Chapter 675 Divinity (Part 1)

The mayor was sitting alone, and the lamp was burning in the room, illuminating the gold coins on the table.

The rain outside the window is getting louder and crackling. A few dazzling flashes of lightning flashed across, illuminating a tree, on which several hanged figures floated.

Another flash of lightning illuminated a person's face. That was the innkeeper Litton.

Barony of Sarante

At the same time, the priests and lords of the temple, as well as representatives of the warriors, were also gathering.

Pastor, take your seats. Representatives of warriors stand on the left and right, and only knights have seats. There are currently no locations for them.

Several mages are also waiting.

They waited for the convener, Bishop Churongpa and Haboba.

Moments later, Bishop Kanrongpa and Haboba appeared in the temple in white robes.

Bishop Kanrongpa looked around.

"I have a very sad news to announce to everyone. Pastor Hambo, who we sent to preach in Simon's Town, and the most devout believer, Riton, died."

"Simon's Town is where the miracle of our lord is located, and it must also be our natural territory, but it is undoubtedly a shame for us to have such a thing happen."

"Lord Haboba, on behalf of the church, I request you to punish those heretics."

"Bishop Kanrongpa, your request is the order of God. I will do everything in my power to eliminate heresy and spread the glory of God Romon." Haboba bowed solemnly and accepted the order with piercing eyes.

Autumn goes to winter, winter goes to spring, the people of Sarant Barony have exceeded 700, and in the past six months, two more villages have been conquered and led into the glory of God.

"Then, tomorrow morning, the troops will be dispatched!"

The next day, at noon, the army arrived in Simon's Town. Everyone was on the hill, looking down.

Simon's Town is fortified.

Although these fortifications are very simple and rough, they are neat and tidy.

The fence was actually made of bricks, and the wooden piles inserted obliquely made the fence stronger.

Pointing towards the wall.

Haboba said: "This city wall is not bad!"

"Yes, my lord. The defense of this town is not bad. There are still militias inside, and hundreds of militiamen can be mobilized to fight when it is critical." Pastor Feibite said.

"Don't worry, under the guidance of God. We can destroy all enemies, Johnson, what do you think?"

At this time, Johnson was wearing leather armor and was tall. He led the cavalry and followed behind. Hearing the lord's words, he replied respectfully: "Your wish is my order."

Haboba nodded very satisfied: "Then, according to the original plan, I will blast open the gate, the cavalry will attack and kill, and the priest will treat it."

Now priests basically only have level 2 or 3. Such priests are almost useless for direct combat, but they can be used for healing.

"Yes, my lord!"

With an order, hundreds of riders rushed straight down like a flood. Halfway through, the guards of the town noticed it and immediately rang the alarm bell. And started pulling the drawbridge.

The alarm bell rang, and the town was in chaos. Some militiamen hurriedly threw away their work and went back to take their weapons.

Haboba remained unmoved, ready to fireball.

Although it is difficult to control a spell while riding, he only needs a fireball.

The suspension bridge made a sound, moved slowly, got up slowly, and the cavalry also charged to the hundred meters

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The militiamen in the town were rejoicing. As long as the drawbridge was lifted, the city wall would be enough to stop the cavalry. After a while, the armed militiamen would arrive.

At this moment, with a "boom", the suspension bridge, which was halfway up, exploded violently. With another bang, he fell down.

"Get in!" Haboba called. But he pulled the horse's head.

Johnson at the back raised his long sword high, crossed Haboba directly, and crashed into the suspension bridge.

Blood spurts. The two militiamen were immediately beheaded by the long sword, and for a while, the militiamen on the opposite side staggered and rolled down one after another.

"Get in!" The cavalry behind penetrated into the city wall one after another.

"Anyone who dares to stand will be killed." Johnson said sharply.

War is war, full of killing, blood and death.

And at this time Johnson. Already rushed up. The two militiamen who had just turned around from the street were splashed with blood almost instantly, but the next moment. A stout man jumped up.

"Boom!" There was a loud sound of metal clashing. Johnson's horse neighed, and even staggered back a step.

"Town Guard Captain Seki?" Johnson immediately remembered the information. The long sword in his hand almost dropped just now, and the tiger's mouth was dripping with blood.

Seki was wearing leather armor, but he was holding a giant club in his hand, similar to a mace. He didn't speak, and rushed towards Johnson with a "thump".

Tuo Sen also rode his horse and jumped on it, immediately. The battle is on.

However, Seki suddenly "dropped his head and let out a beast-like grunt. Johnson followed his gaze and saw a black hole sprayed with plasma suddenly appearing on his chest.

The man stood there for a few seconds, then fell to the ground with a bang.

