Surprisingly calm, the young man just watched those scary thorns squirming out of the way, and he stood up easily and contentedly without suffering any harm.
The young man had a smile on his face and walked up the steps step by step.
Unlike others who grimaced in recognition of suffering, he smiled as if he was going to have a sumptuous dinner.
Gradually, the young man attracted the attention of others. They were confused at first, and then shocked.
Why is this young man immune to harm?
Why can this young man climb up easily?
"Unfair!" Finally one of the tribesmen couldn't bear it anymore and roared loudly. He had tried it twice, and each time he had to endure unimaginable pain, but he couldn't get very far.
"unfair!"
"unfair!"
With the leader taking the lead, other tribesmen also started shouting.
The shouts of the tribesmen did not make the young man stop. He turned a deaf ear and walked up briskly. Amidst the shouts, he walked up to the small altar, which could only accommodate one person.
Just when the young man stood with his feet on the altar platform, he felt a wonderful call, full of divinity. Even if he didn't see it, he knew that this call must come from the gods!
"Walker?" The young man murmured to himself, and the smile on his lips widened. He slowly opened his arms and chose to accept it in his heart.
Why not accept it? Isn’t the purpose of climbing the altar to become a clergy professional?
A gentle beam of light fell from the sky. Under the altar were the tribesmen who were still shouting, and above the altar were devout believers who were being baptized.
When the light beam disappeared, the young man had successfully changed his profession and became a traveler.
His shabby animal skin clothing disappeared and was replaced by a strange black hooded robe that shrouded his entire body. This robe came from the system and was one of the first pieces of equipment for the walker. It had no defensive function, but it was warm in winter.
Summer is cool and only travelers can wear it.
In addition to the robe, he also has a necklace around his neck. There are wonderful runes printed on the straw rope. The pendant is a small bottle carved from an animal horn. This is a storage bottle used to store divine power. Looking at the little
The one is no longer as long as a little finger, but the space inside is very large, enough for today's young people to use.
There is a wide belt tied around the waist. It looks like it is made of smooth leather mixed with animal sinews. There is a token hanging on the belt.
Black hooded robes, divine power storage necklaces, animal skin and animal sinew belts, plus the divine cards purchased by the gods, are the standard attire of junior practitioners. As they practice, their attire will gradually change.
What looks like simple clothing is considered a luxury item in the eyes of primitive people. They usually wear the simplest, crudely made animal skins. Where have I seen such clothing?
How can such beautiful clothes be given to the little transparent people in a tribe? They should be given to them!
Jealousy makes people resentful. Those tribesmen who had tried to climb but failed paused for half a minute, and then burst into louder shouts. They yelled about injustice, and their faces turned red with anger.
The tribesmen did not know that their anger due to jealousy was far less than the anger of the gods. This guy was almost fuming with anger.
What kind of person can ascend to the altar as easily and freely as this young man? There is only one answer - a devout believer!
The higher the faith, the smaller the damage caused by the altar. On the contrary, the lower the faith, the greater the damage.
So, how low is the faith of these tribal people who climbed the altar but fell to the ground in pain?!
No wonder, no wonder, over the years, the faith value I have absorbed is so rare, let alone being promoted to a higher-level god, I can barely survive.
Now that they see the benefits, these guys are shouting about injustice. How ridiculous. This is really a big joke. He is a god and protects the tribe, but they don't believe in him.
The sad thoughts gradually turned into anger, and the anger could not stop.
This god is not going to tolerate it any longer. He cannot watch these guys who are not religious enough bully his most devout believers.
An angry roar rang out, drowning out the voices of all the tribesmen.
The tribal people's bodies froze, their mouths slightly opened, and their eyes widened as they looked at the figure floating in the sky above the altar.
"The gods, the gods have appeared!" A tribesman pointed at the gods in the sky and shouted suddenly.
Although the faith of the tribesmen was not that high, after all, they were facing the gods they believed in. They still knelt down in groups, lowered their heads, and almost buried themselves in the soil. Even the clergy warriors
It's exactly the same.
"I heard your voices, are you shouting injustice, are you angry?" the god asked slowly in an ethereal and distant voice.
The self-questioning tone made all the tribesmen present dare not speak, and they knelt on the ground obediently.
"Why are you angry? Do you think I'm... wrong?!"
"Wrong" came out of the word, the distant and ethereal voice no longer turned into incomparable anger, and the divine power suddenly descended on the tribe, pressing heavily on the tribesmen.
"puff……"
Several tribesmen who had shouted particularly loudly spat out blood, their faces were pale and their expressions were sluggish. They had been punished and were under even more terrifying pressure from the divine power.
"You are jealous, yes, you are jealous. Can't you figure out why this young man can get on the altar?" The voice of the god gradually became louder, and the angry flames burned again: "Because of faith, because of his devout faith!"
"..." All the tribesmen were trembling, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.
The gods have not appeared for many years, and when they do appear, they only convey words through priests, so that many people have forgotten the majesty of the gods, their own beliefs, and become frivolous.
But today, the gods came, slapped them hard, and told them with facts: Your gods are still your gods.
"If you have devout faith, this altar will not be able to trouble you, and pain will not come to you." The anger of the god only lasted for a moment, and the voice returned to the ethereal and distant voice again: "Those who have given up their faith
, cannot obtain my protection.”
After saying that, the god ignored the tribesmen whose faces were turning blue, white, and red, and lowered his head to look at the only young man in the tribe who did not kneel down and looked up at him with reverence and enthusiasm.
"You are fine, go ahead, young man, spread my voice and take my name to farther places. I will always protect you and I will be with you." The god made a guarantee.
The young man clasped his hands and finally knelt down, muttering: "As you command, my God." (To be continued)