[When the first cow let out a deafening roar, it looked down at the flowers and green grass that were all over the hills under its feet, and could not help but look up at the creator who had grown. 】

[From the far side of the heavens, slowly stretched out an extremely perfect hand, this hand is so perfect that it is impossible to describe in words, and all the sublime is blurred because of Him. 】

[It was He, who put on the first bell that represented bondage and slavery for the strong, aggressive, and arrogant bison, and toiled for the weak race of mankind. 】

Alan stroked the handwriting engraved in the narrow stone corridor, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes from time to time. He discovered that these handwriting were not just a single inscription, but also part of a huge technique, and the magic slowly flowed in the depths of this vicissitudes of handwriting. In other words, the people of the Didama Cult actually created such a technique that even the normal Yaris language could be included.

According to the usual method of depiction of the technique, it should be those difficult runes that can form a complete technique, and they are the only medium that represents the essence of the world. But now, Allen's view has been turned upside down.

This is a huge square under the western part of Yaris, which was originally used as a sewage treatment tank, but due to the comprehensive upgrade of the Vatican underground pipes, it was restored to cleanliness hundreds of years ago, but most people are unaware of the existence of this cave. Alan was also visiting this place for the first time, and according to the letterhead he received, he eventually learned that it was one of the strongholds established by the mysterious Cult of Diddama in Brahma decades earlier.

The activities of the Cult of Didama were extremely secretive. According to Allen's research, no believer in Diddama would openly claim to be a believer in Didama. As believers in the Cult of Didama God, on the one hand, they prove the existence of Didama through their own hands and pens, and on the other hand, through practice, they collect all kinds of runes from all over the world to form strange spells, and they hope to face the god they have always admired, Didama.

[It is you, who have withdrawn everything from yourself and dedicated it to us, great Dharma! 】

[We only hope to be able to try to touch your feet with dark gray eyes in the darkest underground]

【Didama——】

[Distant, dignified, great, untouchable Didama - please listen to me, this insignificant worm]

[-An extremely ridiculous request]

[Please allow your lowly, ignorant people to spy on your heroic appearance]

[Even if it's a shadow that disappears in an instant, it's worth it - make my life glorious]

Alan disguised his identity and found someone to customize a set of artificial leather cases to prevent his true face from being shown in front of the other party, and he naturally found a set of rhetoric, which should not be seen by the people of the Didamour Divine Sect. As he approached the underground plaza, daylight leaked through the old drains on either side, as if a golden waterfall had encircled him. The center of the square was also engraved with runes, which Alan only thought were carved like the magic sun in a classical painting.

"Kid, who told you to come to this place?"

Alan followed the prestige, and a man in a plain gray robe slowly stepped out of the gray corner in front of him, his face wrinkled and kind. If you don't know that this man is a member of the Didama Cult, others will think that they are a large sect approved by the government. However, Alan didn't figure out why the Didamour Cult was not recognized, and could only fall to such a downcast.

"My uncle, Atom Hule." Alan took out a letter from his bosom that he had previously scavenged, stepped forward, and handed it to the man in front of him, "He asked me to come here." ”

"Come, child, and give me the letter, and the supreme god of Dharmadharma, will protect you." A little pity suddenly appeared in the man's eyes, "I didn't expect Atom...... But, child, you will be able to carry on Atom's legacy. ”

"Didama?" Allen didn't seem to know what he was talking about, repeating, "Who is he?" ”

"The supreme God who created this world!" The man suddenly became extremely excited, dancing with his hands, and his eyes sparkled, as if he were describing a scene that he thought was extremely glorious, "Come on, come on! Let's witness His glory together! ”

Instead of responding to his question, Alan asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Oh, oh! I forgot to introduce myself! Dear child, I am so excited, because it has been a long time since I have seen such an innocent child join us...... The people who come are those who have lost their yearning for life, so that darkness fills their hearts, and they want to purify themselves with the help of Didama...... And you! Child! How lovely! How ...... Ahem. The man paused, his face a little unpleasant, "My name is Thomas Aquila, the bishop of the Cult of Didama and the Vatican Branch. Son, what's your name? ”

"My name is El Hule."

