At this time, the entire emperor went through the toss of the seven original sins, and only one-tenth of the people were harmed by the original sin to varying degrees:

Or missing arms and legs, or planting flowers on the top of the head, or muscle strain and cramps all over the body...... More people were actually injured by the crowd pushing and shoving in the chaos, but fortunately, this is a world with extraordinary powers, and everyone is within the scope of the [Kingdom of God], even if they want to die, it is not an easy thing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

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Sometimes, there is no clear substance, there is no suitable person to lead, and no matter how many believers put it there, it will be a plate of scattered sand.

But once someone can condense the loose sand, then they can often do something that changes the world.

With Lancer as the backbone, the rest of the people immediately gathered like a drowning man grabbing a rescue rope, and the first step of the power of faith to guide [Gathering] was perfectly achieved.

The power of faith, which was chaotic and disorderly before, found its target in an instant, and gathered on Lancer, and then provided it to Edison with Lancer as a filter.

This is the second part of the [Purification] guided by the power of faith.

Don't underestimate such a filter, if the quality of a power of faith was 1 before, then after filtering, the same power of faith becomes at least 2.

This also explains why in religious beliefs, believers always find a time to gather in the same place, and then a professional clergy guide everyone to pray together.

And there are 10 million sober people in the imperial capital at this time, and on this basis, 1 to 2 is a remarkable number.

Five minutes later, with Lancer's speech, everyone basically understood the form, and began to follow Lancer's guidance, no longer thinking nonsense, but as much as possible gathered in the vicinity of some iconic announcement places and buildings in the imperial capital, put down all psychological baggage, and sincerely closed their eyes and prayed.

For a time, the power of faith poured like a river into the sea, drowning Edison's soul.

Stimulated by this, Edison did not panic, but his soul became more and more majestic and dignified under the impact.

At the same time, he took a small portion and gave it back to the injured believers, so that they would not be burdened by physical pain when they prayed.

The other part was methodically transmitted to the "God of Natural Contradictions" in the cracks of the world through the divine contract.

The last small part was used by him as a buffer, reducing the activation rate of the elements in the [Divine Kingdom], and instead condensing more elements into the grand scene of the Heavenly Palace Fairyland.

The raging river of faith is divided into three here, and the thickest one of them turns into a visible pillar of light, rushing straight into the cracks of the world.

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In the gap of the world, without the concept of distance time, through the chaotic turbulence of time and space, five legends and a "god of natural contradictions", Epicurus, are trying to pull the small world.

Strictly speaking, in fact, only three-quarters of the small world at this time fell into the space-time storm, and a quarter was still fixed on the [dimensional anchor] of the big world because of the timely handling, which gave a few people room for rescue, otherwise this small world would have been lost a long time ago.

And as the world passed, the other 5 legends felt tired, but only "He", although he was also tired, felt more and more comfortable dealing with everything in front of him.

The new priesthood has Edison behind the motivation, and there is the world and the conflict of the world in front of you as a template.

This is like a novice driver on the road, with a car, fuel, and a road, so that equipment, practice and theory have been truly and fully combined.

I have to say that this time, "He" has picked a good priesthood, and as soon as he becomes a god, he can encounter the opportunity to adjust the rejection and attachment contradictions between the big world and the subordinate small world, which is undoubtedly of great benefit to "Him" in adapting to the priesthood.

"Perhaps...... Should...... In this way......" muttered a short sentence that he didn't understand, and the floating fortress that had been infiltrated by "Him" with the power of faith instantly turned into a round and slippery ball of plants, and there were constantly tenacious vines on this ball that followed the rhythm of the turbulence of time and space, clinging to the barriers of the small world, and taking deep roots.

It's just that most of the vines are not blocked or cut by the power of space.

It's withered by the power of time.

But as His proficiency increased, this gradually reversed.

Originally, many times, the vines grew for a long time, and every time they approached the small world barrier, they would find that there was a spatial barrier or spatial crack, which could only make the vine return in vain and give up halfway.

But now, sometimes the vine just poked out a little bit, and it happened to be stuck in a spatial wormhole, smoothly clinging to the outside of the small world, and the seemingly manic tide of space became "him's" powerful seeding machine.

Originally, after climbing, the vine would find itself either in a place where the flow of time was relatively slow, and the energy would take a long time to pass over, and the vine would not be able to take root, or it would encounter a situation where the flow of time was too fast and withered before it took root.

Now, there is no need for too much energy to catalyze, "He" only needs to take a ride into the small world, just a wave of time watering, and the whole vine will take root on its own, and there is no need for "He" to consume too much of his own strength to catalyze; the incomparably chaotic wave of time has become the best catalyst for "Him".

This kind of change naturally fell into the eyes of the other five legends, and in surprise, they also secretly tried to learn some of these tricks, and in less than a quarter of an hour, although they were not as comfortable as "him", they were also a lot more relaxed.

It's just that when they have a little time to spare, they have to think about what you are going to do to "Him" afterwards, although this "God" seems to have helped them a lot so far.

What kind of status is it to be under the control of the Empire...... A series of questions really made a group of legends unwilling to think about it, and they had to think about it.

For a while, the five of them gathered a little, the fields intersected, and another round of thinking exchange and collision began, at this time they hoped that the small world would be pulled back more slowly, and they would have more time to discuss.

However, "Epicurus" did not think so at all, once he became a god, his original lost emotions were slowly recovering, and the surging feeling returned to his numb soul, "he" eyes became brighter and brighter, and his perception continued to extend outward, and even felt that he was omnipotent.

Suddenly, "Him" stared at him, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face, and beyond the small world, "He" saw the existence of the nearest world.

There, too, there was a man who looked ninety percent like Eddie, looking at "Him" with interest.

Seeing "Epicurus" look at him, the man smiled at "Him" with a good-natured look, and then said with a lip sync: "Good job, I take care of you!" (To be continued.) )