The prayers of the temple for the worship of the Madiv lasted for half an hour, and there was no response to either the altar or the symbols of the gods, as if the gods of the source of faith had fallen into an endless slumber and could not respond to the voices of the faithful.

Just as she was about to sit down and watch, the altar of mud made of soil and river water dried to reveal natural cracks.

At that moment, a crack in the cloudy sky was suddenly blown open by a sudden gust of wind, and the warm sunlight poured down on the altar where the sacred symbols were drawn.

In an instant, Grace Lotlyn was in a trance, and then he saw the ordinary altar glow with a faint aura, a vermilion of joy and joy.

"I'm Nima! The divine aura is actually cinnabar red unique to the Huaxia god system! What kind of god is this? Why don't I know?"

Grace Loslin immediately inquired about the body, and soon received a response from the emperor: "Emperor Jun, the bird-headed man has one leg, a wooden staff, and a crown of thistles. In the Pan-Chinese World System, they are all the earliest sun gods! Strange, how did he come here, could it be that he also modified the world's bottom records?

The answer is naturally uncertain! Because there is no credible evidence, it cannot be falsified and it cannot be empirically proven, so Grace Lothlin wisely chose to put it on hold for the time being.

Now that the altar built by the temple to worship Medif has been answered, it is proof that the source of his faith has begun to awaken, and that the faith of the two hundred is necessary in order to keep the spark of divinity flickering and not being extinguished.

So, after his followers had cleared out most of the ruins of the village, Ron Lothling gathered everyone and performed a sacred sacrifice ritual under the guidance of the priest Madiv. The offering was a jar of water and a jar of ointment as white as jade.

Unfortunately, the newly awakened gods were too weak to even have the ability to ingest sacrifices. Grace Lotslin didn't look like a word, so he used a special channel to contact Mr. Zuo Ci in the nearby Yanghua Cave Tianli Wujiao, and said hello to the old master of the Sun Palace in the main world, the three-legged golden crow of the true body of the Lu Zhudao people.

The god who had just awakened was no match for the three-legged golden crow in his heyday, and not only was the channel of faith completely taken over, but even his position was exposed.

There is a complete main material world as a backing, not to mention the identity and authority of the emperor, the immortals in the sky have to give Yan En Lotlin a face, even if they listen to the tune and do not listen to the announcement, and the Lu Zhudao people who are outside the heavenly court have to be obedient at this time and give a hand to the emperor's doppelganger.

So, the altar of vermilion divine spiritual light, with the infusion of two hundred faiths, began to slowly raise the temperature, like an indispensable fireplace in the cold winter season, the blazing flames emitted waves of heat, not only dispelled the surrounding cold, but also made everyone present feel happy and warm, and came to this dilapidated village, the negative energy attracted by the large number of human deaths and the sinking power that escaped after the death of the fallen were purified and evaporated in an instant.

Priest Madiv, who had no idea that the source of faith had been replaced, was overjoyed to find that the gods had not only successfully awakened, but also had enough power to shelter the promising settlement.

In this way, Ron Loslin cleared the last uneasy factors in his territory, and took the power and divine power in his hands, without worrying about any dissent from the sacrifice of Medif.

After reciting the prayers and ending the sacrificial ceremony, out of respect for the priest Madiv, he asked his followers to leave, and continued to clear the ruined village, set up a simple marching tent, and began to prepare dinner.

Embarrence Roslin walked around the village himself, casually putting down his carefully developed "Sentry Eye". A waist-high wooden staff with a glass orb of enchanted thumb at one end.

The One Ring Magic.Vigilance Technique can last for a long time, and it has internal and external arrangements, interlocking to ensure that there are no dead ends, and the unique dim vision exceeds twice the visual distance of ordinary people, enough to give early warning when the enemy appears.

After all this trivial, the smoke of cooking rose in the makeshift settlement, and the gentle breeze blew, and the scattered smoke spread the enticing aroma of fish soup.

The bread in the simple stove gives off a mouth-watering aroma of burnt food, and the aroma of fermented ale hops, which is perfectly blended with the flavor of flour.

Standing on a high place, she couldn't help but nod her head lightly as she watched the marching tents set up between the ruins and ruins of the village, like a mushroom that had just emerged from the grass.

There is a proverb in the South: "A man who sweats after a hard day's work is happy!" There is no way to know if this is true, but the followers of the slave gladiators, who are mainly slaves, are moved to tears at the daily life of putting down their swords and replacing them with saws, shovels, axes, and chisels to tidy up their new homes, wielding pots and pans and preparing three meals a day.

After all, they have left the Colosseum with no tomorrow in sight and returned to the life of normal people, even if the development of the Wheat Plain is definitely a combination of danger and opportunity, and in the future, they will encounter degenerates who worship demons, or even simply demons from hell, isn't there still a chance?

There are four living examples of people who broke away from slavery status and became tenants of the estate, giving most slave gladiators a visible and tangible hope. Besides, the magician who bought them at a great price, Ron Lotrin, was not a stingy master, he was quite generous, and he also possessed powerful magic, and he had power in his own right, which ordinary nobles could not compare with at all.

Because of this, everywhere Ron Roslin passed, people took the initiative to bow to him, which made him feel annoyed.

It is said that the great nobles will treat each other with courtesy, and even the servants who have served in the family for many years will turn a blind eye, and do not care about their intimate service, let alone return the salute and thank you, and even the nod of the forehead is directly exempted.

Grace Losslin thought of this stubble and couldn't help but secretly say the opposite. A team of more than 200 people, if everyone wants to return the gift, the neck will definitely retire early due to fatigue and wear.

The new settlement centered on the Altar of the Sun, and the two avenues running east-west and north-south were cleared, and the square in front of the altar was the best gathering point.

When Ron Lothlin arrived, he was just in time for freshly baked bread to be baked. Most of the people sat on the floor, holding the bread and fish soup that had been distributed to everyone.

Only he and the priest Medif had special treatment, a chair with a backrest, and his seat even had armrests. In the settlements that have just begun to operate, even the seats have to be divided into hierarchical levels.

Ron Lothlin looked around and saw that everyone was at ease, smiled self-deprecatingly, and reached out to take their share of the dinner.

The toast with the aroma of warm wine has just been baked, and three openings have been cut on the surface to vent the heat, so as not to burn the mouth. A bowl of fish soup is thick and invisible, and the inside is full of creamy fish belly.

The dried orange peel powder masks the fishy smell of freshwater fish well, and the slightly sour taste and fruity aroma make this fish soup live up to expectations.