Heaven’s Intention

The sea **** Rake is a young god. Exist for no more than two hundred years.

It controls the coastal fisheries.

Two hundred years ago, it was first worshipped in a small fishing village. Over time, several nearby fishing villages worshipped it. Successive generations of believers have spent hundreds of years and finally built the Dai Forest collar.

The Dai Forest collar is in a peninsula and basically only contacts the Salante collar. In fact, this territory is quite good, but because the development is too late, the current foundation is not very stable.

In a coastal fishing village, Lake ’s temple is not large and maintains a basic, self-sufficient poverty and quiet life.

At this time, hundreds of cavalry had occupied the village.

Seems to be the anger of God.

"Boom" thunder and lightning thundered the silent night, and the rain came over the sky ...

"The prostrator does not kill." The cavalry yelled. The men who dared to rebel in the village were all killed on the spot.

Bishop Kamrongpa looked around. This is a big village with about 300 people.

"Is there still resistance?" Bishop Kamrongpa listened to the movement in the village. The sound of the killing at this time had slowly stopped, but it was not completely settled yet.

"Yes, there are a few priests and warriors in the Shrine of Rey!" A priest waited for a moment, then came back and said, "After a while, the battle will end."

In the sky, there was a thunder and another thunder, and Bishop Kamrongpa smiled disdainfully.

"... Master Bishop, the temple has been cleaned up, and a total of sixteen enemies have been executed on the spot." After waiting for a moment, a soldier came to report, filled with pride.

"Very good, take all to the temple."

"Yes, Master Bishop!" After a while, three hundred people were driven to the temple, and Bishop Kamrongpa squinted.

The holy light in the temple has not been extinguished, and the pseudo-god Rake still occupies this holy place-every temple is the holy place of God.

"Listen, as long as you are willing to abandon your god, spit on it, and take an oath to convert to the great God of Aromang, you will be redeemed." A priest shouted.

"This is blasphemy, and God will bring anger to your head!" Just then, an old man shouted.

There is no need to ask again. The soldier rushed up.

"Hang him!" The bishop said coldly.

Two soldiers, one by one grabbed the old man's hair, one put a rope on it, and then pulled it without hesitation. The old man suddenly swayed on the gallows, and for a moment, his tongue came out ... he died.

"next!"

The second person who was pointed to had a pale face. He hesitated a little and saw the two soldiers approaching him to pull him out. He immediately cried: "No, I'm willing to abandon God Rek and convert to Luo. God. "

He cried and ran up, spitting at Rek God.

The outsiders didn't notice it, but Bishop Kamrongpa felt that the faint light on the altar suddenly jumped and weakened at the moment when the saliva sprayed on.

"Next!" Bishop Kamrongpa shouted.

At this time, another man. He scolded: "May God Rake bring anger to your head!"

"No!" There was a woman crying in the line, she hugged the child tightly.

The two soldiers did not hesitate to pull him to the gallows, put them on their necks, and yanked again. The strong man suddenly swayed on the gallows.

Due to his strong vitality, he struggled desperately on the gallows and died ten minutes later.

Three hundred people, breathless, watched him die a little bit.

"Next!" Bishop Kamrongpa said.

"No, I'm willing to abandon God Rek and convert to Lord Lomon." No one was crying before the soldiers stepped forward.

One after another stepped forward, swearing, as more and more people succumbed, the altar was already spitting everywhere, and the Holy Light was getting weaker and weaker.

There were more and more cracks on the idol. When the last believer scolded it, he only heard a "boom". The idol collapsed suddenly, and the entire holy light suddenly went out.

"Praise my Lord, you are the true God on earth." Bishop Kamrongpa said in prayer.

Almost at the same time, similar scenes occurred in various villages.

Dai Forest City, the main temple hall.

The area of ​​this hall is very huge, the center is a huge and complex magic array.

At the center of the magic circle is an altar, and on the altar is full of blood and blood.

After the altar, a two-meter-high idol stood.

Obviously. This idol is the sea **** Rake.

At this moment, a group of priests were gathering in the hall. They prayed reverently and commanded the lower-level priests to pull several girls onto the altar.

A priest took out a dagger, sank it skillfully, and inserted it into the girl's heart!

A stream of blood spewed high and flowed into the blood lake of the altar.

The eyes of the idol light up.

The prayers of believers and priests have become higher.

"Do not!"

A mysterious space, this is a small and narrow land, as small as only a few thousand square meters, and in the distance, it is unreal and unreal waves.

