The sky of the plaster village was thunderous and thundering, lightning and lightning, and the huge coercion forced everyone in the village to crawl to the ground. Even if it is as noble as the main priest of Mursi, this will be a head close to the ground, and he will be able to support himself before Shenwei, struggling to support, and unable to take care of himself.

If the main priest is so unbearable, the other humans and goblins present are even worse. Those who can faint on the spot are lucky, and there are many who have collapsed under the pressure of their souls and become idiots.

It's terrifying that this divine might is so indiscriminate. It's just that it comes and goes quickly. Without waiting for Morsi to praise the greatness of the god of tyranny, Bane retreated in the wrestling and reclaimed his divine might.

Hundreds of bodies fell from the clearings of the stucco village, a mix of humans and goblins. When the chief priest felt that Shenwei was gone, and his chest was relaxed, the whole village was already dead silent, and even the burning bonfire became silent.

After a while, the priest realized that his ear was bleeding and he was temporarily deaf. He looked at the equally embarrassed goblin shaman, and the two big men faced the messy scene and smiled bitterly - I don't know if this blood sacrifice is a success or a failure?

The God of Tyranny has just been resurrected and rebuilt the kingdom of God. However, its strength has not returned to its full strength, and it cannot maintain its divine power for a long time in the battle with the mysterious black hand, so it can only give up on its own initiative.

But how can the majesty of the gods endure the forcible seizure of their sacrifices? Bane retracted his might and immediately confronted Morsi and Zur. Greyskin issued an oracle - to kill the blasphemer who disturbed the blood sacrifice, there must be revenge!

Get you back? Naturally, there is revenge.

Blasphemous spirits are to be stripped of their skin, their flesh to be tortured, their bones to be burned, and their souls to be tormented. Let him suffer endless pain in extreme despair.

The chief priest and the shaman were still stunned, but the blood pool suddenly exploded, and the old Xiusi, who had just entered the blood pool, came out of the blood mist. He was originally considered a subordinate of Morsi, but at the moment his image has changed drastically.

A black face is pitted, two-inch fangs are exposed outside the lips, and the big eyes are staring at the fierce eyes, and the rough fur is clearly a monster. He had a hideous face, a burly physique, and a large figure several times, and stood in front of Mursi, who had to look up.

"During the blood sacrifice, my lord told me his dissatisfaction with you. It commands me to command the Church in the Black Forest, and you must obey my orders now. "Old Xius was like a demon at the moment, with an unquestionable commanding tone.

Behind Old Xius, the dozens of men who followed him also changed their appearances greatly, all with red eyes, demonized skin and flesh, covered in bone armor. His expression was full of fanaticism to fight to the death, completely devoid of reason and humanity.

Mursi could sense the dark power of Old Xius's body that fluctuated like a tidal wave, and his heart was worried. Bane was indeed angry, and in order to take revenge on the blasphemers, Old Hughes and his men were reformed and strengthened by the god of tyranny.

This transformation seems to be at the cost of consuming lives, and the old Xiusi and his gang are afraid that they will not live for half a month. But within half a month, their inhuman existence was the strongest force in the Black Forest-Mursi could only bow his head slightly, indicating his obedience.

"I ought to obey the commandments of my lord. Excellency Theseus, I wonder how we are going to investigate the mysterious black hand who has just blasphemed our Lord? Naturally, Morsi threw the problem to the newly powerful old Hughes.

"My lord has made it clear that the blasphemer is the leader of the resistance forces in the Rat Village, one named Victor. Hugo's guys. We will kill it directly tomorrow, as long as we raze that village, all problems will be solved. ”

Old Hughes's tone was violent, simple and crude, but also crisp and neat. His eyes were already red as blood, with a devouring fierce light.

Mursi naturally did not object, but he secretly muttered in his heart: "Fools can guess that this matter has something to do with the 'coalition forces' in the Black Forest." But a blasphemous person who dares to run to the scene of the blood sacrifice and directly grab the food from the tiger's mouth......"

The Lord Priest and the Goblin Shaman looked at each other, and there was a tacit understanding in their hearts that the improvised human force was not at all the same as we expected. For this kind of enemy whose details are unknown, it is better to let others test and tempt.

The god of tyranny, Thunder, was furious and issued an oracle to retaliate. Zhou Qingfeng, who caused all this, was still in a deep sleep. He took a risk, trying to save poor Sophia. But he didn't succeed completely.

