Chapter 1501 Faith Hatching, Supporting the Gods!

Snow bandits?

Su Mo shook his head slightly. This is indeed a topic of discussion that he often hears since he came to this world.

From the priests to the slaves.

Everyone's fear of the snow bandits seems to have taken root in their bones, and they are terrified at the mention of them.

The reasons can be roughly divided into three points.

First, those who can become snow bandits are bloodthirsty and there are no rules that can restrain this group of people.

They are like locusts, moving, plundering, and fighting in the radiation cracks without scruples, never caring about the bad consequences of these bold behaviors.

And any tribe that is plundered basically cannot escape the fate of being disbanded or annexed by other tribes.

Second, there are priests in the snow bandits from time to time, and some people even say that the snow bandits are thugs raised by the Priest Affairs Office.

Any tribe that ignores the requirements of the Priest Affairs Office.

Without exception, they will be attacked by snow bandits after a while, and then hit from top to bottom.

Third, the Snow Bandits have no faith!

They never believe in the nameless, rootless, and undemanding "God".

Instead, they believe in some gods brought from Earth, or gods they created themselves.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is undoubtedly far from the truth.

Therefore, anyone who has anything to do with the Snow Bandits will not have any good results in the end.

Su Mo also doesn't want to have anything to do with the Snow Bandits. After all, he needs a firm faith organization more than anyone else to win the final battle of faith!

"God has a name, but they were not qualified to know the name of God in the past!"

Su Mo's speech sounded very unorthodox.

Thomas subconsciously wanted to refute, but everything that happened in the past few days flashed through his mind...

He suddenly fell silent.

If the candies distributed by Somo before could be explained by oracles, then several summoning magics were obviously beyond the scope and obviously did not belong to the category of oracle rewards.

Coupled with Somo's transformation before and after, all the changes were linked together, and Thomas really couldn't find how to refute.

Is he going to stick to his own opinion and think that 'God' is really nameless, rootless, and has no desires?

This is too stupid!

Because from the time humans acquired the gift of divine arts to the present, there has never been any evidence to prove this.

Now everyone's cognition is also spread by the super tribes and influenced by them.

It is very likely that the super tribes have long known the name of God and received more rewards.

"Chief, it's not that Thomas doesn't believe you, but how do you prove this?"

Thomas softened his tone and pointed outside the window, "I can believe it, but they..."

The meaning of this sentence is very clear.

The act of rashly launching the name of the gods is no different from the snow bandits, and it is very likely to cause chaos within the tribe.

If this point cannot be resolved, then there is no point in the two discussing more.

Including the surrounding tribes, it is possible that after hearing about this, they will regard the Fire Fist Tribe as a party of the snow bandits.

However, Su Mo's answer next surprised Thomas.

"Thomas, is your belief because others tell you that you believe it?"

"No, of course not." Thomas shook his head immediately.

He also established his faith after seeing the methods of the ‘god’ and receiving the grace of the god.

Before this, he had an ambiguous attitude towards the rumored gods. He just felt that most people believed in gods, and if he did not follow the faith, he would appear to be an outlier.

“So, we don’t need them to believe in the existence of the stone god now.”

Su Mo smiled, “Just wait and see, this tribe will soon change. The methods of the gods are not something you and I can figure out. If you and I need to force them to believe, then they are indeed no different from snow bandits.”

Hearing this, Thomas remained silent, but his heart was relieved of some vigilance.

Since there is no need for publicity, it avoids the possibility of being accused of being a snow bandit.

Even if the name of the stone god is exposed and causes trouble in the surrounding tribes, he can explain it.

Even worse, the strength of the fourth-level priest cannot make a group of first- and second-level priests quiet?

With the previous foreshadowing, even if Su Mo’s current behavior is nonsense, he decided to indulge this time.

However, the development of reality ultimately greatly exceeded Thomas’ expectations.

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That day

The sudden appearance of a statue in the Fire Fist Tribe did not attract much attention.

Even the slaves plundered from the Thunder Tribe did not have much curiosity to take a look.

Even if Su Mo had not specially cleared a shed as a shrine and held a simple shrine entry activity.

