Belief In The Kingdom of God

At night, under the silence, Chen Ming quietly watched the surroundings, watching the entanglement of the fortune above everyone's heads, his body has not moved, but his soul has been detached, silently looking up at the earth from the sky, silently comprehending.

Looking at the earth from top to bottom, I saw that on the vast earth, a series of luck and tribulation appeared. There was a dense **** light in the middle, surrounded by heavy karma, and around it, the light of faith gradually condensed into a divine realm, faintly repelling it.

At that time, the night was dark, and everyone gradually went home and went to rest by themselves.

In this way, a few days later, in the morning, the sacrifice began.

Chen Ming stepped forward and looked around.

This is an empty area in the tribe. It seems that it is for the perennial sacrifices. Altars, flags and other things are readily available.

The altar was made of black soil. I don't know what method was used. It looked quite wide, but it was a bit rough. But the flag looked a bit torn. The black and red flag was full of blood. If ordinary people watched it for a long time, they might even feel dizzy.

Chen Ming looked up, and saw a strong resentment shrouded in the banner. It was so strong that ordinary people would be unconsciously stunned by it and seized by it just by looking at it.

Time gradually passed, and as the tribes gradually arrived, the sacrifices were about to begin.

Judging from the understanding of Chen Ming as a god, the fundamental purpose of this sacrifice was actually nothing more than the tribe’s contribution of blood sacrifices to the ancestral spirits for protection.

However, this is too straightforward. Over a long period of time, the sacrificial rites of past dynasties have gradually produced a large set of messy rituals in order to whitewash the sacredness and rationality of this sacrificial offering.

I saw that as an elder announced the beginning of the sacrifice, a large group of warriors stepped forward and wielded weapons such as stone axes and spears in their hands, creating a special atmosphere of iron and blood, and then several elders stepped forward to dance a weird dance. Come.

This is the foreplay of the blood sacrifice. According to the legend of this tribe, the ancestor spirit of this tribe was the most valiant warrior of the tribe when they were alive. Therefore, they must wave their weapons to demonstrate before the sacrifice to show their respect.

Not to mention, after this set of rituals, it looks really like that. When everyone around sees this, they can't help but look at the altar with some seriousness.

Seeing this, Chen Ming thoughtfully.

For the sacrifice, the gods and the rituals themselves are of course very important, but the ritual sacrifices at the time of the sacrifice are also indispensable things, which can create a good atmosphere for the sacrifice and make the believers worship more piously.

However, he has not been out of trouble for a short time, and he has not yet formed a clearly structured church. It is too late to play with these things for the time being.

On the venue, as the dance ended, it was noon. At this time, an old man wearing a black sacrificial robe stepped forward.

When he saw this person, Chen Ming's eyes lit up, and then he looked carefully. Sacrifice is the person closest to the ancestral spirit in a tribe. Through this person, part of the ancestral spirit can be obtained from it.

The high priest looks very old, but Chen Ming currently knows that this person is only in his early forties. The reason why he is aging like an old man is because of the difficult living conditions in this world and easy aging. Ancestral spirits also have a great relationship.

The ancestor spirits of this tribe enjoy blood sacrifices year after year and have a lot of karma. As for the sacrificial ritual, he naturally carried a strong resentment and karma on his body, gradually decaying his body.

To some extent, this is actually a kind of retribution.

Chen Ming looked at the surroundings, Klim and some other people who gradually showed hatred in his eyes, as he thought.

Sure enough, on the top of his head, a light red air of luck shrouded faintly, but it was very loose, but it was connected to another deep blood red in the dark. In addition to his air luck, the strong ink-like karma and resentment were tightly enveloped, but they were blocked by the air luck and could not go deep.

The light red luck indicates that this person has actually mastered the power of the entire tribe, but this kind of rule is very loose and weak, and there are other people holding one side, so it is so loose. And that piece of blood red is the luck of this tribal totem. As a vassal of the ancestor spirit, the sacrificial ancestor himself, coupled with the righteousness gained by offering sacrifices to the ancestral spirit, was able to control the tribal power, and his luck was actually connected and interdependent.

"However, looking at this luck, it seems that the leader of this tribe is probably dangerous."

Seeing luck, Chen Ming thought.

This tribe has a hereditary leader. Under normal circumstances, the sacrifice of this tribe is at most pure white with a reddish pattern. Compared with that of the leader, the air luck is even at a disadvantage. But at this time, it was that the whole air luck had become crimson, pressing another air luck tightly under it.

The formation of this kind of pattern must be that the leader's line is completely suppressed, and the leader himself may be captured and killed.

He looked up at the high platform.

At this time, the high priest was aside, chanting some spells that ordinary people couldn't hear, and then went through a series of tedious rituals before announcing the beginning of the sacrifice.

Seeing this, the people in the audience suddenly cheered. However, under this cheering, there are many people who have a kind of disgust in their hearts, and a few people who have hatred even look at the high priest with some hatred in their eyes.

Most of these are followers of Chen Ming. In other words, after the people of this tribe believed in Chen Ming, the line of faith was established, and the deep grievances and deep horror above the altar could be sensed.

Thinking of the slaves and tribesmen who died under this altar in the past, coupled with the conflict of beliefs, naturally began to hate their instincts.

Chen Ming sat down and looked at a guard on the stage who was originally guarding the altar. He stood up and pressed a slave to go forward.

And the high priest looked at a famous slave coming forward, with a gloomy look at the corner of his eyes. In the desperate and hateful eyes of the slave, his expression was always serious. He picked up a long dagger in his hand and slammed it down toward his heart quickly and accurately.

"Well!"

The slave twitched fiercely, and the hands and feet that were originally tied by the straw rope moved. He hadn't died for a while, his eyes were fixed on the high priest, and the resentment and fear in it were clearly visible.

Then at this time, several guards from the surrounding area stepped forward, seeing that he was still struggling, and he smiled, cruel and tyrannical flashes in his eyes, and at the same time he smashed the stone axe in his hand.

Not long after, a few stone axes were stained with blood. On the ground, the man had already died, and only a **** wreckage remained on the field.

Seeing this, Klimt held his palms tightly in the audience, his disgust mixed with memories of previous hatred echoed in his heart, making him want to rush forward to fight.

However, within his body, a trace of clear divine power faintly circulated, calming his heart. Sensing the power contained in his body at this time, he couldn't help but pray eagerly in his heart: "My god! Hurry up and order me to come forward and end this decay that has lasted for hundreds of years."

Seeing this tragic scene around, many people are also disgusted in their hearts. Although people in this world are more tolerant of such scenes because of the harsh environment, it does not mean that these people are natural killers. It is natural to kill brutal people, but most people see this scene. Still disgusted in my heart.

After all, these are not true primitive savages, but a prototype of civilization that has initially bred and matured.

However, because it was the same in previous years, they didn't think so, but frowned.

On the high platform, after finishing this, the high priest opened the partition under the altar, and then directed the guards to throw down the **** corpse.

As the partition opened, Chen Ming's brows suddenly wrinkled, and under the altar, karma displayed several times stronger than before, located at the bottom of the altar. At the same time, the blood essence on the corpse was being lost at a very fast rate, as if it had been sucked away by something.

He immediately understood that the true body of this tribe's ancestor spirit must be here.