After nearly two years of renovation, the Orc Special Zone has begun to take shape, and the walls brought to the Special Zone by the [Ancient First Layer Protection] have made it one of the areas with political rights in reality. Although orcs and humans are still in a basic relationship of exchange of interests, various cultures have gradually emerged from the orc tribe of Rubis to the handicrafts sold by humans.

For example, the Beast Blood Totem is said to be blessed by wearing an ornament with a true totem and a variety of totemic creatures to bestow different kinds of blessings. However, most of the jewelry is fake, and can only play a little ugly decorative role. Orcs generally don't take out their ancestral patterns to show others. It was a devout belief, for the orcs believed that their innate power could not have been without the source of this mysterious and great ancestor.

Of course, with the gradual contact between orcs and humans, some orcs have more or less doubts about their tribe's totems, and have gradually broken away from this very primitive belief. The vast majority of them have made it to the Orc Special Zone, and the number is growing. At least here they can be satisfied by selling their labor, which is a great temptation for them to go hungry from time to time.

The orcs may have found a new faith here, because it is not just rhetoric, but can bring them real benefits. A new kind of church called itself the "Primordial Church" quickly rose up and began to take root in churches in remote corners of Shura. The founders were humans, but most of the Protestants who joined were orcs. The reason they joined was almost always a kind of magic that allowed them to switch freely between orcs and humans, and allowed them to do a lot of things relatively smoothly, such as being able to enter other areas of the Yaris very smoothly, rather than being locked in a remote city where the birds don't.

The original church recruited personnel conditionally, and they had to help the church take care of some internal work every month, and there were also certain requirements for physical fitness. There are certain hard conditions for using the moir, and when the change is initiated, the orcs will be drained a certain amount of life force to support the generation of new forms. Weaker orcs are likely to die or even die.

However, the orcs are very simple, and they are very easy to drive. Since there is a limit to the number of religious believers, they have introduced a one-time conversion technique, which allows the orcs to change back and forth once, at the corresponding cost of money. This has also become the source of most orcs' day trips to the "human world".

The matter of the original church was finally discovered by the official government of Yaris. Just the night before, the local government had sent someone to pry open the door of the church, which had had an immeasurable impact on Shura because of the unreported church, and they were ordered to officially register it within five days, or dissolve it on the spot.

Because of this headache, the bishop was pacing in the empty church. If they register the name of the church in the government, they will leave an official record. They are the "dissociations" who have broken away from the original church, and they are not the outward posture of the original church, but the "useless part" that needs to be eradicated for others.

The original church pursued the ultimate secret of the world's primordial nature, and in fact it was exactly the same as what the Merlin cult wanted to achieve, which was to explore the truth of the Didtama in the human soul.

Merlin's Cult was able to conduct research based on the World Tree Lux, because some of the runes on this tree were extremely compatible with the runes in the depths of the human soul. The World Tree is therefore known as the ankle of Didama, and it is through this magnificent giant tree that the god of creation, Didama, has a close connection with this world. But the Primordial Church has nothing, their philosophy is to explore the true Primordial, and to create the so-called Primordial God, to try all kinds of ways to reach the most primitive state of things, so that they may be able to touch the ultimate of truth and add satisfactory answers to this grand and mysterious world.

In the course of the research, one of them had a disagreement with the main stream, so the original church was divided into "dissociation" and "primordial". Because the dissociations are too aggressive, they want to decompose matter to its original state, that is, to decompose everything in the world, so that the whole world can get the deepest and most direct connection between the whole world and the god of Dharma. This is too dangerous, not just for the whole church, but for all of humanity.

As soon as the ideas of the dissociation faction were spread, they were firmly opposed by the rest of the members, and as time went on, the conflict grew bigger and bigger, until the result of the split. They are not now known to the Primordials, and they are secretly conducting their own research step by step. Because of their livelihood, they were forced to come into contact with the local orcs in order to maintain the daily expenses of the church. If the Primordial Sect knew of their whereabouts, they would definitely clear the Dissociation Sect.

