For Burville, war is both pain and power. He wants to chase the peak of power, then the person in front of him is definitely a big help, the heart of friendship rises in Burville's heart, he doesn't mind that the other party's identity is not black, he just wants power, otherwise he will not bend down to be with these civilians.

Since you want to make friends and win over each other, you naturally have to express something.

Burville gave a glance to one of the soldiers beside him, who immediately understood, and entered the crowd with his gun in hand, aiming at Currido. Then he whispered in his ear: "If you bewitch the crowd again, the general will not mind shooting you!" ”

"Huh?" When Curry heard this, his heart jumped. His biggest backer has gone to the enemy, and if he stays here, his life will definitely be taken away by this group of demons, and he will meet God.

"No, you can't stay here any longer, these demons, these bastards are too ferocious, there are good men in the East who don't suffer immediate losses, you have to be careful to eradicate the demons, by the way, that General Bailey doesn't want to recruit me to be his propaganda envoy, so he will take refuge in him, and use his liliang to eradicate these demons and devils!"

Although Islam is not prevalent in Soma, and there are not even a few temples, Islam can also bring a lot of honor to warlords, but it is a pity that except for those Isis in Soma's own country, Islamists from other countries will not come to this poor and backward country at all, and Isism will not help a warlord.

Currido had already hated the group of people in front of him, and he thought that he would have a chance in the future, so he fled. His escape made many people who were unhappy with this hypocritical Islamist laugh quietly.

Lei Luo walked in from the crowd, and the residents of Port Soli saw that the robes on the other party were similar to those on the young man with the magical liliang, and immediately moved out of the way.

"Your Majesty, this is the holy water you wanted!" Lei Luo cautiously carried a bowl of golden liquid, the mouth of the bowl was constantly bubbling with golden mist, and a holy power lingered around.

"It smells so good!" One person sniffed it and couldn't help but scream, he smelled the fragrance of flowers from this bowl of golden liquid, which made him a little addicted.

Zhang Xiaojian took the holy water, and poured the water on the gambler's severed arm under the gaze of everyone, the golden liquid seemed to be viscous, but when it was poured out of the bowl, it was like a clear spring.

Zhang Xiaojian is now going to connect the gambler's broken arm, the people's will is very important, this sentence has been passed down from the mouth of the founding ancestor of country Z and has been passed down to this day. As long as the reputation is good, it will not take much time to make Sori Port a territory of faith, at most it will only be half a month, Zhang Xiaojian is confident that all the real power controllers of the entire Sori Port will withdraw, and all the residents of Sori Port will become believers......

The holy water flowed on the broken arm, and the whole arm was suddenly full of vitality, Zhang Xiaojian aimed the broken arm at the broken arm on the gambler's arm, this arm was cut off by someone, and the wound appeared very smooth, indicating that the manpower that cut off his arm was far superior to that of the same person.

Under the bewildered looks of the crowd, he sang loudly: "Great Lord of Destiny, you are the embodiment of light, the giver of life, and all wounds will be healed under your divine light." ”

A holy light was thrown out of Zhang Xiaojian's body, and it sank into the gambler's wound, and under the gaze of everyone, the wound was healing at a rapid speed, and the next moment the broken arm was actually reconnected, and it was restored as before.

The gambler awoke from his confusion, looked at his restored arm, and looked at the noble man in front of him, the one who showed him the future. He fell to his knees and kowtowed reverently, his eyes full of life, and the void of the past was filled by a majestic figure.

A milky white thread of faith passed through the space and into the realm of God.

"Oh! Oh my God, he's not a demon, he's an oracle! ”

Immediately after that, I don't know who shouted, "This is God's liliang." Only a god can perform such a magical liliang. The other party must be a divine messenger! Otherwise, how could he have such a magical ability? ”

As soon as he said this, it seemed to speak the thoughts of everyone present, although they were poor, they could also distinguish what was good and what was bad, and they could heal a gambler, which showed that the other party was at least kind, not at all like the demons and devils that the Isist Currido said, how could a devil take a gambler's broken arm for no reason? What's more, Currido's reputation in this generation is not very good, and he is generally described as lazy.

The crowd shouted along with the man who shouted the "miracle", and in an instant the shouts rang out one after another, and the whole crowd was fanned up, and the atmosphere was high.

Severed limbs?

Burville was stunned, "This can no longer be called a means, but magic!" ”

Burville studied in country M, and also learned a lot about other cultures, such as magic, of course, there is also Rome, he is not very interested in Rome, in his opinion, Rome is just a person who absorbs believers to obtain funds, compared to Islam, Islam advocates peace, and Romeism is more aggressive (plot required).

At this time, Burville had already made up his mind to win this man over, and the ability to reconnect his severed limbs alone was worth his efforts.

"Not bad!" Zhang Xiaojian muttered, he hadn't done such a thing for a long time, only since the last time he rescued Director Zhao's wife in H City, he never saved any injured patients since he got out of strength, first, he didn't want to feel that feeling anymore, and second, he didn't want to do it.

