The Great Baptism was about to begin.
The old woman looked at Liu Zheng standing in front of the Twisted Saint with excitement in her eyes.
How many years had it been since so many had failed to attempt it since the former Church elder's failure?
It wasn't that the remaining congregants were not devout, but that the Church could no longer afford to lose any more people.
Fortunately, the Great Baptism didn't necessarily have to be performed by someone from the Church, as long as the person was willing.
Considering this foreigner's ease in enduring the enhanced needle baptism, there was a chance this Great Baptism could be successful.
"We're ready to start."
The old woman said to the helmet man.
The helmet man nodded and dragged over a large box that had been prepared earlier.
With a press of a button, the box unfolded like a Rubik's cube into twelve faces, each storing a different kind of torture device.
