"We need one of the most devout Celestial Believers to enter the Iron Sanctuary and preside over the next cleansing ceremony."

"If someone in this ritual can perfectly awaken the flying gods and let the gods go out to send down gifts and bring us food.

According to the decision of the six oracles, he will become the seventh emissary of the Celestial Church. ”

Outside the door of the building, which has been repaired with iron sheets and wooden planks, a large metal ball pattern is carved into two stone pillars that are not very smooth.

A man in a gray robe with long greasy hair was standing between two pillars with his back to the gate, looking tired and announcing the news to the camp residents with anticipating faces.

In front of him were all the scavenger cultists in the camp that had been summoned this time, and it was roughly estimated that there were only about three hundred people, almost all men, with only a few dozen women.

And compared to Camp 1123 occupied by Shen Sen, the buildings here can hardly be called buildings.

Except for the hall behind the gray-robed man, all the "rooms" looked like kennels made of various patchwork materials.

The space is small, full of gaps and holes, and some people are expected to fall down with only a slight push. Spending a long, cold winter in such a room would cost you half your life if you didn't die

But for these people, the Flying Church with hundreds of people, even if you don't count the Flying Gods they believe in, have great power. Just these more than 300 people definitely fit the definition of a big force in the wasteland world.

Although the rooms they lived in were not as good as those of the oracles, they were much better than their previous lives.

In the past, they roamed the wilderness all day long, sleeping in the open air, sleeping on the sandy and gravel land almost every day, and struggling for a bite to eat.

In the wasteland, out of a hundred people like them, under this kind of life, there are almost only one or two people who can live to be about thirty years old.

But under the protection of the Flying Church, only about half of them die every year.

Moreover, everyone knows that in this camp, there is the blessing of the flying gods, and several high-ranking divine envoys have lived for more than forty years, and the highest-ranking great divine envoy is already fifty years old, and his hair is gray.

It is more difficult to find a gray-haired old man in the wasteland than to find a pure female scavenger, and all of this is blessed by the power of the great flying gods.

Therefore, when the gray-robed man announced the news, the eyes of the assembled camp believers flashed with fanatical piety, and they all began to be a little nervous.

This is a path to heaven, as long as they awaken the gods in the sky through the cleansing ceremony, they can actually become one of the divine messengers.

Stay in the best room, eat the best food, and be able to serve under the throne of God all day long, bask in His radiance, and have a long life.

All of them had seen the form of the flying gods, and they had also seen the scenes of the gods exerting their might, and the bandits who broke into their camp were cut into pieces by the gods in the holy place.

But they also know that God's grace is like the sea, God's power is in prison, and the companionship of the king is like a tiger, and the price of wanting to awaken God sometimes represents death.

However, now that there is an opportunity to become an angel, everyone is beginning to believe that they are the most devout believers in the Flying Church.

When the Flying God feels his faith, he will definitely grant them grace when the cleansing ceremony is completed, and he will become an oracle of God.

The scene outside the hall can also be seen by the people inside the hall.

However, compared to the fiery atmosphere outside, several people inside did not say a word, and here, even the air seemed to be frozen.

The gray-robed old man, thin to skin, had his mouth slightly open and closed with his teeth gone, gasping for air with great effort.

The old man knew that at his age, he should have died no more, but there was a force that supported him to survive.

He was convinced that this was a gift from the flying gods, and because of his devout faith, he was allowed to live a little longer.

However, it now seems that if he can no longer awaken God, this winter period may be his death period.

"It takes the most pious people to awaken the Flying God!" The old man coughed and said heavily.

"If, no one succeeds this time, then it will be necessary for the six of us to complete the ritual and awaken the gods in the holy places."

The old man was a little excited when he said this, and if they went, he believed that the chances of successfully awakening the gods would be very high.

Because the people who become the messengers of the gods must be the people who have the deepest belief in the gods, and they have also awakened the gods in the sky.

But in this way, it means that no one in the camp has reached God's approval this year.

If this situation continues, several of them will reach the deadline and die.

Then the 300 people in the camp will probably starve to death 99% in less than a year, and the Flying Church will disappear as a result, like a wisp of dust blown away by the wind.

"It's our pleasure!" A gray-robed man, after the old man finished speaking, nodded, his face as calm as water.

"To be able to see the Flying God again, I die without regrets!" Another gray-robed man gave his opinion.

The other people in the room didn't disagree, and it seemed that they had been prepared for a long time.

In a way, if this operation is destined to die, then they will also laugh and go.

For them, the holy place of the flying gods is the best resting place.

This is their faith and their salvation.

"Well, I already know your faith......"

The gray-robed old man's cloudy eyes showed a look of relief, nodded with satisfaction, opened his mouth, and was just about to continue to say something, when a hurried shout suddenly came from outside the door.

"Great Divine Envoy, no, not far from our camp, there is a strange team of wanderers, rushing towards us at a very fast speed."

A male cultist with a strip of cloth wrapped around the key part hurried to the door, standing at the door and panicked to report the news he saw to the people in the hall.

"Don't rush yet, speak slowly. How many of them are there and how far away we are! ”

"Also, you say they're weird, what is it that makes you feel weird."

A slightly younger gray-robed man stood up, walked up to the messenger, and asked carefully.

"I don't know if there's anyone on that team, but it's very fast, and it looks like a big smoking lump of iron."