Is it so easy for religion in another world to win?

After being bewitched by the red-robed missionary, the people of Kaerba Village, who had figured it out, immediately decided to launch an attack on the village of Takina, which they knew best and was closest to. They felt that they had a great chance of winning by launching a night attack.

Although no one felt good about launching an almost genocidal attack on a village with which they had a good relationship, there was no morality or kindness to speak of for survival.

But to their surprise, the night attack did not go smoothly, as if they had been prepared for it.

The village chief actually did not have any preset defense plan. His original plan was to attack Kaerba Village tonight, but fate seemed to have played a joke on them. Kaerba Village was faster. They had just finished gathering when the other side came to their door.

This was actually beneficial. The original sneak attack turned into a home defense positional battle.

Moreover, the villagers of Kaerba Village rushed here overnight, which must have consumed a lot of physical strength.

The coming and going was a huge advantage.

The villagers were fighting with the people of Kaerba Village at this time, and from time to time, the wounded who retreated looked at their village chief with admiration.

The village chief was indeed wise and brave. Not everyone believed what he said at the beginning, that if they did not take the initiative to attack, they would be attacked. But now it seems that the village chief is worthy of being the village chief, and he is indeed far-sighted.

In terms of the number of people, the two villages are about the same, and the people in Takina Village are healthier.

But at this time, it was almost a one-sided scene. Because of sufficient physical strength, and the fact that the village chief of Takina had hidden a large number of formal weapons, the other side could only use farm tools.

How could ordinary sickles and dung forks resist long swords and battle axes?

After fighting for a while, it became an overwhelming advantage.

The two red-robed people standing at the end whispered to each other. It stands to reason that there should be two believers here to preach, but they are not seen now.

But maybe because they got lost, the road here is really rugged, and they found this village called Kaerba Village because they smelled the strong despair.

But they didn't expect the difference in combat power to be so big.

But they were not generals who were good at commanding, and they didn't understand why they were in such a disadvantage, nor why the villagers here had so many formal weapons.

But these are not important. As believers of the God of Struggle, they have their own solutions.

The elect of the God of Struggle should be born in endless battles and endless blood, and the one-sided scene now obviously cannot meet this requirement.

Although the villagers under his command are not as strong in combat, they are not as strong as believers.

The two red-robed men looked at each other and decided to attack together.

They condensed blood-colored arrows, and the condensed blood continued to surge in the air, aiming at the warriors who rushed to the front and danced wildly with double axes.

As the blood arrows passed through the air gracefully, no one present could react to the traces.

A transparent hole was left in the body of the berserker, but such a wound could not kill him immediately, and his will to fight did not diminish immediately. He still swung the axe and knocked down two enemies in succession before falling down.

Then two more blood arrows shot out, and this time the target was the old bandit village chief who was commanding in the back row.

But the village chief had seen the power of the blood arrow and was prepared. When he found himself being targeted, he crouched and hid behind the crowd. Then the blood arrow, unable to turn, was forced to hit the shield, smashing the poor quality wooden shield into pieces.

Only clever and sharp bandits can live long, and the old bandit village chief is just such a bandit.

After dodging the attack, he immediately pulled out the magic crossbow that looked a little damaged and aimed at one of the red-robed men.

Just before the crossbow arrow hit the red-robed man, a blood shield bounced off his body, but it was meaningless. The crossbow arrow with strange power still penetrated the blood shield and then pierced the chest of the red-robed man.

Seeing his teammates fall down, the other red-robed man was stunned. When he realized that he was also under the threat of death, he did not hesitate to stab his hand into his chest.

As the blood-colored streak condensed, his red robe clung to his body, and then his body swelled abnormally, like a giant ogre with three heads.

He let out a deafening roar, and this red-robed monster, which completely violated the laws of physics in Rand's previous life, grew larger and heavier, and rushed straight to the crowd of Takina Village.

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When Rand returned to the hideout, he saw several believers carrying a deer back with a wooden arrow stuck in the heart of the deer. In order to facilitate hunting, he arranged for someone to make a decent little bow for Serai, who had hunting experience.

