Chapter 46

In a huge and magnificent church, an old man stood silently in front of a statue.

The statue of God is a young man, vaguely similar to Chen Ming. Before the statue, there is a jasper branch enshrined. This branch is green and crisp, as if it had just left the main body, emitting a strong vitality.

Statues are made by believers based on vague images sensed at the time of prayer. As the level of believers rises, their essence will be closer to the gods, and the image they feel will be clearer.

As the Pope, grama can be said to be the person closest to the gods in the world, and the image obtained by nature is also the most profound.

At this time, in the church, more than ten figures stood silently. Outside, hundreds of red robed priests were singing and praising, and a lot of prayers filled the area.

In silence, grama raised her head and looked at the statue in front of her. In her body, there was a terrible power that suffocated others.

At this time, he is no longer the image of an old man twenty years ago. At the moment, he was wearing a golden and green sacrificial robe dedicated to the high priest, and a crown dedicated to the Pope on the stage. He was shrouded in a faint light, which surprised the people around him.

He looked at more than ten yellow robes under the stage and kuruba standing on one side and said, "all the people standing here must have sensed the will of our God."

Under the stage, people nodded, and then quietly looked at grama on the stage, waiting for him to continue talking.

Grama did not hesitate and said directly, "my God ordered us all to preach among the southern city states."

"This is the first Oracle since my God woke up 20 years ago. What are you going to do?"

Under the stage, a group of people bowed their heads and prayed silently, and then their voices issued the same voice: "nature is to obey the oracle."

Seeing this, grama nodded, looked at kuruba and said, "how are the other tribes preparing?"

On one side, kuruba raised his head, his armor emitted a faint light, looked at grama and said, "people from other tribes have been going south one after another, including those tribes that do not obey the management of the church."

"This time, all the sacrifices can feel the Oracle above the red robe, so even if they don't obey us, they still respond positively under the orders of our God."

In this regard, grama smiled and showed a kind smile: "of course, no matter how disobedient we are, his piety towards our God is absolute. Otherwise, he can't be promoted to the level of high priest."

Opposite, kuruba nodded when he saw this.

In the north, there are nearly a million believers. Naturally, it is impossible to have only two high priests, kuruba and grama. Otherwise, the other party dare not openly resist. Moreover, compared with the two of them who have received God's grace, the opposite sacrifice has no weaker belief in God than them, at least they are crazy believers.

Unfortunately, although the belief is equally pious, the personal ideas are different, so that the two sides break out contradictions and faint opposition.

Speaking of this, it is also because Chen Ming has been sleeping for nearly 20 years. Although believers can still feel the gods when they sleep, they can't get a correct guidance and response.

In this case, because of the collision between ideas, contradictions will naturally occur, leading to the fragmentation of believers.

Thinking of this, kuruba couldn't help sighing and looked at grama in front of him.

Feeling kuruba's eyes, grama nodded gently, then looked at the many sacrifices in front of her and said, "but I'm here today, but I'm not just announcing the news."

Under the stage, many priests were stunned and looked at grama.

"According to the Oracle, the incarnation of my God will be reincarnated in a few days."

He looked at all the sacrifices under the stage and told the news in the frightened look of the people of Zhou.

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On the other hand, Chen Ming looks at his body and thinks about what happened before.

"The world has reached a certain critical point at this time. As far as external forces are concerned, the corpses of demon gods are distributed around the mainland, pregnant with magic gas, and constantly demonize the creatures in the world; inside, the ancestral spirits wantonly ask for blood sacrifice, and the resentment has already condensed."

"If we want to change all this, we must solve it one by one, or even overthrow it all and start over again."

A faint light flashed in Chen Ming's eyes, and an invisible force twined around him.

He looked up at the sky.

In the sky, a source force was roaring and boiling, as if calling for his action.

"If you want to change the status quo slightly, it's enough for the priests to go south to preach."

"But if you want to completely change and completely redeem this world on the verge of collapse, you must step by step and overthrow everything that exists."

He looked at the body that could not move in front of him. Above, fruits with different shapes trembled gently under the common nourishment of the world source force and body, and were close to maturity.

It seemed to feel his consciousness approaching. Among them, several mature consciousness like children tried to get close to him, but they were separated by an invisible space. However, the same sense of closeness still stunned Chen Ming, and his eyes gradually softened.

He looked at his soul.

Level 4 souls are no different from ordinary people. They can even marry and have children, but they can't have children yet.

Sensing the cohesion of his body, Chen Ming smiled bitterly. Then, in the dark, a mysterious origin appeared, in which two gods were faintly condensed.

This is the true spirit, representing all the marks of a life and the most primitive source of life. As long as there is a trace of survival, it is possible to survive.

He felt his true spirit. It seemed that there were memories reappearing in his mind, which made him in a trance.

After a while, Chen Mingxin was cruel. Then, in the true spirit, the two gods suddenly lit up, and a strong and firm force slowly emerged, blessing on the true spirit.

With the emergence of this power, a slight crack began to appear on the true spirit, and then, in a broken sound, the true spirit suddenly became two halves.

Among them, the larger half, the two gods loomed, emitting bursts of light, slowly smoothed the scars on the true spirit, and gradually stabilized the two true spirits.

On the other hand, Chen Ming felt only the deepest pain, which made his face white and he couldn't help but step back. Hand quietly stroked his chest, as if something important was missing.

As the Divine Spirit sent out bursts of light and repaired the true spirit, Chen Ming slowly recovered, but his face was still pale and his breath was much weaker.

"Fortunately, he didn't fall out of level 4." he sighed slightly, feeling the breath of the original level 4 peak, and sighed a little.

Then, the split true spirit suddenly moved. I saw countless golden merits pouring out in the divine lattice, slowly nourishing the true spirit.

With the gradual consumption of merit, when it was nearly half consumed, Zhenling suddenly shook and recovered from the damage, in which there was a faint golden light of merit.

Then, following the induction, Chen Ming gently pushed the split true spirit. An ancient and simple deity in the body roared, and an invisible force shrouded it.

Along the long river of fate and the echo of the world, the true spirit disappeared in place and was swept away by a torrent.

In situ, seeing this scene, Chen Ming could no longer resist the fatigue from the source, and slowly retreated to his body to sleep.