Belief In The Kingdom of God

A few months later, after the sacrifice was over, Chen Ming took the initiative to retreat to a deep sleep due to the change in his godhood.

However, although the will is asleep, the godhead in the depths of the soul has not stopped working.

After breaking through the first seal, the Godhead can exert the extraordinary power that the Godhead possesses as one of the core parts of the gods. Unlike the past, it can only be used passively.

Among the newly opened abilities, the gift of divine magic is one of them.

Before, if Chen Ming wanted to bestow magic skills to others, it would not only cost a lot of money, but also needed to give it actively.

After the godhead is unsealed, the godhead will automatically bestow the believer's magic skills according to the faithfulness of the believer. Of course, the specific degree needs to be adjusted by Chen Ming himself.

At this moment, Chen Ming was a little bit dumbfounded, and looked a little helpless.

At this moment, he observed carefully before discovering that the magic arts he possessed were very poor.

A mild cure can heal minor wounds. A mild deterrence gives a certain amount of deterrence, and has a slight effect on those with firm consciousness. A cure for disease can cure most diseases. A purification can purify a certain range of evil. It may seem like a lot, but this is something that God's power comes with.

Divine power is the highest energy, which itself carries various special intentions, and some divine arts can be formed by using this based on it.

And after a few months of sleep, after experiencing from a seed to growing into a sapling, after tens of thousands of years of growth, becoming what it is today, through the interaction of the godhead, the name of the god, and the source of the world. It made him feel a lot of magic.

Thinking of this, he was a little clear and enlightened.

Divine art itself is one of the highest-level powers. It is different from those spells that only rely on energy. Divine art itself is born out of the laws of the world and is the shared manifestation of the gods’ understanding of the nature of the world.

Therefore, in the past, although he had the godhead, because he did not have his own accumulation, all he could have was simply applying the divine power to form some simple divine arts. But this time after the deep sleep, it was different. After digesting the memory, he began to have his own understanding of the world, which may not be deep, but it was enough for him to develop many magic arts.

Thinking of this, he smiled, perhaps because the body is a tree, and most of the magic arts he developed are natural.

But they are all useful.

The magical skills of enhancing fertility, plant communication, and stimulating plant growth, let alone their combat effectiveness, are only in agricultural production, and their importance is self-evident. If a tribe wants to rapidly increase its population, it cannot rely solely on hunting. Farming is the long-term solution. With these magic techniques, farming and production will be much more convenient, and the production of land will become more.

Other protective magic techniques such as wood armor and wooden shield are also very effective in actual combat applications. Especially for those who don't even have armor.

But thinking of this, Atis couldn't help but smile, it seems that because the tree can't move most of the time, the development of attacking magical skills has achieved very little.

But he doesn't care about these anymore. He doesn't have it now, and he will naturally have it in the future. As a god, he has this patience.

At this moment, the outside world, because of the emergence of divine art, its influence has just begun.

Although divine art is powerful, there are still very few people who can possess it at present. This is because the acquisition of divine art itself requires not only the devotion of faith. It also requires the user's own compatibility with the magic arts and special induction, as well as the strong will of the believer himself.

The induction is actually related to whether the faith is pious or not. The more devout the believer, the more obvious the induction. Just like now, in the tribe, at least most of the people can clearly sense, but because of their own will and emotions are mixed. Therefore, there are still few people who can obtain magic arts.

However, the turmoil brought about by the emergence of magic arts has already begun.

"Master Grama, come and take a look, someone here is injured."

On a platform, a small wooden house was built at this time.

The wooden house is flat, every piece of wood is newly cut and dried, and the house is filled with a natural fragrance.

Outside the house, on a plain, there are rows of flowers and various plants.

Some plants obviously conflict with their flowering dates, and even the roots cannot bloom in this season. But here, it seems to violate its natural biological laws, and at the same time it is open in this small space.

On the platform, an old man was looking at the flower, and he gently stroked a red flower in his hand. The slight emotion from it touched him, and he couldn't help showing kindness.

He didn't even turn his head until he heard the shout from a distance. Looking back, several strong men were carrying a burly warrior in.

The warrior has a firm face, a burly figure, and his muscles are like cast iron. He is not as thin as other natives. On the contrary, he is full of a breath of iron and blood, which makes people look at him.

Such a soldier should have his head high, standing proudly in front of others and enjoying the side gaze of others, but at this time, he was lying quietly on the stretcher with a big hole in his chest, and blood was scattered everywhere. He himself gritted his teeth, relying on a strong willpower to survive until now.

