Genius remembers in a second [Aishang Novel Network biquge.info] to provide you with wonderful novels to read.

Edward pursed his lips and accepted the frustrating truth.

Although Edward is indeed very confident nowadays, and his power has grown to an amazing extent, in the final analysis, these powers do not really belong to him, whether it is divine power or the essence of God, they only belong to Ticket Pan Duo Ryan. He, Edward Vincent, was merely the administrator of the royal power—a being who had the most power, but was not the master. Ultimately. Once Pandorian awakens, it is debatable whether he, as a manager, will still be able to survive.

So even how much freedom he could give Elistrand now didn't mean much to the deity.

Some people say that freedom is just an illusion, and the only real thing is how much power you can enjoy, and the freedom of one person is freedom, and the freedom of a group of people is freedom, and the freedom of a day is freedom, and the freedom of a lifetime is freedom...... Breathing is freedom, and death is also freedom, so from this point of view, every qiē in the world is free, but the process is different. ”

The Psychic Warlock's words were light-hearted, as if they were nothing more than an innocuous joke. But Elistry fell silent.

It wasn't until a moment later that she stretched out her hand and turned it slightly, and a cloud of silver light had condensed in her hand, and the light passed over the delicate palm and fell on the rough 'ground' cast by Edward. Then the gray plane was covered with darkness—clumps of black earth, with its peculiar fragrance, gushing outward, and then, from the fertile earth, new shoots sprouted from the ground, and a dense grove of small trees quickly grew.

In a few breaths, the 'sapling' was already stretching out its second branch.

Edward looked up slowly, and the sapling was already growing and thickening in his vision, branches stretching out from the bare branches within a few breaths. This 'sapling' has become a towering giant tree, with layers of branches stretching out and green leaves...... But it didn't mean to stop at all, it just stretched upward, as if it wanted to touch the high ceiling of space in one breath.

Dense aerial roots began to grow on the trunk of the tree, and countless roots began to coil out from under the originally thin 'surface'. These roots are also growing to a visible degree, and then clumping together. The mud that churns like the waves of the sea. Together, they form a solid ground under their feet.

In just a moment, the originally lifeless kingdom of God has been rejuvenated—the verdant forest stretches around the towering giant trees, and the branches and leaves stretch. On the deep blue canopy, countless stars are shining with seven-colored halos, far brighter than any starry sky in human memory, and in the middle of the canopy, a full moon like a silver disk hangs high. And when a breeze swept through the branches, the treetops trembled. With the soft chirping of the night owl's 'coo', the startled little thing scurried through the bushes. There was a sassy sound, and in such movement and stillness, a feeling of wilderness arose.

"Wonderful......" the Psychic Warlock complimented softly.

This is the impact of the growth of divine power, the original Elistrian should not be able to do this......

"So. What are you going to do with this?" The goddess apparently didn't care about the praise of the human being, and the towering giant trees rustled behind her, and a little transparent halo of light converged from the surroundings, and stretched into a blur of light and shadow under the trees.

Is that...... Prayer merger?

Or, it should be called the pre-prajourners, these selected souls were devout believers during their lifetimes, and for a deity, they are the source of pure faith that is left in the kingdom of God, but when the deity no longer exists, the meaning of their existence disappears.

To themselves, such souls don't seem to make any sense, just let them fend for themselves here, or it doesn't matter, right?

But......

Glancing over the calm-faced souls, the Psychic shook his head, but something suddenly came to mind.

The next moment, when he stepped out of the fault line of that space, he was already a valley in the wilderness.

The shepherds, who had gone through a divine war, were collecting the corpses of their loved ones in fear, and the cries of mourning echoed in the wind, but more voices were angry...... A young body was tied up, pushed onto the destroyed altar, and then knelt down and shouted.

Edward sneered.

Although the scene looks messy, the trajectory of the situation is almost clear......

It's nothing more than the unlucky guy who was caught up in the battle between two unimaginable monsters, and the scene of anger after being confused - a group of people with heavy casualties and grief and anger naturally pointed the finger at the little girl who brought disaster - since the tiger-headed people who appeared later were closer to the appearance of the legendary god of the mountain, then the black-robed man was naturally doom, a false god...... Now that the wrath of the great god of the mountain has caused unimaginable divine punishment, it is natural that there must be a sacrifice to appease the wrath of the god in order to save all the clansmen.

And what could be more fit to be sacrificed than the one who dared to blaspheme?

