Yu Qian stood in place, turned his head, looked at the firelight coming out of the mountain not far away, and the many sundries that came from the firelight, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "Shelling the divine servant, well, tasteful." ”

With a slight tap of his right foot on the ground, the whole person flashed forward hundreds of meters away at an abrupt speed that was almost like spatial teleportation.

Naturally, all the shelling failed, and just as the team was directing his brothers to raise their muskets and prepare to shoot, three bolts of lightning suddenly slashed down from the cloudless clear sky. The three guns in the center are still cleaning their chambers and preparing to reload their bronze cannons.

The cannon was struck by lightning almost as thick as a hundred-year-old tree, and melted into a puddle of liquid metal with a dazzling glow.

The gunner, who was cleaning the chamber of the gun, was also struck by lightning, and instantly turned into a piece of humanoid black charcoal with no facial features. The molten copper, which melted into a liquid state, exploded when it came into contact with the wet cloth that cleaned the chamber of the gun. Sparks flew in all directions, and the nearest gunners around the guns were burned to expose the bones beneath their skin, and the artillery position farthest away from the team was even more unlucky—splashes of copper water splashed onto the powder kegs with lids open. Under the action of high temperatures, the granular gunpowder in the powder keg exploded more violently. When the smoke of gunfire gradually cleared, there was not even a single living person on the shelling position where the ammunition had been detonated.

It is a great sin to attack a servant of God. But the specific consequences that the blasphemer needs to bear are determined by the identity of the blasphemer himself. Generally speaking, if a believer in the god of medicine attacks the god of death, then they only need to die after the god servant's counterattack and accept the judgment of the god of death. After all, the teachings of the blasphemers are in direct conflict with the Grim Reaper, and they are not considered to have much subjective malice. If he survives, then no one will bother him.

And if a believer in the god of medicine attacks an unrelated god servant, such as a god servant of the god of light. Then, at the moment of the attack, both the Church of the God of Light and the Church of the God of Medicine will receive a detailed report of the record. If they die in the counterattack of the Servants, the Temple of Death will cast them directly into the Great Scorched Hell of the most painful in Hell. And endure 335 million years of torment. And if the blasphemer survives, then there will be more catastrophes to come. It can be earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, mudslides, tornadoes, collapsed trees, herds of mammoths running wildly. In short, there will be an unexpected arrival that will kill the blasphemer, and then the temple of death will receive the blasphemer's soul. He was then thrown into the Great Scorching Hell to be sentenced to two 335 million years.

The harshest punishment only occurs when a believer or a believer attacks a representative of his deity. For example, a believer in the god of medicine slapped the loud talking dragonfly. Then a huge lightning bolt will be struck from the sky, and any living creature will be stripped of its soul directly after touching the lightning. That soul will be treated as the possession of the attacked servant and will be used by the other party.

If they hadn't rebelled out of the barracks, these gunners might not have encountered any trouble - Yu Qian didn't actually plan to fight back, and as professional soldiers, the god of war they believed in, Ares, did have a doctrinal conflict with Shen Xi. An upright, loyal soldier should indeed be a direct hostile relationship to criminals, thugs, fraudsters.

However, the stomach problem is more important, and the bandits of Xiaocangshan, who have been cut off from supplies, rebelled and came out, and they naturally lost their qualifications to believe in Ares. Instead, he became a criminal. This makes them "believers" who are supposed to believe but have not yet believed.

Being a believer is not an inconvenience in everyday life—unless you are constantly thinking about attacking the patron saint of your profession.

However, this unfortunate situation happened here and now. Even Yu Qian didn't expect such a big battle, he originally thought that there would only be three Heavenly Punishment Lightning. Unexpectedly, after the lightning, there was also an ammunition explosion on the position. The huge and unforeseen shock wave shook Yu Qian's body a little.

After the shockwave, the team was looking at their comrades who did not know whether they were alive or dead in the distance, and the strange priest in front of him was a little closer to the position, gritted his teeth sharply, and shouted, "Withdraw!"

At the same time as shouting these words, the team pulled out a long knife from his waist, crossed the small mound in front of him, and rushed towards Yu Qian!

What was the team thinking at the last moment of his life, and what kind of mental activity did he choose to charge and swing his sword at the enemy that was impossible to defeat, outsiders don't know. It's just that the moment the team's waist knife touched Yu Qian's python robe, a purple-red lightning fell from the sky, blowing up the dark-skinned man into a wisp of green smoke, and there was not even dust left.

