Chapter 930 Church

The center of the Fleira plane is a mountain that has been cut in half. There is only one conspicuous and grand luxury building in the huge cross-section of the entire lush mountain. This is a huge church built with exquisite ashlar. , the area ten times larger than the general kingdom palace and the location on the peak are enough to prove the lofty status of this church in such a small plane, and the solemn religious atmosphere and the gods' emblems all over the gorgeous decorations It is enough to prove how devout the believers in this church are.

If one passes through a formal divine barrier, a curious believer with faith can walk into the church, and then he will find that the inside of this gorgeous religious building is even more majestic and magnificent than the outside.

The church is full of tranquility and pious atmosphere. In the light refracted by the stained glass and the lights of hundreds of candles, the solemn atmosphere transformed from the ancient precipitation of time surrounds the whole body. The spacious and tall hall and the dark golden The ceilings reflect each other, and every decoration detail is full of artistic atmosphere, all reflecting the wealth of the "God". The decorative counters in the church display the art about the "true God". Among the collections on display, exquisite goldware is the most eye-catching. A priest's apprentice in the sacrificial robe of the god ship worships in the church whispers, walks quietly, and infects each other. Devotional atmosphere and state of mind.

At this moment, at the end of the long corridor of the church, a group of priest apprentices with fanatical expressions are praying under the leadership of a young and beautiful official-level female priest. The statue of the majestic man, obviously, the image of the warrior displayed on the statue is the god worshiped by this church, and even the entire Fleira plane——Atdylan!

After expressing his faith through a series of tedious ritual actions, the beautiful official-level priest put his hands together and chanted a devout prayer verse with an ethereal voice:

"O great god of hurricanes, rainstorms and frosts, the stars are dimmed by your brilliance.

Great hunter of the thunderstorm dragon, your strength is unquenchable in the gale.

You are the Supreme Being, the One of the Ones, the Eternal of the Eternals.

Your unscrupulousness is justified, just as human beings are supposed to eat lamb.

Your order cannot be violated, just as the sun must rise every day and set every day.

We sincerely praise you, yearn for the smooth progress of the inheritance of faith, and yearn for the shadow of heresy to disappear, year after year, day after day, as always, unchanged..."

The pious words are slowly conveyed in the mouth of the beautiful female priest like a song, and it is like a clear spring flowing on the stone moss. It is not difficult to see that her belief is as pious as her words, and the beautiful vision in her heart is as pious as her. His devotion goes into his prayers.

"There has been no heresy for a long time. Almost everyone on the entire Fleila plane has become a believer in the great true god. Although the speed of belief in the true god has slowed down a lot since the revision of the doctrine 30,000 years ago, but in Thanks to the efforts of many companions, the glory of the hurricane has finally covered every corner of Fleila!"

After reciting the psalm, the female priest whose eyes were full of fanaticism couldn't help but raised her head to look at the statue exuding pale brilliance and muttered to herself.

As far as she knew, the missionaries of the "Hurricane Cult" who entered the plane of Fuleira 30,000 years ago still followed that set of ancient teachings. Blood sacrifice, massacre, and torture were the mainstream missionary methods during that time, because the entire There are very few formal-level professionals on the barren Fleila plane, so the Hurricane God Sect, which relies on the "True God", used to spread faith rapidly by various iron-blooded means.

However, just over 25,000 years ago, Art Dillon, the god of hurricanes, suddenly issued an oracle during the most prosperous period of faith, and the revised teachings replaced the original creeds. A large number of bloody and evil religions Almost all of the content has been censored and replaced by a slow missionary strategy emphasizing order and "peace".

In this way, the transmission speed of belief suddenly slowed down, and the "Hurricane Sect" that once caused a bloodbath has now turned into a lawful sect that is almost neutral!

The female priest didn't know why the great god made such a decision. She only knew that "what God does is right" and "I must obey the oracle". important ideas of the year.

But fortunately, although the blood and violence have been lost, but in such a small plane where there are no other religions and powerful forces, the transmission of faith is still extremely fast. Today's Hurricane God has already become almost all the wisdom of Fleila. The common belief of creatures, and as the officiant of this session, the female priest has been enjoying a peaceful and devout peaceful life.

"This seems to be a good idea. Companions feel the brilliance of the gods together, thank the great true God for the grace together, and interpret the profound and profound ancient scriptures together... I think the transformation of the great god should be a good transformation."

Sincerely lowering her head to kiss the ground around the statue, the female priest's peaceful smile looked very graceful.

Today's Hurricane God believers are enjoying order and peace. I don't know when this once evil religious organization has completed the change. Peaceful life and common belief have replaced blood and killing, focusing on order His rule has also become the cornerstone of the prosperity of the Fleila plane

Although no believer knows why their gods have suddenly changed so much, and no priest knows... Their so-called "quiet life" is nothing more than a castle on the beach-it can be pushed down.

However, in such a warm afternoon caressed by the afternoon sun, the monstrous huge waves have indeed aimed at the fragile sandy beach and suddenly arrived...

"Boom"

The female pastor who closed her eyes to feel the "glory of God" just raised her head when a loud noise like thunder came without warning. Losing half of its volume, the statue of Art Dillon also fell to the ground with the violent vibrations. Large blocks of bricks and stones shattered like bullets. Many ordinary nuns who were not professionals were shocked by the first shock wave The feces in the stool are fragmented like a fragile puppet.

A disaster enough to break the peace of the entire plane has arrived.

"What? What the hell...what's going on...what kind of lunatic dares to insult the great Hurricane God"!

Jumping up like a rabbit whose tail was stepped on, the female priest immediately used magic to support the statue of the god who was about to fall, even though she was covered in dust.

For a fanatical believer, not to mention the death of a nun or the disability of an apprentice, even her own life is far less important than the cleanliness and tidiness of the statues of gods. She must ensure that the symbols of her belief are spotless, and then Only time to check what happened.