Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1366

Chapter 1366: Chapter 927 All newly born gods must register Chapter 1366: Chapter 927 All newly born gods must register However, contrary to everyone's expectations, there were no enemies at all. It seemed as if no one had sensed the birth of the God Status. For a long time, no one came, causing the monarch who had set up traps and ambushes great disappointment, “Why is no one coming?”

“How peculiar.” Ange also rarely showed his bewilderment in response, finding it quite strange that the newly born God Status, so sweet and irresistibly attractive, failed to draw any attention. It was as odd as money being dropped without anyone picking it up.

Even the Goddess of Redemption, who had sensed the birth of the God Status, spared no effort to travel half across the Danhai, eager to seize it.

The allure of a newborn God Status to the Gods was fatal, for it represented a vast amount of Divine Power and even an entire network of faith. If one could seize it for themselves, not only would their Divine Power surge, but they could also gain a multitude of followers out of thin air.

But why did no one come to claim it?

Perhaps it wasn't that no one wanted to, but rather those who desired it were beset by their own troubles. Several thousand kilometers away, in a secretive temple, thousands of elite soldiers had surrounded it.

Within the temple's defensive Boundary, worshippers engaged valiantly, battling to the death against the soldiers, their speed exceptional, whether it was in running or attacking.

With each step, the surge of Divine Power sent them charging at the enemy with after-images trailing behind, only to be struck and sent flying back by the enemy.

Speed alone was futile; one also needed to be tough. On the other hand, the soldiers were indeed tough, clad in heavy armor and shields; they advanced slowly like tin cans, steadily reducing the space for the worshippers to move.

Behind them, Wizards kept a vigilant eye, seizing any opportunity to send a Lightning strike, sizzling the worshippers to a charred crisp.

And so, under this relentless pressure and steady advance, the Gods and worshippers were quickly encircled within the temple.

Inside the temple, a majestic voice resounded, “We of the Temple of the Swift Wind bear no grudge against your Royal Magician Team. Why do you attack us!?”

A Mage flew up, raising his voice to say, “You Godmen do not engage in production, neither tilling the land nor labor, nor healing the sick nor pursuing research; you don't pay taxes and spread false dogma to deceive ordinary people, living off their offerings like parasites, contributing nothing beneficial to the world. Therefore, please, go die!”

The majestic voice fell silent for a long while, yet the battle did not cease but became even more brutal due to the restricted space.

After another half of the worshippers had perished, the majestic voice spoke again, “Faith arises from the heart, born out of sincere beliefs. I may fall, but can you eradicate the faith that resides in every person's heart?”

The Mage sneered, “What kind of faith teaches people not to study, not to strive, not to delve into research, promising that merely bowing their heads in the temple will grant them power, wealth, youth, and beauty? How does tending to your needs with the hard labor of thousands of followers benefit the world? It wastes human and material resources. Therefore, please, go die!”

“I am born of belief, and it is precisely what people yearn for in their hearts–not to learn, not to strive, to simply bow their heads in the temple and receive everything. Their aspiration is beyond my power to change,” the majestic voice replied with a tinge of helplessness.

“The God of the Swift Wind?” The Mage asked tentatively, then laughed, “You might not be able to change it, but we can. We'll kill all the Gods and hang your corpses at the temple's entrance, letting those fools see what nonsense they've believed in. That way, they'll stop harboring such beautiful illusions. So, please, go die!”

The thrice polite 'please' shifted from 'you all' to 'you.'
Following the Mage's words, the battle tactics of the soldiers shifted immediately; they pulled out small hammers and began smashing at the legs of the worshippers. Knocking down each one that they could, but compared to being turned to charred remains by lightning, a broken leg at least spared lives–it was a form of mercy in disguise.

The God of the Swift Wind sighed, “Stop it, let there be no more needless casualties. I will command them to lay down their weapons.”

