At the center of the plane of Fulera is a mountain that has been cut in half, and there is only one conspicuous and grand extravagant building in the huge cross-section of the entire lush peak, which is a huge church built entirely of fine ashlar stone, ten times larger than the average kingdom palace and the high position of the peak is enough to prove the high status of this church in such a small plane, and the solemn religious atmosphere and the insignia of the gods all over the ornate ornaments are enough to prove how devout the believers in this church are。

If he passes through a formal divine barrier, the curious and believing believer can enter the interior of the church, and he will find that the inside of this ornate religious building is even more majestic than the outside.

The interior of the church is full of tranquility and piety, in the light refracted by the stained glass and the light of hundreds of candles, the solemn atmosphere transformed by the ancient precipitation of time lingers all around, the spacious and tall hall and the dark gold ceiling reflect each other, every decorative detail is full of artistic atmosphere, all reflect the wealth of the "gods". The decorative counters in the church display the art of the "true gods", and the collection is most dazzling with exquisite gold objects, and the priests and apprentices in the sacrificial robes of the sacred ships talk quietly in the church, walking quietly, and infecting each other with a pious atmosphere and mentality.

At this moment, at the end of the corridor of the church, a group of fanatical priests are praying under the leadership of a young beautiful female priest, and their target is a statue of a majestic man more than ten meters tall, wearing armor and holding a long sword.

After a series of elaborate ritual gestures to express his faith, the beautiful official priest folded his hands together and recited the pious prayer psalm in an ethereal voice:

"O great god of hurricanes, rainstorms, and frosts, your radiance has dimmed the stars.

O great thunderstorm dragon hunter, your power runs through the wind.

You are the supreme deity, the one of the one, the eternal of eternity.

Your unscrupulous means are as natural as humans should eat lambs.

Your order must not be violated, just as the sun must rise and set every day.

We praise you from the bottom of our hearts, and we hope that the transmission of faith will continue smoothly, and that the figure of heresy will not be hidden, year after year, day after day, as always, and will not change ............ eternal"

The words of piety were slowly passed through the lips of the beautiful priestess like songs, and as if a spring was flowing on the moss, and it was not difficult to see that her faith was as devout as her words, and that the beautiful longing in her heart was as much integrated into prayer as her piety.

"It's been a long time since heresy appeared, and almost everyone in the entire plane of Fulaira has become a believer in the great true God, although since the doctrinal revision 30,000 years ago, the transmission of the true god's faith has slowed down a lot, but with the efforts of many companions, the glory of the hurricane has finally spread to every inch of Fulira"!

After reciting the psalm, the priestess with a fanatical look in her eyes couldn't help but look up at the statue that radiated a pale white glow and muttered to herself.

As far as she knew, the missionaries of the "Hurricane God Cult" who settled in the Fulaira plane 30,000 years ago still followed that ancient set of doctrines, blood sacrifices, massacres, and torture were the main methods of transmission during that time, because the entire barren Fulaira plane had very few full-level professionals, so the Hurricane God Cult backed by the "true god" had spread its faith rapidly with all kinds of iron-blooded means.

However, just over 25,000 years ago, the hurricane god Atdylan suddenly issued an oracle at the height of his faith, replacing the original tenets with revised doctrines, and almost completely erasing a large number of bloody and evil religious contents, replacing them with a slow missionary strategy that focused on order and "peace".

In this way, the transmission of faith slowed down suddenly, and the "Hurricane Cult" that once caused a bloody storm has now turned into an order-abiding sect that is almost neutral!

The priestess did not know why the great gods made such a decision, she only knew that "God is doing the right thing" and that "she must obey the oracles", which is also an important idea of the Hurricane God Cult that has been passed down for more than 20,000 years.

Fortunately, despite the loss of blood and violence, the transmission of faith is still extremely rapid in such a small plane where no other religion or powerful force exists, and now the Hurricane Cult has long since become the common faith of almost all intelligent beings in Fulira, and as the presiding priest of this year, the priestess has been enjoying a peaceful life of peace and piety.

It seems that this is not a bad thing, and the companions will feel the splendor of the gods together, thank the great and true God for their grace, and interpret the vast and profound ancient texts together............ I guess the transformation of the great gods should be a good transformation."

Sincerely bowed her head to kiss the ground around the statue, and the priestess's peaceful smile looked very elegant.

Today, the Hurricane Cult is enjoying order and peace, and since then, the once evil religious organization has been transformed, with blood and carnage replaced by a peaceful life and a shared faith, and the rule of order has become the cornerstone of the prosperity of the Folaira plane

Although none of the believers knew why their gods had suddenly changed so drastically, and none of the priests knew............ Their so-called "quiet life" is nothing more than a castle on the beach – a push and a fall.

However, on such a warm afternoon caress by the afternoon sun, the huge waves have already taken aim at the fragile sand............

"Boom"

The priestess who closed her eyes and felt the "glory of God" had just raised her head, and a loud noise like a thunderous roar came without warning, only to see that the magnificent and gorgeous church lost half of its volume in an instant in the midst of the shaking of the mountain, and the statue of Atdylan also fell to the ground with violent tremors, and large pieces of masonry and stone were scattered everywhere like bullets, and many ordinary nuns who were not professionals were shattered like fragile puppets in the first wave of impact.

A catastrophe that would shatter the peace of the entire plane has arrived.

"What......? What the hell is going on...... What kind of madman dares to defile the great god of hurricanes"!

Jumping like a rabbit that had been stepped on by its tail, the priestess used her magic to hold on to the statue of the god that was about to fall in the first place, even if she was covered in dust.

For a fanatical believer, not to mention the death of a nun or the mutilation of an apprentice, her own life is far less important than the cleanliness of the statues of the gods, and she must ensure that the symbols of her faith are spotless before she can find out what is happening.