However, it was clear that the sacrifice could not stop there, except for the little girl named Sanchi, and her few remaining relatives had to be sat together. And in the grief and indignation, the unfortunate fellows were obviously quite heavy, and the little girl, along with his brother and mother, hung limply on the wooden frame, and the bones of his limbs seemed to have been broken. Judging from the jet-black blood flowing from his mouth, there may not even be a few intact ribs left, and the leather robe on his body was torn to pieces, revealing superimposed blue and black bruises, shivering in the cold wind. Only a little boy who was no more than five or six years old, at last not too hurt, still whining, but his voice was hoarse, and only a low wail remained.

Anger, ignorance...... Although the so-called ugly side of human nature has long been known, the psychiocrat still can't help but sigh a little.

Or, the only thing that is lucky, or maybe the herders seem to be planning a living sacrifice, so they are at least temporarily alive......

"Honor, great god of the mountain, your humble servant knees before you, remorseful and terrified...... We offer you, no, this demon who dares to impersonate a saint...... Her death is a sign of our loyalty to you, and to appease your wrath by offering you the still living hearts of her and all her relatives...... We would like to offer all our requests for your kindness. Do not bring your thunderous wrath upon us......

All the shepherds began to kneel again in scattered circles, in front of the altar, which had collapsed for the most part. In the previous ritual, the patriarch was killed by someone, and several elders were turned into the support of the gods, and almost all the people in this tribe who had a deep belief in the god of the mountain had been exhausted, so the person who organized the ritual was only a middle-aged man in his fifties, thin and short, not much like a shepherd. And apparently this unprecedented, ritual, had passed his abilities, so despite his shouting. The mouth foamed and splashed, but the words were still stuck from time to time, holding back the green tendons on the thin neck.

But the ritual did not hinder much, and all the herdsmen simply fell to their knees, chanting the incantations they knew, and by this time the middle-aged man had finished reciting the hastily patched prayers, and he reached out and drew a short knife decorated with gold, and walked up to the altar to the little girl who was bound to a rudimentary wooden frame. He ripped open the few remaining fragments of her leather robe, revealing her soft, flat chest.

The girl did not faint. It's just that under the stimulation, her spirit has become numb, and no matter how those people fiddle, she just lowered her head, and her eyes were not focused on staring ahead. The blood from the corner of his mouth slowly flowed to his chest, and his breathing was almost at his mercy.

"Take as many sacrifices as you can, O great god of the mountain, your subjects will offer you all their loyalty, and you will see the destruction of your enemies! Her heart will be our ...... to you A clear proof of pure faith!"

Screaming hysterically, the makeshift priest raised his sacrificial blade in his hand. It's just that he obviously doesn't have the determination to kill and sacrifice, the five fingers holding the knife are tight and tight, but the light and sharp blade seems to weigh 10,000 pounds, and it can't be pierced in his hand!

After struggling in his heart, he simply changed to holding the blade with both hands, and changed it to a stab, but under the trembling knife of his palm, blood splattered, and the sharp blade slipped a few inches, only piercing the girl's chest, not piercing the girl's heart!

The crowd behind him suddenly made a noise, making the temporary priest anxious, but the more impatient he was, the easier it was to make mistakes, his fingers trembled, but the knife was stuck in the broken ribs, and no matter how hard he mustered up, he couldn't pull it out!

In desperation, he simply let go of the sacrificial blade and didn't care whether he had killed the other party or not, but when he raised his head, in his eyes, the black robe seemed to be a shadow that would suck the soul, making him scream at that time, his feet were weak, and he sat down on the ground!

The screams were like a switch connecting the entire canyon, and everyone looked at each other in horror, and the noise was immediately suppressed.

"You...... You!"

It was the makeshift priest who broke the silence - apparently this guy wasn't dull in his brains...... Even if he was not the one who organized the sacrifice in front of him in the terrible battle of the black miasma just now, he had seen the so-called 'black-robed demon' at a glance, but this did not prevent him from guessing who he was seeing now.

But the question is, what does it mean for this demon to appear here? Since the god of the mountain has already appeared in person, how can this demon still appear in front of everyone's eyes? Isn't he supposed to be purified by the gods a long time ago?

Or is he actually the ......

In the midst of this exclamation, the black-robed man had already raised his hand, and his pale palm waved in the air.

So, the dazzling golden light spread around them, and the light swept over the few people who were tied to the wooden frame, so the girl and her relatives began to slowly raise their heads, and their eyes gathered again, making them look at the dark figure in front of them with a look of surprise, and the next moment, in a crackling sound, the rope that bound their bodies had been broken, and when a golden halo flashed around the psychic warlock, the wounds on the bodies of these people who looked at each other were beginning to heal with the naked eye！

But that's not the point.

