Chapter 172： God of the Internet, I am atonement for you!

"I created the Internet age in the wizarding world (

The steppe barbarians invaded the border again.

For Harriman citizens, especially border citizens, this kind of thing is not uncommon.

Those steppe demons living in the great northwest of the Harriman Mountains try to bypass the Harriman Mountains every winter and rush in to plunder supplies and population.

It can be said that if you are wide, you follow the animals, shooting animals and animals for their livelihood, and if you are in a hurry, people learn to fight and attack to invade!

But what is strange is that it is the spring when everything is resurrected, and the grassland tribe should be busy chasing cattle and sheep to chase pasture. Why did they suddenly commit a crime?

Harriman leader Moritz couldn't figure it out.

However, this has little to do with him.

His family is located in the hinterland of Harriman Territory. Although there are occasional escaped borderers coming over every winter, under the protection of the great Dark Night God, it is impossible for those terrifying steppe barbarians to fight over.

He firmly believes this!

As the sun sets, among the stacked buildings in the city, the smoke is poking into the sky, and the setting sun is like blood.

The old hunter Moritz sat in the yard, taking advantage of the afterglow, sharpening the hatchet.

"Dad, hurry up and pack things, the prairie barbarians are about to call!"

Moritz's only son, Mo Charlie, rushed into the yard with a look of horror.

"What nonsense? We are one hundred and eight thousand miles away from the Harriman Mountains, so the prairie barbarians can't even put their wings on?" Moritz scolded with a stern face.

"Dad, why do people use wings? They have a teleportation array? Do you know that a teleportation array? It's said on the Internet that Bronte has fallen! If you don't run, you will talk about us sooner or later." Mo Charlie said quickly.

"What? Online? You **** went online again? Didn't you hear what the priest said? That is a sorcery. It will devour human souls little by little, and it will die. How can you go to heaven without a soul?"

The old hunter Moritz looked furious.

"Dad, that's not a witchcraft, the big guys are all using it, it's okay."

"You **** dare to quibble, don't think it is my son, I dare not send you to the Temple of Dark Night!"

Moritz flew into a thunder, and pointed to his son's nose to intimidate!

Speaking of this network, Moritz hated the **** of the gods and the **** of the Internet very much in his heart.

The priest is right. This year's wicked scene must have been brought by the **** of the gods and the gods of the Internet!

The pieces of paper falling from the sky were like ghosts in the sky, it was terrible.

"Dad! You have been cheated. The Internet will not swallow human souls at all. It consumes soul power. Just like a magician releases magic, this soul power will slowly rise back."

"Huh? Consume the soul? You still know that when the soul is consumed, the soul is consumed. How can it rise back?"

Mo Charlie looked at his father's stubborn appearance, anxious like ants on a hot pot.

Regardless of Pluto and the Internet spreading flyers across the multiverse, the actual number of users is still very limited compared to the huge population base of the multiverse.

The gods are not a joke about the years of hard work in their mission areas.

A set of "atonement", "going to the kingdom of God after death", "doomsday" and the like are washed away, and there are not a few mad believers.

In particular, most of the leaders are not literate at all, the spiritual world is extremely scarce, the recognition ability is poor, and the channels for obtaining information are only the mouth of the archon and the temple.

Therefore, as long as they speak not too ridiculously, the logic is a little self-consistent, and they conform to their folk science thinking, natural people will naturally believe in what they say.

In fact, even if it is the blue star of the information explosion, there are fewer things like this?

"Boom!"

A terrible explosion suddenly came from the city, interrupting the argument between Moritz and Mocharlie and his son.

The father and son looked at each other!

"It's not good, it must be the prairie barbarians who have come in. Hurry, pack up and run!"

"Impossible! The Temple of Night will protect us!" Moritz looked unbelievable.

Mo Charlie is almost crazy!

How do you stand on this extremely stubborn old man?

"Huh—"

The sharp eagle call finally brought the father and son's argument to fruition.

They looked up and saw dozens of huge eagles hovering in the sky over the city, swooping down from time to time, attacking important targets.

When the eagle flies sideways, you can still see the air cavalry riding on its back!

They are the steppe gods-flying eagle cavalry!

"run!"

The father and son looked at each other, never quarreling anymore, plunged into the house and cleaned up.

When they finished cleaning up and rushed out of the house, the city was completely messed up!

There are civilians fleeing for their lives everywhere!

Everyone either pushed the scooter, pedaled a bicycle, or even carried a hand on their shoulders, fleeing frantically.

