Book of Gods and Demons

"Book of Gods and Demons (

On the dock, dozens of human-shaped torches were burning among the crowd.

Divine flames are raging, and the burning human body is filled with dark, green, and blue lights. These gloomy lights turned into large and small distorted faces, making a hoarse scream, and then quickly vanished in the golden flames.

The citizens of Tulum Port near these human torches screamed and ran away in a panic, lest the divine flame spread to them.

There are too many people and the crowd is too crowded.

When the crowds of people were in a mess, many of them fell to the ground, and then one foot trampled on them.

Seeing that a terrible trampling accident was about to break out, Saint Attila's voice enveloped the entire pier. His voice was clear and ethereal, full of an inexplicable sense of solid strength, and immediately smoothed the confusion of everyone on the pier. Mood.

"The glory of our lord only punishes sinners and is harmless to believers."

The citizens clamoring to flee around were shocked to find that the magical inflammation emanating from the burning human body was really not warm at all-their bodies had already touched the golden magical inflammation, but their limbs, their clothing, Did not suffer any damage.

Immediately, pieces of citizens fell to their knees.

Soon, almost all the citizens on the pier fell to the ground.

The ghost place of Tulum harbor is full of gold and silver, and crimes are horrendous. Whether it is the high-ranking rich, or the wealthy businessmen and citizens with small net worth, or the sailors and workers who are at the bottom of the society... They hang out here, there are many of them. I have done some illegal activities.

Even the Rittal family, their family smuggled so many goods... Really need to be investigated in accordance with the laws of the empire. From top to bottom, the Rittal family are all exiled from the northern ice sea desert island for mining!

If you do too much bad things and make more money, it is inevitable that you will feel empty in your heart and lack of faith.

The two cathedrals of Tulum Port Golden Oak Church and Yingui Church receive far more donations each year than the two cathedrals in the Imperial Capital. Except for Tulum Port, there are more nouveau riche Tubao...More The thing is, the people here have a guilty conscience!

With a guilty conscience and peace of mind, I am more willing to donate generously to ‘ghosts’

A guilty conscience and peace of mind, so when the real ‘miracle’ appeared in front of my eyes, almost everyone on the dock knelt down.

Standing on the dock, apart from the clergy who belonged to the church system, there were only the Duke of Ross, Hesse, and a group of generals under the Duke of Ross, the other six patriarchs of the seven-member committee family around Hesse, and a group of vassals. Large family members around the Rittal family.

Duke Rose did not kneel, and none of her generals would kneel.

Hessian does not kneel, only the family of Hessian and Rittal belong to the big family, and they will not kneel.

The leaders of the Committee of Seven did not kneel down, and the members of Tulum, the officials, large and small officials, they were all trembling, gritted their teeth, trembled their legs, and straightened their waists furry in their hearts. .

It's just that, watching those who stand upright in the crowd, there are all kinds of strange sights on their bodies, and many people who stand in the same place, their faces are ugly to the extreme.

"This is the Durham Empire. Sinners should be punished by the laws of the Empire." The Duke of Ross stopped snarling and warned Saint Attila with a serious face.

"When the secular laws are incapable of punishing sinners, God's punishment is bound to come." Saint Attila lowered his voice and smiled at the Duke of Ross: "Wait, wait, be grateful, be in awe, and be humble from now on."

Duke Rose pressed his red lips vigorously, and his delicate and charming lips pressed into a thin red line, like a blade, becoming extremely dangerous and fierce.

Hessen coughed. He stepped forward and bowed to Saint Attila: "As you said, the great God of Mu is as graceful as the sea, and the might of God is like prison. Sinner heresy is not qualified to bathe in Mu's glory. If they dare to appear under Mu's light, what awaits them must be complete destruction."

"Your Excellency Saint Attila, I am from the Port of Tulum Committee of Seven..."

Saint Attila interrupted Hessian's words, and he shook his head slightly: "Hessian Jung Witto? I know you, you look like a devout believer on the surface, and you treat St. Hild's Cathedral every year. His donations are among the best... However, your little son, it seems to my lord..."

Hessian frowned, and the bald man stared at Joe?

Of course, in the previous investigation of Zhongqiu's **** case, Joe taught the gods of St. Hild's Cathedral a lesson... But that was not a too violent conflict. Didn't all the problems solve afterwards?

"Joe..."

Hesse's words were interrupted again unceremoniously: "Let him come and confess to me in person, and I will appraise his beliefs."

Hessen coughed: "He followed his mother, Mutesthe's..."

Hessian still couldn't finish this sentence.

Saint Attila said calmly: "Only belief in Mu is orthodox... I will preside over a transfer ceremony for him to let him leave Muteste and become a believer in my lord. That's it. It's settled. I look forward to meeting him."

Hessian's two eyebrows were frowned together, and the two thick and shiny beards as thick as a scimitar were jumping up and down dangerously.

Saint Attila completely ignored him, almost arbitrary, and unscrupulously put forward his decision.

This feeling is very bad.

