Belief In The Kingdom of God

Looking at Kurumba, who had fallen asleep below without warning, Chen Ming shook his head without saying anything, just watching him quietly with a pair of eyes, observing the changes in his body.

From his perspective, within Kurumba, a touch of golden origin gradually spread, with rich vitality in it, quietly washing his body and blood, and purifying him all over.

As time passed by, that little gold gradually disappeared and became weaker and weaker, while the faint aura on Kurumba's body became stronger.

Prior to this, although he was burly and sturdy, he was unforgettable with a breath of heroism. But it is still within the ordinary range.

But now it looks like the person is still the original person, but his appearance has become a lot more majestic, and he has a unique charm. Especially on his forehead, I don't know when there has been a light blue mark.

The imprint is the appearance of a tree, with a deep mystery, communicating and communicating with Chen Ming's body.

This is a symbol of the descendants of the gods, and it is only a symbol of those who have a strong divine bloodline in their bodies. The textures are different due to the different origins of the gods.

After a while, Kurumba gradually regained consciousness. He opened his eyes and stood up.

"This is?"

He only felt that his condition was better than ever, his whole body seemed to be sublimated, full of energy. Even with a breath and a breath, it seems to be able to sense the changes in the world, and become more sensitive to some changes in the surroundings.

He looked at his hand and arm, which was originally covered with scars and calluses from previous training, but now they are gone. Even the skin is pale.

Seeing this, he suddenly remembered the leaf he had swallowed before he passed out, and suddenly understood. I was about to kneel down to pray, but found that there was another person beside him, looking at his forehead with envy.

That person was Gramma, who was called by Chen Ming when Kurumba was in a coma.

Speaking of it, this person is actually the person in the tribe who fits Chen Ming the most. If it were not for the restriction of Chen Ming's own level, he would have been promoted to a higher level. Moreover, as a priest, after his awakening divine art, he has actually become the core figure in the current tribe.

He looked at Kurumba with some envy. With his devotion to Chen Ming and fit, he can naturally sense the Pembai power in Kurumba that has the same origin as the sacred tree, especially his forehead. The sign of the gods on it shocked him even more.

On the opposite side, Kurumba was about to ask, but Chen Ming's voice suddenly came from his ear.

"Kuruba, you go down first."

He had to close his lips, stopped talking, knelt and prayed to Chen Ming and left directly.

In the distance, Chen Ming watched him go away, and then his gaze turned to Gramma.

"Have no wanderers been found near the tribe recently?" he said.

Opposite Grama thought for a while, and said: "Three days ago, a few wanderers came to our tribe. We follow your will and keep them nearby."

Opposite, Chen Ming nodded: "In the recent period, there may be some tribes who will come and defect. You can arrange them all at that time.",

After a pause, he said again: "But, as my sacrifice, you must also guide them so that they believe in me."

On the opposite side, when Gramma heard this, he nodded quickly.

Chen Ming nodded in satisfaction, and then moved his mind, and saw that a branch fell from the huge ancient tree and quietly fell in front of Grama.

"I appoint you as my pope. This branch is conceived with part of my divine power, which can be used as a symbol of your status."

"Yes." said Chen Ming to Granma, holding the branch in his palm with both hands.

As soon as he got his hand, he felt his whole body shook, and only felt a steady stream of vitality coming from his hand, and even the divine power in his body was active a lot.

He was shocked, and then put it away. After seeing that Chen Ming didn't intend to continue speaking, he stood aside respectfully.

I don't know how long he stood. Suddenly, a breeze blew across his shoulders, and a chill fell behind him, and he suddenly felt enlightened. He prayed respectfully for a while, and then quietly retreated.

Chen Ming watched him leave behind him, staring at the mist of the sky, silently comprehending.

At night, Chen Ming didn't hesitate anymore, and followed the guidance from the Yin Soldier, heading south.

The journey was long, and at the speed of his soul, it took more than ten days.

On the way, he saw corpses all over the ground, he also saw evil ghosts eating people, and terrible scenes of monsters all over the ground. The deeper you go to the south, the more you feel a deep and dark power enveloped the land.

Finally, as he came under a high mountain, he saw the first tribe he had encountered since walking.

Chen Ming stood there, silently looking into the distance.

In the distance, a village fort is located here, shabby and dilapidated, but with a lot of people.

But at this time, the village where people came and went in the past was in a mess.

When Chen Ming turned his eyes around, he could clearly see that a black gas, with beacon fire, wolf smoke and blood, was violently impacting the luck of the tribe itself.

He suddenly understood that he must have suffered sword soldiers here, but he didn't know why.

So he continued to move forward, and when he got inside, the scene suddenly changed.

I saw dozens of corpses lined up in the village. Hundreds of tribal warriors wielded their primitive weapons and fought desperately.

The scene flew in blood and blood for a while, dyeing the earth a blood red, extremely tragic.

This can only be seen, in places that mortals cannot see, in the dark depths. Chen Ming saw that countless blood on the battlefield exuded bursts of blood, forming a **** field.

Around, countless ghosts and wild monsters, as well as dead souls under the corpses trying to get up, all stared at the people on the field with a grim face, but they were constantly forced away by the blood raging on the battlefield. The scene was terrifying for a while.

Chen Ming raised his head again, and saw that above the two teams, the two Qi Luck continued to entangle and collide. One of them seems to be an outsider, which has already taken advantage of it, and is constantly eroding the air on the opposite side. Although the other party resists tenaciously, there is no way to face the other party and can only passively be eaten one by one.

Chen Ming knew that if there was no change or other external interference, outsiders would win the next victory and wipe out all the people in this village.

However, this has nothing to do with him, he silently observes the battlefield, silently.

After careful observation, it was discovered that although the physique of the aggressor on the opposite side was not much different from that of the others, on the one hand, there were a large number of people, with a wave of vigor that had been tempered through various battles. At the same time, some of them also had shoddy leather armors, and even the weapons in their hands, although they looked very crude in Chen Ming's eyes, were much better than those on the other side.

Chen Ming looked carefully, and saw a faint military aura, a black shadow covering it like a mark, with a strong resentment.

He was stunned for a moment, and looked over with a solemn expression. At the same time, the godhead shook slightly in silence, as if to remind him of something.

"This feeling, is it a totem?" He was suddenly taken aback, with some surprises and surprises.

After looking for things for so many days, suddenly appearing beside him like this gave him a kind of joy that came to him without any effort.