Chapter 429: Poison of Faith

"A evil like a pig and a dog, your idol will collapse, and your spirit will fall..."
Under the indifferent supervision of thousands of iron-clad soldiers around, the residents of the town barely formed a line. They walked to the idol with expressions of panic, anxiety, excitement, hatred, anger, etc., and spit on the idol , Loudly issue the most vicious curse.
Be meticulous and follow the procedures strictly. It won't work if the saliva is deflected, and it won't work if you curse to change a word or a syllable.
Any deviation will be severely ordered by the overseer of the sword to come back. Refusing is the same sin as the Cthulhu believer, and there is no tightness at all.
"Devil! The God of Twilight will destroy you, and everyone will kill them together!"
A tense-looking guy at the front of the team idol looked at the approaching team and the iron-clad soldiers who had been keeping the highest alert nearby, suddenly rushed out of the team and roared to the crowd in the square.
"We are the Lord's fighters, we can go to heaven if we die for the Lord, kill!"
But most people ignored him and showed a cold face. No matter how good the God of Twilight was, he didn't allocate land to them so that they could live like pigs and dogs.
There is no choice but to believe in it. I hope that the suffering will be less. Now the church can hardly want them to fight for the God of Twilight. How is this possible?
A few people show fear and a little hesitation, not because of faith, but because of the brainwashing work of the church for thousands of years, which makes them worry about the fate of their soul after the loss.
But in the end these few people did not move.
Seeing this, the big man with a beard was very angry, and said sharply: "You are also heretics, you will go to in the future, and you will..."
Bouncing~
Three arrows hit him, tearing his flesh and internal organs, and interrupting his words.
The big man's body fell to the ground, a puddle of blood flowed out, and his mouth made a ho.
"Cthulhu believer, death penalty."
A legion commander in the foundation-building realm put down the big bow in his hand and said with an indifferent expression:
"carry on!"
Its appearance is not the player's black hair and black eyes, but the universal blond and blue eyes of the world.
It is a good talent to be able to cultivate to the foundation building within ten years, but it is still a long way from becoming an extraordinary knight or wizard.
A player near him who was only the pinnacle of the body refining realm glanced at the corpse, silently saved the video, and wrote the marching log:
The chief officer killed a believer in the evening church. The evidence is solid and there are video files. The Red Flea of ​​the Judge of the Third Company of the First Battalion of the 28th Regiment of the 56th Division of the Ninth Army of the Third Army.
The surrounding people felt chills, the order in the line became more orderly, and a small number of people who were hesitant and afraid of going to stopped looking here.
They don't know if they will go to if they die, but there is really no doubt that they will go to now.
Besides, the people are not fools. In the past few days, the evening stars in the sky are rising, and they can see the scene of the blood moon and its fierce confrontation.
No one said it clearly, but everyone thought it was two different gods fighting in the sky, one for dusk and the other for blood.
If the God of Blood finally triumphs and they become believers of the God of Blood, it will be fine, and the soul after death will still be under the control of that god.
"Devil! You..."
"Go to hell..."
Among the tens of thousands of people, there are some exceptions, not for material things, not for family, not for a good life, there are people who just want to believe in.
In the ensuing investigation and curse, two or three devout followers of the former God of Light and God of Twilight appeared. The kind who can die for the gods at any time may change in the future, but this is the case at this moment.
The human heart is very complicated. It does not mean that a devout believer is a lifetime devout believer. The same is true for the mad believers above him, but the probability of change will be very small.
Only the saints will never change. They are not ignorant. Wisdom, knowledge, aptitude and even experience are among the dragons and phoenixes.
They are not being deceived, but after having a rich understanding of the world and life, they still firmly agree with the path of the gods and are willing to dedicate all they have to it.
There are no such saints in the former Illuminati Church, and there is no church in the evening. Their future births will also depend on luck, which will take thousands of years to grind.
The Church of the Blood God It is really an incredible miracle that a false church can have close to ten believers who have attained saints.
It can only be said that its doctrine is too suitable for the needs of ordinary people, and it is fair enough to act as a substantial religion on behalf of players.
Although this is not Zhao Shi's original intention, it is impossible for him to agree 100% with the teachings of the Church of the Blood God and dedicate what he has to it.
Don't underestimate a devout believer.
Regardless of speaking in a place with a strong religious atmosphere, everyone is the most loyal believer, but more than 90% of the people in the sphere of influence of the Church of True God are just verbal shallow believers.
There is very little piety that can die for the gods at any time. Most people just ask for survival. I provide you with the power of faith, and you give me some benefits.
It’s a good idea to have four devout believers who can die for the gods in the town of Guis with tens of thousands of people. This should be the work of the dusk goddess who knows the way of faith.
"Everyone prepare!"
After everyone spit in front of the statue of the twilight goddess and cursed, the people of the Blood Sea Guild took out a long hemp rope and looped it around.
Then they put the rope loop on the head of the statue of the goddess of twilight, tightened the rope a little, and spread the rope into the square little by little to ensure that the children from the old man to the infants touch the hemp rope. .
"One, two, one! Pull!"
The hemp rope was taut, and from a distance, it looked like a very long rope strangling the neck of the goddess statue at dusk.
"Pull! Hard!"
boom!
The white marble statue, which has stood for at least a thousand years and is still as clean as new, collapsed amidst the warm and tidy shouts, and fell to the ground in several pieces.
Black and gray lines appeared on its body, and the large marble statues turned into powder and dissipated in the wind.
Only a vaguely-faced head fell to the ground, and all the sacredness and majesty were gone.
In the air that ordinary people and low-level cultivators can't see, there are thick and unclear dark-gray clouds of smoke rising up toward the evening stars in the sky.
One place is nothing. If you can stand in the sky, you will find countless places like the small town of Guise, covering one-half of the original Bright Church site and one-third of the original empire.
Countless billowing black smoke, the resentment of nearly 100 million people gathered together under the guidance of the Blood Sea Guild to wind around the evening stars in the sky, shrouded it in endless curses, and constantly wiped away the aura of faith in the evening. .
No matter how noble and detached the gods proclaim themselves, in fact every life is equal in nature, and is an independent individual in this big universe.
The power of gods comes from faith, and faith comes from the contract between God and man through doctrine.
I provide faith to you, become your strength, and become the cornerstone of your throne. You must provide protection to accommodate my soul after death.
None of these twilight goddesses did it, which incurred terrible resentments and curses.