savior epic

Chapter 317 The Man-Eating God Statue (Two in One)

When Chim Swaraj, the priest appointed by Graman, the god of cold wind, turned his head to select the believers, he suddenly found that one person was missing.

"I didn't hear anything else. He may have escaped, my lord priest. You know, his will has never been firm."

A believer in the old god said so, he was dressed in rags, his hands and feet were long and thin, and he used to be a thief.

"Gramman curse him! May the cold wind destroy his life!"

Chim cursed sharply, his hawk-like eyes swept over the believers present,

"If you leave me, you will surely freeze to death on this northern land. You must know that it was Graman who brought the incomparable cold wind, and his divine seat once stood in this extremely cold place in the world. "

A dozen or so believers lowered their heads and chanted in a low voice:

"Gramman, the great god of coldness, the mighty cold wind! I am waiting to pray to you."

"Gramman, the great god of coldness, the mighty cold wind! I am waiting to pray to you."

Chim was like a stern-eyed falcon, watching a man's prayers, tending earthly sacrifices for his god.He raised the wooden stick in his hand and slammed the knees of those who could not recite properly.

Those people let out a muffled howl.

Lomea and Amina, who followed this group of believers of the old gods, and several believers from the Sohe sect could not help but secretly sneered at this.

There is no other reason, believers of the old gods are too wild in many behaviors.

Because no matter whether it is a believer of the giant king or a true believer, it is absolutely impossible to curse the believers in this way. Because of improper prayer, the believers are punished with wooden sticks.

"The wildness is not lost."

The voice of the believer of the Sohe sect walking at the end, his voice is almost the voice of every Sohe sect,

"The path of faith is not something you force, and you will walk on the right path."

After Qim tamed the believers of the old gods in front of him into obedience, he glanced arrogantly at the believers of Soheer sect.

On the northern soil, since there are true believers as the common enemy, the gap between the Juwang Cult and the major old god beliefs is far smaller than the religious gap.

Therefore, after Qim had predicted the dangers of the trip, he decided to seek reinforcements for himself.

With the help of believers in the church, Qim joined forces with the Soheer faction and walked on this human bone mountain road.

"Amina the Practitioner."

Chim walked among the believers of the old gods,
"The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the more dangers there will be on the road. Everyone has seen the giant ant with human bones."

"We are each devout."

Amina paused, then said slowly:
"On this mountain path, we are destined to seek God's blessing for each other."

"Yes, that's exactly the reason. The God of Cold Wind will bless you all. I promise you here."

Qim made a gesture. Although he was a little courteous, his face was full of pride. He said slowly:

"There is no doubt that the King of My Kings is the only god among the gods who can stand side by side with Graman."

Amina glanced at Qim, and sneered at his arrogance.

Qim thought that he had shown enough kindness. After all, in the word of mouth of the believers of the old gods, certain facts would always be embellished in a pleasant way.

For example, in the eyes of believers of the old gods like Qim, it was the gods who commanded the king of kings to issue judgment and open the way for the gods to return.

Qim opened his arms, the barbarian-born priest was as strong as a bear, and laughed loudly:
"In any case, the lord of the true believers died as early as the end of the age of mythology, and no other gods can take care of our enemies. Rather, the lord's decline is a matter of course. Who asked him to take care of those hateful beasts? We, he did it on his own accord."

Lomea heard it in her ears, and she frowned tightly, trying not to utter a word.

She quickly calmed down, thought for a moment, and found words of defense.

"The king of my king is the successor of the Lord, are you prophesying that He will also suffer for himself?"

Lomea asked coldly.

Qim was taken aback, and then his face darkened.

The believers of the old gods turned their heads at this moment, and stared at Lomea unkindly.

These people have been tamed by Chim, the priest of the God of Cold Wind, into absolute obedience.

In their prayers every night, in addition to Graman's name, they would also recite Qim's name, because the latter was Graman's appointed priest.

Lomea turned his face away and stopped talking.

Qim looked at those believers. He found his pride in the awe-inspiring eyes of these believers. He raised his eyes and walked to the front. The wooden stick hit the ground and made a bouncing sound.

