A divine, vibrant green light was released from Antonio's hand and landed on an acre of farmland in front of him.

Small, thin, yellow shoots broke through the soil and grew, growing into golden, heavy wheat in front of these peasants.

In this season, when everyone is still trying to sow seeds, an acre of farmland has been harvested.

This striking image reminds them of the miracles that were unfolded decades ago when the temple to the god of cool officials was built in the city of Burgunchester.

In their minds, Antonio overlapped with the priest who was said to have been descended by God.

"Just believe in the god of agriculture you said and make our farmland the same?" a farmer named Gophil asked excitedly, pointing to the harvest of the farmland, and his eyes lit up.

"No, you can't. ”

Antonio replied in the negative.

Of course not, in order to make what he did appear to be extremely impactful, he spent one-fifth of his divine power to make all the wheat seeds in this acre of farmland skip the long growth stage and mature directly.

In a way, this is a miracle.

And the reason why miracles are miracles is because they don't happen often, and if miracles happen every day, then they are not called miracles, but landscapes.

Hearing this reply, Goffil's eyes lit up for a moment, and the hope hidden behind the blue eyes disappeared without a trace.

"But after believing in the god of agriculture, the wheat ripening time will be reduced by one-third, and the wheat that used to be harvested twice a year will become three crops a year. ”

"When you say three crops a year, you mean that we can plant wheat three times a year and harvest it three more times?" asked Gefeir subconsciously.

"Yes. Antonio replied in the affirmative.

"As long as you believe in the god of agriculture, you have it?" asked Gophile, "can every acre of farmland be harvested three times a year?"

"Yes. ”

Antonio, who stood in front of the golden wheat field, gave them a picture of a bright future, "After you believe in the god of agriculture, the agricultural druids, that is, the priests of our agricultural temple, will come here every year to give blessings to your farmland, and the blessed fields will be harvested three times a year. ”

"And if you are pious enough, you may even attract the blessing of our lord's god of agriculture, and the farmland blessed by my lord can even be harvested four times a year, five times a year. ”

The harvest of farmland during the sowing season attracted the attention of the inhabitants of the village, who gradually converged on the farmland.

After hearing Antonio's extremely seductive words, someone couldn't help but ask,

"How can I get the blessing of the god of agriculture?"

Antonio said like a god:

"Faithful faith in our Lord will sooner or later be blessed by my Lord. ”

The peasants who gathered were a little at a loss, Burgunchester had a rule that if they did not believe in the god of cool officials, they would pay more taxes, and in order not to pay more taxes, they all believed in the god of cool officials, and their faith had never been pious, and they did not know how to show their piety in order to get God's blessing.

At this moment, Antonio and Viminaga were keenly aware that the elements around them were beginning to be suppressed by some more powerful force.

They raised their heads and looked at the sky, only to see that golden divine power was descending from the distant void, and on the acres of farmland outside the village, thin and yellow shoots were growing invariably.

In the bright sun, rows of golden, heavy wheat took shape quickly.

A gust of wind blew, and the golden waves of wheat rolled.

Seeing this miraculous scene, the residents of the village opened their mouths and their eyes were full of shock.

This is...... Praise the great god of agriculture, Sandru, the great god of agriculture! Feeling the familiar aura contained in the divine power, Antonio shouted excitedly,

"This is the sign of my Lord!"

......

In the temple of the cool priests in Burgunchester, several priests dressed in pure black priests, with a naked* and withered body with horned men on their heads embroidered in darker tones on the two sleeves of the priest's uniform, and the last worshippers who prayed closed the temple door and began to talk.

"There is yet another church of the gods that has set its attention on the city of Burgunchester, and this church has placed the temple next to ours......"

The shrines of the gods are not next to each other, and it is a default rule between churches.

Except, of course, for gods under the same lineage.

The temples of the elven gods were not only next to each other, but the idols of some of their gods were also in one temple for believers of different gods to pray.

"But we can't blame them. Sterkembang put his hands in his sleeves and said in a quiet tone,

After he finished speaking, the temple fell silent.

Others don't know their details, don't they know themselves? The blessings given to the believers depend entirely on the bloodlines of the celestial creatures that have been transplanted into their bodies.

This bloodline releases some spells without mobilizing the magic net, and the effect of this spell is the same as that of divine magic, but this is called a quasi-spell, not a divine spell.

The bloodline warlock pretending to be a priest ran to question the orthodox priest why he didn't talk about the unspoken rules, no matter how you look at it, it was a move to send a sheep into the tiger's mouth.

"But our God has an agreement with the gods behind the churches to treat us as ministers of the true God...... one pastor said.

"Our god says that if there is, you will believe that it is, and do not forget what it really is. Stekembon scoffed.

The god of the cool officials is the devil monarch of the nine layers of hell, and they priests know this best, after all, the celestial creature bloodline in their bodies was transplanted by this devil monarch himself.

The devil is best at lying, and if he can believe what he says, then the cow can go up the tree.

The priest looked at St. Kembang and asked, "Shall we let it go?"

"If we don't let it go, they'll rob the believers. Strkampon shook his head and said.

The god of revenge has robbed a lot of believers, and the god of cool officials is already very unhappy, and then the god of agriculture has robbed the believers, and when the god of cool officials comes to inspect, their souls can basically go to hell and be the companion of the god of cool officials.

"What then?" the pastor was a little angry, this is not good, that is not good, what is going to be done?

Sterkembang thought for a while and said: "You can first ask the officials in the city to adjust the tax rate, let the believers of the god of agriculture pay more taxes, curb their speed of developing believers, and then report the matter here to the god of cool officials, and wait for its decision, no matter what kind of decision it makes, I don't know what the final result will be, it has nothing to do with us." ”

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