Chapter 824: Attack (Part 2)

The god of the ocean, Rick, is a young god who has existed for no more than two hundred years.

It controls the coastal fishery.

Two hundred years ago, it was first worshipped in a small fishing village. As time went by, several nearby fishing villages worshiped it. Generations of believers have been transformed into the Dysonlin Corridor for hundreds of years.

Dysonlin is on a peninsula and basically only has contact with the Salante. In fact, this territory is quite good, but because it is developed too late, the foundation is not very stable at present.

A coastal fishing village, the temple of Rick is not big, maintaining a poor and peaceful life that is basically self-sufficient.

At this time, hundreds of cavalry had occupied the village.

It seems to be God's wrath.

"Boom" lightning and thunder tear through the quiet night, and heavy rainstorms are overwhelming...

"Those who abandon their weapons will not be killed." The cavalry shouted. The men who dared to resist in the village were executed on the spot and all fell into blood. Others, etc., had to kneel down on the ground.

Bishop Kanrongpa swept around and found that this was a big village with about 300 people.

"Is there any resistance?" Bishop Kanrongpa listened to the movements in the village. At this time, the sound of killing had slowly stopped, but it had not yet been completely settled.

"Yes, there are still several priests and warriors in the Temple of Lake!" A priest waited for a moment, then came back to report and said, "In a moment, the battle will end."

There was a loud bang in the sky, and another thunder sounded, and Bishop Kanrongpa smiled disdainfully.

"...Biography, the temple has been cleared, and a total of sixteen enemies have been executed on the spot." After a moment, a soldier came to report, his tone was full of pride.

"Very good, take them all to the temple."

"Yes, Lord Bishop!" After a moment, all three hundred people were driven to the temple, and Bishop Kanrongpa looked at it with his eyes narrowed.

The holy light in the temple has not yet been extinguished, and the pseudo-god Rek still possesses this holy land - every temple is a holy land of gods.

"Listen, as long as you are willing to abandon your God, spit on it, and swore to convert to the great God of Anlomon, you will be redeemed." A pastor shouted.

"This is blasphemy, and God Rek will bring his anger to your heads!" At this moment, an old man shouted.

There was no need to ask again, the soldier rushed up.

"Hang him!" the bishop said coldly.

Two soldiers, one of whom grabbed the old man's hair, and one of them put a rope on it, then pulled it without hesitation, and the old man suddenly swayed on the gallows. After a moment, his tongue stretched out... He was dead.

"Next!"

The second person pointed out, his face turned pale. He hesitated for a moment. Seeing that the two soldiers were about to come forward and pull him out, he immediately started crying: "No, I am willing to spit on the god of Rek and convert to the god of Romon."

He ran up crying and spat at Rick God.

The outsiders did not notice it, but Bishop Kanrongpa felt that the moment the saliva sprayed, the faint holy light on the altar jumped and weakened.

"Next!" Bishop Kanrongpa shouted.

At this moment, another man cursed: "May God Rek descend upon your heads!"

"No!" There was a woman in the team crying, holding the child tightly.

The two soldiers pulled him to the gallows without hesitation, put their necks around, and pulled them violently. The middle-aged man was swaying on the gallows.

Due to his strong vitality, he struggled desperately on the gallows and died ten minutes later.

Three hundred people were breathless and watched him die little by little.

"Next!" Bishop Kanrongpa said.

"No, I am willing to spit on God Rek and convert to God Romon." Before the soldiers came forward, someone was crying.

One after another, people came forward and cursed. As more and more people surrendered, the altar was already spitting everywhere, and the holy light became weaker and weaker.

More and more cracks appeared on the statue of God. When the last believer cursed him, he heard a "boom" sound, and the statue suddenly collapsed, and the entire holy light was completely extinguished.

"Praise my Lord, you are the true God on the earth." Bishop Kanrongpa said in prayer.

Almost at the same time, a similar scene happened in every village.

Dyson Forest City, main temple hall.

The area of ​​this hall is very huge, and the center is a huge and complex magic array.

