The villagers were skeptical, but the death of the ancestral god was seen with their own eyes, and it was torn to pieces by the hostile gods. Moreover, the resurrection of the gods from the dead has never been heard of.

Although he had doubts in his heart, because of the prestige of the old village chief, and because the magic was indeed used, no one dared to refute it face to face for a while.

More than 100 people, old and young, acted together, and soon a simple altar was set up in the center of the village.

Led by the old village chief, everyone fell to their knees and followed the prayers. At first, the voice was a little low, and the prayers were uneven, but after reciting them twice, they gradually became unified.

The Book of Destiny vibrated slightly, and more than a hundred white silk threads were linked to the pages, some thick and some thin, the thickest of which was no thicker than a finger, and some of them were mixed. Most threads of faith are the size of a needle and thread, looming and not strong.

Lei Ming glanced at it, and a smile appeared on his face, perhaps because of the belief foundation of the ancestral spirit, these villagers are at least pan-believers, and a few are true believers.

Of course, except for the old village chief, perhaps the older he gets, the more stubborn he becomes, even if he sees the power of the divine arts, except for a little wavering at first, he quickly stabilizes and is the only staunch pseudo-believer.

Even so, if the contribution is big enough, when Thunder is officially canonized, the soul will still ascend to the kingdom of God after death, and the gods are set up for these people.

Lei Ming selected a few true believers and gave them divine magic.

The golden light flashed, the sky fell, the elves danced, everything was beautiful, and as the golden light sank into the heads of several people, the vision disappeared.

"A miracle, this is a real miracle!" the old village chief suddenly stood in unison, looking up to the sky and shouting wildly.

At the altar, the villagers were stunned for a moment, and then reacted, and the sound of prayer became louder and louder. In particular, a few true believers who had given divine magic used their magic to wilt large areas of trees, and the villagers had a hint of fanaticism on their faces. Everyone looked pious. For the sake of magic, some people even took the initiative to hypnotize themselves.

The Xinyang thread connected to the Book of Destiny was thick and stared at for a few minutes, and in just a few moments, one-third of the villagers became true believers. More believers than in nearly half a year of transmission in the original plane.

Anyone who becomes a true believer, Lei Ming has all been endowed with divine arts, and they are basically level 1-2, one level lower than the village chief, which is also to distinguish status. When he becomes a demigod, he can be given up to a fifth-level divine skill. At that time, believers will improve when they obtain divine magic.

In just three days, more than 100 villagers, most of whom became true believers.

As the number of believers increased, the power of faith converged, and the red energy symbol began to grow at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Himir, the time is ripe, go ahead, defeat Morit's tribe and bring the population back. Lei Ming sat upright in his chair, his eyebrows opening and closing. Pale golden light shimmers.

"Your will is where I go. Himir bowed respectfully, then got up and walked out of the house in good spirits, and stood in front of the altar, looking at the village soldiers who were ready to go. He said loudly: "I thought that I had received the oracle of the god of fate, and the Morit tribe believed in false gods, so I should ask for it and set off." ”

More than fifty soldiers in rattan armor. Surrounded by the old village chief, he hurried towards the Morit tribe. Along the way, only the friction of rattan armor and grass and trees was heard. The team was extremely quiet, just burying their heads in the road.

Between the two peaks, there is a village, mostly thatched houses, with only a few stone houses, nearly twice the size of the Himir village.

As soon as the team approached, they were spotted by the patrolling guards, and with a terrible roar, Morit led 200 militiamen to come out, glanced at the team, and sneered: "Himer, you're not here to surrender?"

"The Moritt tribe, believing in false gods, oracles crusade, attack. Without even saying a word, Himir gave the order directly.

More than fifty tribal militiamen, after praying quickly, raised their hands a little, and a ball of light with the mouth of the bowl shot out and blasted towards the militia led by Morit.

The screams were endless, and the Morit tribesmen were caught off guard and suffered a big loss, and the ball of light exploded on their bodies, killing and wounding half of them in just one attack.

The rest of the men let out a cry of surprise, instinctively taking two steps back, clenching their weapons and looking at Simir's group in horror.

"How is it possible, this is the ancestral god's means of attack, how can you have it? And so many people can use it. Moritt was furious, and there was a hint of fear on her face.

He covered his chest, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, most of the attacks just now were aimed at him, Rao is physique is special, dodged in time, and was also seriously injured.

"This is a divine spell given by the great god of fate, I said earlier that we believe in the true God, and you believe in the false God. Surrender, Morriet, if you convert, God will forgive you. Himir reverently persuaded.

"Surrender may be considered, I want to believe it, dream. Moritt wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, stood up straight with the pain, and forcefully refused.

"In that case, you should die!" Himir sighed regretfully, a smile crossing his lips. The messenger of the true God, one of them is enough. "Attack. ”

More than fifty balls of light burst down, and Moritt slashed a dozen with her sword, and the rest of the balls of light all hit her body. With a thunderous explosion, the bones were gone.

"We surrender, we are willing to believe in the great god of destiny, spare our lives!" most of the militia fell to their knees, praying loudly. Only a very small number of devout believers still stand still and refuse to bow their heads.

"Whoever dares to attack the people of Moses, I will kill you. With a thunderclap-like roar, people's ears buzzed, and a tall figure flew out of the middle of the village, raised his hand a little, and countless plants and trees grew into towering trees in the blink of an eye, winding around Himir and the others.

"Hey, the Golden Knight with divine nature, it's really strange!" Thunder Thunder stepped out of the void space, and with a swipe of his hand, a crack opened next to Moses, cutting him off at the waist.

The green divinity flew out, and before it could escape, the "Book of Destiny" flashed and included the divinity in the book.

"Great God of Destiny, thank you for coming down personally to save your believers. The old village chief took the lead, and everyone fell to their knees and prayed sincerely.

Through the thread of faith, he ordered the old village chief: "Relocate the villagers, spread the faith, if you don't believe in it, you will be punished." ”

At the beginning, when he heard the method of the Supreme Will to occupy the plane, an idea surged in his heart. Since you occupy 50% of the faith of the plane, you can gain supreme authority. So when the equal plane is promoted to the supreme, can he take the opportunity to spread his faith, and become a supreme god in one fell swoop?

Compared to the promise of the will of the plane, Lei Ming believed in himself more. And in the face of the temptation of the supreme god, the ethereal superior god is obviously not enough.

Now there is no rush to obtain a plane sacrifice, first spread the faith and improve the strength. Without strength, all ideas are empty talk. (To be continued......)