Belief In The Kingdom of God

In a huge and magnificent church, an old man stood silently in front of a deity.

The deity looked like a young man, vaguely similar to Chen Ming, and before the deity, a branch of jasper was enshrined. This branch was green and crisp, as if it had just separated from the main body, exuding a powerful vitality.

The idol is made by the believers based on the vague image they felt during prayer. As the level of believers increases, their essence will become closer to the gods, and the image they feel will become clearer.

As the pope, Grama can be said to be the person closest to the gods in the world, and he naturally gets the deepest image.

At this time, in the church, dozens of people stood silently, and outside, there were hundreds of red-robed priests chanting and singing, and the sound of prayer filled the area.

Silently, Grama raised her head and looked at the idol in front of him. In his body, a suffocating divine power filled the others, which was frightening.

At this time, he is no longer the image of the old-aged old man 20 years ago. At this moment, he was wearing a golden and blue sacrificial robe dedicated to the high priest, and a crown dedicated to the pope on the stage. A faint light shrouded his body, which amazed the people around him.

He looked at the dozens of yellow robe sacrifices in the audience, and Kurumba standing on the side, and said: "Everyone standing here must have sensed the will of my god."

At the stage, everyone nodded, and then quietly looked at Grama on the stage, waiting for him to continue talking.

Gramma didn't hesitate, and said directly: "My **** has ordered us all to worship and preach in the southern city-states."

"This is the first oracle since my **** awakened twenty years ago. What are you going to do?"

In the audience, a group of people bowed their heads and prayed silently, and then their voices sprang out in unison: "Naturally, it is to follow the oracle."

Seeing this, Grama nodded, looked at Kurumba, and said, "How are the other tribes preparing?"

On the side, Kurumba raised his head, his armor exuded a faint light, and looked at Grama: "People from other tribes have already moved south, including those tribes that don't obey the church's management."

"This time the oracle, up to the red robe, all the sacrifices can be sensed, so even if it doesn't obey us, it still responds positively under the orders of my god."

In response, Grama smiled, showing a kindly amiable smile: "Of course, no matter how you disobey us, but its devotion to my **** is absolute, otherwise, it will not be promoted to high priest. To the point."

On the opposite side, Kurumba nodded when he saw this.

There are nearly a million believers in the dignified north. Naturally, it is impossible to have only the two high priests of Kurumba and Grammar, otherwise, the other party would not dare to resist openly. Moreover, compared to the two of them who have received the grace of God, the faith in the gods of the opposite priests is no weaker than them, at least they are fanatics.

It is a pity that although the beliefs are the same, the personal ideas are different, so that the two sides broke out contradictions and faintly opposed.

Speaking of it, this will happen because Chen Ming has been asleep for nearly 20 years. Although the believers can still sense the gods when they are asleep, they can't get a correct guidance and response.

In this case, because of the collision between the ideas of each person, contradictions will naturally occur, causing the believers to fall apart.

Thinking of this, Kurumba couldn't help sighing and looked at Gramma in front of him.

Feeling Kurumba's eyes, Grama nodded lightly, then looked at the many priests in front of him, and said: "But I am here today, but I am not just announcing the news."

In the audience, the many worshippers were slightly taken aback, looking at Grama.

"According to the oracle, the incarnation of my **** will be reincarnated in a few days."

He looked at the priests in the audience, and said the news in Zhouren's horrified expression.

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On the other side, Chen Ming looked at his own body, thinking about everything that happened before.

"This world has reached a certain critical point at this time. As far as external forces are concerned, the corpses of the demon gods are distributed around the continent and bred demon energy, continuously demonizing the creatures of this world; and inside, the ancestor spirits unscrupulously demanded blood sacrifices. , The grievances have already condensed."

"If you want to change all of this, you must solve them one by one, or even overthrow the existing order."

A faint divine light flashed in Chen Ming's eyes, and a stern power entangled him.

He raised his head and looked to the sky.

In the sky, a source of power was whizzing and boiling, as if calling for his actions.

"If you want to slightly change the status quo, then it is enough for the priests to go south to preach."

"But if you want to completely change and completely redeem this world that is on the brink of destruction, then you have to do everything step by step and overthrow everything that is now and start over."

He looked at the body in front of him that was still immobile. Above, the fruits of various shapes tremble gently under the common nourishment of the world's source power and the body, and they were almost mature.

It seemed that he had sensed the approach of his consciousness. Among them, several childlike mature consciousnesses tried to get closer to him, but they were isolated by an invisible space. It's just that the sense of intimacy in the same vein still made Chen Ming stunned, his eyes gradually softened.

He looked at his soul.

The fourth-level soul body is no different from ordinary people, and can even marry a wife and have children, but it can't have children yet.

Sensing the cohesion of the body, Chen Ming smiled bitterly, and then, in the dark, a mysterious and mysterious source appeared, in which two gods were faintly condensed.

This is the true spirit, representing all the imprints of a life, and the most primitive origin of life. As long as there is a trace of existence, there is the possibility of survival.

Sensing his true spirit, in the midst of it, there seemed to be memories reappearing in his mind, making him in a daze.

After a while, Chen Ming's heart was ruthless, and then, in the true spirit, two gods suddenly brightened, and a powerful and firm force slowly emerged, blessing above the true spirit.

With the emergence of this power, a slight crack began to appear on the true spirit, and then, in a broken sound in the dark, the true spirit suddenly became two halves.

Among them, in the larger half, two godheads faintly appeared, emitting bursts of light, slowly healed the scars on the true spirit, and gradually stabilized the two true spirits.

On the other side, Chen Ming only felt a pain coming from the deepest part of Mingming, making his face white, and he couldn't help but step back a few steps. The hand gently stroked his chest, as if something important was missing.

As the godhead radiated dim light and repaired the true spirit, Chen Ming slowly recovered, but his face was still pale and his breath suddenly weakened a lot.

"Fortunately, he didn't fall out of the fourth level." He sighed slightly, feeling the aura of the original fourth-level peak falling a little bit, and some sighs.

Then, the split true spirit suddenly moved, and in the godhead, countless golden merits poured out, slowly nourishing the true spirit.

With the gradual consumption of the merits, it was nearly half a time before the depletion, the true spirit suddenly shook, and recovered from the damage, with a faint light of pale golden merit.

Then, following the feeling in the dark, Chen Ming gently pushed the true spirit that had split. A quaint godhead in his body slammed into motion, and an infernal power enveloped it.

Following the long river of fate and the echo of the world, the true spirit disappeared in the same place and was swept into the distance by a torrent.

On the spot, seeing this scene, Chen Ming couldn't help the exhaustion that came from the source, and slowly retreated into the body and fell asleep.