

Under the banner of the Divine, people still disregarded it, and it was no wonder.

If it were him, he'd attack the temple himself, and no wonder the mages didn't want to associate with them.

Previously, to cleanse the Klein Empire's temple, they sent those temple personnel to the battlefield. Now almost all are dead, which was fine since the problem there was severe anyway.

But after that, they placed their people there.

Even without noble management, they still formed their temple family management model. To protect their own, to maintain their power, they ended up in a stalemate with the Evil God Temple.

With such a stalemate, the Evil God Temple could massively spread its belief.

Karan didn't care about the common people's lives, but the spread of Evil God belief would severely impact the supremacy of the Divine's faith.

On the Borick Continent, the Evil God Temple was too powerful, forcing constant contention and struggle.

But here, did they have such an advantage and yet continue to give the enemy opportunities?

Seeing the people before him, Karan couldn't be bothered to say more: "Very well, since you've already betrayed the Divine's faith, I'll clean you out personally."

The people around quickly knelt, their faces pale: "Please, please give us another chance."

"Give you a chance? Who gives the followers a chance?" Karan's face no longer showed anger, but everyone could easily feel the rage.

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