According to this novel, no, according to the description of these manuscripts, Tende basically knows what the Church of the Devotees of the Divine is.

This church worships not Etemira, but Gelgara.

Yes, that crazy god Gelgara.

If not for the fact that the language of the New Country doesn't allow for puns, Tende would definitely call them the "Crazy God Church."

The things written in these manuscripts are numerous and miscellaneous, basically things that a respectable person wouldn't write.

After reading through them, Tende extracted some important things from them.

They worship the mad god, not for the sake of worshiping His position, but for worshiping the chaos that He represents as "equality."

In the chaotic thoughts of the mad god Gelgara, there is no distinction between god and human.

Thus, the Church of the Devotees of the Divine has a very important goal - to have a heart-to-heart conversation with the divine.

This sounds a bit pretentious, and it may be difficult for many people to understand, so it should be explained in a more accessible way.

Ahem, in other words, the ultimate goal of the Crazy God Church is to "make mortals the same as gods."

To twist this goal a bit more, the people of the Church of the Devotees of the Divine attempt to become gods themselves.

The recipients of the bestowment are the intermediate product for achieving this goal.

Want to become a god? That's quite an exotic world traditional skill, and at the moment, Tende feels powerless to comment on it.

He seriously remembers that in both the original world and the present world, there are always such groups.

But that's normal, just like some people wanting to conquer the world, there's nothing wrong with wanting to become a god.

Tende also has a grand goal, which is to become a great detective.

"What are you looking at so happily?" Bernie looked at Tende strangely.

When Tende was reading the manuscripts, he had a very interested expression.

It must be said that his appearance made Bernie very curious and he really wanted to know what was written in the manuscripts.

"It's a journey of a priest in the Church of the Devotees of the Divine, plus some daily trivial matters," Tende said quietly.

Tende wasn't lying, these manuscripts were not some top secret documents at all.

They were purely like diaries, but seeing how meticulous he wrote, and how he even typeset them, it seemed like he wanted to publish them?

Unfortunately, that didn't happen, otherwise Tende would definitely queue up to buy them.

"Ah, this time I'm getting closer and closer to Etemira, I feel like I'll definitely be able to buy a winning ice cream today." Tende imitated the tone of the person and read a sentence from the manuscript.

"What the heck is that?" Bernie was shocked, wondering how something like this could be read with such interest.

"I'll show you when we get back, you'll understand the Church of the Devotees of the Divine better after reading it." Tende raised the manuscript in his hand and said.

"No need, I already know a lot about the bestowment recipients."

"It's not the recipients, it's the Church of the Devotees of the Divine." Tende corrected Bernie.

From reading this kind of detailed reading material, more things could be understood.

Those that were too general and broad were only good for enlightenment.

"Have you noticed that something is off here?" Bernie asked.

"From the moment we came in, something has been off here." Tende answered casually.

"When we passed by earlier, besides the ashes of the recipients, there was nothing else." Bernie said in a deep voice.

There were other things, including blood and some other things that were inconvenient to mention in detail.

"Bernie, an Image phenomenon doesn't necessarily mean horror, they only represent imagination."

Tende only knew half of it, but when he said these words, he had an authoritative appearance.

But what he said was not wrong, sometimes Image phenomena can appear very eerie and horrifying, because things of "imagination" can be like that sometimes.

But for the most part, imagination is primarily absurd, not horrifying.

The place they were in, although peaceful, did not seem terrifying.

If it weren't for the recipients that jumped out, Tende even thought that this was a very nice tourist spot.

Although there weren't many visitors, the building itself was very grand and spacious.

"Wait, don't look any further." Bernie blocked Tende from moving forward.

"What's wrong?" Tende was looking at it happily, not knowing why Bernie didn't want him to see."We...seem to have come to the right place," Bernie's tone was complicated.

Finding the right path in this complex place should be a happy thing, but why did Bernie's tone sound so strange?

Tende looked up and instantly understood.

He opened his mouth, and the manuscript in his hand scattered on the ground.

In normal circumstances, he would definitely bend down to pick it up, but he couldn't do that now.

Where Tende was standing now was a place no less impressive than the Layton City Grand Hall.

In this place, there was a huge altar.

There were many candles on the side of the altar, as well as a plentiful feast.

The candles were still burning, and the food was fresh.

Golden threads adorned the raised white cloth.

But the altar itself was not the most remarkable thing; what was shocking was the presence on the altar.

A giant monster lay horizontally on the altar, in an oddly lazy posture.

It looked like an enlarged recipient, but upon closer inspection, one would find that it was very different from a recipient.

It looked more "great", yes, that was the word.

It was a creature with the head of a sheep and the body of a human, but it also resembled a withered tree, with many withered branches and tendrils.

It had no muscles, but its dense, fiber-like structure made it appear full of strength.

And you say it looks like a withered tree, but it has snow-white wool, and these hairs intertwine with the branches and tendrils.

Now it can be confirmed that this monster lying on the side of the altar is not breathing, nor does it have any vitality.

It is like an inanimate object, or rather, it is an inanimate object.

This is the only monster they have seen so far that has not been reduced to ashes.

It is not terrifying, but it constantly emits a sense of immense pressure.

How to describe this sense of pressure? Tende felt it was like when he broke a bowl in his childhood and saw his father's reaction.

"Hurry...go..." Tende and Bernie heard a weak voice.

Following the sound, they found a girl entangled in countless withered branches and tendrils.

The girl was tightly bound to a nearby pillar, with only a part of her face showing.

"She's an Anthem Hunter hunter," Bernie said.

"She's the sheriff who captured me," Tende said.

Then they looked at each other and both had the same thought - "What the hell are you saying?"

But it didn't matter, Tende didn't intend to dwell on it.

After hearing the girl's words, Tende grabbed Bernie's arm without hesitation and said, "Run."

When someone reminds you, don't stupidly ask why.

Unfortunately, even though Tende was so decisive, he was still a bit slow.

The monster on the altar suddenly opened its eyes and revealed its three-lobed pupils.