Belief In The Kingdom of God

In a particularly shabby tavern, the walkers looked slightly drowsy, making a noise here.

"Hey, have you heard? The north seems to be fighting again, I don't know how many people have died!" a drunk man shouted loudly, making the surrounding eyes involuntarily shifted.

"Oh! Which lord is leading the army this time?" A thin man raised his wine, his face flushed, and he looked a little confused.

"It seems to be a baron, no matter how specific, I don't know." the man shouted. Gradually smile with the surroundings.

When the laughter gradually subsided and the drunkenness gradually subsided, the big man shook his head again and shouted: "This time, the northern side has been fighting for more than a month, and there are battlefields everywhere."

"Why don't we pack things up and go north to see if there are any omissions to pick up?"

After he whispered this sentence, he immediately caused a group of people around him to move, wanting to agree.

On the battlefield, although the spoils are often taken away by the victorious side. However, the form of the battlefield is unpredictable, coupled with the complex environment, so there will always be some remnants, and even individual battles are very miserable battlefields, and the remnants are even richer.

The warrior's armor and weapons, and some remaining materials, etc., are all a huge wealth, enough to make people's hearts excited.

However, under this group of people's changes, there are still a few sober people.

A big man in broken leather armor stood up and stopped them: "Are you crazy?"

"Not to mention the ghosts that may remain on the battlefield and the magical beasts that are attracted. The horses and knights everywhere in the north are now a great obstacle. If we are found to dig for the spoils privately, we will definitely not get it!"

As soon as he said this, the people around him calmed down a bit, and the little drunkenness that was still left completely disappeared.

"Hey!" After calming down for a while, a faint sigh came from among the crowd.

"Since our place was occupied by the Principality of Yingdeli, life has become more and more difficult."

One person whispered, suppressing it to prevent outsiders from hearing.

"Originally, we could also help the caravan as a security guard, or do some casual work around, and live a safe life."

"But since the king's surrender, the situation here has completely messed up. Not only has the caravans to and fro decreased a lot, but even the city has begun to mess up."

This man drank the inferior wine from the blackjack and said with a depressed expression.

Hearing him say this, the people around him were also silent, and the vicissitudes of life looked dull, with a faint sigh, just silently raising the wine glass in his hand, slowly feeling the bitter taste.

"Why don't we go to the north to seek refuge in the Principality of Ya Dixu?" A voice broke the silence, but still lowered the voice, so that people in the distance did not dare to hear it.

Hearing this proposal, the eyes of everyone present lit up.

"Yes! I heard that Ya Dixu in the north was recruiting soldiers and officers at this time! I heard that the treatment is very good, not only is there a monthly distribution of food and other materials, but also land!"

"As long as they succeed in joining the army, every soldier will have five acres of land. If he makes a contribution or even becomes an officer, there can be more."

Everyone said sentence by sentence, with a desire and enthusiasm in their eyes.

This is an obsession with the land.

In this world, civilians cannot own their own land. Except for a few people, owning land is almost exclusively for the nobles. Because of this, the people of this world have an extraordinary obsession with land.

However, some people hesitated, and some couldn't believe it: "But who knows if such a favorable condition is true? Maybe it's just false news from the north."

"And, even if it is true, if we want to go to the north to join the army, how can we escape the beasts and horses on the way?"

So everyone hesitated a little more, and couldn't help but look at the big man in leather armor ahead, waiting for him to speak.

Obviously, this person is the leader of this group, and he has a lot of prestige in the hearts of these people.

Seeing a group of subordinates like this, the leader hesitated, and then said: "The authenticity does not need to be considered."

"When I went to the north with the caravan, I once met a soldier from the Principality of Adyxu. It is probably no different from what we know, and even more generous."

"As for the danger along the way."

He groaned: "I know that there are some paths that are difficult for the army to pass. They should not be discovered by horses. As for Warcraft, I have also asked about it."

"It seems that as the armies of the two principalities are constantly fighting, a large number of beasts in this area are attracted by the battlefield and gathered on the battlefield. In addition, a large number of beasts are killed in the north, as long as we be careful and stay away from those dangerous areas, It should pass."