There is a huge building on this land. If anyone sees it, they will find it is exactly the same as the temple outside.

The huge corridor is formed by stone pillars. There is no sun in the space, but there is light on the pillars. These gloomy lights combined, but can shine on the space, the extremely gloomy wind, looming, is a group of ghosts.

These poor ghosts wandered in this space, and from time to time they made a painful howl.

Inside the temple, there is a huge altar. Compared with the huge altar, a black throne is very small.

"No!" The man on the throne groaned painfully.

far away. About sixty stone pillars were extinguished one after another, and the darkness gradually enveloped this small area.

The people on the throne are extremely painful.

Every stone pillar is extinguished, and it is sober to feel that the body is collapsing and bursting, and the complete death is in front of ...

Finally, all but one of the largest pillars have been extinguished.

The whole area has entered the night, with only two light sources.

One is the largest stone pillar, which is the area of ​​Dai Forest City, and the other is the man on the throne.

The man on the throne was gasping painfully. It had pale gold skin and a body with strong radiance, but now it wrinkles quickly and its hair turns white quickly.

Now it is already an old man.

"No!" The man groaned, and all the past events hit his heart.

He is not a legend, but a fourth-level fighter. Once a relatively wealthy captain, he sank into the sea and was drowned.

For some coincidence, his soul did not die.

Although he died, his family continued to thrive and grow, and every family sacrifice would bring him hungry power.

On one occasion, a ghost attacked a fishing boat, among which were its descendants.

It rushed up angrily. After a fight, it killed the ghost in the sea and swallowed it. It was surprised to find that its strength had increased.

As it preyed, cleaned the ghosts along the coast, the favored fisherman gradually worshipped it, and it became stronger and stronger with the passage of time. And, fifty years later, it obtained the mysteriously generated altar in this area.

The altar gave it tremendous power. Ten years later, the first magic technique was born.

The name of the sea **** Rake began to spread. One hundred years later, Dai Forest City began to build. There are more and more believers, and the village has grown to 60, with 30,000 people.

Everything is so beautiful ... it thinks its dream will continue.

It began to pay attention to other territories.

However, all this was destroyed.

"Boom!" A roar came from afar.

The man on the throne raised his head fiercely: "No, it is a divine dragon, and that divine dragon is here again."

The last time I defeated the dragon was relying on 30,000 beliefs and altars, but now, he is aging and he feels exhausted. As a new **** only 200 years old, he truly gains the belief power of 30,000 people, no more than five ten years.

The lack of knowledge of the new God also made his real savings of pitiful power.

"Boom!" It was another dragon's roar and breath, the space was swaying fiercely, and the man showed fear.

This space is actually the space formed by the ground shrine and the altar, and the attack is the same outside.

"No, no, I don't want to die, I don't want to die." The man gasped, holding his head, hiding on the throne, closing his ears and not listening to the anxious prayers of the believers outside.

The sound of killing and praying is constantly passed from the outside, but it is constantly weakening.

Gradually, the voice was faint.

The man finally looked up dumbly, his eyes showing madness.

"No, I can't have it, I can't give it to you. There is no altar. Look at how you merge the two territories, haha, to create a new altar, at least fifty years!"

His eyes showed red light, and suddenly he laughed wildly, and with his laughter, his body quickly changed.

The wrinkles were quickly replenished, the white hair disappeared, and he quickly became a young man in his twenties. The light on his body shined brightly.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise. In reality, the main shrine and the connected lord's palace exploded violently.

The smoke billowed into the sky.

Below is the roar of the sea thorn dragon. It roared and rushed in. After a while, it only bit a small half of the body, and the body also exuded a faint golden light.

"It exploded again!" He murmured to Habba who was commanding behind the dragon.

"It doesn't matter ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Only false gods need altars. Our Lord doesn't need altars, nor is it limited by the territory." Bishop Kamrongpa said coldly.

"Yeah, it's just that the movement is too big, will other areas notice it?"

"With the existence of the dragon, those false gods dare not invade. Besides, it is still a good thing to blow up the altar."

"Oh?"

"If you accept the altar, according to the norms of this world, my lord should quickly master this territory in a few years. All false gods will feel the territory of the territory."

"However, no matter now, the original altar is destroyed, the new altar is not normal, it is normal that the territories are not formed. Those false gods will doubt our Lord at least five years later.

"And as long as three years, this territory is the territory under my lord's glory, 30,000 lambs, which will greatly enhance the brilliance of my lord, you can also directly call the count.

Happa listened, nodded and smiled at Bishop Kamrongpa.