Marvel's Mulgore Inn

Chapter 211 The embryonic form of the shaman army

In a lighthouse country of freedom and democracy, it is easier to form a sect than to fry a Chinese cabbage.

1. A certain number of believers;

2. There is a need for frequent gatherings;
3. There are pastors who preside over the gathering activities;
4. Have a management organization (or preparatory management organization) and rules and regulations;

5. Have a certain source of income.

Remarks: If none of the above five items are satisfied, you can open the door and yell "the so-and-so religion is officially established" (at least two or more strangers can hear it)!
So while Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner and those superheroes were fighting bloody battles and were extremely busy, Kous, who had nothing to do, was actively planning own sect.

A group of women who were more idle and flustered also rushed to offer ideas.

"As a lover of the Bloodhoof Cult who believes in the Force, I think I am qualified to be the Virgin Mary of this sect!" These were Erica's original words, which were then refuted by Elsa.

"I'm also Cous's lover, why can't I be Maria?"

"You are all lovers, and I am the future princess of the Bloodhoof Emperor! I am qualified to be the CEO of the Bloodhoof Sect... No, no, executive director or something?"

"...I can be the saint of the Bloodhoof Cult!"

Four beauties with their own characteristics made a fuss, and Cows pulled William beside him and whispered.

"The purpose of the sect? Doesn't your Indian tribe have something like that? Use it to copy."

"Ritual? You can figure it out..."

Fortunately, William Tallinn's father, Thomas Tortris, was the patriarch of the Cheyenne clan. He had heard about it since he was a child, but he managed to cobble together a decent system.

When Frank Caster came back from inspecting the pier, he thought the farce was about to end, but after Frank learned the whole story, he suddenly performed a strange courtesy to the little wolf William, "See the high priest! "

"What kind of etiquette is this?" Kous asked curiously.

"I don't know, I saw it in South America and thought it looked cool."

Therefore, the painting style that should have been corrected by the tough and old-fashioned "punisher" completely moved in a more crooked direction because of a sudden whim of Uncle Punishment.

"Teacher, I think we need more people to believe in you and let them know your greatness..."

"Oh? I think it's good!" Cows was so happy that he didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.

A week later, when forty or fifty Indian children who were about the same age as William gathered in an abandoned warehouse for an initiation ceremony noisily, Cows finally noticed something was wrong.

"Hey, this is not a kindergarten!"

Cows finally found a gap and asked High Priest William Tallinn to question him.

"Teacher, don't worry, these guys are all carefully selected by me!"

"Marcus, the son of the leader of the Cadodan Indian tribe!"

"Bogan, the son of the leader of the Indian Utop tribe!"

"...the second son of the leader of the Suwan tribe!"

"Bridges, from the Comanche tribe..."

What shocked Kaus even more was that after these little guys completed the initiation ceremony, under the leadership of William Tallinn, they saluted sincerely to the bewildered Kaus, and then looked decent. He began to sit cross-legged, with five hearts facing the sky.

The next moment, Kau Si found that the four elements in his body were about to move, and it seemed that a group of guest users were sending calls to his server.

So, after Cows tried to let go of a little authority, these half-grown teenagers suddenly had elemental fluctuations visible to the naked eye.

"Oh shit!?"

Cows instantly recalled the ferocity of 40 shamans pushing the MC horizontally for three hours. The whole process was full of wind, fire, thunder and lightning, and high-energy scenes emerged one after another.

"Hello!" Erica was also surprised, she narrowed her eyes, as if thinking of something.

Elsa stopped making trouble, she frowned thoughtfully.Then he turned his head and exchanged glances with Erica quickly.

"This Bloodhoof Cult...seems to require in-depth research!"

"Who says no? This is a very good opportunity. The Indians' acceptance of natural elements exceeds our imagination. We can build a powerful supernatural force on this basis."

"However, he's too lazy! He wasted his powerful supernatural ability—Sister Erica, look at Cows, he's still distracted!"

"Isn't laziness the result of being sucked dry by you little goblins?"

"What's the matter with me? I've only been back for a few days?"

