Chapter 527 Sudden Improvement

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The imaginary checkpoint on the border of Feneport was quickly breached by the visiting demigods. In just a few minutes, the priests of the Thunder Church, wearing dark blue and dark black robes embroidered with silver thread patterns, entered Feneport. Potter's land.

Some people tried to wave weapons to resist, but were knocked down by lightning when they raised their hands.

The leading archbishop made a gesture, and the "punishers" who had stayed in the mainland filed out and took over the checkpoint. They used the usual speed and efficiency of the Church of Thunder and gathered all the residents of this checkpoint and the border city behind them into the square at an extremely fast speed, regardless of whether they were crying, or were delirious and confused. Holding the relics of loved ones, chanting the honorable name of the Mother Goddess.

"From now on."

The Archbishop stepped onto a high platform built of three wooden boxes, looked down at the hundreds of people below, and said loudly: "The Kingdom of Fenebaud will be merged into the territory of the Loen Empire, and you will all become the people protected by the great God of Thunder. !”

When it comes to issues of national sovereignty and belief, the residents below reacted immediately. More than one person raised his head and looked at the archbishop standing at the top with shocked and angry eyes. A young man in the crowd angrily shouted:

"You lie! How could our kingdom suddenly be merged into yours!"

"Didn't you Loen just use despicable means to annex Lundberg and Sehgal? This is an invasion! Now you are going to extend your claws to the fertile land guarded by the Mother Goddess!"

His words were echoed by many people, and there was a small commotion in the crowd.

Someone tried to touch the weapon, but was immediately controlled by the surrounding Extraordinaries from the Thunder Church. After being suppressed, most of them stared at the lightning emerging from these priests with wide eyes, feeling fear and uneasiness about the unknown divine power.

The archbishop easily found the young man who spoke among the crowd. The young man was not afraid when he was discovered, but instead puffed up his chest. The archbishop's lips curled up slightly. He needed just such a person to oppose him, so that the conversation would be productive.

Besides, the policy given by the church this time is to comfort and be gentle, but thunderous measures are indispensable. To put it simply, we must be gentle to these new citizens, show their kindness as those in power, and do not be stingy in using fear and power to make these people surrender - as a person gritted his teeth and jumped from "Storm" to "Storm" for status. "Reader", an extraordinary person who made great sacrifices and was looked down upon. Of course, the archbishop hopes that he can handle things beautifully. This is a brand new land. The better it is cultivated, the higher he will climb in the future.

"No, you are wrong, young man."

The archbishop smiled and said with the kindest smile and the gentlest tone: "You have been defeated. Now, you are accepted by us as a defeated country. You will soon become Loen like other countries in Lomborg and Segal." Two new counties for the empire.”

"impossible!"

This time, not only the young man, but also other people in the crowd couldn't help but roar.

"Our troops haven't been dispatched yet!"

"Our king will not sit still and wait for death! Mother loves us and will not let us surrender to a country like yours!"

The archbishop suddenly caught a key word from the middle, and he repeated the sentence just now:

"Surrender? No, I said, you have been defeated."

"Is there thunder falling from the sky like rain, turning everything around into scorched earth?"

"That's proof that you have been defeated!" The archbishop couldn't suppress his inner smile. He scanned the expressions of fear or anger on the crowd below, recording their emotions one by one. Then, he slowed down his tone. , said softly:

"That is the consequence of your disrespecting the God of Thunder and Truth."

"Every new citizen of the Loen Empire, please remember that your current survival is due to your dead family and friends. Your life does not belong to you, it still belongs to Fenebaud and Loen."

A young woman's voice came. She stood out from the crowd and said angrily: "Sir, the God of Thunder killed my fiancé, my mother and his father. And even if we don't believe in the God of Thunder, we I have never done anything disrespectful to the gods. Sir, since the god you believe in talks about defeat and death, why do we need to believe in such a cruel god?"

"Because He is the most powerful, He will protect you and me." The Archbishop said pleasantly.

"And you have not lost your faith."

