Chapter 428: Blasphemous

Sheep's sister no longer looked at him, and shouted to the people around him: "The God of Twilight says he is omniscient and omnipotent, but his shepherd dog treats us like this. Isn't he an evil god?
Shouldn't we beat them down?
Will we still endure the cruel exploitation of this evil and return to the days when we could not see the light? "
"Do not!"
"Down with the God of Twilight!"
More people were infected by the words of Sister Ben Yang Yang, waving their hands and roaring loudly, the original piety and awe turned into hatred, and an invisible force like a mountain like a sea radiated into the sky.
"Devil, you female devil!"
Old Smith couldn't speak, and was trembling with anger by Sister Yang Yang's words, picked up the crutches beside him and hit her on the head.
"You dare to blaspheme the God of Twilight, I will kill you!"
Ding!
A layer of red internal force covered Sister Yang Yang’s head, blocking the cutting of the wooden cane. This person is just an ordinary person, and of course it is impossible to cause any harm to her.
"You bitch! Bitch! Do you dare to blaspheme! Your mother..."
The surrounding crowd rushed out two guards to hold down Old Smith, but he was still struggling and roaring, slurs and slurs, the uneducated kind of village old people's unique infinite curse, specializing in Xia San Lu.
"Old Smith, there are three people in your family, and you have six acres of land, right?"
Sister Yangyang's face was a little nervous, but she immediately covered it with her internal strength and asked him lightly.
"What do you want to do? This is my land!"
Old Smith's face became very alarmed.
Sister Yangyang said coldly: "The God of Twilight is a Cthulhu. We will never give any piece of land to the followers of Cthulhu, let him come out to harm others.
Since you are a believer in the God of Twilight, I declare that I will deprive the old Smith family of all the land. "
Old Smith roared: "No! Devil! You can't take my land! That's the land God gave me!"
Sister Yangyang sneered: "Then why did you have no land before we came? Make cattle and horses for the nobles, and can't even eat enough? The son was killed by the priest of the goddess of dusk?"
Old Smith is speechless.
Yang Yang's younger sister's tone suddenly became extremely cold, and the killing intent spread: "Also, you are suspected of assaulting a public official of the country. The evidence is solid and there is video as evidence.
According to special laws during the war, the death penalty is executed immediately! "
Old Smith said in horror: "No, no! I am a believer in the God of Twilight, devil! You can't kill..."
The guard held his yellow-haired head with one hand, and with the other hand drew out the Xueliang long sword and struck his neck fiercely. The head fell to the ground, and a lot of blood flowed out.
The people around them felt cold, and they immediately knew that the angels who had brought them land and had always been gentle like spring also had their iron-blooded cold side.
There is a bottom line, and that is faith.
"Kill well! The followers of the evil deserve to die!"
"Kill them, we won't go back to the original life!"
Someone took the lead in applauding and spoke enthusiastically, which soon infected the people around them.
"Old Smith is really nothing. He wants us to lose our land and become slaves to those evil gods running dogs!"
"Good kill!"
The people around who were originally scared gritted their teeth, yelled, and spit at Old Smith on the ground, all in the color of hatred and no fear.
The thought of losing the land they had acquired again made them feel terrified. Under the rule of the evil god, they lived a life without land, and it was so clear how to choose.
"Lord Angel, the old immortal soul of my father was invaded by the evil and lost his mind."
A strong man holding a child pushed away from the crowd, came to Sister Yang Yang and knelt down, begging: "What this old thing does has nothing to do with our family. Please do not take back our land."
Sister Yangyang helped him up and said gently: "Don't worry, it won't.
What I said just now is not accurate enough. We just want to confiscate the land of the followers of the evil god, and the land of you and your son will not be affected. "
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"
The strong man was incoherent with excitement.
Yangyang’s sister turned to the people and said loudly:
Now I announce the No. 1 highest document issued by the central government: any believer in the evil of twilight is not allowed to allocate land, and any citizen who accepts the land must be in the government’s office. Under supervision, the Cthulhu will be eliminated."
"Now, everyone, please see."
Yang Yang’s younger sister pointed to the seven-eight-meter-high marble statue behind her. She was originally a male god. After the miracle a few days ago, she suddenly became a majestic woman in a twilight gown, her face blurred. Bringing inexplicable pressure.
"Please line up in order, and then spit at the statue, and scolded: The evil like pigs and dogs, your statue will collapse, your soul will fall, your flesh will rot, and the corpse will fall into the dung pit. Always be with poop."
Her tone became cold and solemn: "If there are people who refuse, they must be devout followers of the Cthulhu Twilight God. According to the order of the Central Government of the Blood Sea, if the evidence is conclusive, the death penalty will be executed immediately and it will be filed afterwards. ."
"Mr. Smith, please set an example for everyone."
Yangyang's younger sister's face was a bit stiff and awkward, but she still looked at the brawny with a warm expression under the forced control of her internal force.
Thousands of iron-clad soldiers in the base-building and body-refining realm who have been standing silently around this square surrounded the square with their swords out of their sheaths, with a cold and solemn expression on their faces.
In terms of feelings, these people who were originally serfs were liberated, so that they would no longer be cruelly exploited by noble priests, bullying and slaughtered at will like pigs and dogs, giving them freedom, personality, and respect;
In terms of practical benefits, they were given super-heavy benefits, and land that they could not even think of for a lifetime was given to them;
As far as the external environment is concerned, it is absolutely impossible to run away. To believe in the God of Twilight is a capital crime of dying and completely violates the survival instinct of life.
Adding these three together, they still refuse to blaspheme the God of Twilight and refuse to give up their faith in her. This is undoubtedly a stubborn believer and the most important source of faith for the God of Twilight.
At least most of the high-level officials of the Central Government of the Sea of ​​Blood think so, if there are other special circumstances or difficulties, they cannot change their beliefs.
It can only be said that he is out of luck, and it is impossible that a policy covering tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people has been specifically designed for a few of them.
"I……"
Little Smith's body trembled a little. As a native, his inner respect and fear for the gods were almost instinctive.
He didn't want to blaspheme the God of Twilight so severely, he had a hatred of the woman in front of him that he thought he had hidden well.
But the indifferent eyes of the thousands of armored sergeants around, and the dazzling spears in their hands all told him clearly the consequences of rejection.
Losing the land, losing one's own life, or having a good life that I had never thought of before.
Everything is left to him only choice.
"Tui~"
Little Smith clenched his fists, his face was grim, and he spit a heavy spit on the tall and majestic statue: "Here you are like a pig, a dog, and a beast, your idol will collapse, your soul will fall, and your flesh will rot. , The corpse fell into the cesspit, always accompanied by excrement and urine."
The sky was covered with dark clouds and rumbling, and a heavy aura pressed downwards, making everyone pale with fright. Little Smith stepped back several steps in a row, his whole body weakened.
But in the end nothing happened.
The goddess of dusk is weak and lack of power is a factor. The gods generally cannot and cannot kill large-scale mortals with their own hands. This is related to the crowd characteristics of the power of faith.
Those who try to use faith will eventually become trapped in faith.