Belief In The Kingdom of God

In a small garden, Grama and Kurumba walked quietly without speaking.

"Is it sensed?" Gramma said suddenly, looking at the branch enshrined in the front.

Kuru raised his head and looked in front of him.

There, on a small garden, a branch was quietly placed on it, the green color like jasper was very beautiful, it appeared pure and crystal clear.

And on this branch, a majestic and huge vitality with a little divine aura continuously radiated out, gradually infecting its aura to the surroundings, silently changing the surrounding environment.

Seeing this branch, Kurumba's body shook slightly.

In his body, a divine bloodline that originated from the branch was throbbing slightly, faintly echoing with the branch, attracting each other.

As this attraction gradually deepened, a pale blue mark on Kurumba's forehead gradually became clearer and more obvious.

"This is..." Seeing the branches and sensing the changes in them, Kurumba hesitated: "The power of the holy thing seems to have begun to increase."

"Not bad!" Grama nodded, and then looked aside: "Come in."

Following his words, on the side, an old and thin figure gradually walked out from the side, looking very old.

"Brenda, you can talk about the situation in the South."

Brenda nodded, first made a sacrifice to Grama and Kurumba, and then slowly spoke.

"A few months ago, I was ordered by the Pope to bring the holy artifacts to the city-states in the south to help His Majesty the King of Atishus."

"And when the holy thing touches the other's breath, the holy thing becomes like this, as if it's been activated."

He spoke slowly, his face very natural.

"That said, it can be confirmed, isn't it? Ya Dixu's Majesty is the reincarnation of my god?"

Kurumba nodded and asked rhetorically.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong!" Brenda replied solemnly.

He stepped forward, with extreme piety on his face: "In that majesty's body, I sensed that extremely powerful divine power and the familiar essence. It is absolutely impossible for me to admit my mistake."

Seeing this, Kurumba and Grama nodded knowingly, without any doubt.

The ritual's perception of faith in the gods will increase as the level of the ritual increases.

From the white robe sacrifice to the yellow robe sacrifice, this itself is a process of continuous and pure purification of the essence of one's own soul.

As long as the believer is pious enough, he can provide the gods with the power of faith, and after the faith is absorbed by the gods, a trace of the gods will be fed back to continuously strengthen the essence of the believers and make them gradually close to themselves. Among them, the more devout believers are, the more divine power they can return, and the faster the promotion speed.

At the level of high priest, not only does it have harsh requirements for faith, but it also requires believers to be close to themselves and understand the nature of the gods before they can be promoted successfully.

Therefore, as a high priest, his sensitivity to gods is absolutely powerful. After all, others can be faked, but that essence cannot be faked anyway.

Thinking of this, Grama smiled quietly and looked at Kurumba next to him: "Moreover, Kurumba, have you found it?"

"Since our tribe first discovered my **** more than a decade ago and continued to support it, our tribe's shelter has become stronger and stronger."

"You are now, presumably not far from being promoted."

Kuruba was stunned, then slowly nodded: "You mean, grace?"

"Yes!"

Grama responded, and then quietly walked forward: "You know what, Kurumba."

"We sent out to help the sacrifice of my gods, and most of them have been raised by a level at this moment. Even if it was only a white robe sacrifice before, it has become a red robe sacrifice after going south."

"This is the same as the gift obtained by the mission, and it is the divine grace of my god."

The words gradually fell, Kurumba nodded silently, and immediately, the three people present did not speak any more, and the scene became silent.

It's just that around the bodies of the three of them, a little bit of natural elements are still cheering and shaking, silently affecting the surroundings.

Time passed like this. A few months later, dozens of people gradually walked through a wide wilderness trail.

At the forefront, a young man with strong heroic spirit and extraordinary handsomeness, a pair of golden eyes with a powerful majesty, makes people afraid to look directly.

"Your Majesty, when you come here, you are in the range of the northern wilderness." Beside him, Bill stood quietly and said silently.

Listening to his words, Artis silently raised his head and looked in front of him.

