Belief In The Kingdom of God

On the second day, greeted with a scene of scenery, Artis led the people on the road.

On the way, Bill knelt in front of Artis and said, "Your Highness, I also have some familiar priests in the town. Please allow me to contact them so that the army can move forward smoothly."

In response, Artis nodded and asked him to take someone forward.

Just waiting for him to leave, Bazel, who was standing by Attis's guard, suddenly knelt down and said hesitantly at Attis: "Your Highness, the power of these sacrifices seems to be too strong."

In these days, he personally witnessed the influence of these sacrifices of Bill, spreading to almost every aspect as the belief in the **** of nature spread.

This kind of influence is extremely terrifying. It can be said that as long as these sacrifices turn to support others, then nearly half of the people in the territory will rebel.

Especially in the army, as Attis promoted the **** of nature in the army, almost all the followers of the **** of nature in the army nowadays, once there is an accident in this part of the people, the rule of Na Attis will be shaken.

Moreover, with the implementation of Attis's decree, churches will be built in every village, and this situation will become more and more serious.

In fact, even Bazel himself had already believed in the **** of nature and could use magic skills, but it was not the same as these sacrifices.

However, listening to what he said, Attis smiled and nodded, and said: "Bazel, you are right."

"At present, in our country, at least half of the people believe in the **** of nature. Once they are hostile to the **** of nature, they will betray the people relative to them."

"It's just that the brilliance of the **** of nature envelopes the sacrifice, but the sacrifice itself does not represent the **** of nature."

He paused and looked at Bazel and said: "Bazel, are you a believer in the God of Nature?"

Bazel on the opposite side was taken aback for a moment. He didn't seem to expect that Attis would ask like this. He looked at Attis and said in a deep voice, "Naturally!"

When he said these words, above his head, a little pure white light of faith flickered slightly, obviously not talking, but really pious to a certain extent.

Seeing this light of faith, Artis smiled softly: "Then if there is a sacrifice to lead people to rebel, or even say that I am the enemy of nature, do you believe it?"

"Naturally don't believe it!" Bazar said decisively while looking at Attis.

"That's it..." Attis smiled: "Although the influence of these sacrifices is very powerful, they do not represent all believers."

Seeing that Attis said so, Bazel hesitated and said nothing.

At this time, the army gradually stopped and rested. Among them, under the leadership of some priests and officers, the soldiers prayed devoutly.

With their prayers, in the dark, a little light of pure white faith gradually emerged, and then condensed into a huge God's realm, expelling all the surrounding unknown. And in this, a little bit of power of faith continues to spread along with prayers, turning it into divine feedback.

Feeling this scene, Artis stood quietly, in the eyes of countless sacrificial awe beside him, a little bit of noble divine breath continued to come from him, just like the one he felt when praying in the dark. A figure is generally stalwart.

On the other side, Bill came to town first with several attendants. Following the induction, they came to a seemingly crude tavern.

Bill looked at this tavern, and in his feelings, there was an aura that made him feel comfortable.

Sensing this breath, he walked in directly with a few sacrifices.

"Hello! May the great God of Nature bless you, what can I do?"

After entering, there was an old man carving some wooden statues and emblems, sensing that someone had entered, and said without looking back.

Seeing this old man, Bill couldn't help but smiled knowingly: "May the **** of nature protect you and me."

As he said these words, a little bit of natural aura slowly spread out in his body, which made people awake a lot.

Sensing this breath, the old man's body suddenly stiffened. He raised his head in a bit of astonishment and looked at Bill in front of him and several priests behind him.

He first looked at the several attendants behind Bill for a long time, looking at the completely undisguised white robe sacrificial clothing and **** emblems on them. Then he looked at Bill.

At this moment, sensing the strong natural supernatural power of Bill, the old man couldn't help being slightly shocked, and stepped forward to perform a sacrificial ceremony to Bill.

This is the etiquette performed by the low-level priests in the north to the higher ones. It also shows the identity of the old man from the side. It is a sacrificial priest who came from the north to preach in the southern city-state.

"My lord, do you need my help?" The old man looked at Bill and asked after the salute.

In response, Bill nodded and said: "His Royal Highness the King of Artix has arrived here. I need you to contact some people to respond."

"His Royal Highness..." Hearing Bill say this, the old man was puzzled, but then his eyes widened, with a hint of shock and excitement: "Could it be...!"

In response to his excitement, Bill nodded with a smile.

Suddenly, the old man was very excited, and tears filled his eyes: "How many years have been! Finally let me wait!"

"My lord, please rest assured." Looking at Bill, the old man said decisively: "In the city, there are many sacrifices. Just give me one night to gather these powers and contribute to my god!"

"Thank you!" Bill nodded, looking at the old man in front of him, as he said.

"For my god!" the old man said feverishly.

At night, Bill followed the old man to various places in the town to visit the priests distributed in the town.

Some of these sacrifices were tailors in small towns, some were ordinary citizens, and even some guards by local lords.

In this regard, Bill was not surprised.

After all, divine art is not like fighting spirit. It does not look at aptitude or physique. It only requires the piety of faith. As long as you have enough faith, you can master divine art and become a sacrifice. The popularity of faith also makes it possible for sacrifices to appear in any profession. Maybe a beggar on the roadside is actually a sacrifice.

During the ten years when Attis was asleep, as the sacrifices went south to preach, faith has long been popularized in the city-states near the north. Although it was suppressed by some kings and nobles because of the ancestor gods, it still accumulated a powerful force.

In this small town alone, there were dozens of priests who responded to Bill overnight, including several red robe priests.

This strength, as long as there is a commander who is good at command, even if it is the lord guard that raid this town is enough.

After all, dozens of sacrifices are equivalent to dozens of real knight-level powerhouses, including several great knights.

This kind of strength, even in the entire Brooke Principality, does not mean that it can be taken out, and it is even sufficient to support the prosperity of an aristocratic family.

After gathering these people, Bill sent someone to inquire about the location of the lord, and by the way explored the power of the entire town, and then quietly waited for Attis to bring people to come.

After a few days, Artis brought people to the outskirts of the town.

Because of the sacrificial support, and in order to avoid being discovered, Attis chose to march at night.

"When you get here, if you go further, you will most likely be discovered by the other party." Artis said as he looked at the faintly radiant manor in front of him.

"Nadir, what did Bill say?" He looked at Nadir next to him.

"According to the news from Lord Bill, they are ready in the town and will respond as soon as we attack."

Artis nodded: "Nadir, you take three thousand people to the town. Be sure to completely control the town and don't let anyone escape."

"The rest, follow me." He said as he looked at him.

Following his order, Nadir took the order and rushed towards the town with three thousand people.

And beside Atis, the remaining people gathered around him, quietly waiting for his order.

"Sacrifice! Divine magic blessing!" he shouted.

Suddenly, the priests dressed in sacrificial robes of various colors lined up, and the magical arts released a blue light enveloped.

Under this ray of light, all of the soldiers suddenly felt lightened, and a warm force surged in their bodies.

At the same time, amidst the sound of prayers, a natural **** realm gradually covered, integrating the army with the surrounding environment.

After finishing this, Artis looked at the peaceful manor ahead, with a cold color in his eyes.

"rush!"

With an order, thousands of people rushed forward in silence.

In the darkness, strands of lavender air transport condensed into a tree shape, and while the branches were gently shaking, a burst of red air rushed forward with the meaning of killing.