Belief In The Kingdom of God

Under the scorching sun, Chen Ming looked at the escaped Barrick and the others, a little squinted.

Afterwards, he looked at a sturdy little headman opposite, his expression moved, and his soul suddenly possessed him.

On the opposite side, the little leader was stunned suddenly, a deep look appeared in his eyes.

Chen Ming was distracted for two purposes. While running, he mobilized the original memory of this body, and then ran while digesting it, which seemed unremarkable among a group of people.

The group of people ran outside the village and was relieved to see that Bam did not appear.

"Master Barrick, what shall we do now?" At this moment, Chen Ming stepped forward and said to Barrick according to the memory in his body.

"It's Clury..." Barrick turned his head, looked at Chen Ming, and sighed a little.

"The situation is a bit complicated, this tribe suddenly has a totem for protection for some reason. It is no longer something we can handle." He sighed, and as he said, he was quite friendly to Chen Ming.

This is not surprising. In primitive tribes, many of them have some relatives because they have gathered in one place for a long time. In Chen Ming's memory, the Balek in front of him is a relative of his body, and they are mostly familiar with each other.

Chen Ming nodded thoughtfully, without saying much.

Bareke on the opposite side didn't doubt anything. The human brains here are not as big as the modern people in the previous life, and they can't even think of things like taking homes. Moreover, the person Chen Ming Duoshe belonged to the taciturn category at ordinary times made him a lot more convenient.

After a while, Barrick said again: "But fortunately, the slaves of the tribes that were breached before are still there, and it must be enough for a while."

Seeing what he said, Chen Ming nodded, then stood up and said: "I'll go and count how many people we have left."

Balek’s face suddenly surprised: "It's rare that you are a lot smarter today. Go ahead. It's not safe here anymore. Let's rest for a while and leave here immediately."

So Chen Ming nodded and went on like this.

With a group of slaves and defeated soldiers, the speed will naturally not be very fast. So a long time passed, from noon when the sun was in the sky to dusk when the sky was gradually darkening. As it approached the evening, Barrick and others came to a tribe on the edge of the forest.

This tribe was much larger than the tribes Chen Ming had seen before, and the corresponding village fort was also much larger.

"It's about to reach ten thousand people." Chen Ming looked at this tribe carefully, sensing the qi in the dark, thinking like this in his heart.

Suddenly, he was shocked. The scale of nearly ten thousand, in his previous life, seems to be no small town, but here, it is very rare.

He looked up and saw that above the village, a light red air luck was gestating, and there was a layer of black air on it. It was located in the vortex, continuously sucking air luck.

Seeing this, Chen Ming smiled coldly in his heart.

Fortunately, the strength of this tribe is very good. Although it is constantly being eroded and swallowed, with the continuous generation of Qi Luck, it can still be maintained.

But in this way, with such a bottomless pit, it is not bad for the whole tribe's luck to remain unchanged. In the long run, the whole tribe must stagnate. What it is now will be what it is in a few decades. Even as the strength of the totem increased, the absorption speed was accelerated, resulting in uneven income and expenditure, and the entire tribe was destroyed.

He sneered in his heart, but there was no abnormality from the outside, and he still looked dull and silent.

At this time, a group of people arrived at the gate, and several soldiers guarding the gate came towards them.

"Master Barrick, why are these only people left?"

A soldier asked suspiciously, with some confusion.

However, Balek had a dark face and did not reply, but said in a low tone: "Where is the patriarch and the priest, I want to see them."

He was in a bad mood, and another voice rang beside his ear.

"Hey, Barrick, why do you look so embarrassed." A mocking voice sounded beside him.

"Who!" Bareck turned his head, his face pale.

On the other side, a burly man came from the side, his face was a bit sullen, and his face was mocking, as he said.

On the other side, Chen Ming looked at this person with great interest, only to see a crimson natal energy standing above this person's head, constantly oscillating fiercely, as if he wanted to break free from the black energy surrounding him.

"Klim, how I have nothing to do with you, take care of your own business!" Barrick said angrily, and then he ignored the other party and went straight in.

The corner of Klim's mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw him go straight away, he grinned boringly and did not continue to speak. Then he looked at the rows of slaves pressed by the clansmen behind him, as if thinking of something, a shadow of gloom flashed across the corner of his eyes.

Behind him, Chen Ming looked at the person, smiled silently, and an aura that was invisible to the naked eye was attached to him. Then he walked in with Barryk who was walking ahead.

Under a dark and gloomy altar, a black flag floated on it, as if smearing. Even faintly floating, there are countless hideous and terrifying faces appearing on it.

At this time, there was a person in the audience, wearing a rough black sacrificial robe, with an old face, praying silently.

However, even though it was a prayer, the gloomy surroundings and his skinny face really made people unexpectedly worshiping something sacred, but rather as enshrining some evil god.

After a while, he took out a bone knife from his arms. The bone knife was old, but it looked sharp, with a faint light emitting from it. In the horrified and desperate eyes of a slave on the stage, he pierced his heart violently, quickly and fiercely.

Then, as the bone knife pierced into the body, a magical scene emerged. As if the whole body was absorbed by something, the body of the slave on the stage shrank suddenly, and was sucked into a corpse in less than a while. In the process, the slave was still alive, and died until he was sucked into a corpse. A pair of eyes were wide open, and it looked terrifying.

However, the priest didn't care at all. Instead, he smiled sullenly, dug out those horrifying eyes, and placed them in an animal skin pocket in his arms like a treasure.

Then, when he walked out of the altar, the sun shone on him, and he frowned because of it, as if he was a little uncomfortable. He looked at Barley, who was waiting outside, and said: "Barley, are the sacrifices required for my god's sacrifice ready?"

Opposite, when he heard the other party's question, Barley's heart trembled fiercely, as if something terrible had happened.

He took a deep breath and said solemnly: "The big sacrifice, the sacrifice is ready."

Then he paused, with a hint of fear, bit the bullet and said: "But in the mid-range, we met a tribe with totem protection, and we were defeated by the opponent."

"Huh?" On the other side, the high priest's eyes narrowed slightly, looking a bit sullen: "Where is Kulag?"

Hearing the answer from the opposite high priest, Barrick breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he could answer.

"The Kulag priest was defeated by the opponent when he was fighting with the opponent, and he has already died in battle."

As soon as he said this, the surrounding temperature suddenly became cold, and his head lowered deeper and deeper in response to the sulky gaze from the opposite side.

He knew that he could be killed by the opponent at any time now. So he could only show his compliments as much as possible, begging the other party to let him go.

In the end, it seemed that the deity in the dark heard his prayer, and saw the high priest staring at him for a while, and said blankly: "I see."

"Since that tribe has a totem, then that tribe will temporarily let it go, and let's talk about it after the sacrifice is over for a while."

He paused after talking about this, and then said: "Now, go down."

Hearing this, Barley only felt light in his heart, and the joy of the rest of his life violently hit his heart.

He saluted the high priest and walked out with a relaxed look. At this time, he felt a little cold on his body, and after touching it with his hand, he realized that he didn't know when his clothes had been wet with sweat.

Behind him, the high priest looked at him with a sneer, a little playful.