Chapter 604: On Blood

"He is not the of blood, and there is no way to talk about blasphemy."
Zhao Shi, whose body is vague, is extremely calm, and his words are slowly spreading to the ears of billions of sentient beings like a clear spring in summer.
It seems to be a natural privilege, not to be disturbed by any noisy voices and various other weird methods.
There was a silence, and more and more violent resentments rose.
"Mocking God! Death!"
"Here! Heretic!"
"It's not ours, it must be destroyed!"
They are angry, they resent, they think.
The gods are majestic. Above them, he is originally an ant on the ground, and any bad thoughts about the gods raised in his heart are sins.
Suspecting the gods is already the highest sin!
The resentment gathered into a wave, and the world moved according to the rules of the cornerstone. The speed at which Zhao Shi's body became transparent suddenly accelerated, half of his body had disappeared, and his sense of existence became weaker and weaker.
This is beyond cause and effect, and involves the extinction of the soul's origin level!
The holy light around the blurred figure on the throne is thicker, more majestic, and aloft. According to the nine-day stars, it is eternal and immortal, and will not disappear until the world is destroyed.
As Zhao Shi disappeared a little bit, his throne became higher and higher, farther and farther from mortals, and more and more majestic. His body gradually turned into a unique phenomenon, and mortals could no longer look directly at his real body. .
This kind of vagueness dared to take a sudden stop, a force forcibly pulled him back a bit, trying to be clear, and watching him carefully without letting go of his eyelashes.
See if he is what he thinks, loves, and respects in his heart.
In the vast ocean of blood made up of billions of foundation stones, dots of blood light up. There are men and women, old and young, and they wear blood church priest robes.
The short coat, made of linen cloth, can roll up the trouser legs at any time, work in the field, work in the factory, and pick up the sword on the battlefield.
Not gorgeous at all, not majestic at all, and the same style as the gods they serve in the middle of the country and on the battlefield.
The simple style is completely different from the majesty and sacredness on the tall throne, and the high gods.
This kind of constantly appearing stars and dots are roughly divided into two piles, one with more than 100,000 people, and the other with millions.
The group of more than 100,000 people without the brightest and most pious faith, but their average quality is terribly high.
In this ocean of blood faith composed of billions of cornerstones, it often takes hundreds of thousands of millions of people to find someone as bright as them.
The bunch of light spots that are constantly appearing among millions of people are in a completely different state. There are all kinds of levels, showing a pyramidal distribution. The bottom person is relatively the dimmer, and the brightest person is more than a hundred thousand more than that bunch. All people must light up.
There are only more than three million people in these stars, which is insignificant compared to the billions of cornerstones of the world, both in number and the power of belief.
Before that, they also had doubts in their hearts, but all their voices were suppressed by dozens of times of their companions and the majestic gods in the sky.
They were restricted by the layers of old methods that the gods on the throne learned from other old gods, and their voices alone could not be transmitted to the outside. They also looked for similar people with the same ideas as their own, and gathered everyone's strength together.
"pagan!"
"God blasphemer!"
The appearance of these people made the eyes of the screaming frantically red and extremely angry.
Are you not our brothers and sisters?
Why should you doubt the gods?
This is blasphemy, the greatest blasphemy!
"Burn them to death! Kill them!"
There are believers who firmly believe in the gods on the throne roaring, and strong negative emotions are emitted, wanting to set off a wave of faith again and drown everything.
But this time, most of the believers became hesitant, and they were no longer completely determined before.
In their hearts, they still think that gods are high above and that they are humble like ants. There is nothing wrong with this.
But now they saw one of the three million little people standing up.
He is an uncle, who brought himself into the Church of Blood, told himself the great God of Blood, taught himself literacy, taught himself martial arts, and taught himself the principles of life.
She is Father Graeme, the priest of our El Village, who leads herself to baptism and gives herself spiritual comfort.
She is the priest in the West Street of Blanll. She drove away the barbarians and rescued us from slavery so that she could practice martial arts and teach herself the doctrine of the God of Blood.
...
God is right, there is no doubt about it.
He (she), the priest is also right, there is no doubt about the same.
Who is wrong?
On Zhao Shi's side, the general body disappeared and stopped blurring, maintaining a straight half-person shape from the center of the brow to the bottom of the crotch, his mouth opened and closed:
"The blood will sweep away the rotten world, and the blood will build a new heaven on earth."
"Blood is a thick body, a sharp sword, used to kill enemies that block the arrival of the new world."
"Blood is ourselves, and we never depend on anyone. Everything born from blood must serve us, not the other way around!"
Most of the billions of people are still ignorant and there is no change.
The light on the bodies of more than three million people is brighter, and they are closer to each other, and the order of the upper and lower sides is more tight and orderly.
"absurd!"
The majestic on the tall throne finally had to give up maintaining the ethereal sense of remoteness and personally end: "God, omnipotent, all lambs should obey God, and all shepherd dogs should be unconditionally driven by God."
"At the time of the flood of the last days, only the lamb of God and the loyal shepherd can board the boat."
Most of the people in the cornerstones of the billions of worlds showed a look of approval, as it should have been, and they totally agreed with this statement.
"The real lamb of God! Quickly take your sword, take your sickle, go to kill, go to snatch, give these heretics true death."
"The lamb who killed the most heretics will receive God's highest reward and become God's chosen people."
Most of the people among the cornerstones of the billions of worlds were extremely excited, looked at the millions of spots, hesitated for a moment, and shook their heads.
God is correct, and the priest is correct.
The two absolute logics were caught in a violent conflict, causing their souls to fall into a downtime situation, flashing and flashing, but there was no action.
There were more than tens of millions of believers who were absolutely loyal and did not hesitate to stand up, and chaotically killed the three million people who doubted God and dared to disobey.
Tens of thousands of troops came like a tide, rushed into the orderly, average strength several times their army formation, and bubble-like disillusionment, death, did not cause any fluctuations, and did not even cause any casualties.
They lost their voting rights in this big scene that determines the future of the world.
It is not so much absolute loyalty as it is too stupid and too short-sighted.
"Kill him, kill this who was born in the body of the great blood god, and continue to wait for our true in the future!"
Zhao Shi, who was only half left in the sky, gently waved the crimson sword in his hand.
"False god!"
"God evil!"
"kill!"
The three million well-ordered army pulled up the gold and red long swords at their waists, and stepped in a uniform pace to jointly kill the majestic gods high in the sky.
They will kill him and crush his throne to purify true faith.
The cornerstones of the billions of worlds are still in the midst of downtime, occasionally some who wake up to join the army of three million, and some who wake up and resolutely defend the gods.
The latter is dead immediately, insignificant and does not affect the overall situation.