Haotian plane, small world.
The magic reduction unit that once controlled the world has now become history and has disappeared throughout the world.
As an indigenous deity's means to control the human world, the magic reduction unit was cleansed with emphasis, and almost no fish leaked the net.
Anyone who believes in the six main gods should either believe in the God of Justice or be directly cleaned up.
For these demons, the Temple of Justice will never be softened.
Compared with ordinary believers, monks who descend from the magic are more dangerous, after all, they possess extraordinary power.
However, the world has changed. The monk who originally relied on his power to stun the world was not an opponent of the monk in the city, and was killed in every battle.
Therefore, even if there are many unwilling, but most of the monks who sent demons finally chose to convert to the **** of justice.
In fact, this is not too difficult to accept. Selecting the main **** of faith is originally the freedom of the monk to lower the magic.
However, most of the time, they will be affected by people around them to form a group spontaneously.
Now, serving the Lord of Justice is equivalent to re-selecting once. After the six Lord Gods have betrayed believers, it seems that it is no longer difficult to choose.
What is the use of such a spiritual belief when the believer is in the most critical time without any help?
According to the Temple of Justice, the six principal gods first shamelessly attacked the God of Justice and then betrayed all believers.
The purpose of their doing so was to destroy the whole world and then start a new era.
This kind of behavior does not deserve to be called the righteous god, and it must be cleared away. If it is allowed to continue to exist, the whole world will fall into the end.
At the same time, the Temple of Justice claimed that the six major gods and thieves would not die, and they would likely make a comeback and destroy the world.
With the unswerving propaganda of the Temple of Justice, believers in the God of Justice increasingly believe in this statement, hate the Six Lords and treat them as evil gods.
Believers who are forced to change their faith are more and more puzzled, doubting that the Temple of Justice is telling the truth.
Otherwise, why have n’t the six main gods responded so far?
However, secretly, there are still many believers who firmly believe in the six major gods. They try various methods and try to get the response of the six major gods.
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In the secluded valley, a dozen thatched houses are hidden.
Under several big trees, a platform built with gravel and logs was filled with various tributes.
The tribute was a bit bloody, clearly a human limb organ, and was placed in various containers.
Six stone slabs were set up on the altar, and the symbols of the six main gods were outlined with blood, and there was a series of small runes next to it.
Dozens of men and women in black robes were kneeling in front of the altar at the moment, and they kept saying something.
The tone of the scripture is strange, with a special rhythm, and the air is constantly vibrating.
Unconsciously, the blood-colored runes on the slate began to appear bright, and at the same time, strands of black gas floated from the sacrifice.
Seeing this scene, the front-most white-haired bishop was shaking with excitement, and he began to recite the scriptures aloud, while continually bowing to the altar in front.
Seeing this, the male and female followers were so excited that they burst into tears, as if their lifelong dreams had finally come true.
After waiting so long and paying so much hard work, the **** finally responded.
Unconsciously, the blood-colored runes on the slate became brighter, and the black gas emanating from the offerings also increased.
A black spot suddenly appeared above the altar, sucking all the black gas into it, and then it kept expanding.
It didn't take long for the offerings on the table to turn to ashes. After losing the black gas offering, the fist-sized vortex would no longer expand.
Seeing this, the bishop immediately yelled anxiously: "Hurry up, go to the sacrifice, or the channel of the **** world cannot be opened!"
The male and female believers below looked at each other, but felt a little embarrassed. They had killed all the villagers who had been secretly caught. Where can I find a living person as a sacrifice at this moment?
Seeing the hesitant men and women, a flash of madness flashed in the eyes of the white-haired bishop, and he suddenly pulled out a pistol and pulled the trigger at the believer's brows behind him.
"boom!"
The crisp gunshot awakened the hesitant crowd. They looked at the white-haired bishop with a twisted expression, as if looking at a devil.
Just as they were shocked, the white-haired bishop's revolver kept firing, and all five bullets were fired.
The five believers fell to the ground with shock and despair in their faces, and they did not expect to lose their lives in this way.
"Just throw the offering up, don't hesitate, otherwise you will miss the opportunity!"
Hearing the roar of the white-haired bishop, the shocked believer immediately returned to God and moved all five corpses to the altar.
Five bodies of black gas continued to emerge from the corpses, just as they did at the beginning, and were sucked into the slowly expanding vortex.
However, the absorption speed of the vortex is obviously more than several times faster.
It didn't take long for the vortex to become the size of a human head, but the five bodies on the altar had become ashes.
"The sacrifice is not enough. Hurry up and continue. This is our only opportunity and we must not miss it anyway!"
The white-haired bishop widened his eyes and yelled back at the crowd again, only to see the faces filled with fear.
Although they are fanatics, they are not willing to lose their lives in vain, because they still have to fight with the gods and receive gifts to enter the kingdom of God.
It's not like it is now, it will be like garbage after being killed.
"What are you doing? Is it because of fear that shrinks, how can such weakness be worthy of being a slave to the gods!"
While the white-haired bishop roared, he drew a short sword from his waist and chopped away at the believers around him.
When they saw the white-haired bishop who was as strong as a wind demon, the believers fled aside, for fear of being killed by the bishop with a sword.
Still others pulled out their arms and looked around vigilantly, fearing that they would be attacked by their peers.
At this moment, a gunshot came and a male believer was hit in the chest and looked at his girlfriend with an incredible face.
The female believer held the pistol with trembling hands, twisted madness flashed in her eyes, and shouted with a sharp voice: "Don't blame me, you are sacrificed for the return of the gods to the world, I just helped you achieve your wish. "
The male figure slumped to the ground, constantly exuding black gas, looking at his girlfriend who justified his behavior, with a distorted expression and despair.
"puff!"
A sharp dagger suddenly scratched the female believer's neck, and red blood splashed everywhere.
The female believer narrowed her eyes, pulled the trigger before death, and the bullets kept firing on those flustered believers next to her.
After hitting the last particle bomb, the female believer tried to reach out and catch her boyfriend, but she saw the indifferent indifference in the eyes of the other person.
"Ha ha……"
The believer's mouth and eyes flew into the thick black smoke like asphalt, which kept flowing into the vortex, and she quickly transformed into a skull.
The volume of the vortex is still expanding rapidly.
The white-haired bishop was crazy, and kept waving his short sword to slay the believers, surrounded by blood and corpses.
"Even if we all die, it is not enough to absorb the vortex. It is best to get it to a place with many people so that the channel of the kingdom of God can really open!"
Seeing the white-haired bishop rushing towards himself, a believer roared loudly, while constantly avoiding.
The white-haired bishop heard the words for a moment, and he looked at the black corpse on the ground, and then at the believers who fled around.
"You're right, you really need to find more people!"
The white-haired bishop suddenly realized, turned and rushed to the whirlpool, then reached out and grabbed the past.
The moment he touched the vortex, his arms and shoulders quickly withered and became like corpses.
Eyes, ears, nose and nose emit black gas, which is continuously absorbed by the vortex, and the whole person becomes like a ghost.
The white-haired bishop didn't care, he made a giggling laugh and shouted the names of the six main deities, then flew off the ground and headed for the city ahead.