Chapter 427: Cthulhu-Goddess of Twilight

On September 8, the eleventh year of the Blood Sea, the Blood Sea Guild was mobilized for war. Regardless of the consequences and the cost, it won millions of troops, and at the same time launched an attack on the site of the original Bright Church and the original Holy Flame Empire.
Emperor Gregory III and Pope Joseph died,
Most of the sky knights and priests, most of the knights and priests died in battle,
The empire and church order has collapsed, morale is low, they have not been able to hold on even one day under the front of the army of millions.
Even if this army of millions has only a few hundred thousand base-building martial artists, most of the others are body-refining martial artists, and there are hundreds of thousands of ordinary farmers who have just put down their hoes from the farmland.
The territory of the Blood Sea Guild expanded at a terrifying speed, and vigorous land reforms were set off where the army of one million had passed, quickly gaining the hearts of the local people.
In the southeast core city of St. Surer of the Bright Church, the soldiers of the Blood Sea Guild advanced to fight against the army reluctantly formed by the local noble priest.
The army under the official priest is not strong, and the will to fight is not strong, and it is easily defeated.
At the end of the battle, there were more than ten official priests. One bishop priest tried to turn the tide, but he was easily killed by two soldiers flying out of the army just after he appeared.
The army that ended the battle did not stop, and the soldiers turned to civil affairs, almost immediately organizing land reform work, and hurriedly dividing the land to the liberated serfs.
With the assistance and personal participation of hundreds of thousands of angels who participated fully, all the serfs in the city of Saint Surer and the surrounding area of ​​tens of kilometers were allocated land in only three days.
Because of being too impatient, there was a lot of chaos in the work, and many troubles were buried.
However, the speed of the land reform of the angels not only did not slow down slightly because of these, on the contrary, the speed of reform was accelerated again.
It was as if someone was chasing them with a knife behind him.
After most of the land reforms were completed, the focus of the angels' work began.
The small town of Guis near the city of St. Surell was originally a generational parish of an official priest family. The sea guild army allocated the land to the serfs within three days, and gained a lot of gratitude.
Now, more than 10,000 people from the entire town have been summoned here, all looking reverently at the weak female angel on the high platform.
Yang Yang's sister was a little nervous, and shouted in Yang Liu's encouraging gaze behind her: "My fellow villagers, we have discovered an evil church. Its name is Dusk Church."
The crowd became agitated, in large numbers.
Almost everyone in the Bright Church is a believer of the God of Light, and the Lady of Twilight took over its original believers after usurping the faith of the God of Light.
It can be said that all the more than 10,000 people in the town of Gith are verbally believers of the Goddess of Dusk.
"The pastor of the Anthony family is the minion of the Cthulhu. This wicked Cthulhu uses these running dogs to our blood and kill us."
Many people below became hesitant, and the pastor treated their former serfs really badly.
"Think about it, everyone, these lands were originally our land, so why are these running dogs sitting on our heads and wanting our worship and killing our loved ones at will?"
"What life did we have before?"
The faces of the people are sad, thinking of the painful past in the past, and the joy of owning their own land and working for themselves, it is simply the difference between heaven and hell.
"Angel, why are they?"
In the crowd, an old man with white hair and crutches asked: "Why do these demons do this? Why do they beat my grandchildren to death with a whip?"
The old man's words resonated with many people, and the past miserable life gradually emerged.
"Why did the pastor of Anthony's house take my wife and kill her?"
"My family was all killed by the priest, oooo..."
"We worked hard all year round, but we couldn't even feed our children."
At first, it was a little bit cautious, but soon these people with the same identities felt the real things that these familiar people said. The atmosphere was warm, grief and indignation, and some people cried loudly on the spot.
"Everyone listen to me."
Yang Yang's sister used a lot of effort to calm the scene temporarily, and said in a categorical tone: "The reason why these people treat us so recklessly is because of this of twilight."
The atmosphere on the scene was quiet, and the ideas accumulated over thousands of years of ruling and brainwashing made them extremely awe of the gods, even if the so-called gods caused them great misfortune.
"It's because it was commanded by the beast who used to be called the God of Light, and now called the God of Twilight, and it made the priests do it."
Yang Yang's sister raised her hand and shouted: "Down with the priest, down with the God of Twilight! Our land is our own!"
As soon as she fell silent, dozens of people scattered around responded loudly.
"Down with the priest! Down with the of twilight!"
"Give back our land!"
Some sparse young people followed their responses with flushed faces, and then more people followed the roaring and roaring around.
Some people were still in awe of the gods, and when they heard that the earth slapped a spirit, they also joined the roar.
Owning land is something they dare not think about in their entire lives. No one can take away the land that has already been in his hands, no one can!
But there are still quite a few people with hesitation on their faces, most of them are elderly people.
"You are blasphemy! After you die, you will go to hell, and your soul will be tortured by fire!"
An old man with red, withered hair was trembling with anger, pointing at the people around him and said angrily: "These are all fallacies. God loves others, and only punishes those heretics who disrespect God."
The roaring and roaring people quieted down, with a look of fear on their faces. They completely believed in the saying that ghosts and gods went to hell, and they did not doubt the words of the old man in front of them.
Yang Yang's sister saw him at a glance and asked him: "Your name is Old Smith?"
"Here, true believers will never be deceived by your rhetoric."
Old Smith pointed at her angrily: "You will go to after you die."
Yang Yang’s sister was not angry, and asked him: "You are not from the Anthony family, nor a priest. You are just an ordinary serf who works hard every day. There is also a son in the family who died in the hands of the priest. Why are you still? Want to speak for them?"
She seems to be alone, but there are actually a huge team of tens of thousands of people working and collecting information. It is not surprising to know this.
Lines of fonts appeared on the system panels that the people couldn't see, she just needed to follow the above prompts.
Old Smith licked his neck: "That is the test given to me by the Lord. My dead son has gone to heaven. It is only the pastors who are bad, and the Lord is good."
Yang Yang's sister asked again: "Then since the Lord is good, why does he care about you and let his shepherd dog kill your son and cruelly exploit you?"
Old Smith's words were choked, his face flushed with anger, he searched his head and felt wrong, but he didn't know how to refute.