"What a name! After that, you're our most welcome star! That's amazing, isn't it? Come out and meet our new friends, our little friends! Al Hule! ”

Alan looked around, and out of the corners between the pipes came a large number of people dressed in the same clothes as Thomas, both men and women, and their eyes all flashed with fanatical joy, if Alan had not known that they seemed to be as happy as Thomas, and thought that these people were going to eat him alive.

"Everybody, come here! Our little El, I'm going to prepare you with a fitting uniform! Thomas pulled a short wand from his bosom, "In my name!" With a wave of his wand, a plain gray cloth appeared in the air, which was automatically cut and separated according to Allen's size, and in just over half a minute, a set of clothes that fit was sewn.

Thomas scooped the laundry from the air, stacked it neatly in three by five, and handed it to Allen. Alan could hear the whispers of the cultists around him, some of whom were surprised that he was so small and dared to come here. Of course, he also heard certain strange words about "fresh".

Sure enough, these people are really strange, just too strange......

"Here is the doctrine of the Didama Cult, remember to go back and read through, this will become our code of conduct, the supreme Didamour will only favor the morally noble." Thomas exclaimed, "Yet, in this world, there are countless people who have committed sin. Probably because of our Lord's reluctance to answer our prayers. We must strictly follow the rules of the doctrine in order to achieve true piety! ”

Thomas disbanded the remainder, leaving Alan alone: "Every Saturday after that, we will come here, if you have time, come and join us, we will show you real miracles, and you will also participate in the search for the Lord." ”

Alan nodded, as if he hadn't figured out the situation yet. He hadn't said he was coming to the Cult of Didama yet, but for some reason, this Thomas wanted to bring him in. But now that he was easily mixed into the Didamour Divine Cult, he was also relieved. First of all, he needs to see what this group of eccentric people is doing, so that he can move on to the next step.

Only when you can observe can you intervene; Only when you can intervene can you control. A wild dog always has to observe its temperament first, do what it likes, and subconsciously touch its lifeline before it can nod and bow to you. Although the Cult of Didama God is not a wild dog, everyone in the Cult of Didama can always find something similar to a wild dog.

"I'll be here every Saturday." Alan hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'll come to see your uncles and aunts." ”

"This is my good boy!" Thomas squinted and smiled happily, "You'll be joining us soon, and we'll be holding regular events and participating in prayer." And those who have sinned, we will also judge for their sins. And those who blaspheme, they will naturally be doomed. Let's go, kid, let's go! May you be blessed by our Lord in the days to come. ”

After Alan left, Thomas opened the previous letter from Atom, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his bosom and read them word by word.

"It's really his handwriting." Thomas shrugged his shoulders teasingly, casually tore the letterhead in his hand, and ignited a cluster of flames on his fingertips, burning it to ashes, "With such a young child, the heart is really ruthless." ”

Atom Hule was only the name the man used in the Cult of Didamour, and the name he used to the outside world was not that. Thomas remembered that his surname was Jones, and that the little boy in front of him, who called himself El Hule, was holding a letter written by him......

"Let's roll it out, the planned schedule is going to be implemented in advance." Thomas Aquila said coldly, "The people of Yaris need to be vigilant that in this world of calamity and suffering, only the great Dharmamo can give us hope. ”

The grunt of the metal wheel gradually escaped from the dark passage, and the bloody breath drifted like nothing, getting heavier and heavier. I saw a huge copper pot slowly pushed out from the other end of the square, and this copper pot, which was seven or eight people wide, was half filled with dark red blood!

"And how much blood?" Thomas turned to the side and said to a short man beside him.

The man said respectfully, "There are about forty or fifty thousand more." ”

"Within two years, we need to collect the blood of 50,000 people." Thomas said with a blank face, "God is the god that everyone looks up to, and the few people look up to not God, but just a poor self-hanged clown hanging in the sky." ”

"Thomas, we've done our best to ......"

"Don't slack off." Thomas waved his hand, "Next time, our little El will also be a witness to the great God of Creation." The government of the Yaris seems to have forgotten what humanity is, and judgment will come upon them! We are the substitutes of Didama, and it is natural for us to do our part for our Lord. ”

"It's all for the Lord...... For the sake of the Lord...... For our eternal ...... Hope ......"

A crazy glow rippled in the pupils of all the cultists, who were underground, but gave people the pleasure and pride of being on top of the mountains. They are the first to hold the seed of hope, and they will inevitably pull the pain out of the world.