Seeing this, Grama was shocked: "Kuruba, why are you hurt like this?"

At the same time, he strode forward, lifting a piece of light on one hand, and gently brushing his wound.

The white light collided with the wound and gradually stopped the bleeding from the wound. At this time, a trace of black air gradually floated from the wound on his chest.

"Is this?" Gramma's pupils shrank, ignoring the profuse sweat caused by his own excessive exertion, and said: "A monster has shot you? Didn't you say not to enter those dangerous areas?"

"It's not us." At this moment, Kurumba struggled and said with a painful expression.

In fact, looking closely, his wound was filled with a black air, but at the same time, a turquoise vitality continuously gathered from his body to the wound to resist. Otherwise, it won't last so long at all.

Seeing this, Grama sighed slightly: "Fortunately, although you have not been able to comprehend divine art, you have successfully realized the divine power of my god, otherwise, you would have been eaten by demonic energy."

Hearing this, Kurumba smiled bitterly. He thought that his devotion to God needn't be weaker than anyone else, but he still didn't feel a divine art that belonged to him.

"We were hunting in the outskirts of the forest, but a demonized wolf suddenly rushed up from the south. In order for us to successfully retreat, Kurumba led a team to block the opponent, until the area blessed by my god, the opponent Just left"

Aside, a soldier said bitterly, with some pain and anger in his eyes.

"One end?" Grama asked strangely.

"It's not an ordinary demonized wolf. If it's an ordinary demon wolf, Kurumba alone can handle it. But the other one is different. It seems to be the wolf king."

"Wolf King?" Gramma was surprised again: "The tribe in the south."

"Mostly, it's over" another soldier replied with a heavy face.

"Most of it. The wolf king never acts alone. This wolf king mostly migrated from far away deep in the forest."

"Since it came from the south, it must have been attacked by several tribes in the south."

Gramma said so, with a heavy tone.

Demonized beasts are almost synonymous with despair and fear for this world. They are the incarnations of killing and death, a kind of creatures born of ordinary beasts increasingly contaminated with demonic energy, powerful and cruel. Around here, there is no one to stop except a few large tribes.

"Bring Kurumba to the sacred tree. This injury is far beyond my ability. I can only rely on the power of my god."

He sighed, and then commanded everyone to lift him under the ancient tree.

Then, the old man closed his eyes and prayed silently.

Since the last sacrifice by Chen Ming, the old man's body has been washed by divine power, and his body and mind began to resonate with him. In addition, he was originally a tribal high priest, and he was easier to communicate with the gods than others.

After a while, a green gleam emerged from the ancient tree, with a gloomy vigor, was dragged out by him, and fell on Kurumba following the guidance.

Seeing this, everyone prayed sincerely.

Green light fell on the wound, as if something was being fused, and a large amount of black air escaped. Then, heal the wound.

On the ground, Kurumba closed his eyes, feeling his body being enveloped in warmth, and prayed silently: "My **** bless you."

Next to him, feeling the fading of his body strength, a sense of powerlessness gradually struck his heart, and finally, as his mind was exhausted, the green light disappeared, and Grama squatted on the ground, panting with big mouths and forehead. Also sweating.

"Huh, huh." He gasped, and said with a wry smile: "I have no strength anymore. After this time, I will have to rest for at least a few days."

"Enough." A resolute voice replied.

On the ground, Kurumba was lying on his feet and stood up.

He is burly and powerful. He was good when he was lying on his stomach. Now he stands up. Although he is not handsome, his firm and cold face and countless wounds on his body make him look iron-blooded.

"What a warrior!" Chen Ming looked around for a while, and then couldn't help sighing.

He used his divine power to look over his head.

I saw that an air luck as thick as a python hovered on top of his head, with a reddish color in the middle, setting off the whole body into a faint blood red. Looking closer, I saw that a little gold was looming in the depths of the Qi Luck, which was eye-catching.

Chen Ming couldn't help but stare.

Qi Luck is reddish, easy to understand, indicating that even in the entire tribe, this person belongs to the kind of prestige, coupled with his own courage, this is the case.

And that little gold is amazing. This represents the destiny, is a gift from the heaven and earth, and to some extent represents a potential of the other party. Judging from the dilapidation and weakness of Fang Tiandi, the golden natal life, even if it is only a trivial point, also represents the aptitude of this person. In this world, it definitely belongs to the top group.