The Archbishop answered every question fluently, and he sneered inwardly, for nothing that had happened so far was beyond his imagination - the people could only think of so much, life, family, and wealth, if only each could be promised. , then the dissatisfaction of most people can be settled - "The Earth Mother Goddess will still be Fenebaud's belief, but the holy emblem of the God of Thunder will be added to your church, and your weekly In the worship service, hymns to the God of Thunder must be added.”

"Being favored by a powerful god is an unimaginable good thing."

The Archbishop said in a meaningful tone.

At this moment, he felt something in his heart.

He raised his head and saw an airship taking off in the distance.

…

"You should have expected it to be like this," Bethel said.

"You're right, I should have thought of it." Klein accepted it humbly, immediately admitted his mistake, and then grabbed the thread of his spiritual body that was almost taken away and ran out of the fog of history. A long sound came from the closed door. Howling wolf.

"It seems that your plan to ask Antigonus to help attract Cotal failed." Bethel was always blocked by Klein's good boy attitude and couldn't say anything more provocative, but he had to He said that it was very comfortable to get along with such a junior, "But don't worry. Judging from the degree of gathering just now, Cotal has probably already arrived, or the 'curtain' has already separated from Cotal."

Klein thought for a while, straightened the threads of his spiritual body, and said:

"The divination results show that Antigonus has not accommodated a copy of Sequence One in the short term, which means that he is now using the historical projection of the past to strengthen himself."

After all, we are all in adjacent paths. There is not much difference between "astrology" and "divination" in essence. They both obtain information through various means. Only the medium and method of obtaining information are different. Klein has also mastered this skill now.

Bethel was noncommittal:

"After he woke up, he was no longer the Antigonus I knew. Instead of thinking about helping each other with him now, you should accept the reality, lower your ambiguous moral bottom line, and wait until he is killed by the God of War. Beat him until he is almost alive before leaving."

He would not say anything like "This is also to end the pain of Antigonus", "Let him be freed", "This is to protect the earth and mankind", these words are all nonsense and nonsense. As long as the other party did not ask for it, then no matter how extravagant the killing is, it is just deceiving oneself in a righteous way.

This is completely unnecessary for high-sequences, because the opposition between adjacent paths and their respective ambitions to become gods have prepared the best reason for them to fight, even if they were strangers, friends, teachers, and brothers before, they are all You can challenge each other for your own goals.

"I want to be a god, and you want to be a god, so we must have a fight." - This couldn't be more true.

"I will be a good god, but you are not a good person, you will only become a bad god, so it is natural for me to kill you..." - If these words are heard by the beings in the Fourth Age and before, the gods will The laughter of the angels can shake the star world to a certain extent.

If you fight, just fight. If you live to the death, you will live to the death. If you have anything to say, we can talk about it after the fight. But there is no need to show that you are more "correct".

Or, to think about it from another angle, modern humans can have the desire to pursue morality while struggling for survival, which proves that society is progressing. So if we really follow the view that "the position of true God is occupied by those who are virtuous and talented", the seven people above will have to step down, and then humans themselves will nominate the seven most moral and responsible people to sit on it - well, that's not the case. It is also a beautiful world worth imagining.

"I thought I could still cooperate with Him," Klein said.

"You still want to be promoted in this pathway." Bethel directly said what was in Klein's mind, "You don't want me now...my body to become a dual-path true god, right? You are either afraid of me, or It’s because he doesn’t want to take over my body and fuse with my spiritual imprint.”

After a moment of silence, Klein laughed in relief.

Although he didn't say anything, his reaction said it all.

"Well done."

Bethel said.

"That's it, Klein Moretti, that's what you should do."

The King of Angels from the Fourth Age spoke:

"You should be jealous of me, fear me, and not give me any further opportunities. Only in this way can you ensure that you will go smoothly on your future road to becoming a god. No matter how much I show kindness and recognition of your dream, You must also remember - before you became a god and the Lord of Mysteries, I was also your enemy, and the most dangerous enemy, because I know everything about you, your family and your weaknesses, and I am closer to you than Amon. Closer, and you didn't guard against me - you think so now, but it finally makes sense."

