Belief In The Kingdom of God

In front of the bustling tavern, under the warm atmosphere, there is still a quiet corner.

Outside this corner, the people in the tavern were dancing enthusiastically, setting off the atmosphere in the tavern with great enthusiasm.

Watching this scene from the outside world, Artis stood up and quietly looked at the old man standing on the ground in front of him.

The old man told his story and experience word by word, and Artis also listened quietly, without any surprises or surprises, only a little relief.

"Life and soul have bloomed to the end, and the last bit of brilliance prompted a desire, so it is so pure?" Looking at the old man in front of him, Attis muttered to himself.

A little inexplicable power emerged between them, as if faintly with wind ups and downs, lifting up the old man in front of Attis.

Artis didn't do much, but calmly said: "Until now, I still lack a guide. If you don't mind, you can travel with me."

The old man in front of him was taken aback, but quickly reacted. Although his eyes were still calm, his face showed a hint of respect in a timely manner: "Yes, follow your will."

"Then, let's go."

Raising his head and turning around, looking at the messy scene in the tavern before him, Artis shook his head, leaving a few gold coins on the original table, and then went straight out.

Behind him, a burly muscular Gerry and the old man followed, and walked out behind Atis, without attracting the attention of anyone in the tavern. It seems that everyone treats them as non-existent.

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"Aris, go quickly!!!" A hurried shout suddenly sounded in the same place.

A tall middle-aged man wore a red sacrificial robe, shrouded in the brilliance of divine power, and looked angrily at several figures in front of him: "What do you want to do with robbers!"

His expression was very angry, and a natural divine power on his body continued to shroud. As his mood continued to change, he gradually became extremely aggressive, giving people a great sense of oppression.

"Well, **** it, the intelligence is wrong."

A rough voice sounded in front, a tall man in armor with a thick blood color, looked at the old man in a red robe in front of him with a grin: "Unexpectedly, in a hidden town, there will be one The red robe sacrificial offering surprised me."

"Kayadis-sama!!!" An icy voice came from behind him.

A knight in armor walked up behind him, with an aura of vindictiveness on his body, standing silently behind the tall man: "The people outside have been resolved, only this area has not been searched. "

The round objects were thrown out by these knights like trash, making the red-robed old man on the opposite side stunned and his eyes full of anger.

If you look carefully, those round objects are heads with fear and hatred on their faces.

"You... believers who treat our lord like this will surely be punished by our lord in the future!!"

Looking at the head all over the floor, the old man was almost speechless. He stood there and looked at the knights on the opposite side in disbelief. The anger in his eyes almost turned into reality.

"Cut, your so-called hero kings have been out of this world for thousands of years. You don't know if you are alive or not, so what would you use to punish me?"

Kayadis’s face was disdainful: "Now, you should think about yourself first, and those who are acquainted will give me the blood of the goddess and the vindictive cultivation method you hide, otherwise I can’t guarantee. Will you stand there intact later."

On the opposite side, the old man was so angry that he couldn't speak. He stood there and pointed at Kayadis on the opposite side in disbelief: "Evil man, you not only peep into the blood of God, but also covet the wisdom of God, sooner or later. Will go to hell!"

Behind the old man, in some corners of the house, a little boy was hiding. Listening to the words of the opposite knight, the anger in his eyes suddenly rose, almost uncontrollable, and he was about to rush out.

But at the end of the day, he understood that at this time he himself had no combat power at all, and if he rushed out directly and left the envelope of the magic circle, he would only be discovered by the opponent, dragging down others in the battle.

"It seems that there is no more to talk about." Looking at the old man in front of him, Kayadis said with some regret.

"Since the opponent can be promoted to the red robe sacrifice, it means that the opponent is a fanatic of the **** of nature, how could he obediently hand over the blood of his **** to you." Behind him, a cold voice appeared, and a black robe wizard was in the shadows. Came out, coldly looking at the red robe sacrifice on the opposite side.

The black robe sacrificial body was shrouded in powerful shadow power, just that kind of power and radiation made the surrounding knights overwhelmed and had to avoid his surroundings.

"Curia, you are here too." Kayadis was not surprised, but smiled coldly: "Since everyone is here, then stop talking nonsense."

The violent fighting spirit and witchcraft were performed here, and the shaman named Kuria showed a huge shadow power, which turned into a shadow ball, and headed towards the red robe in front of him to sacrifice.

Seeing this scene, the Hongpao sacrifice did not hesitate.

He was holding a **** emblem in his right hand, which was engraved with the pattern of the **** of nature and part of the **** pattern, which contained part of the mysterious power.

But at the moment, he didn't hesitate, and immediately crushed the emblem in his hand.

A peculiar vibration rang around, and on the altar in the center of the village, a burst of crisp and broken sound suddenly sounded, making the complexion of the surrounding people greatly changed.

"Not good!" Curia's face was cold, and his face suddenly changed after seeing the old priest's movements.

Not only him, others seemed to understand what the old priest was doing at this time, and their expressions changed drastically.

In places where mortals cannot see, a ray of faith power is slowly rising, following the power instinct of the divine emblem to escape, looking for a suitable carrier.

And around here, the power of faith accumulated on these altars for countless years, driven by instinct towards the old priest.

In an instant, the aura on the body of the old sacrificial priest increased steadily, but the strength of the first level was rapidly improved. Almost a few decades have passed in an instant, and it is directly approaching the peak level of the first level.

However, his appearance at this time does not seem to be very good either.

Although he was still wearing a red robe, his body was filled with a more powerful aura than before, but it seemed a little unstable, just like an unstable bomb, although it was powerful, it could explode at any time.

He glanced vaguely behind him, and as a large amount of faith was instilled into his body, the mood of the old priest gradually became indifferent, leaving only the purest faith and mission in his heart.

He did not hesitate, watching the huge knights gradually surrounding him, several terrifying magic arts were directly released.