But this archery skill was too good. Rand looked at Serai suspiciously. Could this kid be an undercover? How did an ordinary villager use a tattered little handmade bow to avoid the protection of bones and accurately shoot a deer's heart?

If it was pure luck, Rand didn't believe it.

Seeing Rand coming back, Serai greeted Seth, and then the two ran to Rand together, looking like they wanted to say something.

Rand waved his hand, letting Taner do his own thing, and then asked, "What's the matter?"

Serai and Seth whispered what the tax collector had done to Taner.

The more Rand listened, the more he frowned.

Although the lord humiliated the servant, he would die, but how could the leader feel good when his subordinates were humiliated for him?

After listening, he was silent for a while and said, "Don't do it on your own. I will take you with me when the time comes."

He quite understood the thoughts of the two young believers, and also understood their anger, because he was the same.

He could not directly confront the lord baron of this territory now, which was irresponsible to his subordinates.

But finding an opportunity to retaliate against the arrogant tax collector who humiliated Taner was what he had to do.

Although it was strange that Taner joined the den inexplicably, and he looked like a fanatical believer of the goddess of abundance, he would not do evil in fact, just like these ordinary believers.

But after getting along for this period of time, Rand had already regarded him as a member of the den.

And that tax collector trampled on Taner's dignity.

Rand didn't know how much Taner valued his dignity, or that civilians in this era were actually not qualified to have dignity.

But Rand at least did not accept it within his ability!

Chapter 16 Rand's new idea for the elves

Rand returned to the familiar sacrificial room, and now it was time to submit the task.

At this time, if the sacrificial room did not take the initiative to explain, no one could see what it was for.

The only trace left was the sacrificial stone platform. The ritual patterns on it were still there, but the surrounding pieces of meat and skulls had been cleaned up.

A blanket was also laid on the stone platform, which looked like a home from another world.

Rand took off the blanket and dragged the bodies of the two target cultists to the altar.

He didn't find anything valuable on the bodies, so he simply moved the entire bodies to the altar.

Although the Mother Goddess usually doesn't eat such cold bodies, these two red-robed cultists were chosen by the Mother Goddess and should be able to be sacrificed.

After cutting his palm, Rand's wound oozed bright red blood, dripping onto the altar and being absorbed by the stone platform that seemed to have vitality.

Then he recited the sacrificial prayer skillfully.

After a while, the two bodies disappeared from the spot along with their clothes.

Rand waited quietly for a while, but didn't wait for any oracle, nor did he get any power feedback.

No, are you going to get it for free? Lady Goddess Feng Rang.

After waiting for a while, Rand, who still felt nothing, walked to the altar. He was ready to ask what it meant in person.

As the steps were completed, Rand also disappeared on the altar.

Soon Rand came back.

The feedback he got was that there were other pagans around who had not been cleared, so he told him the new pagan information and extended Blessing 2.

[Rand

Gender: Male

Ability: Sacrifice exemption

Blessing 1: Black Goat Mother's Desire (reached the limit)

Blessing 2: Desire sharing (15 days temporary)

Will: N] (expandable)

How smart, Mother Goddess. Seeing you look like a chaotic brute with tentacles and mouthparts, you are so careful and calculated that you gave a temporary ability.

However, this kind of words can only be criticized in private. After all, the Mother Goddess has not yet investigated his wool-pulling. After all, it was Rand who got it for free first, and it is really shameless to say that the Mother Goddess.

Blessing 2 can last for 15 days. He is not in a hurry to find the cultists. He is ready to kill the tax collector first.

Just as Rand was packing up his things, Lysa came back and spread out the parchment he had taken away. There were many expanded annotations on it, indicating the general terrain direction, rivers, some useful resources and powerful enemies.

"There are iron golems in the mountains?" Rand pointed to a mark on the map and confirmed with Lysa.

"Yes, it should be some ruins." Lysa looked uncertain. She avoided the iron golem from a distance when she saw it, and did not investigate specifically.

Rand thought of a picture after picture in his mind, iron golem, ruins, isn't that the first activity plot?

Iron golems are so rare, plus the ruins environment described by Lysa, it should be no difference.