"Johnson, don't get entangled, don't let the militia organize." Those who gave the order... Only, his finger is a warrior with magical fire and no leather armor, and he will die with one blow.

Johnson responded: "Yes, my lord!"

It was a pity to look at the militia captain. He led the cavalry and continued to kill.

In fact, if all the militiamen were concentrated, they could still fight, but up to now, the militiamen have not been concentrated. Dozens of militiamen sporadically took out weapons from their houses, and the only result was that they were repeatedly beheaded by the cavalry.

A flame burst out. Smoke billowed.

Huboba roared: "Quick, suppress the town. Don't let the fire burn the town down."

Bishop Kanrongpa had no other place to go. He came to the tree in the center of the town. On the tree, several people were hanging dangling on the ropes. torment.

"You all died for God, and you will rest in God's heaven." Bishop Kan Rongpa said silently, waving his hand. Naturally, someone went up and cut the rope.

At this time, someone fetched water, not caring about the blood and urine smell of the corpse, which is the inevitable thing for the hanged, and cleaned them one by one.

Someone took out a white cloth and spread it on the ground. Bishop Kanrongpa personally put the corpses on them one by one.

Specially prepared holy water began to be sprinkled on the corpse, and the priest sang psalms in praise of God in a low voice.

Even after cleaning. But there are still rotting and foul-smelling corpses, and after being wiped with holy water, the skin even heals.

After Bishop Kanrongpa prayed, it is said that he received the divine will. As long as he is a believer, no matter how rich or poor he was, he will receive such blessings when he dies and is baptized. This is also one of the main tasks of the pastor.

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"They died for God and will receive double blessings." Bishop Kanrongpa said, taking out a special ointment and applying it to the corpse. At this time, the skin on the surface of the corpse even became rosy, and the tongue that had been protruded also retracted. A few people, just like falling asleep.

At this time, the killing noise in the town gradually subsided.

"Bishop Kanrongpa, the mayor who killed our devout believers, and the priests were brought here." Johnson led the team himself. A group of people were crying. was driven under a tree.

Bishop Kanrongpa was expressionless: "Our Lord is the god of nature and punishment, and those who harm our Lord's believers will be punished. Kill, kill them all, right in front of the martyrs."

"Yes, my lord!"

"No, I am Priest Sudarin, the priest of Goddess Xifilan, you will be punished by the goddess..." Priest Sudarin cried, and the next moment, the long sword fell, the head flew out, and blood spattered.

Dozens of people were beheaded on the spot, but Bishop Kanrongpa remained expressionless. He asked, "Have any of our soldiers died?"

"My lord. Yes, seven were killed.

"They also died for God, and we want to bless them."

At this moment, there was a commotion in the town, and many townspeople were driven out. They had become captives. Under the order of the conqueror, they would leave this town and go to a strange land.

All wealth is looted, and the wealth of a town is no small matter.

", Barony of Sarante, Temple

In front of the tall statue of Romon, a holy light emanated from the altar, and several souls were bathed in it.

Under the shower of the holy light, the original gray soul, the dark and distorted parts, gradually unfolded and turned into a ball of light. Of course, each soul has a different degree of acceptance, and several souls have only obtained basic repairs. There are a few souls, but they are as pure as crystal.

That's the soul of a devout Christian, too.

The pastor who stayed behind could see this and smiled.

In this world, most of the gods are actually not true gods. Being able to receive this treatment already shows that God Romon is generous, powerful, and has some divinity. It will even directly devour the soul. to increase strength.

As pastors, many people actually know that the belonging of the soul is not so beautiful.

Those divine beings have condensed a vortex of faith to accumulate and expand divinity. They not only absorb faith to refine, but there are many divine beings. It even directly devours the souls of believers to extract divinity.

This is almost instinct, only when enough divinity is accumulated, can the divine fire be ignited and become a true immortal.

Priests can actually see that many gods in this world have darkness, cruelty, blood, and evil in their brilliance. This is enjoying blood sacrifice. The inevitable result of directly devouring the soul of one's own believers.

Therefore, in this world, the relationship between gods and priests can only be said to be fear and trade, and it is difficult to talk about true piety.

Of course, the true god is different, but even if there is a foreign true god, due to the particularity of this misty plane, it is impossible for it to directly connect the soul to the kingdom of God.

Only every once in a while, send envoys to receive them.

In front of my eyes, the holy light on the altar is pure and untainted, without the slightest sin, with a natural fragrance. And deep and endless.

This made the priest bow his head deeply and offer his piety to God.

"My lord is the real god, not those evil gods. There is no doubt about this. Only such a god is worthy of our pursuit." (To be continued)