Green smoke brushed past Yu Qian's face, and in Yu Qian's hand, there was an extra black bead, as if it was an all-black glass ball, but the volume was only a quarter of the size of the glass bead that he usually used to play checkers. The glass spheres are smooth and round. If you look closely, you can see a puff of white smoke moving up and down the black beads. Occasionally, the smoke and dust would gather close to the outermost part of the glass bead, forming a human face, which was exactly the face of the team. It's just that the face looks very painful, and the mouth grows as if it's about to tear itself apart.

As bandits, the bandits in Xiaocangshan are simply too elite. From the order given by the commander to the time when everyone chose a different direction to break through, it only took less than three seconds. Although the team was jointly elected by everyone, although the team is presiding over the team's daily work and training, it has only been more than a week. But everyone was still very convinced that this young man was in charge. When they saw that the team was ordering to retreat, the other brothers didn't want to draw their knives together and walk side by side, but the military order was like a mountain, and when they reacted that they should fight to the death with the team until they died, they had already dispersed and ran out hundreds of meters away.

"Ah!! fight with him!" finally someone reacted to what was happening. After letting out an unpleasant howl, the battalion commander of the firearms battalion stopped, took off a fist-thick cannon from his back with red eyes, and regardless of the huge recoil force that might break his shoulder directly when firing the cannon, he lit the fuse and ran towards Yu Qian while holding the cannon.

"Boom!" the two loud noises almost merged into one. The moment he raised the cannon and fired, another purple lightning bolt slashed down, and Yu Qian was still unharmed by his cheating posture. It's just that there is another black glass bead in his hand.

As the disobedience to the military order stopped fleeing, there were more and more bandits in Xiaocangshan who sacrificed their lives to kill Yu Qian, and the thunder gradually changed from one or two alone to a rapid drum sound. Later, the gap between the thunderbolts was so shortened that they couldn't even hear the pause, and the knights of the principality who were guarding the convoy in the distance could only see a dazzling purple pillar of thunder spreading over the mountain. The towering tree hugged by the five people was swept away by the thunder, and the trunk was blown into white silk wool. Thick smoke and wildfires began to fill, and dazzling lightning kept on the ground to stop the attack of the bandits in Xiaocangshan. But it was obviously a terrifying scene, but none of the bandits turned around and fled. Every bandit who died under the punishment of heaven was facing Yu Qian head-on, raising the weapon in his hand with all his might.

After about twenty minutes, the thunder stopped abruptly. Yu Qian's jade wat board was thrown to the ground by him at some point, and the white mutton fat jade was stained with a lot of soil. The red mud stained the jade wat with traces and looked like bloodstains. Yu Qian's hands were firmly held in front of his chest, and in the palms of his hands were 1,146 black glass beads with white smoke.

Half of the bandits in Xiaocangshan have been wiped out here.

The black glass beads were piled up into a hill, and lying on top was the first glass bead that Yu Qian got his hands on.

The team trapped in the glass beads was constantly moving up and down, looking at Yu Qian viciously through the glass, constantly retreating, and then slamming into the beads with all their might. Each time the condensed human face was knocked away, the white smoke and dust looked lighter. And he was a little slower to collide. But the team had no intention of stopping, he still hit the glass ball with all his strength again and again, and then was scattered again and again into smoke. It didn't take long for the white soot to fade to the point where it was barely noticeable to the naked eye.

Yu Qian looked at the changes in the glass beads, and the expression on his face was always flat. But he laughed at himself, "Now I have become an evil demon king." ”

What is preserved in the glass beads is naturally the soul of the blasphemer. The souls of blasphemers trapped in glass beads are of high value, and trainee gods often need to use their souls to study new magic and miracles. At the same time, the observation of the soul is also the most direct means of studying the changes in faith. It's just that according to the rules of the Temple of the Gods, mortal souls can only be taken over by the Temple of Death. After the trial and execution, they are sent back to the human realm and become the soul of a new creature.

In straightforward terms, mortal souls are not something that ordinary trainee gods can do their hands on, and their cycles keep the world running. The total number of souls in the world is growing very slowly, but the birth of intelligent beings is very fast. If the Temple of Death does not control the soul, but allows it to wander and dissipate in the world, I am afraid that it will not be long before the newborn born in each world will become a soulless walking corpse.

Under these harsh conditions, the souls of those who have been directly annihilated by the thunder of heaven because of blasphemy will be fixed in a glass ball and turned into the offended servants of the gods or the personal belongings of the gods. These souls are not fundamentally different from those that die normally, and they can still be used as extremely valuable test subjects.