Belief In The Kingdom of God

While Attis was busy cleaning up the entire territory, at this time, a riot was also happening in the north.

"Your Majesty the King fainted again!" In front of a palace, anxious voices rang out, causing ripples.

Around, hearing this loud noise, some people who were waiting were shocked: "Let the high priest come!"

"The high priest is already inside!" an anxious voice responded.

At this time, in the palace, two gorgeously dressed men stood impatiently inside.

The two are dressed in luxurious clothes and have extraordinary auras. Behind them, there are a large number of guards guarding them, and they are faintly opposed.

After a while, a skinny old man in a sacrificial robe walked out of it.

Seeing this old man, the two walked up at the same time and couldn't help but said in the same way: "Priest Quetzal, how is the situation of Father King?"

Seeing the other person making the same action with himself, vaguely, the older one of the two snorted, but the other's complexion remained unchanged, with a smile on his face.

"The prince, the second prince, your majesty's situation may not be too good."

Priest Quetzal looked a little ugly, looked at the two men in front of him, and said: "If there is no turnaround, your Highness's life may be in these few days..."

Hearing this news, suddenly, regardless of their inner thoughts, on the surface, the faces of the two of them became a little difficult to look at, and there was a little sadness in the faint.

"Is there really no way?" The second prince looked at the high priest in front of him.

"I can't do anything." Seeing this scene, Quetzal shook his head helplessly.

Suddenly, the scene fell into silence. I don't know if it was an illusion. After the high priest said this, the atmosphere between the two princes became more and more weird.

Around, someone looked at the two behind them and couldn't help feeling nervous.

I saw that behind the two princes, some of the guards' hands had already been placed on the weapons they were wearing, and there was still a wave of grudge in the faintness.

This kind of scene is as if the two princes will turn the palace into a battlefield in the next second.

Seeing such a scene, someone smiled bitterly.

In Brook, the two princes tit-for-tat are already known to passers-by. Originally the king was still alive, and both sides were restrained, but at this time, once the king died, in order to belong to the throne, the two directly drew their swords, and it is extremely possible to fight here.

After all, the two princes each have their own supporters, and if the two princes each lead their own supporters to war, the situation will be much more complicated. Relatively speaking, if you can chop the opponent here, it will be no more trouble.

Thinking of this, some people around could not help but look at the high priest Quetzal who stood aside, hoping that he would come forward to stop it.

The high priest is a person who specializes in offering sacrifices to the ancestor gods in Brooke. Not only does he represent the ancestor gods, but he is also a strong man with the blessing of the ancestor gods. As long as he speaks, the two princes will not dare to offend.

However, in response to these gazes, Quetzal remained motionless, turning a blind eye to the anger between the two princes.

"Two princes, maybe there are other ways." In the strange atmosphere around, a voice suddenly rang in place, breaking the silence.

"Huh? Sir Kkus, do you have any comments?" High Priest Quetzal was taken aback for a moment, looking at the young man who spoke on the opposite side, and asked.

As the high priest spoke, the two princes glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but looked at Kkus who was talking on the side, with scrutiny in their eyes.

In response to these gazes, Kkus's expression remained unchanged, but he smiled slightly: "I once heard that there are priests who believe in nature in our city."

"They believe in the way of nature and can communicate with nature and master all kinds of natural forces. They are not only the best animal trainers, but also the best doctors."

Having said this, he paused, looked at the faces of the two princes, and said, "Since there is no other way, why not let these priests try?"

"Okay, then call these priests to try." The second prince looked at the elder prince opposite and nodded.

On the opposite side, the prince saw what the other party said, looked at the surrounding high priests and the great nobles, pondered, and nodded.

So following orders were issued, in Brook, an old-looking priest came to the palace.

The sacrificial face is old, but the body is very powerful and looks very healthy. At the same time, in him, a faint natural divine power fluctuates, always in harmony with the environment.

He was wearing a simple and tattered robe, unable to identify the level, his face was indifferent, and he frowned when he looked at the palace in front of him.

Under his induction, there was a powerful, **** and evil aura permeating the palace in front of him, and he was falling asleep.

"Cthulhu···" Feeling this breath, he couldn't help feeling a sense of disgust in his heart.

"Excuse me, is Brenda offering sacrifices?" A voice came from the side.

A knight in leather armor walked up from the plate and asked with a frown when he looked at him like this.

In response, he nodded: "Yes."

"Come with me." After confirming, the knight didn't look at him, but turned to lead the way.

On the way, voices came from his side.

"This is the sacrificial offering to heal your Highness? It's obviously a pariah."

"Look at what he looks like, it's full of dust, wouldn't it be just pulled out of the field?"

Facing these malicious voices, Brenda's expression remained unchanged, just silently following the knight in front of him.

"This is the sacrifice you chose?" The prince frowned when he looked at Brenda in the tattered robe in front of him.

To this skeptical tone, Kkus said affirmatively: "Yes."

"Brenda Sacrifice is what I know, the best doctor in Brooke."

"Then let him in."

Regarding what he said, the prince still doubted, just in case he wanted to let him in.

"However, this priest, if you fail to heal the father..." He looked at Brenda with a cruel smile on his face: "Then you don't have to leave."

However, in the face of this intimidation, Brenda's expression remained unchanged, just silently looking at the prince opposite, without speaking.

He glanced at Kkus who was standing opposite, nodded faintly, and then followed a few people in.

After he entered, deep inside, the feeling of that breath became stronger.

Facing the envelope of this breath, he lowered his head, just silently sensing it.

After a while, when Brenda saw the king, a trace of surprise flashed across his face.

Under his induction, the old man in front of him had a weak breath, his vitality was almost compressed to a limit, and he was about to die.

Seeing this scene, he prayed silently, and then a light gradually lit up, and a great healing technique was displayed.

The guard watching this scene in horror.

Afterwards, as the light of the healing technique gradually disappeared, the sickness that had been entangled in the king's body completely disappeared, and his complexion became more ruddy, as if he had recovered.

However, seeing this scene, Brenda shook her head secretly.

If it is called normal, the great healing technique is enough to remove any disease, even if a severed limb is reborn, and the dying person can be restored.

But the king's vitality has been completely exhausted, even if his body is cured, but the vitality that was hollowed out by the pain can never come back.

He hesitated for a moment, then took something out of his arms.

This is a small leaf that has withered, but it looks very extraordinary. Even if it has withered, on it, a divine essence that transcends the mortal is still radiating continuously, with a vitality that has not yet completely dissipated.

This is the leaf produced by Attis, but it is not the body, but the subtree that grows on the flesh of the demon god.

In the past when Artis was asleep, his body and subtrees were constantly growing and metamorphosing. Every few years, some stunted leaves would fall off and be collected by the priests.

This fallen cotyledon, even if it is not fully grown, still has a trace of divine essential power, which is extremely precious.

At this time, under Brenda's urging, the dead leaf was shaking slightly, and a powerful force gently hung down on it, covering the king's body.

Suddenly, the king's stiff body changed, and his fingers moved slightly, as if he was about to wake up.