Belief In The Kingdom of God

A few months later, in a wide flat ground, sacred rituals walked in a hurry, with a little bit of excitement and strange emotions.

This is the center of the Central Tribe, and it is also the first tribe where Artis awakened. After decades of gestation and fermentation, faith has long taken root here.

Here, every child has to be baptized by the elders or high-ranking foreign priests from birth, and then reaches the age of ten, adulthood, and until death, filled with the figure of the **** of nature. .

From the time they are sensible, people here will sing hymns, recite the stories of the legendary **** of nature, and integrate faith into their lives in the bits and pieces of life.

This is an extremely natural process. In Northland, faith is closely related to the lives of the people. When working, when studying, when growing up, when in distress...every moment there is the shadow of the **** of nature, as if this place was transformed into the kingdom of God on earth.

The people living here have a high degree of piety. Among the countless tribes in the Northland, only a few tribes are comparable. Almost every tribe is a devout believer of the **** of nature Attis.

And countless such believers gather, and they are condensing into an incomparably large and magnificent divine realm. The incomparably pure natural divine light envelopes this land, and it affects this world.

Under the influence of this divine realm, the natural elements of this place are more active and powerful than other places. The vitality above the earth is also very strong. The ancient trees are forested, the wild beasts are in groups, and the vitality is rippling.

As for the demonized beast, it was even extinct in the Northern Territory at this time, completely expelled and purified by the powerful natural gods.

And in the center of this purely faithful tribe, a grand temple stands in it. In the surroundings, countless flowers of the four seasons, the heroes of plants and trees are released at the same time, competing for beauty.

This is the headquarters of the Church of the God of Nature, which nominally rules all believers of the God of Nature. At this time, dozens of people inside it were talking.

In the uppermost position, Grama wears the pope's exclusive crown and scepter on his head, looking at the people below.

Below him, there are dozens of seats set up at this time, and they are full of people.

Behind these people, sacrifices stood behind them one by one, silently.

The scene seemed very quiet for a while, but it was very natural, and there was no tension at all.

If someone who is familiar enough with the north comes here, they will be shocked to discover that under this temple, over a hundred sacrifices are standing in the venue, and the various sacrificial robes are shining slightly, and none of them is lower than the yellow robes. of.

And those sitting on the seats were the patriarchs and elders of the various tribes, and there were even several high priests among them.

From above, Grama looked at the last person from below, and said: "You must have received news from the south!"

"The reincarnated body of my **** has been crowned as a king in the south at this time."

"He established the kingdom and has reached the north, waiting for us to help."

He paused, looked at everyone below, and said: "I have ordered the people of my tribe to prepare for support. How are you thinking about it?"

The scene was quiet for a while, and when everyone listened to this, they couldn't help but bow their heads slightly and groan carefully.

But after a while, an old man stood up and said: "Since it is the reincarnation of my god, then our believers should obey, and I am willing to lead my tribe to support."

After he got up, several patriarchs came forward and expressed their support.

After a while, Gramma looked down, naturally the high priests needless to say, and most of the patriarchs stood up to show their support at this time, but some people had slight doubts.

A person stood up, with a hesitant expression on his face, looking at Gramma and said, "If my **** is reincarnated, of course, it goes without saying that I will use my full support to support it."

"But in the case of not fully confirmed, just so decide, will it be a bit wrong..."

As these words were spoken, several people around him nodded faintly, apparently agreeing with this person's words.

"Nonsense! The sacrificial offering to the south has personally passed the news back, and after the confirmation of the Pope, can it be wrong?"

A burly man wearing a leather jacket stood up, with a pair of huge eyes with a powerful deterrent, looking at the sacrifice below: "Or do you doubt the judgment of the church and the sacrifices you sent to the south?"

As soon as I said this, countless people on the venue suddenly changed their colors at the same time.

"Don't dare!"

The person who had spoken before replied, facing the eye pupils with powerful deterrence in front of him, the divine power in his body gently shook, bringing up a ripple: "Could it be possible, your Excellency suspect that I am not loyal to my god?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man snorted coldly, and the powerful aura on his body immediately retracted, and he didn't speak any more.

Even if there is no harmony in the ordinary, but the lowest level in the scene is also the yellow robe sacrifice. Perhaps they have their own minds, but there is no doubt about the devotion of the **** of nature, at least it must be at the level of fanatics.

For mad believers who believe in gods, power, strength, and wealth are far less important than beliefs in their hearts. Their beliefs are extremely firm, and their belief in the gods has reached an extremely fanatical level, and they cannot be shaken by foreign objects at all.

Therefore, it is a ridiculous thing to doubt the piety of the other party here.

"Your Excellency the Pope!"

Another person stepped forward, a mature man, but his eyes were very vicissitudes of life, and he looked seriously inconsistent with his appearance.

In him, the profound divine power is faintly fluctuating, stronger than most people present, and has reached the level of high priest.

He quietly stepped forward and looked at Grama silently, with no fear in his eyes, but treated it equally: "If we want our tribe to support it, unless we can prove it personally, otherwise, please redeem it and we can't accept it."

"The reincarnation of my **** cannot be judged by you alone, but by all of us, or else we can never rest assured."

Hearing him say this, behind him, the people who hadn't nodded in response before seemed to stand up and stood behind him silently, obviously agreeing with his opinion.

Seeing this scene, Grama sighed slightly: "Good, what do you want?"

"I don't want to." Goode looked in front of him: "I just want to give us some more time, wait for the return of the sacrifices sent by our tribe, and then make a decision."

Hearing this, Gramma just bowed her head, and the sigh deepened faintly.

"No need..."

"You can prepare something first. After January, the incarnation of my **** will come to the north in person."

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was shocked.

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Time gradually passed for a long time. Above the wide temple, as the patriarchs and sacrifices gradually went down, the originally lively place seemed a little quiet at this time.

Granma closed her eyes quietly, enjoying the silence silently, sitting motionless in his place.

As he breathed, in his body, a little bit of natural divine power was rippling along with it, gradually spreading out and spreading around. Faintly with the ubiquitous flowers, plants, birds and beasts in the temple, it seems extremely deep and mysterious.

"Grama, is this really good?" A voice gradually sounded from the side.

In the silence, a stalwart and broad figure slowly walked out from the side.

This man is tall and burly, staring at him like gold and iron. He just walks quietly, and faintly echoes the countless natural elements around him, absorbing these forces all the time, slowly and firmly becoming stronger. On his forehead, a little green mark is very conspicuous. If you carefully observe his pupils, you can still see a trace of gold, which looks mysterious and noble.

"My god's reincarnation, after our confirmation, there is no doubt. At this time, we don't take people to the south to meet, but let my **** come to the north himself?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly, as he said.

"This is the initiative of my **** himself, and there is no room for rejection at all."

Grama sighed: "Moreover, in this north, there are hundreds of large and small tribes, nearly two million people and believers, such a chaotic situation. If it is not for my **** to come personally, it is difficult for us to suppress them if we can't do it. ."

"And, Kurumba, did you feel it?"

"What?" Kurumba wondered.