In the sky of the Stupid Village, thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and the huge pressure forced everyone in the village to crawl on the ground. Even as noble as Priest Morsi, he would have his head on the ground and pee in front of the divine power.
Struggling to support himself, unable to take care of himself.
Even if someone as powerful as the main priest was so miserable, the other humans and goblins present were even worse. Those who could faint on the spot were lucky, and there were many whose souls collapsed under the pressure and became idiots.
This divine power is so indiscriminate between the enemy and the enemy, it is really terrifying. But it comes and goes quickly. Before Morsi could loudly praise the greatness of the god of war, Ben took the initiative to retreat during the struggle and took back his divine power.
Hundreds of bodies fell strewn across the open space of the Gray Mud Village. Humans and goblins were mixed together. When the officiant felt the divine power leave, his chest relaxed. The whole village was dead silent, and even the burning bonfire became silent.
silent.
After a while, Priest Morsi realized that his ears were bleeding and he was temporarily deaf. He looked at the goblin shaman who was also in a mess. The two big men smiled bitterly in front of the messy scene - this blood sacrifice did not count.
Success or failure?
The God of bào zhèng has just been resurrected and rebuilt the Kingdom of God. However, its power has not returned to its full strength. In the contest with the mysterious black hand, it cannot maintain its divine power for a long time, so it has to give up voluntarily.
But with the majesty of the gods, how can they endure their sacrifices being forcibly taken away? After taking back his divine power, Bane immediately issued an oracle to Mursi and Zul Grayskin - killing the blasphemers who disrupted the blood sacrifice must be carried out.
revenge!
Revenge? Of course I want revenge.
Those who blaspheme should have their skin peeled off, their bodies tortured, their bones burned, and their souls tortured. Let them endure endless pain in extreme despair.
The chief priest and the shaman were still stunned, but there was a sudden explosion in the blood pool. Old Hughes, who had just entered the blood pool, walked out of the blood mist. He was originally considered to be Morsi's subordinate, but his image changed drastically at this moment.
He has a black face with bumps and bumps, two inches of fangs exposed outside his lips, his big eyes are glaring fiercely, and his rough hair is clearly a monster. His face is ferocious, his body is burly, and he is several times bigger.
When in front of Morsi, the latter must look up.
"During the blood sacrifice, my Lord told me his dissatisfaction with you. He ordered me to command the church forces in the Black Forest. You must obey my orders now." Old Xius was like an evil ghost at this moment, with an unquestionable commanding tone.
.
Behind Old Xiu Si, the appearance of the dozens of men who followed him also changed drastically. Their eyes were all red, their skin and flesh were demonized, and they were covered with bone and armor. Their expressions were full of the fanaticism of fighting to the end, completely devoid of reason and humanity.
Morsi could sense the dark power that fluctuated like a tidal wave in Old Hughes, and felt uneasy in his heart. Ben was indeed angry. In order to retaliate against the blasphemous people, Old Hughes and his men were transformed by the god of war.
Strengthened.
It seems that this transformation comes at the cost of consuming lives. Old Hughes and his group are afraid that they will not survive for half a month. But within half a month, these inhuman beings are the strongest force in the Black Forest-Morsi only
Can bow his head slightly to show his submission.
"I shall obey my Lord's orders. Lord Hughes, I wonder how we are going to investigate the mysterious black hand who just desecrated our Lord?" Morsi naturally threw the problem to the newly powerful old Brother Hughes.
"My Lord has made it clear that the blasphemer is the leader of the resistance forces in Violent Rat Village, a guy named Victor Hugo. We will kill him directly tomorrow. As long as that village is leveled, all problems will be solved."
Old Xiu Si's tone was violent, simple, rough, and crisp. His eyes were as red as blood, with a biting and fierce light.
Morsi naturally had no objection, but he secretly muttered in his heart: "A fool can now guess that this matter is related to the 'coalition forces' in the Black Forest. But a blasphemer who dares to go to the scene of a blood sacrifice and directly seize the food from the tiger's mouth..."
....”
The officiant and the goblin shaman looked at each other, and there was a tacit understanding in their hearts - the improvised human force was probably completely different from what we expected. For such an unknown enemy, it is better to let others test it.
good.
The God of Thunder was furious and issued an oracle to take revenge. Zhou Qingfeng, who caused all this, was still in a deep sleep. He took a risk and tried to rescue poor Sophia. But he was not completely successful.