The human bone mountain road at the foot is sometimes gentle and sometimes winding, but most of the time it is gentle. Such a mountain is unavoidably strange, because many high mountains have gentle roads near the foot of the mountain and steep roads near the top of the mountain.

Now they have already walked halfway up the mountain, but the road under their feet is wide and flat.

After a group of people walked for nearly half an hour, they suddenly saw a huge rock wall across the front of the mountain road, with its top bent downwards, like slightly rolled linen paper, casting a huge shadow.

This huge rock wall that does not conform to common sense suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and the group gasped. Under the dark gray rock wall, stood two tall statues of gods.

One statue is like a naked woman with shofar horns, and the other statue shows the appearance of a man with an illusory lower body and a solid upper body.

"God, what is that?!"

"The cold wind is coming! The cold wind is coming!"

The believers of the old gods exclaimed, the scene in front of them can only be the creation of the ancient ancestors, it is so magnificent, but after looking at it for a long time, it feels dizzy and dizzy.

"It's the god Bel and the plague god Stullard!"

Qim struck the wooden stick in his hand, and suddenly pointed at an old believer:
"The cold wind crushes your enemies, but blesses you invincible. Marid, go and see."

Panic flashed across Maride's face, but he quickly stepped forward and headed for the rock wall.

Among the believers of the God of Cold Wind, no one dared to defy Chim, the priest appointed by Graman.

When he stood in front of the rock face, Chim asked him aloud:

"What do you see?"

"Priest, the priest appointed by the gods, this place seems to be some kind of mechanism made by dwarves. It should be forged by the ancestors and dwarves."

Marid turned around and reported loudly.

The words fell to his ears, Qim opened his hands, one hand was upward, his fingers made a gesture, and the other hand collapsed, he bit his lips tightly, opened the eyes of spiritual vision, the eyes appeared from his index finger, and the pupils rolled rapidly.

"There seems to be no danger ahead. Fortunately, we have God's blessing."

After the divination, Qim said so.

Amina looked at the two statues with a serious expression.

The people who lived for more than 300 years know the stories of the gods far better than the believers of the old gods whose faith has declined.

As for Sabella and Stullard, Amina vaguely remembered that the former betrayed the latter and stole half of the God of Plague.

"Sabela betrayed Stullard. There is a deep hatred between the two gods, but in front of this rock wall, there are two statues side by side. Who would worship two gods like this?"

Amina reminded in this way that she did not hide her secrets and told what she knew about the entanglement between Sabella and Stullard.

"It is indeed worthy of vigilance."

As Qim said, he sent more believers to check.

After the believers reported back and found out that there was no danger, Qim finally made up his mind to go forward in person.

So everyone walked to the rock wall.

The rock wall is dry and smooth, without any reliefs or characters. In the center, there are two thick and wide stone gates.

At the foot of the two statues, there is an altar for each.

Lomea stepped forward to observe carefully, and she saw a string of words in the center of the altar of the statue of Sabella.

"Stage theft, stage the betrayal"

That string of characters is not true Arabic or Yawen, but a dead language of the northern land.

Lomea, who has been studying in the Soher sect for ten years, just knows this language.

"On the other side?"

As she said that, Amina walked over, her knowledge was far richer than the young spirit envoy Lomeah, and she quickly recognized him.

"Fear the curse."

Amina was puzzled.

"What does all this mean?"

Kim asked, frowning.

Amina pointed to the altar under the statue of Sabella and said:
"Sabella, the God of Desire, betrayed and stole half of Stullard, the God of Plague. We may use this as a clue to present a sacrifice to this statue."

Then, Amina looked at the altar under the statue of Stullard, frowned, tried hard to remember, but still found nothing, and continued:
"As for the awe and curse. Forgive me, there are so many myths of the gods. I really can't think of relevant records."

As she spoke, Amina looked back at the emissaries sent by Su Heer, and they also had no answer to this question.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice."

Qim raised his hand, opened his eyes of spiritual vision, and divination again.

His eyes turned white, and after a while, he recovered from the divination.

Qim pointed to the altar of God Bell, and said:

"The altar of blood is to be poured with some kind of blood."

"Could it be the blood of theft or betrayal?"

