Shepherding Humanity (Nurturing Humanity)

under a gloomy sky.

Birch, the lord of the dark prison, has come to a new country.

This is a small country of half-orcs, and the strongest who suppressed it is just a legend, but their strong men also went to the front line to fight, even guarding the watchtower, and just died at his hands.

"What a poor creature!" he smiled.

Whoa!

As soon as he waved his hand, one after another strange strange birds converged into a black wave in the sky of the town.

"Kill! Not one left!"

His stern face was calm.

"The mortals of an era are only fleeting. They come to this world, laughing and dying of old age, like weeds overgrown. More than 30 years of life are meaningless. If you kill them casually, they will reproduce again."

wow——

Bones piled up like mountains on the broken ground.

Birch, the great emperor of the dark prison, strode forward, watching the mourning of the common people.

Many believers, with their families and their mouths, knelt down on the street. The church was crowded with people praying. Looking at the statue of the God of Wisdom in the high place, they closed their eyes, wept in suffering, and devoutly prayed the "Wisdom". The Book of:

"O God of Wisdom Achilles in heaven,"

"We will call your name Father,"

"Give us wisdom free from beasts, and empower living creatures to think,"

"May your knowledge reside in the words of the book as it resides in our hearts,"

"May your wisdom be the authority of strength, the symbol of supreme power,"

The seemingly vague call for hymns gradually resounded through the town, and countless souls prayed in despair.

The prayer hall of the church can no longer accommodate it. The fountain in the center of the town, the elderly, children, women, men, kneeling on the ground reverently, shouting, and closing their eyes tremblingly.

"It's really sad." He descended into the air and suddenly said.

boom!

Immediately, the people present trembled even more.

As if hearing the voice of the devil, he closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look at everything outside, knelt on the ground, praying louder and louder, as if he wanted to end his life in such a way of prayer.

He shook his head, raised his arms high, and brewed endless black light, "This is a humble mortal, in times of crisis, he only knows to pray, to seek spiritual sustenance, and to long for someone who can save him."

"They also want to save themselves."

A voice came from my ears at some point, "It's just a pity that it can't, no one wants to rely on others, in this world, most people are mortals who can't cultivate to become professionals, many things are already doomed at birth, they want to choose, but No choice. There is no system like Shushan in this world, so they can only pray to me to have a sustenance in their hearts."

beg you?

The Dark Prison Emperor Birchke's face gradually became dull, and he turned his head in vain.

He saw a white-clothed god of light holding a book in his hand, with a gentle smile on his face, and stood silently three meters away without even being able to sense his presence.

Like a silent ghost.

Birch, the Great Emperor of the Dark Prison, was horrified and frightened.

If he wanted to sneak attack on himself, he was afraid that he would die in an instant.

This scene made him instantly think of a person, Liu Wenjian, the head of Shushan, that terrifying mortal emperor, who also has no breath, and all her combat power lies in her weapon.

"Like that assassin!"

Chilled in his heart, he couldn't help but look at the book in the man's hand.

Is it the same for this book?

"You are the God of Wisdom Hermes!?"

He was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "No, you have the breath of faith in the ancient world, you are not a living person, is that so? Is this the last resistance of the Church of Light and this land? Collusion with the ancient world of the ancient world. Existence, indeed sin deserves death."

Although he said this and acted fiercely, he still had the intention of retreating. He felt the terrifying aura of the other party, and gathered too much incense, which made his combat power extremely terrifying.

He clearly knew that in the entire potion land, almost all the people and mortals worshiped him.

The incense in the ancient world is scattered, but the potion earth is now gathering. He is a lot stronger than the previous God of War, and he is definitely the ancestor of the vampire, the top monster at the level of the blood emperor!

"Ah! The god of wisdom!"

"O great god, finally came to save us!"

The mortals on the ground opened their eyes, roared furiously, revered and bowed, and when the living ancient myths appeared in front of them, and the supreme gods who believed in and were willing to give everything came, what would happen to them?

They were already incoherent, and the chants became more intense.

Who has the most appeal in the long history? Who is most admired by people?

Undoubtedly, it was Hermes, the legendary god of wisdom, who came to the earth and gave mortals the triple great knowledge, giving them the courage to fight against nature.

The entire Church of Light exists because of the worship of this god.

The cute girl came quietly.

Seeing this scene of fanaticism and unimaginable belief, I couldn't help but stunned.

Immediately to the netizens outside, holding a short stick as a microphone to broadcast live, "Every netizens who eat melons, this is a historic turning point in the era of potions, and the tide of history is surging! Please remember this scene clearly. , and, witness the charm of history! History is with us!"

Above the sky, the white-robed god looked at him quietly, "All the sinners, just pray to me and submit to my kingdom, and your sins will be forgiven."

puff!

"Let's go!" Birch, the Great Emperor of the Dark Prison, turned to leave.

Behind him, Hermes, who did not have a strong aura, seemed to have no intention of doing anything, and slowly opened the first page of this book of light and spoke softly.

"Wisdom is all power."

In the next second, the breath finally bloomed, and the whole world seemed to be squeezed.

Hermes is like an assassin-like Liu Wenjian, often the moment when he shoots, when he pulls out the sword, a terrifying aura erupts.

Any moment the sword is seen, the moment the enemy perishes.

"I"

He lowered his head blankly, his consciousness gradually blurred, his whole body was squeezed and twisted, and even pressed into a ball, his voice was almost difficult to make, "How could it be so strong!!"

Bang!

He was completely crushed into a blood fog.

Hermes' face was calm, he swung gently, and disappeared in place.

what! !

People in nearby cities looked at the sky and burst into tears of joy, and believers knelt down and prayed.

"Damn it!!" Mengmei was also stunned, and after a long time, she slowly exhaled a turbid breath, "So exaggerated?"

The History of Potions states:

[Magic medicine in 1103 years, at war with the ancient world, the epic emperor slaughtered all living beings, the god of wisdom Hermes came, and saved the believers in danger]