totem god system

Chapter 490

Unexpectedly calm, the young man just watched those scary thorns squirming out of the way, and he stood up on it easily and freely, without any harm.

The young man showed a smile on his face, and walked up the steps step by step.

Unlike others who grinned their teeth in agreement, he smiled as if he was about to eat a good dinner.

Gradually, the young man attracted the attention of others, who were at first dazed, then shocked.

Why can this young man not be harmed?

Why can this young man climb up easily?
"It's not fair!" Finally, a tribesman couldn't bear it anymore and roared loudly. He had tried it twice, and each time he had to endure unimaginable pain, but he couldn't go very far.

"unfair!"

"unfair!"

With the leader, other tribesmen also shouted.

The yelling of the tribal people did not stop the young man from walking. He turned a deaf ear and walked up briskly. Amidst the yelling, he walked up to the small altar that could only accommodate one person.

When the young man stood on the platform of the altar with both feet, he felt a wonderful calling, full of divinity, even if he didn't see it, he knew that this calling must come from the gods!

"Walker?" The young man muttered to himself, the smile on the corner of his mouth widened, he slowly opened his arms, and chose to accept from the bottom of his heart.

Why not accept it, isn't the purpose of climbing the altar to become a priest?

A gentle beam of light fell from the void. Under the altar were the tribesmen who were still clamoring, and above the altar were devout believers who were being baptized.

When the beam of light disappeared, the young man had successfully changed his job to become a walker.

His old animal skin coat disappeared, and was replaced by a strange black hooded robe that covered his entire body. This robe came from the system and was one of the first equipment of the walker. It had no defensive function, but it was warm in winter. Summer cool, only walkers can wear it.

In addition to the robe, there is also a necklace around his neck. The straw rope is printed with wonderful runes. The pendant is a small bottle carved out of animal horns. This is a storage bottle for storing divine power. Looking at the little The one is not as long as a little finger, but there is a lot of space inside, enough for today's young people to use.

A wide belt is tied around the waist, which looks like smooth leather mixed with animal tendons, and a token is hung on the belt.

Black hooded robes, divine power storage necklaces, animal skin and animal tendon belts, plus the god cards purchased by the gods, this is the standard attire for junior walkers, and their attire will gradually change as they practice.

The seemingly simple attire is considered a luxury in the eyes of primitive people. They usually wear the simplest and rough animal skins. Where have they seen such attire?

How can such beautiful clothes be worn by a little transparent in a tribe, it should be given to them!

Jealousy breeds resentment, and the tribesmen who had tried to climb but failed paused for half a minute, then erupted in louder shouts, yelling at injustice, their faces flushed with rage.

The tribal people didn't know that the anger they generated due to jealousy was far inferior to the anger of the gods. This guy was about to blow up.

What kind of person can ascend to the altar as easily and freely as this young man, there is only one answer - a devout believer!

The higher the degree of faith, the less damage the altar will cause, on the contrary, the lower the degree of faith, the greater the damage.

So, how low is the faith of these tribal people who climbed the altar but fell to the ground painfully? !
No wonder, no wonder, over the years, the faith value I have absorbed is so rare, let alone advanced to a higher level of gods, and I can barely maintain my existence.

Now seeing the benefits, these guys actually shouted about injustice, how ridiculous, this is really a big joke, I am a god, and I protect the tribe, but they don't believe in themselves.

The sad mind gradually turned into anger, and the anger couldn't rest.

This god didn't intend to tolerate it any longer. He couldn't watch these less devout guys bully his most devout believers.

The roar sounded, overshadowing the voices of all the tribal people.

The tribal man's body froze, his mouth opened slightly, and his eyes widened as he looked at the figure floating in the sky above the altar.

"God, it's the god who has appeared!" A tribesman suddenly shouted, pointing at the god in the sky.

Although the tribal people's faith is not that high, after all, they are facing the gods they believe in. They still knelt down in groups, lowered their heads, and almost buried them in the soil. Even the priestly warriors It is exactly the same.

"I heard your voices, are you shouting about injustice, are you angry?" the god asked slowly in an ethereal and distant voice.

The self-questioning tone made all the tribal people present dare not speak, and they knelt on the ground obediently.

"Why are you angry? Do you think I'm... wrong?!"

The word "wrong" came out, and the ethereal and distant voice stopped, and turned into incomparable anger, and the power of the gods suddenly descended on the tribe, pressing heavily on the tribesmen.

"puff……"

Several tribesmen who shouted especially loudly spurted blood violently, their faces were pale and listless, they were punished, and they were under even more terrifying pressure of divine power.

"You are jealous, yes, you are jealous, can't you figure out why this young man can ascend the altar?" The voice of the god gradually increased, and the flame of anger burned again: "Because of faith, because of his pious faith!"

"..." All the tribesmen trembled, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

The gods have not appeared for many years. When they do appear occasionally, they only convey words through the priests, so that many people have forgotten the majesty of the gods, their own beliefs, and become frivolous.

But today, the gods descended, slapped them hard, and told them with the facts: your god is still your god.

"If you have pious beliefs, this altar will not be able to hinder you, and the pain will not befall you." The anger of the gods was only a moment, and the voice returned to the ethereal and distant again: "People who have given up their beliefs , unable to obtain my protection."

After finishing speaking, the gods ignored those tribesmen whose faces turned blue, white, and red, and looked down at the only young man in the tribe who did not kneel down and looked up at him with reverence and fanaticism.

"You are fine, go, young man, spread my voice, take my name to farther places, I will protect you forever, and I will be with you." The god made a promise.

The young man clasped his hands together, finally knelt down, and murmured: "I obey, my God."

(End of this chapter)