People Are in the Kingdom of God, and They Have Just Taken Place in the Adult Room

"People are in the kingdom of God, and they just contain things in the adult room (

In the beasts galloping, the sound is like thunder, carrying the last hopeful prayer of the Pigou Wendel tribe, slowly falling.

Countless Womi people looked up blankly and looked around, full of hope for the miracle to come.

In the sky, the messenger of the ancients is still hovering, indicating that the disaster is coming.

The horizon, the beast distorted by the curse, roared endlessly, and the rumbling war trampled on it, almost overthrowing the tribal ice castle.

In the air, the stench of internal organs and dirty blood is the smell of death.

Otherwise, nothing happened!

The great real people did not respond to the poor Womi, their faith seemed to be just a joke.

Carol trembling lips, suddenly raised his head and asked harshly:

"Master Bishop, is the Lord trying to abandon us?"

Horace squinted his eyes and looked around the Womi people below:

"The world is a sea of ​​bitterness. Those who believe in the Lord will be redeemed, and those who do not believe will fall into a sea of ​​bitterness. Do you really believe in our Lord? Carol the Host?"

Carol was shocked when he heard this!

Horace's question was like a sharp knife, tearing open his mask.

Mo said that he, even the other Womi people, also showed despair.

For the Womi people who have believed in Satogua, the **** of toads for thousands of years, how could they easily convert their beliefs?

Their beliefs are nothing but greed for the magma spells that block the beasts, the flames that lock the sky in summer, and the shadowy visions of dreams.

All this is not so much faith as it is a transaction.

That being the case, why do great real people want to redeem these unbelievers?

At this moment, shame, hesitation, despair, fear... shrouded in the hearts of every Womi.

"Boom..."

The trampling sound of the beast tide is getting closer and closer.

A plague called destruction, soldiers approached the city.

Horace sighed deeply in his heart and decided to flee this doomed tribe.

At this moment, a scene that surprised him happened.

Facing the rolling beast tide, the shaman high priest Moul suddenly turned around, fisted and stroked his chest, leaned slightly, and prayed with a trembling voice.

"Great Lord, my benevolent Lord, please forgive your humble believers for the blasphemy, the flock of ignorance and ignorance, longing for your salvation!"

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, the truth is forever!"

Accompanied by his prayers, the prayers became louder and louder!

First the red shaman, then the shaman guards, then the women and children... More and more Womi gave up their resistance, turned and prayed to the new real cathedral.

"This……"

Carol watched the beast tide rolling in, watching the people who gave up resistance one after another, a deep sense of powerlessness poured into her heart!

He understands the breakdown of the tribe.

This is the outbreak of thousands of years of struggling.

In this desperate world, all struggles are just to delay the arrival of death.

Only faith is the only way they can find.

"Kang Dang!"

He slumped down his weapon, turned around, clenched his fist and stroked his chest, pinning his remaining hope on the real person.

Whether he believes deep down in his heart or not.

‘Sad race! ’

Horace shook his head, stepping out of the door to the starry sky and fleeing the disaster.

Unexpectedly, when half of his body stepped into the door of the starry sky, his figure suddenly solidified.

He looked at the Womi people who rushed to give up the resistance in amazement!

God, what did he see?

He saw a miracle beyond time and space!

"call out--"

One head rushed to the front, covered in warts and dark purple, like a cursed and deformed cold spider, suddenly protruding its sharp limbs and poking at a Womi warrior who turned and prayed.

Unexpectedly, the arthropod has not yet touched the Womi Warrior, its body suddenly solidified, and a layer of hoarfrost climbed on its surface.

Not only Cold Spider, but countless beasts rushing to the Womi tribe, as if they have been cursed by time, they all stopped!

The pale hoarfrost is like the most surly seal, venting its power unscrupulously.

It is centered on the real cathedral and spreads in all directions.

Where the paleness spreads, the beasts freeze to death, the ghosts freeze, and strangely shaped sculptures stand on the snowy field.

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, the truth is forever!"

Carol faintly read the closing words of the prayer, and his heart was calm, he had accepted the end of destruction calmly!

However, the expected pain and shock did not arrive.

He opened his eyes blankly, turned around slowly, and brought in a scene in his eyes, which made his pupils relax and his heart swayed!

The tide of beasts sealed in the pale has lost the authority of the **** of death!

Like ancient poisonous insects sealed in amber, with teeth and claws, delicate and lovely.

"Lost lambs, turn your head and take a look!"

At this moment, the voice of Cardinal Horace floated down from the sky, awakening the Womi in prayer.

They all turned around blankly!

The scenery in front of them made everyone like Carol, all in an indescribable shock.

The pale, ice-dead beasts that spread to the sky, but surpassed the ice and snow, also froze their fear and blasphemous hearts.

"Whether it is survival or destruction, everything is the will of the Lord! The prophecies you see ~ www.readwn.com~ under the will of the Lord are nothing but dreams!"

"The Lord said, those who believe in me will be redeemed, and those who do not believe will fall into a sea of ​​suffering."

Horace preached the doctrine loudly!

He knows that the doctrines that have been read out hundreds of millions of times are not unforgettable this time.

In fact, it is true.

Listening to the reading of the cardinal, the Womi people trembled all over, their expressions both rejoicing and fearful!

They don't know, what is the punishment of the Lord?

Or is it the salvation of the Lord?

Or both!

But they know well that only those who believe in the great real can thrive in the promised land of the real people!

"Pale flame...Pale flame...Pale flame in prophecy!"

At this moment, trembling exclamations came from the crowd.

No need to remind, the Womi people have already discovered the anomaly.

They saw a miracle;

Saw the Lord’s favor;

Saw the pale manifestation of prophecy!

I saw the pale flames that traveled through the eternal time and space in the ice for thousands of miles, burning coldly, as if pouring out from the earth, and if falling from the stars, flooding the world!

"Hey--" the believer of the ancients who was almost ignored, let out a long roar.

When the Womi looked up, they saw the translucent believer of the ancients, releasing a bright green light, and the translucent body suddenly became pale as stinking.

The flesh covering the sky was twisted into countless pieces and flew to every corner of the sky!

As if the incarnation of Nyarlatotepu, it seemed that he could not bear the paleness of the real person, and retreated.

This scene fell in the eyes of the Womi people, shocked in the depths of their souls.

The pale prophecy that has troubled them for thousands of years and has been confirmed by real people has come true at this desperate moment of redemption!