Although he has not played it himself, he has seen the explosive cg, the ancient forging hammer, the iron golem, the birth of the artifact, plus a moving story.

But the problem is that the protagonists of the game seem to be in the justice camp. His hideout is too close to the ruins. If the protagonist of the game takes his friends to the ruins and visits the hideout, and then accidentally discovers that this is actually an evil cult hideout, then it will be a disaster.

Although the protagonist group is probably not as strong as Taner and Lisa now, each of them has a very important identity. If a conflict occurs and one of them is killed by accident, it will really be a large army.

I didn't think so when I watched the CG, but now that I have traveled through time, I really don't understand why young people with such a heavyweight identity would take risks. Artifacts are indeed rare, but they may not be very rare for them. It is not worth risking their lives at all.

And what's wrong with their parents? Don't they arrange a guardian for their children to go out for adventure? Fantasy novels know to arrange a guardian or sword servant for children who go out for training, but you don't have that, right?

Thinking about it this way, the CG really has many bugs, and there is no such amazing feeling in my memory.

But protectors, or bodyguards who guard in secret...if you think about it carefully, it is really possible. Now I can only wish to the Mother Goddess that the protagonists will not really discover the existence of the hideout, and suddenly want to come over for a visit.

Great dark goddess of abundance, mother of black goats, please bless your believers, Rand pretended to pray like a real messenger.

Lysa saw Rand's face changing from blue to white for a long time, and he prayed for no reason, and suddenly became anxious. The work was done, but where was the reward?

She twisted her body, trying to arouse Rand's desire for sadomasochism.

Rand came to his senses and realized that the elf had not left. As soon as he saw her expression, he knew what she was thinking.

With a helpless sigh, he turned out the cross from the corner of the house, fixed the corner of the house, and then picked up the rope and motioned Lysa to come over.

Lysa was puzzled, what kind of play was this, but it looked very interesting.

It really was a genius sadist. It didn't take long for him to come up with a new idea, and now she would be the first person to experience the idea. The elf took a deep breath for a while, she was a little excited and trembling, and walked to Rand.

Rand held her slender wrist and used rough hemp rope to fix her arm to the cross, then the other hand, slender waist, and finally the feet.

It must be said that the physical appearance of this masochist elf is really excellent, with a perfect golden ratio figure, smooth skin and soft silver hair.

If she was not too perverted and might have related diseases, Rand would definitely have been unable to resist doing something to her that only adults would do.

Rand pulled out her whip from the elf's waist. He returned it to her last time, and now it's time to use it again.

Before meeting the elves, he thought it was normal for rangers to carry whips with them, but now, he has lost his eyes.

It is estimated that if any ranger stands in front of him, he will check whether the ranger has a small whip on his waist.

At least the reputation of the elven ranger group has been damaged in Rand's eyes.

Straightening the whip, Rand whipped it in the air and then whipped it on Lysa.

Just as Lysa began to rub her legs, Rand suddenly stopped and smiled evilly.

He returned to the table and prepared to start planning how to attack the tax collector living in the town.

Lysa was still hanging on the cross, with a confused expression. Is this the end?

It's obviously not enough, far from enough.

But even if she tried to twist her body and try to attract Rand's attention, it was completely useless.

Just as if she didn't exist, he was doing his own thing over there.

Lysa could only continue to rub her body hard, leaving red marks on her body from the rough hemp rope.

Unfortunately, such stimulation could not satisfy her at all.

Lysa confirmed that Rand did this on purpose.

The emptiness in her body seemed endless.

As expected, he was a genius sadist. Now she decided to name Rand's method, and simply called it "Place Play".

Chapter 17 A story that the tax collector must tell

The next morning, Rand took the limp Lysa down from the cross, asked her to look after the den, and then took Serai and Ses to the town.

As for the Mother Goddess's mission, there was no rush for the moment. Now he planned to use this temporary blessing to get rid of the tax collector first. Otherwise, if he completed the mission ahead of time and his ability was taken back, it would be a huge loss.

It can only be said that although Rand had not yet graduated in his previous life, he was already well versed in the ways of office animals.