"Okay, so the Bloodhoof Doctrine needs to be adjusted... We still need to further improve it! Legends, totems, beliefs, holy objects, systems, and cultivation, I think we should do a lot of work for Cows, so that Cows can S... well, it's us, so we can get an army so powerful that everyone is shocked!"

"I have an idea - the Bloodhoof Cult was born to fight against the demons from the abyss. Mephisto is not good, he is real. When the congregation mentions the name of Mephisto, he will be in the dark Induction! And I don't think Cows can deal with that old guy..."

"Light and darkness are opposite, nature and fate are entangled, so we need to introduce a reliable villain!"

"Is the holy object mentioned just now - the blood stone okay?"

"No! Turn back and let Cous go to the basement to find something..."

No one knew why the two women could talk so much just by looking at each other. Only Stephanie looked at Cous with infinite tenderness, and the fire in her eyes could almost melt the man.

Carrie squatted beside her and gnawed on the beef jerky—this was a gift from one of the teenagers.Then she was picked up by Erica.

"What are you doing?" Carrie, who interrupted her eating, expressed dissatisfaction.

"I remember a few days ago someone said that they wanted to become the saint of the Bloodhoof Cult?"

"Yeah!" Carrie nodded vaguely with a piece of food in her mouth.

"Then you are now!"

"Oh——" Carrie is no stranger to this. She has traveled to hundreds of millions of planets, and was regarded by the local indigenous people as the incarnation of gods, the mother of all things, the beginning of the gods, and the god of creation, let alone a small saint.

"The saint is here, we have to seriously think about it next, and find a villain in the doctrine!"

Erica discussed with Elsa, and pulled Cous, who was still in a daze, out of the warehouse.

"Huh? Why are you looking for a villain?"

Cows still doesn't understand what the second daughter thinks.

"Because a long-term goal needs to be established!" Elsa patiently explained, "A great God also needs Satan as an opponent, Shiva needs to kill Antaka, and the Eastern Heavenly Emperor also has an enemy of Buddha!"

"Oh, Elsa, your study of religion is deeper than I imagined!" Cows sighed sincerely, "Look, you broke the historical truth in one sentence. The enemy of the Emperor of Heaven is Buddha. 13 billion people have not seen through the inside story!"

"So, think about it quickly, is there any opponent with similar strength as you?"

This problem stumped Cows. The Marvel world was extremely polarized. The strong waved and collapsed galaxies, while the weak were still busy counting whether they could lift 25 tons or [-] tons.And as long as I have the right tactics, I should be able to defeat several sub-celestial fathers...

Not far away was bustling, and a tourist group from the East came.The leading tour guide is a fat man with a big smile—this is one of Jin Bing's subordinates. He handles the ground pick-up work of the international travel agency, and then brings this group of seemingly wealthy guests to Hell's Kitchen, intending to ruthlessly Make a fortune.

"What is this for? Why do tourist groups come to Hell's Kitchen?" As a former ace assassin in the underground world, Erica only felt that her nerves were a little out of order.

"You don't understand this!" Cows immediately understood everything after just a glance.

"Have you seen those idiot eyes full of longing? They are the vested interests of a certain country in the East. They are curious about every place abroad. They marvel at the prosperity and prosperity of America, and insist that the moon abroad is rounder than the one at home. Philosophy. I heard that many people are eyeing this kind of guy, and after squeezing every penny out of them, they are still willing to be the lackeys of the Western world after returning to China, wantonly advocating how sweet the air in the West is..."

He sneered and ridiculed the group of bastards, and walked towards the tour guide of the underworld boy, ready to explain a few words and teach the group of guys an unforgettable and profound lesson.

But the next moment, his face suddenly changed.

"Why is she in the tour group?"

"Who?" Erica and Elsa asked curiously almost at the same time.

"A guy who is more powerful than Cain... When she broke into the earth plane, she directly touched the earth's defense system and alarmed the guardian of the plane, Mage Gu Yi."

"Holy Seraphim and Fallen Angel are in one body, loyal follower of Lucifer, leader of Hell's Legion of Fallen Angels, demon god who ranks as king—"

"Belial!"

(End of this chapter)