Beneath this huge pyramid-like man-made structure.

In that deep and mysterious cave, the original sacredness is now plated with a terrible layer of blood.

The bloody priest was still praying incessantly, as if the corpses all over the ground were the richest sacrifice to the Lord God Inute.

No devout believer should lift up the humble head until the end of the long prayer.

With great reverence, they prayed over and over again, hoping that the Lord God, who had incarnated as stone, would bestow those blessings on the believers who were in awe of him.

However, this sacrificial activity does not seem to have lasted as long as they had hoped.

Another legion of birdmen, shouting the name of the main god, burrowed into the temple that was already full of dead corpses

"O great Lord God, God Inut! Give us strength, please punish the enemy! ”

The sacrifice was interrupted, and the priest was furious.

The temple that already belongs to their clan will not tolerate anyone to invade again!

"God Inute! Please give us strength!! ”

The birdmen raised their heads from their prostrate state, and each of them was full of rage, vowing to take out all their anger on the intruders vying for the temple!

"Kill!!"

"Kill!!"

"Take back the temple! We, Rintor, are the favored people of the main god Inute! ”

……

The battle is on again.

And more legions are about to arrive at Zheng, a battlefield that has long been full of dead bodies

Again and again, they had to dedicate their lives to the holy place in their hearts, but they prayed to the Lord God Innut for their blessings.

Guo Sen suddenly felt that this gang of Rao was strong because of this powerful faith.

And perhaps their destruction will be caused by this faith.

This temple of Inuth, located at the bottom of the pyramid, may also become the center of contention among the various races in the future, becoming a whirlpool that will sweep and devour these bird-people into a vortex, frantically harvesting their lives, turning them into wisps of dead souls, gathering into a stronger resentment that cannot be released.

This resentment, called faith, is read as a curse.

And in the temple, the blood that continued to flow from the fallen corpses condensed into a pool, and this pool gradually spread into all corners of the cave.

In this pool of ominous blood, soaked in the dry bones that had fallen here many years ago;

also soaked in decaying, stenching corpses;

Still soaking, the believer who had just lost his soul and was praying fervently a few seconds ago.

Layers.

The sacred temple has been transformed into an ominous place where all life is cut off and harvested.

Even the egg-shaped stone, which was inlaid with precious stones, had a strange color.

The battle will go on forever.

Until, the bird-man tribes, for the sake of this temple, all the lives of the tribe are piled up here.

Guo Sen was not a theist when he was an earthling, and he did not have any beliefs.

This kind of thought, even if he was reborn as the will of the planet, he did not waver in any way.

Ever since he saw the lizardmen, the first intelligent race on the sphere, he has found that almost every race seems to believe in their own gods in his sphere over the past hundreds of years.

The lizardmen of the Land of the Lizards worship their god of wisdom;

The White Wolf Clan in the Land of Howling worshiped the heroic soul of the warriors of the former White Wolf Clan, and elevated it to Edmund, the god of war, and carried out the war spirit at that time to this day;

The black-haired ape man in the land of the mine mound, under the misfortune, has the stone fetus as a "god", and worships day and night;

And those dwarves who originally revered the stone fetus, the "god of the hills", after hundreds of years, were divided into those who stayed in the rock and those who hated. In the midst of that great battle, the Rock Settlers received their new god, Toru, the god of war;

The primitive people who have traveled all over the world are the primitive people who have traveled all over the world, and they revere the god of harvest who has never had a name.

Even the giants who live in the Land of Starfall have their own unique beliefs.

Guo Sen did not know whether the various races in this primitive civilization were afraid of nature, fearing powerful forces and incomprehensible things that they could not control at all. Transform these into gods, worship them, and put their own sustenance in them?

Or like the Lizard Rao God of Wisdom, the White Wolf Clan's God of War Edmund, the God of the Dwarf Hills, and the God of War Toru, who worship those who do the impossible, inherit their will, and carry it through the entire civilization?

Guo Sen could not understand how powerful the power of faith really was.

Nor could he understand how much influence this faith would have on these primitive civilizations.

But he understands, if these beliefs are too fanatical, they can turn into a powerful curse.

This curse will become a terrifying and deadly poison, devouring and poisoning these primitive people who do not understand nature and revere everything!

And the Birdman is obviously the best example.

Guo Sen suddenly regretted it.

If it was the White Wolf Clan or the Lizard Rao who occupied this continent in the first place, would they have been thrown into all corners by themselves, would the Rutz situation still happen?

It's absolutely possible to become an infinite number of tribes, but it shouldn't be possible to turn this temple into a place of death because of a fanaticism for the gods, right?

Faith brought these bird-people together and blessed their powerful power even more.

But after being divided into countless tribes, each of them thought that their own tribe was the special one to enjoy this blessing alone.

Guo Sen's original decision seems to have allowed the birdmen to indeed expand their population, but it also caused them to fall into the Zheng of Chaos

Seemingly, done wrong?

Guo Sen smiled bitterly in his heart.

He watched as the countless legions of the Bird-People representing various forces continued to annex the neighboring tribes, and saw that they were quickly defeated and lost after their victory

The land, which represented various colors, was constantly changing colors during these battles.

The birdmen are fighting, fighting.

In the roar, in the prayer.

In the bleeding, in the death.

They dedicate a hand to the gods in their hearts

Guo Sen suddenly felt again.

Even if he hadn't separated all the birdmen at the time, would it have ended up the same way?

The Birdman tribes gradually divide into more tribes after continuous population explosions, and these tribes will gradually divide into more tribes due to population growth.

The emergence of more and more tribes also means that more and more ideas are emerging.

Until a certain extent, they will eventually become countless tribes like now, all in order to get closer to the main god in their hearts, and turn the accumulated contradictions into killing and domination of their fellow tribes.

On this continent.

There is no understanding between people.

Even a momentary understanding is only the product of a compromise between one side.

As long as this paranoid fanatical belief does not change.