"What happened there?"

Even though the Parthian institution has always been famous for its laziness.

The riots that occurred under their noses were quickly known to the local intelligence officials.

"Sir, it's the statue of the Toboro sect that shines."

The deputy who had already understood the situation hung up the communicator, turned to look at the superior who asked the question and said.

Although the Parthian sect is said to be the dominant local sect, it also has the common problem of human beings that there are sects within sects.

In addition, many heretical sects that were attacked changed their names and were reborn under the cover of shells.

The Toboro Sect is such a small sect, with more than 1,000 core members and more than 10,000 ordinary members.

If it weren't for the fact that among the supporters were several large landowners from areas near the capital.

This group has no chance to participate in this prayer event.

The chief was silent for a moment, then grunted:

"It's so outrageous. You only know how to make small moves to impress the public!"

"Let someone give their leader a warning!"

The chief originally planned to have someone drive him out, but he thought that it was now a special period during the ceremony.

He chose the slightly milder option.

"Give way, give way!"

Several security guards wielding sticks fiercely approached the group of glowing statues.

Behind the security guard, there were several local soldiers following closely behind.

These soldiers carry Enfield rifles, which are considered antiques, on their backs.

This rifle was active before the First World War. Because of its low price and high quality, it later became the standard weapon of many indigenous soldiers and police in the Parthian sphere of influence, and won the trust of many people.

Anyway, there was an elite army composed of foreigners on the actual battlefield.

What do these worried locals want with such good weapons and equipment? If they are equipped and rebel, won't they have to spend more effort to suppress the rebellion?

And if it was snatched away by the rebels who were hiding in the countryside and refused to compromise, wouldn't it be even worse?

Of course, this intentional weakening of military and police force also results in the fact that when terrorists are encountered, they are often suppressed instead.

For example, in the Bombay War that once shocked the whole world, the local military and police combination, armed with Enfield rifles and wooden shields, vividly staged a drama for the world on the importance of firepower in modern combat.

Of course, while they are not effective against terrorists, these rifles are still a sufficient deterrent against local civilians.

Soon, these people surrounded the Toboro faction and ordered them to move to the side of the street.

A chubby Parthian official with a beer belly and a big beard came over and swept at several believers viciously.

Those people quickly retreated and lowered their heads while trembling.

Some people kept shaking their heads and shouting:

"It's not me. We don't know. By the way, it must be the high priest. He is the only one responsible for the statue of the goddess."

After hearing this, the official became more and more sure of what he was thinking.

He walked even faster, walked into the passage where the cowardly believers were retreating, and climbed onto the square altar they had raised.

On the altar, there are two statues of the White Elephant God and the Moon Goddess revered by the Tobolu sect.

What is shining at this moment is the statue of the Moon Goddess.

The official walked to the statue and found the gray-haired old priest kneeling in front of the statue, which was only two meters high, dumbfounded.

The official couldn't help but frown slightly, feeling that his dignity had been violated, and scolded:

"Are you the priest of the Toboluo sect?"

"Is it your fault that the statues are glowing?"

"Trying to use this to gain more believers? Don't look at what time it is now. It is the time for the whole country to unite and ask for God's gift!"

"Turn out the lights!"

"Light? What light?"

The old priest was slightly startled, and after his eyes regained a little focus, he laughed:

"I have never set up any traps, she is a goddess!"

"It's the goddess of the moon who appears!"

“He approved of my faith!”

The official was startled by the priest's laughter and waved his hand in annoyance.

Immediately, several cronies rushed over, no longer caring about the sect's face, and prepared to drag away the sacrifice by force.

However.

Several close friends have just come into contact with sacrifice.

His expression immediately changed, he knelt down with a humble expression, and began to kowtow:

"I feel the goddess's gaze!"

"It's true, this is the true manifestation of the moon god!"

"ha?"

The chubby official was stunned for a moment and felt a little at a loss.

He suddenly heard exclamations coming from near the street.

But the statues of the Moon Goddess all emitted soft white light and appeared!

At first, some of the people behind the sect who were watching from a distance thought that the priests had a clear understanding and that everyone was trying to please others.

Immediately afterwards, some sect leaders were angrily complaining about why other sects were so shameless, and most importantly, they did not bring themselves with them, and when they still had feelings for their sects in their hearts, they suddenly heard their own statues also glowing.

They couldn't help but blush, and they first wondered which bastard had killed him first and then played the show.

Then, as more and more shining idols appeared, more and more believers knelt down to worship.

Many sect leaders came to their senses and realized...this time the statue's glow was not someone else's arrangement, but a real miracle!

"The Moon Goddess really responded to us?"

"Goddess, I praise you!"

Chief An'an heard the report from his subordinates and rushed out of the mansion with excitement.

In the temple of the goddess.

The saint walked up to the balcony with the harp in her arms. According to the will of the Moon Goddess, she slowly played a harp song from the Lilliputian Kingdom that the Moon Goddess had spent hundreds of years improving.

Cast spells with the hidden incarnations of God.

The beautiful and melodious sound of the harp came from the temple in the blink of an eye and spread throughout the Parthian capital.

Even the millions of poor people near the capital who felt they had no qualifications and only dared to kneel on the roads and in the fields heard the beautiful sound of the piano.

The zither music that the Moon Goddess has worked hard on for hundreds of years is naturally impeccable, and even when played by ordinary people, it can be extremely shocking, exaggerating the elegance and dignity of the Moon Goddess.

Coupled with the divine power of the Moon Goddess Feiya, the appeal is even stronger.

In everyone's mind, they seemed to see a cold bright moon appearing in front of their eyes.

Under this bright moon, accompanied by the music of the piano.

Many people were so moved that during self-hypnosis, they felt that their body and mind had been cleansed by the power of the Moon Goddess.

after that.

Some believers from other sects even cried bitterly and repented.

They discovered that they had been waiting for this moment all their lives. Feiya, the goddess of the moon, was the god they should believe in wholeheartedly!

Whoosh!

The incarnations of the three gods hid in the clouds 10,000 meters high and spread their wings of light.

Suddenly, the cool moonlight shone through the clouds and illuminated the earth at this moment.

Under the moonlight, everything is silent.

There are only countless eyes looking up at the sky and pious expressions.

well!

A soft sigh came from the sky.

Then, accompanied by the sound of the piano that was coming to an end.

Drops of rain fell.

The pattering raindrops hit the people on the streets and in the fields, regardless of rich or poor, regardless of class.
To be continued...