An old god believer asked after hearing it, it was the person who did the robbery in the past.

Kim glanced at him, who shuddered.

"The cold wind blows away the sword that hurt you, come here, try it."

The thieves stepped forward, not daring or willing to disobey Chim's orders.

"You are a thief, and stealing is a kind of betrayal."

Chim poured out, his face like a strict father, and then recited a prayer for the believer:

"O Graman, through your head the holy is revealed
The howling wind on the top of the mountain, the sea and all the frost in the sky are all over the sky. "

Qim took out the bone knife used by the shaman from his arms, and grabbed the believer's hand, which immediately trembled with fear.

"Don't move! Trash! Are you a coward like the filthy true believers? If so, quickly convert to that decaying false god!"

Qim insulted the believers, comparing him to the true believers who had blood feuds, and even called the master of the true religion a false god.

The believer picked up his hatred for the true religion amidst the insults, gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists.

The rough bone knife cut through the believer's flesh, and under the severe pain, warm blood flowed into the altar.

The text below began to glow, as if the blood satisfied a certain need.

After all the words were lit up, Qim smiled with satisfaction, and indifferently pushed away the believers who were doing thieves.

The followers of the God of Cold Wind are accustomed to watching all this.

Qim walked towards the believers sent by Soheer, and was about to ask questions behind him.

Boom!

At this moment, there was a loud bang behind him.

Inch by inch the huge statue of Sabella was twisted around.

The blood floated out of nowhere in the altar, rising continuously, and leaning towards Sabella's face.

Everyone's hearts tightened immediately, and everyone felt that something was wrong, but they didn't know where this feeling came from.

When the blood stopped in front of Sabella's face.

Lomea felt his fingertips tremble suddenly.

Fear arises spontaneously.

The blood crashed into Sabella's face, and the shofar-like god, as if alive, raised the corners of her mouth stiffly, revealing a treacherous and terrifying smile.

Everyone present couldn't help feeling chills down their spines.

"Go! Let's go!"

Lomea shouted hastily.

Everyone at the scene reacted immediately, and the believers of the old gods ran away, trying to rush out of the shadow of the stone wall with hands and feet.

A drop of blood floated from Sabella's face.

The blood beads condensed into a long and thin thread, which fell down gently.

When those believers of the old gods who fled in a hurry were about to escape from the shadows.
The slender line of blood straightened abruptly.

The bodies of the believers of the old gods were amputated almost simultaneously.

Their faces were quickly occupied by severe pain, before they even had time to fear.

The disconnected upper body and lower body, after slipping and falling, squirmed outward as if each had its own will.

After a few seconds passed, the two halves of the body stopped moving and lay stiffly on the ground.

The cold brought by the horror swept everyone's body.

The movement of the statue of Sabella has not stopped.

It slowly bent down, opened its rich and gorgeous lips, bent its smooth knees, and bent its body down.

".What does it do?"

The believers of the old gods who had been frightened whispered.

The fingertip god opened its lips and stuck out a huge stalactite-like tongue.

The tongue rolled up the bodies one by one, and then the statue raised its head, and the rumbling sound of the corpse passing through the esophagus clearly resounded within the rock wall.

The statue of Sabella faced everyone, smiling even more.

After the Shengdu group got out of the cave just now, Vinakana stood on the mountain road, the bones under his feet made a cracking sound.

"The believers of Graman, the god of cold wind, climbed the mountain one step ahead of us, and there are also people from Hell sent by the pagan religion."

Vinakana raised her feet slowly and said:
"I don't know where they went."

"Lord bless us."

Jane paused, then said:
"Let them go, these people hate us, hate the Lord."

"We have to hurry up, someone is opening the way ahead."

With that said, Vinakana stepped forward.

While walking up the mountain road, Vinakana thought about it.

The scene just now reproduced the peace between Sabella and the plague god Stullard. Then it should be Sabella's turn to betray Stullard and give birth to a son and a daughter. The eldest son becomes a dead baby, and the daughter is eternal deep sleep.

The little girl hugged the puppy, and she looked straight ahead.

The puppy in his arms pricked up his ears and raised his nose, as if he had smelled something, he let out an uneasy and resentful bark.

(End of this chapter)