Even when the Wells family, the overlord of Tulum Harbor in the past, was still at its peak, there was no such rudeness or domineering.

And Saint Attila...

Hessian grinned: "Joe's piety to Muteste is unshakable."

He finally uttered a complete sentence in front of so many people, and he unceremoniously rejected Saint Attila's previous suggestion.

Saint Attila took a deep look at Hessian: "Before the glory of my lord, his attitude is irrelevant... The same is true of your attitude. You are all mortals, only my lord is supreme, and only I The servant of the Lord is above all beings."

Saint Attila’s voice resounded across the sky: "You are a sheep, and my lord’s servant is a shepherd dog... Therefore, you should be humble and obedient, so you will be blessed... Or, you will be severely stern by our lord. punishment."

The crowd kneeling on the pier echoed loudly at the same time. They recite the chapters about Mu's charity and punishment in the sacred scripture compiled by the Golden Oak Church. The billowing sound and waves gathered together. Under the chanting of hundreds of thousands of citizens, Saint Attila, whose bald head reflected the sun, was as majestic as a true **** at this moment.

Hesse clenched his fist hard.

If it weren't for so many people here...

if not……

Hessian pursed his mouth vigorously, and in a pair of dark eyes, there was a little crazy fierce light flashing. At this moment, he is even more vicious than the most vicious bandit in the mountains west of Tulum Harbour.

He even made no secret of his hostility to Saint Attila.

Saint Attila smiled slightly, he took a deep look at Hessian, then turned around, raised his hands, and started an impromptu sermon to the citizens kneeling on the dock.

A choir composed of boys and children about ten years old came down from the giant ship. They stood in line behind Saint Attila, singing praises to Mu with their crisp and tender voices.

The singing of the choir of a hundred people became the background, and the sacred tunes set off the high-pitched, solemn, and divine majesty of Saint Attila's sermon. The sky seems to have a golden light shining down, shining the Tulum Port pier with golden light everywhere, and for a while, it is like being in the legendary cloud god.

A faint golden light lit up on many of the citizens who were kneeling on the ground.

The old wounds and chronic diseases in their bodies, especially the rheumatism, arthritis and other problems that the old sailors have accumulated due to their years of life at sea, have all disappeared in the golden light.

These citizens only feel that they are warm, their spirits are constantly growing, and even the gray hair of many people has returned to their original hair color in an instant. Everyone seems to be younger in their teens or twenties.

Some people began to cry bitterly, shouting Mu's holy name.

The Duke of Hessen and Rose looked at each other helplessly, this time, they lost a lot!

Archbishop Laurent has no such means at all, and it is impossible to launch such a powerful and large-scale ‘divine magic’. Archbishop Laurent was able to perform divine arts, consume divine power, and even gritted his teeth and sacrificed his blood for three or five people or thirty or fifty people. He was able to preside over a sermon ritual for thousands of people and relieve the pain of thousands of people.

But like Saint Attila, the magical scope covers the entire wharf area, affecting hundreds of thousands of people...

The appalling method, the personal strength of this man, is simply...

Tier 6 peak?

Or even, the legendary, Tier 7?

The Duke of Ross, who has always been not afraid of the sky, and who enjoys such famous names as the ‘madwoman’, the devil’s head, and the female butcher in the Southern Special Zone of the Durham Empire, can't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart at this moment.

Hesse's face twitched violently~www.ltnovel.com~ He glanced in a certain direction of Old Pier No. 1.

His lips squirmed, and then he swallowed it into his belly with a grunt, without spitting it out.

After half an hour, Saint Attila, whose skin was slightly red, ended the sermon.

In the tsunami-like praise of hundreds of thousands of citizens, the Duke of Ross smiled and invited St. Attila to participate in the official welcome banquet held by Tulum Port and big figures from all walks of life and households.

In the banquet hall of Tulum Harbour City Hall, the banquet is ready, only for Saint Attila to attend.

Saint Attila took out a string of 108 bone rosary beads from the sleeve of the wide robe. He slowly fiddled with the rosary that had been rubbed, and at least after ten years of rubbing the rosary, he gently shook his head.

"As everyone knows, I was born in the Darbhang Ascetic Monastery."

"For me, worldly extravagance, all enjoyment is the original sin."

"A glass of water, a leaf of vegetable, and a piece of bread are enough for me."

"Welcome, the banquet will be attended by my personal secretary instead."

"Lambs, remember, the glory of our lord bestows you with life... humble, pious, and dedicated to worship, so that you can get infinite blessings..."

"Or, you will be burned by the divine flame forever, tortured forever, endlessly."

Saint Attila looked at the Duke of Rose, then at Hesse, and then sneered, leading the brigade to follow.

Even he didn't bother to say a word with Archbishop Laurent.

Archbishop Laurent was so angry that he finally stomped his feet and cursed in a low voice: "Domineering...it's just...unreasonable."

He finally understood that all the kindness and enthusiasm of Saint Attila before, the feelings were all pretended!