The worship of gods is an extremely old faith, once upon a time, when humanity was weak and had almost no place in this world, where monsters roamed the world and elves and dragons ruled the top of civilization. Trample everything under your feet. The enemy struggles to die at its feet, and those who are not worthy of humiliation either die or become slaves.

Originally, human beings were also a member of the slaves, but they were completely unaware of this, after all, under the pressure of such survival, human beings have no time to think, human beings are animals, and animals only care about the current situation.

But, fortunately, there is God.

The history of the canon records the sudden appearance of a God who did good things for people without expecting anything in return.

Initially, He taught people to hunt with sticks and stones, to cut the bodies of their prey with bone fragments, and to make fires with flint, and later to use flint to tie flint to sticks for battle, which he called "axes."

Later, He lengthened the sticks and sharpened the flint to make a "spear"

Later, He bent the tender wood and tied it with a rope made of bark or tendon, which He called a "bow."

He was armed with bows, and people were armed with axes and spears, and He hunted with them, gathering fruits, and making tools.

After a while, he had people control the planks with the help of the flow of the Blue River, and built the first waterwheel to grind wheat into flour.

Then He taught the people to use fire, to roast their prey, to roast wheat flour, to heat their prey, and to use water instead of labor.

The power of fire and water was controlled, which made humans understand the difference between themselves and animals, and also freed them from hunger.

Then God led them to the forest and stoned more ancient trees than all the ages of all humans combined. In the first plains, humans built houses out of wood, fenced off them, domesticated dogs, and raised chickens, ducks, and pigs.

With dogs, humans know that they can be nobler than other things, and with chickens and ducks, they know that they can maintain their wealth and strength through planning.

A hundred winters of such days have passed, and everything in the world is being rediscovered at a great speed, bronze has replaced stone as the new favorite, large and small earthen kilns have been erected, and newly sharpened sticks have been inserted into bronze spear heads, piercing the lowly animals and turning them into flesh and skin

Humans thought that such a good life would last forever, but the monsters continued to harass them, and the terrifying monsters were far from being able to defeat them.

Then, one day, God suddenly announced that He had placed two baked clay tablets in front of the people, and declared that people could use them to unload their words and deeds, and to use the symbols on them to command nature, and to write on the tablets what had been said, so that all the words of mankind in the past, present, and future could be recorded!

The first "words" and "runes" are recorded on the clay tablets.

Since then, magic is no longer the preserve of elves, who do not need runes to cast spells, but humans can use runes to accomplish great things that only elves can do.

With the written word, knowledge was spread, civilization was continued, and since then, no one has questioned the status of "God", who continues to walk with people on the earth, but is no longer the same. Only His house can be made high with stone, only His clay tablets cannot be destroyed, and His every word will be recorded.

After that, his house grew higher and higher, and was recited by the people and lifted to heaven.

Since then, God has stopped walking on earth until now.

Even if the heavenly realm collapsed, it didn't come down, even if someone blasphemed him in public, it didn't come down, even if it was ...... Faith is gone, and it has not come down.

The old man reading the canon, his posture was rickety, the traces of time were engraved on his face, the folds and lines, the sunken skin, the loose and boastful skin, and the body exuded the atmosphere of the twilight.

As the sun sank, he finished his daily service as usual, opened the door as usual, opened the east door of the church, and then walked tremblingly to the idol, not worshipping, but staring in silence.

"Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Paragraph 2, Man came from the earth, lived on the earth, and will eventually return to the earth and become the earth." The old man's voice was low as he recited the words of the canon.

"Then why, people are in the big underground? But God is in heaven? He asked, facing the idol.

Of course, there is no response, and the idol cannot speak.

Facing the silent statue, even if he didn't show his expression now, he could still see sadness, doubt, anger, and madness in his eyes, even if he was really standing in place with an expressionless face, but it was like being surrounded by thorns, making people unable to move a single step.

The teachings he had received since he was a child were now just poison that kept stinging him.

He looked at the palm prints in his hands, which were full of calluses, and then, he began to give orders.

A loud bang broke the peace of the temple! A beam of light lit up in his hand, and the air around him trembled under his gaze, as if words had reached a distant heaven, and the coercion from the upper realm appeared here!

The idol began to crack! But when the first hints of this began - the air around it froze.

It's not just stagnation, it's ...... Frozen.

All the moisture in the air was frozen by the low temperature, and the huge ice crystals and the high-speed undirected wind fused together, forming an extremely dense mobile snow storm, but all this was limited to the old man who tried to break the idol for a single step, and did not spread to anywhere else!

The power from the heavenly realm was forcibly blocked, and a man in a golden robe descended here, waved his hand and directly closed the east gate of the church, and then closed his hands together, and the surrounding space was directly blocked, completely cut off from the outside world, whether it was sound, light, or anything else, it could not pass through! The world itself is cut out!

The golden-robed man wore a mask, his posture was erect, he looked like he was in his early twenties, he looked mysterious and elegant, but he was vigorous and resolute between his actions, and the series of actions only took less than three seconds, which was extremely fast.

The old man's mouth sang pure words, which meant that he was telling the world that the world was just its original state, and the world itself immediately began to respond to him, restoring everything to just now, when the wind and snow and magic were expelled, and the temperature returned to normal, he turned his head to look at the golden-robed man, and shouted angrily, but found that his throat could not make a sound!

The golden-robed man helped his mask and said unhappily:

"Command 7, which can control other people and even the world itself through words, but ...... The world has been cut apart by me, and now this small world has no power to respond to you many times, and now a silence can calm you down. ”

Then, his attitude changed, and he asked loudly:

"Well, as a diocesan bishop, why do you blasphemy!"