As the words of the God of the Swift Wind were spoken, the surge of Divine Power on the bodies of the worshippers rapidly vanished; the God of the Swift Wind had withdrawn his power.

The worshippers revealed expressions of despair, some of them even falling to their knees in grief, weeping loudly. The gods they believed in had abandoned them. Although this was to preserve their lives, compared to the collapse of their faith, they might as well have died in battle instead.

Having lost their divine power, these worshippers were no match for the elite soldiers and were one by one knocked down, bound, and dragged away.

The Wizard nodded in approval, “You're wise to see things clearly. Do you have any last words?”

“No, I just want to ask, these worthless gods that you ask to die, what if it were those useful ones?” the God of the Swift Wind inquired.

“Useful gods? What gods could possibly be useful?” the Wizard asked, puzzled.

“Didn't you say it yourself? Gods that can heal diseases, spread knowledge, and cultivate crops–are they not useful gods?” said the God of the Swift Wind.

“Pfft–There are such gods? If he can heal diseases, spread knowledge, and personally toil in the fields, is he still a god? He's my father!” the Wizard scoffed.

The God of the Swift Wind couldn't help but laugh as well, “Indeed, if they're all toiling personally, what kind of gods would they be? If there were such gods, your Royal Family would certainly enshrine them. Ultimately, this is just a struggle between royal and divine authority, speaking of usefulness is just hypocrisy.”

The Wizard shrugged, not denying it. Although religious groups hadn't managed to thrive and expand under the Empire's restrictions, they still somewhat affected the people's productivity and created a bunch of Godmen who were unproductive.

The only use for these Godmen was to stabilize people's hearts. As long as the populace had spiritual support, they were less likely to cause trouble, and the Empire could tolerate their existence.

However, with the arrival of the Divine Light Association, the Empire finally realized that if they couldn't mobilize all forces, they might be able to drive the association away this time, but there was no guarantee for the next time.

After some discussion, the Empire decided to purge all religious groups, to bring those forces not under imperial control back under it, an event known as the “Godslayer Twilight.”

With the simple desire to die together, the God of the Swift Wind said, “To the west of here, three to five thousand kilometers away in the Forest of Foehn Wind, there lies a newly born god. Will you purge that one too?”

The Wizard shook his head and sneered, “You just called me a hypocrite. This is a fight between divine and royal power. A new god poses no threat to the monarchy, why would I purge it? But that new god you mentioned, I already know about. It's worshipped by the Business Federation and has been registered.”

“Re… registered?” the God of the Swift Wind was shocked by the word.

“Yes, registered. From now on, all newly born gods must register. If it can work hard, learn, and become a god that is useful to the Empire, it will be protected by imperial law,” the Wizard declared matter-of-factly.

“Well, well, so this is your ambition, to hold the interpretation of divine authority in your hands. It's a pity, you underestimate the might of the gods too much.” After the God of the Swift Wind finished speaking, the entire temple suddenly erupted with intense divine might, and a colossal pillar of energy shot forth, soaring into the sky.

All the soldiers instantly stood erect and collectively looked up at the Wizard, their gazes firm. A phantom silhouette slowly emerged around the Wizard, then gestured toward the front end of the energy pillar.

A stream of energy flung from the phantom's hand, bridging the distance between them, and shattered the energy pillar's front end in midair, scattering God Status in all directions, creating dazzling trails like fireworks.

The phantom vanished, and as the Wizard watched this magnificent fall of a god, he laughed, “Could it be that your understanding of gods is too superficial?”

Unaware that the Friel Empire had already initiated the Godslayer Twilight and was enacting a divine purge, the silver coin was still contemplating how to grow and achieve new glories, to further expand and strengthen the Business Federation, and to provide even more divine power to his Lord.

At that moment, he was muttering to the Soul Fire, “Promotional information is such a brilliant idea, why didn't I think of it before? Lord, I don't have a body and it's inconvenient for me to move around, could you help me get a body?”

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