In the center of the magic circle is an altar, which is full of blood and blood.

Behind the altar, a two-meter-high statue stands.

Obviously, this statue is Rek, the god of the ocean.

At this moment, a group of priests were gathering in the hall. They prayed devoutly, and commanded the low-level priests to pull several girls to the altar.

A priest took out a dagger, sank skillfully, and inserted it into the girl's heart!

A stream of blood spurted high and flowed into the blood lake of the altar.

The eyes of the statue lit up.

The prayers of believers and pastors became more and more high.

"No!"

A mysterious space, this is a small and narrow land, so small that it is only about a few thousand square meters, and in the distance, there are illusory and unreal waves.

There is a huge building on this land. If someone sees it, he will find that it is exactly the same as the temple outside.

The huge corridor is formed by stone pillars. There is no sun in the space, but light is emitted from the stone pillars. These dark lights merge to shine on the space. The wind is extremely gloomy and looming, and are a group of ghosts.

These poor ghosts wandered in this space, roaring in pain from time to time.

Inside the hall is a huge altar, which is smaller than the huge altar.

"No!" The man on the throne moaned in pain.

In the distance, about sixty stone pillars were extinguished one after another, and darkness gradually enveloped this small area.

The people on the throne are incredibly painful.

When every stone pillar was extinguished, it felt clearly that its body was collapsing and exploding, and complete death was right in front of its eyes...

Finally, except for the largest stone pillar, all stone pillars have been extinguished.

The entire area has entered the darkness, with only two light sources.

One is the largest stone pillar, which is the area of ​​Dyson Forest City, and the other is the man on the throne.

The man on the throne gasped in pain. Its body, which had light golden skin and strong brilliance, now quickly developed wrinkles and his hair turned white quickly.

Now it is an old man.

"No!" The man moaned, all the past events hit his heart.

He is not a legend, but a level 4 warrior, once a relatively wealthy captain, who was drowned in the sea.

By some coincidence, his soul did not die.

Although he was dead, his family continued to prosper and grow. Every family sacrifice would bring him the power of hunger.

Once, a ghost attacked the fishing boat, and its descendants were among them.

It pounced on it in anger. After a fight, it killed the ghosts in the sea and devoured it. It was surprised to find that its power had increased.

As it preyed, cleared the ghosts along the coast, the benevolent fishermen gradually worshiped it, and over time it became stronger and, fifty years later, it obtained the mysterious altar of this area.

The altar gave it great power, and ten years later, the first magic was produced.

The name of the god of the ocean, Rick, began to spread. A hundred years later, the city of Dyson Forest began to be built, with more and more believers, and the village developed to 60, with 30,000 people.

Everything is so beautiful... It thinks that its dream will continue.

It began to pay attention to other territories.

However, all of this was destroyed.

"Boom!" A roar came from afar.

The man on the throne looked up suddenly: "No, it's the divine dragon, that divine dragon is here again."

The last time I defeated the dragon was relying on 30,000 faiths and altars, but now he has grown old and he feels exhausted. As a new god who has only been two hundred years old, he has truly gained the power of faith of 30,000 people for no more than fifty years.

The lack of knowledge of the New God also made him feel pitiful that he had really accumulated less power.

"Boom!" Another dragon roared and breathed, the space swayed violently, and the man showed fear.

This space is actually the space formed by the ground temple and the altar, and it is the same as attacking the outside.

"No, no, I don't want to die, I don't want to die." The man gasped, hugged his head, hid on the throne, closing his ears and not listening to the anxious prayers of the believers outside.

The sound of killing and praying are constantly transmitted from outside, but are constantly weakening.

Gradually, the voice became weaker.

The man finally raised his head blankly, his eyes showing madness.

"No, I can't own it, nor can I give it to you. There is no altar. It depends on how you merge two territories. Haha, it will take at least fifty years to generate a new altar!"

His eyes showed red light, and he suddenly started to laugh wildly. With the crazy laugh, his body quickly changed.
To be continued...