Belief In The Kingdom of God

"my choice?"

Standing in the void, Vadria couldn't help but feel a little confused in the face of Attis's inquiry in front of him.

He thought for a long, long time, and then looked at the distant world. There, the brilliance of the world is still shrouded, blooming with endless brilliance.

"I understand." In an instant, Artis understood his choice.

He didn't say much, nor did he persuade him, just staring at Vadria with gentle eyes, silently supporting his decision.

A ray of divine power gradually volatilized, wrapping Vadria's body, sending him back to the main plane world in an instant.

In places where ordinary people can't see, a little purple world source power permeates Vadria, silently smoothing away the sins from his body.

"There is only so much I can do for you so far."

Seeing Vadria's disappearing figure, Attis sighed secretly, and then turned to other people around him.

He looked at the gods who had been resurrected by him, with a smile on his face: "What about your choice?"

These gods looked at each other, and the messages in their minds made them understand who the person in front of them was, and there was a sense of awe in their eyes.

"We are willing to follow our ancestors!" They unanimously reached a consensus in an instant and decided to follow in the footsteps of Attis.

Artis nodded: "My main body is still undergoing transformation, and it will take a while to arrive in this universe."

"During this time, you will return to the main plane and settle the past."

"The main plane is about to usher in the Demon God, and this universe will encounter a crisis. As my descendants, I allow you to bring your friends and subjects into the new universe to survive."

A faint voice rang around, causing joy in the eyes of many gods.

Then in an instant, a light flashed, taking them away from the void in an instant, and returning to the various positions of the main plane world following their will.

"I'm back again?" Looking at the familiar scenes around him, in an ice field, the tall barbarian goddess looked at the familiar tribe in the distance, with complex emotions such as rejoice, excitement, and loss in his eyes.

After a while, he looked at the familiar tribe in the distance, took a deep breath, and stepped into it.

The rest of the gods are similar.

At the beginning of the resurrection, Attis had already told them a lot of information. As the descendants of Attis, they had the right to know.

As the slaughter goddess, despite the **** sound, there are more or less friends and clansmen.

And while they were busy with these things, the three of Attis still stayed in the void.

"This is the end of this matter. The next thing to do is to remove all the believers and descendants on the main plane."

Looking at the two of Oularis and Ogsha in front of him, Attis nodded and said to them.

Hearing what Artis said, the two people on the opposite side nodded without any objection.

"Father, please start." Ogsha smiled, looking at Attis.

In Artis, the light of faith slowly dispersed, and on it, the thread of faith intertwined on his body, tightly entwined, and extended to the distance.

However, up to now, these lines of faith can only affect the surface of Attis, and can no longer affect the core of Attis.

If Artis wanted to, it would be no problem even to abandon all such believers, it's just a matter of willingness or unwillingness.

On the other side where these clues of faith are connected, scenes of prayer can be seen faintly.

At this moment, the huge power of faith accumulated on the main plane for thousands of years all flooded towards Attis, the huge power turned into divine power, and even faintly made this body of Attis much more solid.

"For thousands of years, countless believers and sacrifices have been devoted to praying and guarding, and they have accumulated so much power of faith." Artis raised his head, feeling the boundless power, with a calm expression.

In the vast and boundless power of faith, there are endless pure souls sleeping in it, and the body also carries pure lines of faith, connecting with Attis.

This is a devout believer who has died in the past thousands of years.

In the past, Attis once set up a back hand, and once left part of his own body, buried under the main plane, as the bearer of the power of faith.

The beliefs accumulated over the past thousands of years, although no one can use it because Attis is absent, it can be preserved under the bearing of part of Attis's ontology to nourish the souls of these believers, so as not to completely dissipate.

Of course, if you want your soul to be nourished by the power of faith, you must first be extremely pious, so that you can sense part of Attis's body after the death of the main plane and enter it to sleep peacefully.

At this time, these souls were finally accepted by Attis, and they were all put away by him, waiting to be put into the kingdom of God in the future.

Feeling these, Attis's eyes gradually shifted to other lines.

These lines of faith slowly spread forward, and finally extended into the main plane, connecting with believers one by one.

Every one that can emerge at this time is undoubtedly a devout believer, and the purest part of Attis' faith.

In the pure golden eyes of Attis, a picture gradually emerged.

Various believers wore different sacrificial robes. Among them were dark elves underground, humans and elves, and descendants with his blood. They all prayed devoutly there, and the sounds made him feel and made him hear.

Quietly, he sighed.

Then there was a wave of fluctuations, and after thousands of years of silence, he responded to his followers for the first time.

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The main plane.

On a continent in the south, the huge Yadi-Syrian Empire was established here. It has been standing in the main plane since ancient times where it descended, relying on the blessing of God to never fall.

The power of this empire is very powerful, with the blessing of the legendary **** of nature, and the whole nation believes in this god. The gods in the royal family have the blood of gods.

"Father God..." At this time, everywhere, it seemed to hear that call, and some people were whispering and crying.

Looking up at the sky, for an instant, they seemed to see the appearance of Attis, and they came back here again.

This is the remnant son of nature, and also the fruits bred in Attis's body that year. There are still remnants after the battle of that year, and they have been waiting in the main plane until now.

In a quiet temple, in a temple, the first aging Pope Gramma returned, and there was a memory of sacrifices in the temple. Only the popes and elders of the past are qualified to participate.

For thousands of years, the influence of the God of Nature has spread to all parts of the main plane. At this time, with his order, all of them boiled, and there was a storm in the entire main plane.