After finishing speaking, Bethel asked: "Then what are you going to do next?"

…

Backlund.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, but Starling Summer was still sitting by the window, unable to sleep.

During the day, she wore a veil as always and kept running back and forth to nearby food distribution points, lining up in order to bring back more bread for her two children. She no longer lowers her head as frequently as she did in the past few months, fearing that others would recognize her. Now, she can only look forward anxiously, worrying that the free food will be distributed before it is her turn.

She had found nothing during the day, and her husband Luke had found nothing as well.

The daily relief bread is their latest source of food. Only when they get new bread that day, they will eat the dry and hard bread that is left. At the dinner table, two children who are still unfamiliar with the world always ask their parents, "Why is there no beef?" "Why is there no juice to drink?" "Why is there only a little jam?", although they will always be able to do so because of their parents' care. Eat more, but their questions are always sad too. Parents can only force a smile and find various reasons to stall their children.

Luke walked over, his face became much thinner:

"Go to sleep, darling."

I have to get up very early tomorrow morning to grab bread.

Starling sighed: "Luke, I can't sleep. I haven't eaten anything for a day. I can't even drink water."

Luke also sighed and didn't say anything. He just silently sat down on the sofa next to his wife.

Since Coim's company was taken over by the military under the war act, it didn't take long for her husband, Luke Summer, a former manager, to lose his job, and could only rely on past savings and government relief to support the family.

Seeing his wife's hopeful gaze, the tall man with a messy beard lowered his head in shame.

As the night progressed, Starling's consciousness gradually blurred, whether from sleepiness or hunger, and she fell asleep leaning on her husband's shoulder. But before she fell asleep, she vaguely seemed to hear gunshots echoing in the distance. She didn't know whether it was a hungry man causing trouble or a policeman dealing with food snatchers.

End it... Let this nightmare end quickly... Starling, who has visited three relief points today, prayed silently.

She wanted to escape from such gunshots and closed her eyes tightly.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the window:

"The Church of the God of Thunder purchased a large amount of food!"

“Citizens please go to the snack distribution point as soon as possible!”

"Bread, corn, and potatoes according to population!"

This loud shout was enough to wake everyone up, and more importantly, the sound carried far and wide with the wind.

Starling suddenly woke up, her eyes bursting with unprecedented brilliance. She raised her head and glanced at the starless sky, then looked at her husband's face, and found that the other man was also looking at her, with an expression of disbelief on his thin face. surprise.

"Luke! Luke! Did you hear that!"

Starling jumped up and ran to the clothes drying rack like the wind. She hurriedly started to put on clothes and put on flat boots that were convenient for running:

“The church brought food!”

Luke still hesitated: "But we are believers of the goddess..."

"No! It doesn't matter which church it is, God is willing to give me food!" Starling said loudly. She left her husband who was still hesitant, put her coat on her nightgown, and walked out of the bedroom quickly.

As soon as she opened the door, two children at home rushed over. They were wearing pajamas, raised their innocent faces and said:

"Mom, I just heard someone talking about making bread?"

"Mom, I'm hungry..."

They are twins, one boy and one girl, both very cute.

Starlin's nose felt sore, and she forced a smile and said:

"right!"

"Mom will go get it for you right now."

She immediately entered the house, dug out a small amount of bread from a hidden place, and divided it equally between the two children.

Seeing the two children eating bread with complete disregard for etiquette, Starling's expression kept changing, sometimes sad, sometimes painful.

Finally, all these emotions turned into seriousness and expectation. She hurriedly put on her hat. As soon as she opened the door, she found that the surrounding neighbors also opened the door and walked out to the street, looking like they were about to run towards the food distribution point. look.

"Why did the church suddenly distribute a large amount of bread?!"

Regardless of her image, Starling ran after the others, blended into the stream-like crowd, and shouted to her acquaintances.

"I don't know!" The lady held up her skirt and looked like she had just gotten out of bed, but her voice was smiling, "I heard it's bread from abroad - who knew! Praise the God of Thunder! "

"Praise the God of Thunder!"

TBC

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It’s been a long day today and I’m exhausted.