In the canyon basin, the sound was lost for a while, as if a mute spell had been applied, and everyone looked up blankly, looking at the golden light bursting from the black robe—at first, this light was only a golden light the size of a pearl, but after a few times in the air like a liquid, it began to elongate, and in the blink of an eye. A humanoid form has been constructed!

The pale hand finally reached out, smearing the golden streamer.

Thus, the colorful colors shine and dim, constructing the herdsman's robe, the human body, and finally when the streamer recedes completely. A human body is already lying quietly on the altar!

"Abba!"

The girl froze for a moment, then exclaimed! The next moment, the man had already opened his eyes and jumped up!

Resurrection of the dead!

A moment seemed like a hundred years to this poor middle-aged man, but under the pressure of fear, his face was full of wrinkles, the blood was swollen red, and his aging brain was fully operational, and it became extraordinarily sensitive.

Frontal resistance is pointless, and there is the potential for some terrible consequences...... Thinking about it, he rolled over and fell to the ground. Quickly climbed two steps forward.

"My greatest God, we ...... We, we will offer you the richest sacrifice...... No, no, yes, please forgive us for our humble stupidity! And all the cattle and sheep of the whole tribe as sacrifices!"

A few small exclamations suddenly rang out from the crowd, and they were particularly piercing in the silence—not because of the temporary priest's judgment of the enemy, but because the shepherd of cattle and sheep had lost the security of his life, and even if the immediate crisis could be overcome, what would happen to the next six months of cold winter, let alone later......

A few exclamations made the old shepherd's brow furrow, but he still immediately shouted: "Blasphemy! Arrest those blasphemers who have disobedient intentions to the great god and sacrifice them together!"

"No need, there are enough sacrifices here. Under the black robe, an indifferent voice said lightly.

When the words fell, everyone could not help but shiver, and before the trembling was over, a stack of screams had already sounded around them! All the shepherds peeked in fear, and noticed that among the remnants, more than a dozen people danced at the same time, yelling with all their might, and tried desperately to cover their wounds, but their efforts were in vain...... Blood gushed out of their wounds—wounds, burns, and even rubbed blood—and gathered piece by piece, and then poured out madly towards the palm of the black-robed hand!!

The dozens of Krurods kneeling in the nearest place screamed in terror, almost fainting, as if the blood gushing had come from them!

The girl slowly opened her eyes, her azure eyes confused, and then turned to clarity. She turned over and stood up, fell down in front of Fengyue again, and gently kissed Fengyue's bare feet like snow.

"My lord, I am your humblest and most faithful servant. Please tell me what to do?" the girl's voice was pleasant.

Fengyue handed the blood-red angel statue to the girl: "Take good care of it." This is my beacon in this world. Also, find more servants for me. I have engraved the abilities you need in your soul, and you have to study them well. Well, in the future, your name will be Mora. ”

"You," Fengyue pointed to the three magicians, and Kalmon and the others immediately climbed a few steps. "Mora will be the Holy Maiden of the Church of the Wise Eye, and you will be responsible for bringing her to the headquarters. She will guide my servants in my place. Take good care of Amoro's eye, and I'll go retrieve it. And you, Kalmon, will be one in line among all my servants. If any of my believers are not strong enough in their faith, Mora, call on my name, and I will let his soul be burned for eternity in the fires of purgatory. ”

Kalmon and the others were terrified, but they almost fainted with joy. They had no idea that such a powerful god had been summoned! And God had appointed Kalmon to be the president of the Eye of Wisdom! What a glory it was! He had struggled for more than ten years to get a place in the chamber of the headquarters.

"There's nothing wrong with leaving Gardenia with you, it just so happens that I've been very busy lately, and I don't have much time to look for fun, so let her accompany you, she's my specialty, you have to pay attention, don't give me a bad game." ”

The old guys seemed to be plotting something. I guess it had something to do with Thomas's plan, but I'm not interested in it anymore.

"If the old guys already knew, whatever that matter was, the end result would be mostly boring. So forget it. ”

"Let me think about it, according to my actual project, at first it was a resentful woman, this one was a mature woman, then it was a soft mud monster, this one was a hole filling system, now it is a beast, and this one is a cross biology department!"

When it is not released, it has a sense of mystery and attracts mortals, and when it is released, it stimulates the body matrix and delights mortals, so which one are you after?"