In his perspective, in the front, gleams of light gradually rise in the distance, gathering into small domains of faith, each covering a world.

In the surroundings, a little bit of natural elements gradually oscillated, slowly echoing the heavens and the earth, appearing to be very active.

"Here, it has been completely purified." He looked at the scene between heaven and earth, and a little joy passed through his heart.

In this area of ​​heaven and earth, after decades of cultivating faith, the divine realm here makes up for the four directions, continuously purifying and nourishing this area of ​​heaven and earth.

The devilish energy that filled the southern heaven and earth disappeared completely here, and was expelled and purified by a stream of pure light of faith and divine power.

"According to this trend, this world will become stronger and stronger under the nourishment of my divine power, and sooner or later it will surpass the southern city-state area and become the center of this world."

He looked at the increasingly active natural elements between the heavens and the earth, as well as the little scattered air luck in the distance, he couldn't help but sighed in his heart: "Moreover, the air luck has begun to condense slowly. In ten years, maybe we can really gather into a family and condense the family spirit."

"Even, among my believers, a true king who inherited the luck of this heaven and earth and was born upon his orders was born."

Thinking of this, he felt a little regretful: "Unfortunately, if it is 20 years earlier, then I can fully support the true king among believers, so why bother to end in person."

This is a matter of timing. If it is twenty years in the morning, then it will be able to catch up with the situation at this time. By this time, it was already too late.

When the other party fully grows up, the world will no longer know what it will become.

"Your Majesty, this is the critical point. After walking for a long time, you will be at the place prepared by the major tribes to welcome you."

Bill said this, only after a while, and then hesitated: "Just, Your Majesty."

"The tribes here are just a few of the tribes in this wasteland second only to the church. They have always been at odds with the Pope and may deliberately cause some obstacles to you. I hope you don't care."

Hearing this, Attis's expression remained unchanged: "It's okay, let's go over."

"The greeter has arrived."

As his voice fell, Bill turned and looked back.

At this time, several figures appeared in the place where there was no human beings. They were riding horses, and their magical brilliance faintly flickered, driving divine power.

However, there is no sacrificial robe, only a small emblem, which does not seem to be a formal sacrificial offering.

They came straight in front of them. The current one was a middle-aged man. After seeing Attis and others, he saluted: "Please follow me."

Attis and Bill looked at each other and followed silently.

In the front, after walking for a while, I came to a very grand camp.

The camp is very large, and it looks magnificent and tidy, obviously it has been arranged with some painstaking effort.

Just looking at the camp, Bill and the other priests changed their colors, their expressions ugly.

I saw that in the camp, countless guards and warriors stood guarding them, wearing armors, with cold eyes in their eyes. At first glance, they looked like warriors who were proficient in combat skills.

And in front of the main gate, one by one sturdy warriors were holding swords and spears in their hands.

This scene didn't seem to be welcoming, on the contrary, it was like giving them a slap in the face.

Suddenly, seeing this scene, Bill's face was pale: "What does your patriarch want to do?"

Beside him, the faces of dozens of priests were not pretty, they just looked ahead quietly without speaking.

Before the other party could answer, a samurai gradually came to this place in front of him.

"My Excellency, our patriarch has issued an order, and irrelevant personnel will stay here to entertain."

"Invite the king of Yadisu to enter. Our patriarch is entertaining him."

"What!" Bill was shocked: "He wants His Majesty to go in by himself, how dare he?"

With a stern face, he looked at the person in front of him, gritted his teeth and said: "If you are like this, aren't you afraid of the church calling on the major tribes to punish?"

However, in response to his threat, the person opposite did not speak, but silently looked at Attis.

The scene was quiet for a while.

After a while, Artis looked at the scene in front of him and smiled slightly: "Lead the way!"

"Your Majesty!" Bill looked at Attis with anxious expression on his face as he wanted to persuade him.

Only in the field of vision, Artis gently shook his head at him, indicating that he did not need to say more.

Faintly, in Attis's eyes, a cold color gradually flashed, and under the golden pupils, a little huge divine might surged upwards.