The residents of the Fire Fist Tribe would have thought that this statue was just a simple wood carving.

After all, it looks really... ordinary, like a work that would be carved by a newly-initiated carpenter.

The blurred figure, blurred face, and the material did not look unusual.

In addition, the act of worshipping statues can only be said to be commonplace in this era.

As long as there is no specific name and dogma, and it exceeds that layer of unspoken rules, there is no problem for individuals to worship statues in their own homes.

"Hey, fortunately we eat quickly and come early, it is much more comfortable to kneel here."

"Yes, yes, but it's a pity that you can only kneel for half an hour!"

It was late in the evening.

Two slaves who had just finished dinner entered the temple one after another and knelt in front of the statue.

They certainly did not come to worship this nameless statue, but took this opportunity to kneel here to rest.

Just after the morning temple activity ended, Su Mo announced that every resident of the Fire Fist Tribe would enjoy half an hour of faith time.

This naturally included slaves who had no "human rights" and had to work up to sixteen hours a day.

Now, as long as they kneel here, whether they believe or not, they can be exempted from half an hour of work.

For slaves who have been tired for many days, this is undoubtedly an extremely precious opportunity.

Kneeled for more than ten minutes.

The two slaves recovered a little and began to look around the temple curiously.

There was nothing special about this temple, which was not much different from the shed they lived in.

A large work table with a statue on it.

Two thatched mats were placed in front of the work table for visitors to kneel and worship.

"Hey, I say... this statue looks really strange. I suspect it was carved by the chief of the Fire Fist tribe when he wanted to learn carpentry and practiced."

"I didn't expect it to be placed here for us to admire during our rest time. It's really a bad taste."

Since there was nothing to distract the attention in the temple, the slave on the left had to stare at the statue for a long time.

But the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the statue was very awkward, and there was something wrong with it.

"Hush, Norman, don't say that. If the chief hears it, we will be in trouble!"

Raymond Brown, the slave on the right, was startled and reminded him quickly.

The Fire Fist tribe is completely different from other tribes around it. The chief here has a terrifyingly high status.

You should know that Thomas is a second-level priest, but he is also respectful to Sumo on weekdays. He never dares to cross the rules and behaves as honestly as ordinary residents.

When they were in the Benlei tribe, when the chief Qian Jin met the priest Mu Yun and Shadu, he was humble like a puppet, or simply put... like a slave!

"Oh, you are right, I am too stupid..."

Brooks Norman quickly changed his words, with obvious panic and annoyance flashing across his face, and immediately lowered his head.

If he was alone here talking to himself, it would be fine.

But the behavior of teasing the chief of the Fire Fist just now was really bold. If Brown exposed it, it would inevitably be a layer of skin.

"Statue, statue, I have worked so hard, please bless me that nothing will happen to me!"

Thinking of this, Norman had to stare at the statue in front of him and pray silently in his heart.

Half an hour passed in a flash.

There was a ringing bell outside the shrine, and the two had to rub their sore legs and bowed their heads to leave the shrine.

During the work at night, Norman felt very uneasy.

From time to time, he would raise his head to look at the door and Brown to confirm that no one came to trouble him.

However, from Brown's evasive eyes, he still realized something was wrong.

Is this guy going to tell Captain Huang about his bad words for credit?

After a day's work, Norman returned to the shed where he stayed.

That night, his sleep quality was very bad, and the nightmares almost never stopped.

Especially in the second half of the night, he would be startled and woke up from time to time, and his heart was beating fast.

In the morning, it was slightly bright.

Norman was the first to get up from the bed. He planned to atone for his stupidity with harder work.

But... things went against his wishes.

It was seven o'clock in the morning, breakfast time.

Just as the slaves were lining up with their bowls, the serious Captain Huang came to the front of the team.

"Who is Brooks Norman?"

Damn it!

Norman subconsciously looked at Brown, but saw that the other party's eyes were extremely evasive and he didn't dare to look at him at all.

Was he reported?

Norman was trembling with fear. He never thought that a brother from a tribe would be so ruthless.

That's right, slaves must have the consciousness of slaves.

From the moment they were abandoned by the Benlei tribe and then selected to join the Huoquan tribe, everyone must realize this.

