Chapter 135: Continuing to Flicker (1st Update)
The corners of Rogers' eyebrows twitched slightly.
He was physically weak, and he might have to gasp for breath when he ran a hundred meters, but he was still a little impulsive and wanted to smoke this guy.
At the end of the day, it's about the deep-rooted faith.
60% of the people in Laomei are religious, and the most powerful of them is Christianity, with about 72 million followers.
Otherwise, the mantra of President Mao Meidi is: "God doesn't kill you, count me as losing." Oh, get it wrong, it's supposed to be "God-bless-you!" "That's right.
As a Christian, Rogers had a natural resistance to other denominations. The doctrine of Christianity is exclusive, and basically the core is that everyone except Jesus is a false god.
Rogers is an orphan, but he has a good upbringing. He rejects other sects in his heart, but at least maintains a minimum of respect.
Rogers shook his head, "Thanks, I don't need it." β
Unexpectedly, the other party's next sentence rearoused his interest: "No, no, sir, you may be a little misunderstood, the Silver Holy Sect is just our internal statement, in fact, we are also affiliated with the great Jesus." β
"Hmm, Protestant, Catholic, Orthodox?" asked Rogers.
Christianity is actually a general term, and the division of the three major schools within it is absolutely clear. If you don't say well, you're the enemy.
It's like if you shout long live England in Scotland and you're beaten half to death by the Scots in a minute.
If the three schools of Christ make a mistake, they may not be killed, but whether they can gain the trust of the other party depends on what your school is.
Originally, Christ was a single denomination, but with the split of the Holy Roman Empire in Europe in 1054 into the Eastern and Western Roman Empires, the clergy was also divided. Hundreds of bishops and popes on each side of the party, after cordially greeting each other's ancestors for eighteen generations, announced to each other that they were excommunicated.
Then the Eastern Roman bunch called themselves the orthodoxy of the East, which was the Orthodox Church.
On the Western Roman side was Roman Orthodoxy, which later became commonly known as Catholicism.
Later, in the 16th century, there was a Protestant Church that refused to recognize the Pope as God's spokesman and did not bow to the Holy See. Because in order to collect money, the Holy See wantonly sold the [Book of Atonement] that could redeem souls by giving money.
Protestantism is subdivided into Lutheranism, Calvinism, and the Anglican Church specially established by King Henry VIII of England to facilitate his constant killing of wives and marrying wives because of different doctrines.
Between various sects, the enmity over the millennium is enough to write 10 million words.
At this time, the attempt to fool Rogers in the New Year is, of course, the Mei Festival that has rolled here by going back in time. When Rogers asked rhetorically, the young lady helped Mei pop up a lot of information, and Mei Jiecao was blindsided on the spot.
it!
If you get the wrong faction, wouldn't it be impossible to fool around?
Instead of answering directly, the salesman changed his phrase: "Have you heard of the Knights Templar, the Knights Hospitaller, and the Teutonic Knights?"
"Of course I did, but ......"
"The Knights of the Silver Hand are actually the fourth largest order. It's just that the scope of its responsibility is not the shallow civil war of mankind, but the grander goal, against a more formidable enemy. β
"Uh, you mean ......"
"Take a step to speak. Mei Jiecao dragged and dragged Rogers into a back alley in a few clicks: "Do you think the mythical monster really exists?"
"Of course not!" replied Rogers instinctively.
"No, you're wrong, a lot of mythological things are true. It's just that these monsters are now undetectable by mainstream society. Scientists don't have the real evidence yet. For example, in Northern Europe, the Aesir god clan where the famous thunder god Thor is located, they really exist. Of course, we earthlings can call them aliens. β
Rogers listened and wanted to hit someone, but he was rejected by the recruiting office, and he was in a bad mood enough to listen to this mysterious person's nonsense: "Sorry, sir, I have something to do, I have to leave." β
"I'll show you nowβthe proof!" Suddenly, Umemumu raised his hand, and a beam of azure light shot from his glowing palm into Rogers' brain, invading his spiritual sea wantonly.
"You ......"
Suddenly, the world swirled, and Rogers found that everything in front of his eyes had changed dramatically.
He found that his field of vision was suddenly raised to a thousand meters in the air, and the feeling of sitting on an airplane and looking down from a high altitude made him subconsciously try to wave his arms to maintain his balance.
He touched the void.
He couldn't control himself.
I can only watch the scene below:
That's - the tide that is rapidly covering the whole land, the green tide!
How?
Was it a flood?
Steve Rogers has not yet reacted in the first place.
It's like a long shot in a movie, first giving a huge vista and then immediately letting him see the true face of those tides.
It was hundreds of thousands, burly, green-skinned demihumans. Approximately eight feet (2.43 meters) tall, a 'monster' with extremely muscular limbs and long fangs protruding from its mouth!
They are like the most fearsome marching ants in the forest, spreading all over the mountains and across the vast land.
From the farthest undulating mountain line to the nearest river, there are so many of them that even if Steve is 'in' high in the air, he needs to turn his neck hard and change his vision to barely see the hundreds of thousands of green-skinned half-men.
They are more numerous and more terrible than locusts.
In front of a large castle, thousands of human soldiers dressed in medieval armor were crushed by a single charge. When entangled in the melee, the greenskins, though crudely equipped, many of them were wooden sticks made from tree trunks, easily overwhelmed the crowd with their more terrifying physique and furious strength.
It was a one-sided killing.
The heavy hammer blow easily shattered the human man's iron-clad wooden shield, in the face of that inhuman force. A six-foot man is as fragile as a baby. Steve's eyes were quite strong human arms, like matchsticks, easily broken by the extremely strong impact.
The solid armor could not withstand the most primitive impact, and the body wrapped in the armor was crushed into biscuits along with the armor.
The counterattack of the human swords, guns, swords, and halberds also caused a certain amount of damage to these guys, but unfortunately there are too few humans.
The medieval-style human buildings are vulnerable to this group of green-skinned monsters. They used large sticks to forcibly blast more than half a ton of bricks, which in turn caused the collapse.
It was such an unreasonable green tide that destroyed one town after another, and all soldiers, women and children, were brutally tortured and killed.
Seeing this, Steve couldn't help but ask himself, is there anyone else in this world who can stop such a terrifying tide of monsters?
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ps, the author has knelt down with a heavy cold, don't worry about adding more......