He calmly analyzed.

Following his analysis, the eyes of everyone around him brightened little by little, and they were already moved.

After a while, I saw them leave in a hurry, obviously going down to prepare.

And far away from them, a thin, dark-faced young man looked at an old man in front of him, smiled and shook his head.

Perceiving the departure of the group of people in the distance, Chen Ming looked at their backs and did not speak.

He naturally heard the conversation over there, even if the other party had been very careful to cover it up, but for his existence, even if he could not use his divine power, he could hear clearly.

But he didn't care. He just continued to look at the old man in front of him, and said: "What I asked you to ask a few days ago, how are you inquiring?"

Seeing Chen Ming's question, the old man responded with a serious face: "This lord, we have already asked clearly."

"Most of the destroyed ancestral **** altars and totems are now bought by some past merchants, and they seem to be sold as commemorative collections. Some of them are collected by some nobles. "

"We have acquired some in the past few days. When do you need it, my lord?"

Seeing this, Chen Ming nodded and said, "Take me now!"

So the two got up. After a while, when Chen Ming followed the old man to a basement, one by one, somewhat gloomy rooms began to appear, with the emblem of the **** of nature faintly engraved on them.

Chen Ming looked over. Because of the fear of divine power fluctuations being discovered, these emblems are not blessed by divine power, and are only used as pure decorations.

And here is an intelligence stronghold where the Principality of Ya Dixu is located. After Chen Ming contacted here a few days ago, he thought he was an envoy from the north and enshrined him.

"My lord, it's already here!"

The voice of the old man in front came, and then a room was opened.

Chen Ming went in and took a look. Inside, a pile of debris was piled up in it. The shape is different, there are some fragments, and there are complete totem poles and the like, all of which are different.

However, above these things, there is a little bit of light red, which looks very strange in this dark basement. In the faint, there seemed to be resentful souls attached to it, cursing and roaring.

"Are these things you want?"

Looking at these things, the old man felt a little cold on his body, and couldn't help but asked a little strangely.

He has always had doubts about collecting these things, but as an intelligence officer, the most important thing is to keep it secret, so he has not inquired.

Chen Ming fixed himself and took a look.

In his perspective, there is a light red brilliance on these things. Although the power within has been extracted, the remaining essence is still there and has not disappeared.

In response to this, the killing divinity in Chen Ming's body was slowly fluctuating and boiling faintly.

"You go out first!" Chen Ming said without looking back, looking at the pile of things in front of him.

Seeing this, the old man bowed and slowly left, leaving Chen Ming alone.

And Chen Ming looked at the little blood red in front of him, and sighed: "Sure enough, although the power gained from the sacrifice for hundreds of years has been taken away, the remnants of the blood sacrifice are still condensing and have not disappeared."

This is a bit of killing essence from the long blood sacrifice. Although most of it disappears as the power is taken away, some of it remains on the original sacrifice and has not disappeared.

At this time, if there are new soul bodies attached to these objects and used as blood sacrifices for them, then the success rate of becoming an ancestor spirit will increase.

However, thinking about this, Chen Ming shook his head slightly, and gently extended his arm to touch it.

Suddenly, a little change slowly took place. The blood-red killing essence seemed to be drawn by something, and it was continuously absorbed into the body by Chen Ming and gathered on the killing god.

He absorbed them one by one, and when all of these were absorbed, a little bit of killing comprehension reverberated in his mind, and another killing **** was condensed.

Sensing the cohesion of this divine nature, Chen Ming said silently in his heart: "The blood sacrifice corresponds to the killing, so continue like this. If it can kill the ancestor gods of the entire world and absorb the killing power accumulated by the ancestors of the entire world for countless years, Maybe it can really condense a **** of killing."

He thought about it, and then his mind moved lightly, a little light of divine light bloomed in the godhead quietly, without any waves.

In his feelings, the light red that could not be concealed in the originally pan-cyan divine light gradually strengthened, faintly matching with the ubiquitous murderous intent in the world.