Performing such a painstaking magic technique just now made Zhang Xiaojian feel uncomfortable again, but fortunately, he was not too uncomfortable. Originally, this kind of thing should have been handed over to Lei Luo, who was following him, but the first temple and the statue were not erected, resulting in the divine power of Tu Luo, the main soul who had not yet been officially canonized, could not be transmitted so far away.

This has also caused the priests' magic liliang to drop quite a bit, and it will return to its original state as long as the first temple and idol are erected.

Zhou Jue also squeezed in from outside the crowd, and saw the gambler prostrate on the ground, muttering the name of the god Tulo he believed in, "I didn't expect His Majesty the Pope to inspire believers to be so powerful, to be able to convert a fanatical believer, His Majesty's ability is really getting more and more unfathomable." ”

Zhou Jue thought of this, his eyes flashed, and the Pope became taller and taller in his eyes, already like a majestic mountain.

"It's time to find a place to build a makeshift altar, or it won't work if it goes on like this." Zhang Xiaojian successfully made the gambler a believer in the god Tulo, solved a big trouble, and gave the Burville general in front of him a favor.

Thinking of Zhang Xiaojian, he walked in one direction, and Burville was about to reach out and grab Zhang Xiaojian's shoulder, but he didn't know that a palm firmly grasped his arm, so that he couldn't take a step forward.

Burville turned his head angrily to see who was so bold as to stop him, knowing that no one in the country of Soma had ever dared to grab his arm.

When he turned his head, he froze, for a young priest was grabbing his hand, and there was no expression on his face, like a glacier.

"Let go!"

The soldier beside Burville shouted angrily, reaching out to grab Relo, when a voice rang out.

"Wait!"

I saw Zhou Jue rushing over from the side, and he was a little anxious and said: "Lei Luo is not going to put it down quickly, the other party is ......"

Lei Luo snorted coldly, let go of Burville's arm, and said with a sneer: "You are now a cardinal, I do have to listen to you, but one thing you don't forget, the holy body under the Pope's crown can be touched by mortals?" ”

After speaking, he left with a cold snort.

Burville held his arm in pain, secretly saying that the other party's strength was really great, and when he looked up, he found a familiar figure, "Oh! It turned out to be you, Mr. Zhou! ”

Zhou Jue was uncomfortable by Lei Luo's words, and he thought about it carefully, although he was for the church, he also forgot some things, and the consequences of these things were ...... Thinking of this, Zhou Jue was covered in cold sweat and broke out wildly.

"Huh?" Zhou Jue was woken up by Burville's exclamation, he looked at Burville, who was excited, and scolded for a while, "Still in the mood to laugh?" Ignorance is not guilty! ”

Zhou Jue's head is big now, and what he said just now made him suddenly realize that the church is not the highest and most important, God is, and how can the Pope, as the incarnation of the gods in the mortal world, be touched, this is disrespectful to God, and it is directly judged as blasphemy in serious cases.

"Mr. Zhou didn't expect you to come, it's been nearly three years since the last goodbye." Burville spoke fluent English, and he was afraid that Zhou Jue would not know Arabic, so he spoke English directly.

"Alas!" Zhou Jue shook his head and sighed, "Boville, you are in some mood, but your friend and I are not in that mood." ”

"How?" Burville waved his hand to keep the soldiers away, and led Zhou Jue towards a storefront.

"I wonder why Mr. Zhou is like this?" Burville couldn't think of anything that could be done with the people of country Z who had a lot of means in front of him, and the other party brought a large number of arms to trade with him back then, which greatly increased his strength, and he expanded two-thirds of his territory at once, which benefited him a lot.

"General, don't you know that you've been on the verge of death twice?" Zhou Jue stared at Boville meaningfully.

"Huh?" Burville was shocked, he suddenly remembered the wounded man with the broken arm, and when he thought about it, he suddenly realized that everything seemed to be too coincidental. "Could it be that the gentleman is talking about the wounded man whose arm was cut off?"

"That's right, General, you've been saved twice by His Holiness the Pope!" Zhou Jue said in a deep voice, "Please don't publicize this matter everywhere, His Majesty the Pope has his plans, and I can't speculate." ”

At this time, Burville thought that he had wandered from the brink of death twice, and he had the heart to think about something else, so he just agreed to it.

Zhou Jue saw that Burville didn't have the heart to listen to his words at this time, so he had no choice but to retreat, "If the general has something, please come to the ferry in the port to find me, and I'll leave first." ”

"Ahh Burville was stunned for a moment, and then thought that he didn't have the heart to think about anything else, "Mr. Haode, please go slowly, someone will send Mr. out!" ”

"Farewell!" Zhou Jue left under the escort of a soldier.

……

A day later, rumors spread throughout Porto Soli about an oracle picking up a gambler's severed arm, and the whole of Porto Soli was boiling, and the matter of this oracle was now the favorite topic of discussion among the residents of Solie.

Some warlords also reacted differently when they heard about it.

A little worried, deeply afraid that the other party and Burville would walk in, and some dismissed, scoffing at it, thinking that it was ridiculous.

The Isist Currido, however, walked out of the house with a gloomy face, and walked in the direction of General Bailey's mansion.