Chapter 2758: Got you!

This is a little aristocrat with a noble origin and experienced ups and downs in his early years.
I almost drowned when I was young, and when I was young, I had food poisoning and almost lost my life.
The only lucky thing is that he inherited the family's territory and his income is OK.
The aristocracy of the backward age, life is not as good as imagined, life is monotonous and poor.
The benefits of being a nobleman are, at best, no shortage of food and clothing, and you don't have to worry about getting your wife.
Of course, compared to ordinary people, it can still be regarded as colorful, and it can be easier to get satisfaction after having power.
In addition to these incidents, the little nobleman has never had any particularly exciting experience in his life.
People to middle-aged little nobles suddenly got a serious illness, one step away from death.
Just when he was desperate and ready to die, a temple missionary came to his home.
The missionary told the little noble that, as long as he swears his belief in a certain Lord God in public in accordance with his own requirements, he will have the opportunity to receive the gift of the gods, and thus to eliminate diseases that are fatal.
The little aristocrat did not have any belief in his life. He was doubtful about the missionary's statement, and even felt that the other party had other plans.
It was just that he had fallen ill and had no right to choose at all. He could only hold a ceremony in accordance with the other party's statement and swear to be a believer of the gods in the large court.
A miracle-like thing happened. When the little noble was sworn to be a believer in the spirit, there was a light falling in the sky, and the little noble was wrapped in it.
Sudden changes occurred, and the onlookers who were stunned didn't know what to do.
Only the missionary kept his calm smile and shouted words of thanks to God for his blessing.
Soon the light dissipated, and the original face was ashes, and a little aristocracy would die at any time, even becoming younger.
As for the diseases that plagued the little aristocracy, they have been completely cured, and the little aristocrat who had to support him on foot has now become more comfortable.
The onlookers were shocked. They proactively knelt on the ground and prayed to become believers in the gods.
This event spread and became a real miracle, even recorded in the temple.
As a bystander, Tang Zhen was able to feel the performance of the event from beginning to end.
It wasn't the little aristocrat who acted, the audience was even more confused, and the only person who knew was the missionary monk.
He used special methods to attract the blessing of the gods and showed a miracle in public.
The missionary monk has ordinary strength, but can perform the blessing of the gods, which is obviously not his ability.
Tang Zhen became interested in the missionary, set his perspective on him, and traced his fate.
Soon he saw a scene where the missionary was located in a temple surrounded by many missionary believers dressed like him.
On the high platform in front, an old monk with a majestic face is telling something to everyone.
Tang Zhen couldn't hear the sound, but was able to guess what the old monk was telling through the other person's mouth.
It turned out that they were planning a major event, preparing to artificially create some miracles, thereby increasing the number of believers.
The method of creating miracles is to sacrifice the gods by special means and unexpectedly obtain a batch of divine grace.
As long as the rune is activated, it can lead to the grace of God and artificially create a miracle.
Seeing here, Tang Zhen already knew the reason why the little noble was cured, and it turned out that he used special props.
The method is not clever, but it is very effective, the more it is in the era of obscurity.
Seeing this, Tang Zhen put his consciousness on the old man who spoke, and wanted to see what kind of means the other party used to get a rune that could create miracles.
The change of perspective becomes Tang Zhen without any hesitation, looking along the line of the opponent's destiny.
Until a scene appeared in front of him, Tang Zhen stopped fast crossing and watched it seriously.
In the center of the huge and primitive altar, there is a deep pit in which countless bodies float.
Look at the body dress, obviously all prisoners of war.
Many more prisoners of war were with ropes, forcibly driven to the altar, and then the executioners cut their throats with obsidian knives.
It was sacrificed with living people, brutal and bloody.
Such a dark and cruel scene was sacrificed to an orthodox who stood in the middle of the blood pool with a compassionate smile on his face.
Around the blood pool, there were priests and monks wearing runic robes and masks.
They chanted aloud, with pious expressions on their faces, and turned a blind eye to the wailing of the prisoners of war.
As the blood accumulated deeper and more dead bodies were floating, the solemn and huge idol began to react slowly.
In the calm pool of blood, a string of bubbles constantly appeared, as if boiling in a very short time.
Things that resemble blood vessels tend to form rapidly on the surface of the blood pool, and then, like a swimming poisonous snake, go straight to the idol and twine away.
The moment he touched the idol, the blood vessels of the urn climbed up immediately, and the surface of the idol was covered in a short time.
Originally carrying a bit of weird idols, it looks very eerie at this moment, and seems to exude an inexplicable evil breath.
The priests and monks around the blood pool, all of them showed excited expressions, and involuntarily accelerated the speed of recitation.
At the same time staring at the idol, his eyes were full of desire, as if he was a slave driven by desire.
For them, this is the response of the gods, the result they are desperately expecting.
You must seize the opportunity to let the gods know what they want, and then pray for the grace of God!
In order to ensure that the goal can be achieved, more prisoners of war are pushed to the edge of the blood pool, beheaded and pushed into the blood pool.
However, in a short period of time, nearly a thousand prisoners of war were beheaded and killed.
This is the price of dealing with the gods. Only with a sufficient number of sacrifices can the gods pay attention to the ants.
The blood vessels in the blood pool became denser, and those blood vessels in the idol began to extend towards the inside of the idol.
If you look closely, you will find that in the eyes of the idol, there is a gloomy light flickering.
"Oh!"
A sound like a heartbeat came from the position of the god, and the entire surface of the blood pool also began to agitate slowly like a heart.
In the endless void, a sigh came, and the blood in the whole blood pool was absorbed instantly.
As for the bodies of prisoners of war in the blood pool, they have all become dry corpses, and there is no trace of moisture left.
The huge idol in the middle of the blood pool became blood red in an instant, and the indescribable oppressive atmosphere spread.
The priests and believers knelt down, eyes full of frenzy, staring at the idol in the middle of the blood pond.
The dazzling light is centered on the idol, spreading around, with an extremely sacred breath.
Affected by this kind of breath, I can't help but feel awe in my heart, and my body is trembling because of the huge pressure.
"The grace of God is coming, the grace of God is coming!"
A bishop cheered loudly, and drew a loud echo of other clergymen, with an inconceivable awe and joy in his tone.
In this dazzling light, one by one, like blood crystals with runes, floating quietly around the statue, exuding a sense of deterrence.
As for the deities in the light, they seemed to have life, and they were slowly looking at the believers with cold and ruthless eyes.
When the idol's gaze fell somewhere, it suddenly stopped and then roared.
The mysterious and solemn atmosphere was broken in an instant, leaving the surrounding monks and clergymen at a loss.
"I found you and see where you are hiding!"
Among the monks next to the blood pool, Tang Zhen stepped out slowly and said softly with a smile on his face.