Zhou Qingfeng can provide Sophia with food and clothing and other entities, but he can't pull external entities into his information network, and it is the little girl's soul that is taken away.

But no matter how hard Zhou Qingfeng tried his best, he couldn't directly confront a god. Unless the gods felt that it was too much to gain by descending the divine power just to grab a weak soul, they took the initiative to give up the fight.

Zhou Qingfeng's persistence in exchange for Sophia's weak soul appeared in his information network, or entered his mind. The little girl was still unkempt, her thin body still trembling and panicking.

"Don't be afraid, I'm Victor, the Victor who brought you food." Zhou Qingfeng squatted down and faced the little girl, "I'm sorry I couldn't save your life." I'm really sorry that my promise fell through. ”

The little girl was trembling for a long time, unable to speak. She is not really as indifferent as she was before she died, and she is not really meaningless life and death. It was just the helplessness of facing the powerful when he was too weak, and it was the pain of extreme fear.

But when she had a choice, she still wanted to live.

Zhou Qingfeng revealed his identity and coaxed softly for a long time. Sophia relaxed and burst into tears. But she is now in a state of soul, and the crying can only be heard by Zhou Qingfeng, and the tears flowing out are just virtual.

"Victor, what is this place? Am I still alive? Sophia asked pitifully. She touched her neck, and the knife that cut her neck before she died was a shadow for her life.

"I can't describe your current state either. You lose your body, only your soul remains. Where you are is the space in my mind. And I'm really just an ordinary person who can't do much ....... ”

Zhou Qingfeng roughly described the concept of his information network, and the little girl naturally didn't understand it. But she soon stopped crying, but accepted her current situation, and said weakly at most, "Victor, you will take me in, right?" ”

"Yes."

"Then will I still starve and freeze in the future?"

"The state of the soul, it seems that there is no need for this."

"Ah......, that's a good thing. I've always wished I could never be hungry and cold, and now my wish has come true. ”

The little girl was a little delighted, grinning wryly. Zhou Qingfeng was panicked, he stretched out his hand and gently touched Sophia's hair, and the originally dirty messy hair became bright and soft under the control of his mind.

"Is this magic?" Sophia was still a little scared, but a little curious.

"No, you're in my head, I can decide what you look like." Zhou Qingfeng stretched out his hand and stroked the little girl's face. The emaciated face stained with mud became a little cleaner.

Soon, the rotten clothes turned into simple dresses, the bare little feet put on shoes, the black fingers were much cleaner, and the dirt between the fingers disappeared.

It's like a normal little girl.

But it's not good enough...... no matter how hard Zhou Qingfeng tries, he can't make the little girl happy.

"It's amazing." Sophia was surprised by her change, she tugged at the corner of her dress, stepped on her beautiful new shoes, and weakly thanked her, "Thank you, Victor, I like it very much." It's the best I've ever worn. ”

The little girl was happy, hugged Zhou Qingfeng's face and kissed it, shy and shy, "Victor, you are really a good person." I'd love to repay you if I could. ”

Zhou Qingfeng just smiled bitterly, but his heart was actually sour. He doesn't need the little girl's repayment, he just needs the other party to live well, but this request is too extravagant.

As a soul, the little girl may be able to coexist with Zhou Qingfeng, but she will never grow up again.

Sophia cautiously showed her changes, and after a while, she noticed the countless information flows in Zhou Qingfeng's information network space. She asked curiously, "What are these?" ”

"It's a prayer in the Black Forest." Zhou Qingfeng roughly described the concept of information flow, "Most of them are poor. They live in pain and always hope for help.

In the name of the Light, I contact these people, comfort them, guide them, and gather information. This information may seem inconspicuous, but it's actually valuable. But now there are so many information streams that I can't handle them all. ”

"Really?" Sophia looked at the links of different colors, although she didn't understand any information flow, she was curious to reach out and touch a red information flow.

After a moment, the little girl shouted happily, "Victor, I can also listen to this information flow." They do tell a lot of things, and maybe I can help you. I'd love to do these things.

Please, allow me to do something for you. I know I'm just a kid and I'm sure I won't please you. If I don't understand, please teach me. If I don't do a good job, you can punish me. I'm going to work very hard, please give me a chance. ”

Faced with this poor request, Uncle Zhou was a little unsure of how to respond - should I recruit a child laborer who does not cost money to do 24-hour customer service? Wouldn't that be too much?