Chapter 564: New God

"You are welcome to take refuge."
The baby waterfowl nodded faintly, and didn't care whether they were sincere or resentment.
Sixty-three blood angels slapped their blood-colored sword wings and flew to the statue of the of the storm hundreds of meters above the sky. Sixty-three intersecting sword hells covered it, wiping away the aura on it little by little.
"Do not!"
"Witch! A blasphemous witch!"
"This is our freedom of religious belief. You have no right to interfere. This is a violation of human rights!"
Although the sixteen powerful martial artists were full of horror under the dominance of habitual belief, they did not dare to say anything.
But the hundreds of thousands of believers below reacted much more intensely than them.
Densely crowded figures slaughtered the blood angels on the statue of the of the storm. Some held arrows, some held swords, and some even held submachine guns and individual rockets to shoot at the four-winged blood angels in the sky.
Some believers with black hair and yellow skin saw that the attack had no effect, and saw blood angels look similar to themselves, and regarded them as weapons of war of the country, trying to stop them with legal weapons.
It just didn't receive any response.
The blood angels stared at the tall and majestic statue in front of them, did not look down, and let them scold and attack.
However, the crimson illusory realm wandered all around, and whenever faced with an attack, whether it was an arrow or a bullet, a subtle red sword energy would immediately leave the ocean, beheading the attackers below.
"Kill! We will be born again in the Lord's heaven!"
The tragic casualties did not slow down the crowd below, they shouted various fanatical slogans to gather at the statue, trying to defend it with their own strength.
Naturally it is useless.
Even if the moth desperately gave up everything, it would never extinguish the blazing campfire, it would only increase its fire.
Others are not their parents, they will not be moved by their deaths, let alone tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, even if hundreds of millions of people attack, they will die under the flying sword aura.
Anyone who tried to attack the blood angel, tried to enter the sword prison that enveloped the gods, their body quietly turned into powder and dissipated without causing any waves.
Slowly, the fanatical crowd calmed down, looking at the blood angels in the sky as cold as metal, and looking at the crimson sword prison where tens of thousands of believers had been buried in front of them.
Like flames, like ice, their personal will, no matter how pious their faith, how can they change everything?
Belief in the of the storm under mad believers immediately fluctuates, devout believers regress in a small range, and the devotion of formal believers regresses in a large range.
Human beings are such a miraculous creature. When they are pious, they are really pious, and the speed of change is so rapid that they can't even control it.
Click, click~
In the gaze of hundreds of thousands of believers around, the aura of the hundreds of meters high statue of the of the storm was worn out, and a crack appeared in the center of the eyebrow.
The cracks quickly expanded all over the body, as dense as a spider web.
After a pause, like a mountain collapse, the statue of the of the storm collapsed into pieces of rubble, and the head-sized marble blocks fell like raindrops and turned into gray powder in the red sword gas.
The halo of faith in the storm that had enveloped this city for three years disappeared, and the hearts of all believers became empty.
The white dust covering the sky was swept away by the red sword air storm, and something new appeared on the spot.
It is a statue that is tall and shining with a red light of faith.
He was ordinary, exposed to the sun and rain, not as tall and majestic as the of the storm. He was dressed in a cloth, and the blood-colored pupils in the fuzzy face looked down at the long sword in his hand.
It is a long sword with a length of one meter and two, and the standard is no different from that of the blood angels. There is a prismatic crystal on the hilt, and there is a straight scratch in the middle of the sword, which almost cut it in two.
The baby water bird led the four-winged blood angel behind him to the ground, and said lightly to the sixteen martial artists who followed carefully: "This is the of my lord's blood. From now on you need to study the teachings of the blood church carefully and walk along the path of my lord. Bringing beauty and peace to the people of the world."
"Yes! Lord Angel!"
Sixteen barbarians bowed to the ground respectfully, praying neatly according to the prayers given by the baby waterfowl.
"You were born out of blood, and you hold the authority of blood!"
"You will sweep away the decay of the world and build your heaven on earth!"
"..."
With their prayers, slowly, these people were born with a weak aura of faith, and they became shallow believers of the God of Blood. The fast speed made the baby waterfowl a little surprised.
After careful observation, she immediately knew.
The strong generally have a certain ability to control their mental power, and can hypnotize themselves and make them believe that they are a devout believer of a certain god.
These powerhouses who can survive in the world controlled by the gods are even more proficient in this life-saving skill.
Although their beliefs are extremely thin, their spiritual power is extremely strong, which is roughly equivalent to the power of belief provided by a thousand or so devout believers, which can be regarded as a small supplement.
"well……"
The baby waterfowl nodded with satisfaction. She could feel the joy of faith in the ocean, and the ignorant and chaotic faith ocean instinctively helped expand her creatures, giving her more affinity.
Although it was only a faint trace that could be observed with extreme observation, the meaning of it made all the sixty-three blood angels excited.
"Okay, you are going to maintain order in the city now. Large-scale riots are not allowed and those who violate the order are allowed to die."
After they finished their prayers, the baby waterfowl gave the order again.
The sixteen barbarian martial artists respectfully obeyed their orders, scattered to all directions, relying on their old prestige to calm the restless people in the city.
The angels of the baby waterfowl did not leave, and stood on two sides in front of the statue of the of blood, with sword wings draped behind them, like a cold fighter machine serving the gods.
Three days later, dozens of aircraft that were below the speed of sound and did not have any influence on the military division arrived in the center of Hexi. The heavily armed soldiers landed in the air, with heavy artillery and light tanks, and quickly dispersed around.
A helicopter, protected by layers of layers, landed in front of the waterfowl baby and other blood angels, and walked out of He Donglai to wait for the high-level army.
"Thank you, Lord Angel, for helping us recover Hexi."
He Donglai came to the baby waterfowl with a blushing face, extremely excited in his heart.
This is the first time the blue star human beings have regained their homeland, and they are still within the range of his garrison.
The baby water bird opened his eyes, and the two pairs of blood-colored wings swayed gently behind him: "Receive this city for me. The church only needs faith and will not establish a church administrative organization, but you must not interfere with anyone's belief in the God of Blood."
"Also, ordinary people and barbarians can be tried, but they must not be massacred. They are also believers in the future of the God of Blood, and they are absolutely equal to each other without any discrimination."
She used her own name to reach some agreements with the top leaders of this country.
He Donglai's expression was straightforward: "Relax, as long as the church does not force others to believe, as long as it is not an official cult, our country is willing to respect any individual's beliefs. This is a basic citizen's right."
"As for the barbarians..."
He hesitated: "As long as they can abide by national laws, I guarantee that they will be treated equally."
In the past, due to language problems and the hidden dangers of individual powerful barbarians integrating into human society, they have always killed barbarians and did not accept any large-scale surrender.
But now, in order to obtain the support of alien angels, these can be concessions, anyway, these places are originally territories that are difficult to recover without nuclear bombs.