The bishop knew that they had had given themselves enough time, and if he were still the original bishop, he would not have even given the dissociation faction so much time to send someone to deal with the matter by force. If it weren't for the fact that he had taken one of the two first-level magic weapons left in the church when he left, the power was too huge for the Primordials to find it difficult, and they would have used all their strength to destroy themselves.

You know, splitting a church into two denominations is a huge scandal that can greatly affect the credibility of the church in society. And people have always been the foundation of the church, and if people run away, then there is no possibility for the church to exist.

From that day onwards, the church of the original church was immediately closed, ceasing all activities, while the rest of the orcs were required to rush to keep the church stable and undisturbed at certain critical times.

"What should I do......" the bishop couldn't help but look into a small room deep in the church, "if you don't do anything, it's really too late to ......"

Suddenly, a pure white light appeared in the room, and a strong wind that appeared out of thin air blew through the bishop's ears, and the words with clear meaning could be faintly heard in the whirring wind.

"To me...... Here's ......"

The old bishop's face flushed, as if a life-saving straw had suddenly reached out in front of him, and he walked into the room in three steps and two steps. There was a frenzied light flashing in front of his eyes.

"My lord, I have sent many people to search for traces of the blood of God, but there has been no response. Where do we find our way out? ”

There was nothing in the room except a glass case, and this sleek glass case was in the center of the room, and in the cabinet was a pair of pure white except for a few dark gold magic patterns on the edges. The dark golden magic pattern suddenly lit up from front to back, and the dry channel was filled with some mysterious rune magic, and an illusory shock erupted from around the glove.

Click!

The glass around the glove was shattered by the shockwave, and the sound that appeared out of thin air poured directly into the bishop's ear canal, and he covered his ears in pain, his brow condensed! He crouched on the ground in pain, curled up in a ball, and he felt like his veins were wriggling worms, eating at his body!

[Put on my ......]

"Yes...... My ......" the bishop struggled to his feet as he propped up the cupboard, slowly groping his way to the edge of the leather glove, "Hmm! ”

It was as if he was touching a raging flame, and his fingertips turned completely black in an instant, and even mottled cracks appeared on his fingers! Even though it was extremely painful, the bishop struggled to grab the unusual pair of gloves and put them on little by little, sweating profusely! Needless to say, his hands were rapidly turning black and brittle.

"Hmm...... Ahhh As soon as he finished putting on his gloves, the bishop suddenly screamed in a heart-rending manner, as if eleven thousand boulders were crushing his body repeatedly. He slumped to the ground, rolling over and over again until he was exhausted.

"Ho...... Ho...... My Lord, my Lord! "I don't know how long it took for the bishop to lie on the ground, the gloves that seemed to have become a part of his body, fit perfectly to his fingertips, without any unnecessary folds.

Crunch......

A crack opened in the glove, and a human mouth turned out between the cracks! The bishop looked at the white and hard teeth in his mouth with horror, but the corners of his mouth twitched and turned up!

"My Lord...... My Lord! "He's really communicating with his faith!

"Follow me, and you won't get lost. Once you have found the blood of the gods, great power will follow, and you will be able to fulfill your desires. Glove said emotionlessly.

The mouth on the glove quickly closes, its surface smooths once more, and another mouth emerges from the glove.

"Relax your body and use it for me."

The bishop raised his hand and shot it into the air, and the paper shell called reality was poked open by the white glove. The space was brutally pulled apart, and on the other side of it was a blurred scene.

"I've made a shortcut for you, you need to do the rest of the way yourself, and I'll show you the way." The white gloves opened again. With each word, a new mouth formed on the surface of the glove, and the more you looked at it, the more terrifying it became.

Without hesitation, the Bishop stepped into the shrinking crack in space, his vision briefly surrounded by a sordid black, and when he regained his sight, he was standing on a slightly yellowish grassland.

"I will obtain the blood of the gods, my lord......" the old bishop's eyes shone with extreme determination and fanaticism.

The direction he was heading was the soon-to-be-opened Bandit Paradise Lost. Things seem to be getting more and more out of control.