Zhou Qingfeng could provide entities such as food and clothing to Sophia, but he was unable to bring external entities into his information network. What he pulled away was the little girl's soul.
But no matter how hard Zhou Qingfeng tried his best, he couldn't directly fight against a god. Unless the god felt that it was too much to lose its power just to grab a weak soul, so it voluntarily gave up the fight.
Zhou Qingfeng's persistence caused Sophia's weak soul to appear in his information network, or enter his mind. The little girl still looked unkempt, and her thin body was still trembling with fear.
"Don't be afraid, I'm Victor, the one who brings you food." Zhou Qingfeng knelt down and faced the little girl, "I'm sorry that I couldn't save your life. My promise has failed, really.
very sorry."
The little girl shivered for a long time and could not speak. She was not really as calm as she was before she died, nor was it really meaningless life and death. It was just the helplessness of facing a powerful person when she was too weak, and the pain of extreme fear.
Given the choice, she still hopes to live.
Zhou Qingfeng revealed his identity and coaxed her softly for a long time. Sophia relaxed and cried loudly, tears rolling down her cheeks. But she was in a soul state now, and only Zhou Qingfeng could hear her cry, and the tears were just blurred.
"Victor, where is this place? Am I still alive?" Sophia asked pitifully. She touched her neck. The knife that cut her neck before she died was a lifelong shadow for her.
"I can't describe your current state. You have lost your body, and only your soul exists. The place where you are is the space in my mind. And I..., I am really just an ordinary person, there is nothing I can do
many."
Zhou Qingfeng roughly described the concept of his information network, and the little girl naturally couldn't understand it. But she stopped crying soon, and instead accepted her current situation. At most, she said weakly, "Victor, you
You will take me in, right?"
"Yes."
"Then will I still be hungry or cold in the future?"
"The state of the soul seems to have no need for this."
"Ah..., this is a good thing. I have always hoped that I would never be hungry or cold, and now my wish has come true."
The little girl was a little happy, grinning wryly. But Zhou Qingfeng felt panicked. He stretched out his hand and gently touched Sophia's hair. The originally dirty and messy hair became bright and smooth under the control of his thoughts.
.
"Is this magic?" Sophia was still a little scared, but also a little curious.
"No, you are in my mind, I can decide what you look like." Zhou Qingfeng stretched out his hand and touched the little girl's face. The thin face covered with mud became cleaner.
Soon, the rotten clothes turned into simple dresses, the bare feet were put on shoes, the black fingers were much cleaner, and the dirt in the fingers disappeared.
This is like a normal little girl.
But it's not good enough... No matter how hard Zhou Qingfeng tries, he can't make the little girl happy.
"It's amazing." Sophia was surprised by her change. She touched the hem of her dress, stepped on her beautiful new shoes, and thanked her weakly: "Thank you, Victor, I like it very much. This is what I wore.
The best clothes.”
When the little girl was happy, she hugged Zhou Qingfeng's face and kissed her, shyly and shyly, "Victor, you are such a good person. If possible, I would like to repay you."
Zhou Qingfeng just smiled bitterly, but his heart was actually sad. He didn't need the little girl's repayment, he just needed her to live well, but this request was too extravagant.
As souls, the little girl may be able to coexist with Zhou Qingfeng, but she will never grow up again.
Sophia carefully showed off her changes. After a while, she noticed the countless information flows in Zhou Qingfeng's information network space. She asked curiously: "What are these?"
"It's a prayer in the black forest." Zhou Qingfeng roughly explained the concept of information flow, "Most of them are poor people. They live in pain and always hope to get help.
I contact these people in the name of 'Holy Light', comfort them, guide them, and collect summary information. This information may seem inconspicuous, but it is actually very valuable. But now there is too much information flow, and I can't handle it all."
"Really?" Sophia looked at the links of different colors. Although she didn't understand the information flow, she curiously reached out and touched a red information flow.
After a moment, the little girl shouted happily: "Victor, I can also listen to these information streams. They really tell a lot of things. Maybe I can help you. I am very willing to do these things."
Please, allow me to do something for you. I know I am just a child and I will definitely not satisfy you. If I don’t understand, please teach me. If I don’t do well, you can punish me. I will definitely
I will work very hard, please give me a chance."
Chapter completed!