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... wn humanity.

Seeing the effect of this phrase, his first thought was of the Silver Moon Church’s divine secret skills.

The reason why ancient gods needed believers was because they needed “faith”.

And the essence of faith, Leonard came to understand after reading the Silver Moon Secret Book, was the directed belief of lower life forms.

The indescribable, incomprehensible, and unnameable qualities of the gods were not only their own, but also the collective mental ...

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