From today on, they are no longer ordinary residents, but slaves without human rights!

Once other slaves slander their masters, there is only one way to go, which is to report and clear the responsibility.

Otherwise, if the master finds out, all slaves will be punished!

"I... I am!"

Norman finally raised his hand, but his trembling legs had betrayed him.

"Come with me, you are very brave, the patriarch wants to see you now."

Huang Xiangyu nodded unsmilingly, indicating that Norman did not need to line up and follow him.

Suddenly, the surrounding slaves finally came to their senses.

Everyone looked at Norman in horror, realizing that this might be the first unlucky slave to be executed.

These days, in order to prevent themselves from becoming the one whose prestige was established, all slaves have been working hard, fearing that they would be treated as the object of treatment.

But this day has finally come!

Norman took two steps, his legs and feet were so weak that he was almost supported by the guards.

Halfway through, when he saw the tribe leader's hut appear in his sight, he even had some incontinence.

"Why is it so smelly?"

The door of the hut was pushed open from the outside, and Norman was helped into the room by the guards, bringing with him a strong smell of urine and feces.

Su Mo took a look and frowned.

"Didn't I ask you to bring the man here? Why are you so scared?"

"Reporting to the chief, he is the one who has something on his mind and is so scared." The two guards said hurriedly.

"Tell me, what did you do in the shrine yesterday?"

"Ah!"

After the guard let go of his arm, Norman immediately fell to the ground and kowtowed to confess his guilt.

"Chief, chief, I was wrong, I am guilty, I deserve to die!"

"Please spare my life, I will never dare to do it again, I promise... I will never dare to do it again."

Before Su Mo could speak, Norman was scared to death and crawled on the ground and trembled constantly.

It is not a big crime to tease the chief, but that is for ordinary residents of the tribe.

For slaves, this is equivalent to having a rebellious mind and a rebellious heart, a serious crime, a capital crime!

"Be honest, I ask you to tell me, what did you do in the shrine yesterday?"

Su Mo winked, and the guard on the left understood and hurriedly said loudly.

Norman shuddered and said, "I... I teased the chief. I said that the statue was the chief's learning of wood carving, and it was placed... in the temple, which was very bad taste!"

Hiss.

The two guards took a breath... the stench.

This guy is so bold that he dared to openly question the chief's behavior.

He should be dragged out and executed a hundred times to let other slaves know what fear is?

However, what surprised the guards and shocked Norman was that.

Just as he finished speaking, Su Mo smiled and helped him up with his hands.

"Your name is Brooks Norman, right?"

"Ah, yes, yes, I am!" Norman could not react and had to respond instinctively.

"This matter was originally a capital crime, but God told me in a dream last night... Brooks Norman is a very bold man. He is different from other slaves and is likely to bring hope to the tribe. Let me reward this courage!"

Su Mo said with a sonorous and powerful voice.

Norman opened his mouth in surprise, his head blank.

He promised that even if this scene was a dream, he would never dare to imagine it so boldly.

However, the fantasy continued, and Su Mo continued.

"From today on, you are the captain of this slave team. I will give you certain rights, and of course you have to bear some responsibilities. Can you do it?"

This time, Norman was only stunned for a second, and then he immediately reacted and nodded heavily!

"Patriarch, you can rest assured that promoting Norman to be the captain will be one of your best decisions."

It must be said that Norman is really brave.

This also makes him the first to appear in the list of wishes for the statue, allowing Su Mo to seize the opportunity.

"At the same time, I hope you can understand that everything today is not given to you by me, but by God. It is he who witnessed your bravery and courage."

After Su Mo finished speaking, he pointed in the direction of the shrine.

Norman showed a surprised look, but still cooperated and followed.

"Praise God, praise the patriarch!"

The goal was achieved. Seeing the game prompt flashing in front of him, Norman's level of faith has reached the level of a fanatic.

Su Mo nodded in satisfaction, signaling the two guards to take him away.

Through what happened to Norman, it has been proven that his idea is correct.

Faith can be cultivated and incubated and improved through special methods.

Then what about the object of faith?

Of course, starting with Norman, he wants to make the stone god a true god through miracles again and again!

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