A group of devotees who believe in Morrigan, the goddess of war.

After discovering that Morrigan, the goddess of war they worshipped, had actually appeared.

As if they had been frightened, they were sweating profusely and their eyes were erratic.

The indigenous sorcerer himself, who was a sacrifice, muttered to himself that this was impossible.

"Hallucination, this must be an illusion!"

The native sorcerer dropped his knife and retreated in panic under the blinding light emanating from the black crystal statue of the goddess of war, Morigan.

The red-haired boy also fell to the ground, and while he was in pain, the boy felt as if he was soaking in a hot spring, and landed in a warm place.

The fear and anxiety in my heart seemed to be soothed by something.

"Child, don't be afraid ......"

"I am Morrigan, the goddess of war, the only true god who can save you!"

The gentle voice went straight to the little boy's heart.

Under Xiao Yu's urging, the divine power slowly penetrated into the little boy's body, relieving his exhaustion and physical and mental trauma at the same time.

also let this little boy grasp the goddess of war Morrigan as a life-saving straw.

Although it couldn't make the little boy instantly turn into a fanatic.

It is still very simple to make him a believer who is a little more religious than a pan-believer.

After confirming that the little boy already had a preliminary belief in the goddess of war, Morrigan, Xiao Yu implanted the divine power seed into it.

Suddenly.

In an instant, the little boy had already learned a lot of religious knowledge such as the teachings and canons of Morrigan, the goddess of war.

I also learned about the common sense and basic cultivation methods of being a priest.

From Lilliputian's point of view, this already involves transcendent knowledge.

However, Xiao Yu felt that there would be no big problem.

He had seen this knowledge.

The heart is clear.

The path of the priesthood is much more mysterious than many people think, and it is full of idealism.

Even if this little kid didn't keep the secret, he was found out about the methods he cultivated.

It will only cause headaches for real-world experts.

The foundation of the priesthood comes from the true God.

And Morrigan, the goddess of war, is the only true god in the real world today.

No, Xiao Yu nodded.

No matter how talented you are, no matter how good your qualifications are, it is impossible for a new transcendent priesthood to come out.

Its practical value is even inferior to the self-hypnotism of hypnotists.

Crash!

A sacred flame erupted from the little boy's body.

The ropes that bound him to his hands and feet were easily burned.

Then, under the terrified gaze of many believers.

The little boy staggered to his feet.

Standing on this altar, as if he were on top.

I opened my eyes and looked around.

In his eyes, he sparkled with a dazzling and extraordinary aura.

Just looking around, it already made the surrounding believers feel that a thousand pounds of boulder were pressed down in their hearts.

As a result, some of them were timid, and their legs involuntarily softened, and they fell to their knees on the cold floor.

"Divine power is not allowed to be blasphemed!"

The black crystal statue of the goddess of war, Morrigan, was controlled by the hand of Wizard Xiao Yu, and floated above the little boy's head, accompanied by the recorded voice of the goddess.

Xiao Yu unleashed an extraordinary coercion.

Suddenly, everyone was so frightened that they were lying on the ground, and all the parts of their bodies seemed to be unconscious except for their heads, which exacerbated their fear and made them cry bitterly.

And hurriedly shook the pot.

"God's Angel!"

"We've all been deceived!"

"We didn't know it was blasphemous!"

"Everything, everything is the fault of the damned cultists!"

"Yes! It's all their fault! ”

"We were wronged!"

Amidst shouting.

The native, sorcerer who was condemned trembled and wanted to escape, and he had a strong desire to survive, and in order to resist Xiao Yu's extraordinary coercion, he even bit his lip and bit his tongue.

It's bloody.

However...... It's not an egg.

The gap between the ordinary and the extraordinary is simply too great.

It's not a small act of self-harm that can be flattened.

The indigenous shaman sadly found that he did both...... Still unable to move!

The little boy followed the whisper of the goddess in his ear and walked up to the native, lying on his stomach.

Speak in a voice with a child's voice:

"In the name of Morrigan, the goddess of war!"

"Blasphemous deserves to be burned at the stake!"

As the little boy finished announcing this decision.

Suddenly, white flames appeared around and attached to the native wizard.

This is a flame formed by divine power that specializes in burning souls.

Of course, this is not something that a little boy can do.

Even if he had already obtained the Divine Power Seed, he would not be able to cast the Divine Skill so quickly.

If it weren't for Xiao Yu helping in the back, this little boy would be a little stronger than a normal boy.

"Wait, wait!"

The native wizard felt the white flames burning on his body, and he screamed in despair as he felt his body being hollowed out:

"O merciful goddess, forgive me, forgive me this time!"

"I will be your most faithful slave for all eternity!"

"No, don't!"

The indigenous wizard's plea for mercy was met with the boy's back.

He looked at this back, begging for mercy and preparing to replace it with a vicious native curse.

The flames on his body intensified the rate of burning.

After making his heart shake suddenly, his consciousness instantly blurred.

With a low roar and white flames erupted from his eyes.

The fire vanished, and the purification ended.

The black crystal statue of Morrigan, the goddess of war on the altar, suddenly shattered and turned into powder.

The little boy also seemed to have lost his favor and passed out on the altar.

The extraordinary coercion dissipated in an instant, so that the remaining believers came back to their senses after losing their minds for a moment, and they all secretly rejoiced with the mentality of immortality.

"The sacrifice is dead."

The believers curiously surrounded the corpse of the native wizard, and after carefully turning him open, they couldn't help but let out a hissing inhalation.

The Native Wizard's skin is still intact.

But all that remained of his eyes and mouth were three hollow skull-like holes.

Obviously, although the sorcerer's skin is still there, the inside has been purified by the goddess of war, Morrigan.

Thinking of this, the hearts of the believers present all tightened, and they were all a little overwhelmed.

But they don't have something in common.

Experiencing this, they were talking about the goddess of war, Morrigan.

There is more solemnity and piety that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

Obviously, there is a lot of truth to the saying that fear is the source of faith.

As some of the believers present were actually members of the special department, they began to pass on the information.

Macheng officials finally reacted by sending a large number of military and police to surround the entire block.

The believers present were all detained in the mansion where the Grand Commander was located.

And the little red-haired boy who was favored by Morrigan, the goddess of war.

He even ordered the Grand Commander to lead a team to visit the ward in person, and determined that he was the Holy Son of the Goddess to the Nicaea region!

He also said that he would meet with the boy's relatives immediately and make them naturalized Nicaea at all costs.