In this and chaotic situation, some people simply took advantage of the fire and robbed them, especially those riding bicycles, which almost became the first choice.

Some bicycles even changed several owners at the fingertips.

Some people are even more desperate not to run for their lives at all, but to beat and humiliate women in the street!

In the chaos, the Moritz father and son ran desperately.

When they finally rushed to the gate of the city, deathly despair enveloped them.

At the gate of the city, the prairie barbarians were riding unicorn horses, looking at them greedily, as if they were looking at an ownerless lamb.

Looking up, the battle on the wall has not yet been extinguished, and magic, vindictiveness, and magic are blooming in it.

But these have nothing to do with Moritz and his son.

The gate was blocked, which meant that their escape route was completely cut off.

Countless prairie cavalry rushed up with machete. They slashed and killed civilians at will, demonstrating force and terror, and drove the crowd toward the center of the city.

More cavalry dismounted and rushed into the alleys to search for property and even the population.

"Don't panic, don't panic, the Temple of Dark Night will save us, and the Temple of Dark Night will save us." Moritz was muttered among the crowded crowd.

He seems to be comforting his son, but in fact he is more comforting himself.

Mocharlie walked staggeringly, desperate.

The Internet opened up his vision and increased his knowledge, but at this time it brought him despair.

Because he knew that they were over.

The city’s magical shield has not been opened, which means that the church may have been attacked and the city’s most powerful force has fallen.

When they are driven to the center of the city, as soon as the teleportation formation opens, all of them will become slaves to the steppe barbarians!

No one will save them, and they cannot be saved.

The Bei'ai prairie is too big, and the prairie tribes live by water and grass. They gather into millions of heroes, and they are scattered into tribes of various parties. No one can find them except the **** of the prairie.

In fact, Mo Charlie guessed it right.

When they were driven to the center of the city by the terrifying steppe barbarians, a portal had already risen.

Piles of civilians were pushed into the teleportation array.

The crowd was boiling, screaming, and horrified. Countless people backed desperately, but in exchange their compatriots pushed forward desperately.

No one wants to become a slave to the steppe barbarians!

Even if it is a minute and a second, it is good.

"No, no...The Temple of Dark Night will save us..." Moritz looked at this scene, and collapsed with more horror. He shook his head desperately, praying for the Temple of Dark Night.

In fact, there are many people who act like him.

"Shut up! The Temple of Dark Night will not save us. The God of Dark Night is the true evil god. Apart from disasters, what does he bring to us? Ah?"

"Also, why don't you listen to me? If you listen to me, we might have escaped from the city by now?"

Mocharlie broke down, and he yelled at his father.

Moritz was stunned, his lips trembled, and he rarely reprimanded his son with his father's dignity.

He glanced around blankly.

At the edge of the crowd, more and more people were dragged out of the alley by the prairie barbarians and pushed into the crowd.

The few magicians and fighters who broke out were quickly killed.

In the sky, the eagle hovered, staring at every corner of the city.

He didn't see any shadow in the Temple of the Night, where he devoutly believed. So far, Moritz collapsed.

The crowd is pushing!

"Great night god, save us!"

"God, save us!"

The sound of prayer and pleading in the crowd came and went one after another.

At first, there were people praying to the **** of night, but slowly there was a noise in the crowd.

Some people began to use "gods" to refer to all the gods who could save them.

Someone remembered all the gods they knew.

"God of the Internet, please, save us!"

There are even people who think of the **** of the Internet.

"The God of the Internet?"

Mocharlie laughed at himself as he listened to the noise in his ears.

This is Harriman, how can the Internet God care about them?

However, as long as there is the Internet, he still has a chance.

——There is only one thought left in his mind: After being captured by the steppe barbarians, he must try to live, use the Internet, practice magic, and find a chance to escape.

Slowly, Moritz and Mocharlie were pushed to the front of the transmission array, just as they were about to be swallowed by the transmission array.

Moritz suddenly closed his eyes and shouted: "God of the Internet, save us, I am atonement for you, I should not slander you!"

The sound just fell.

"Boom—"

A weird sound came from under my feet, like the sound of stones falling into the water.

In Moritz's consternation, countless people fell into the ground like dumplings.

"This is... This is the fourth natural disaster. The God of the Internet is here to save us!"

There was a scream of ecstasy from the crowd.

Moritz, who also fell into the ground, was completely stunned, and his eyes suddenly blurred in the next moment.