People Are in the Kingdom of God, and They Have Just Taken Place in the Adult Room Chapter 209

"People are in the kingdom of God, and they just contain things in the adult room (

The pale flames burning all over the sky illuminate the end of the North Continent at this moment, and also illuminate the hearts of the Womi tribe and even the places where the true teachings are spread.

"Enlightenment!"

"This is a divine enlightenment!"

"This is a great real person, the favor of my lord!"

Shaman High Priest Moore looked at the pale flames stretching across the sky, opened his arms, trembling and enthusiastically praised!

His screams confirmed the suspicion of the Womi people.

No!

This does not need to be confirmed at all!

The pale flame burned all the aberrations under the curse of the old gods, and only spared the Womi tribe. They could not find any reason except for the favor of the real people.

The Lord said, those who believe in me will be redeemed, and those who do not believe will fall into a sea of suffering.

It turned out that the Lord had long told them the ultimate meaning of liberation. It was a struggle for thousands of years, which blinded their hearts.

If it weren't for the terrible beast tide of natural disasters, perhaps they would eventually live in hypocrisy, and die in self-deception!

"My lord lost lambs, I have received my lord oracle!"

At this moment, Cardinal Horace, who was floating in the air, slowly landed. He looked around and said solemnly and solemnly.

"oracle?"

"What did my lord say?"

The Womi people became excited and enthusiastic.

They flocked to Horace one after another, with both fear and desire in their eyes.

Fear, the real people liquidate their previous blasphemy;

Desire, the real people to redeem them and grant them the right to thrive in the promised land.

Horace didn't answer, he stepped into the real cathedral.

Countless Womi people followed in!

The cathedral is wide enough to accommodate thousands of people, but at this time it cannot accommodate all the Womi people. They can only stand in the aisle, by the door, or even by the window, just to get closer to the Lord and bathe in the Lord's glory.

In front of the preaching platform, Cardinal Horace put down the scriptures, looked around, and said in a gentle voice:

"My lord said, the old gods who cursed the end of the North Continent have wailed and died in the pale flame! The End of the North Continent will eventually return to order, and this will be the promised land of all those who believe in me."

After the sound fell, the cathedral fell into a dead silence!

"Praise my lord!"

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, the truth is forever!"

As Horace read the concluding remarks of the oracle, the Silent Womi people suddenly boiled after a brief period of silence and digestion!

"Praise my lord!"

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, the truth is forever!"

Countless Womi people boiled up, and they responded to the prayers of Bishop Horace, venting the end of thousands of years of lonely wandering.

"Woo..."

Amidst the cheers, there were sobbing and sobbing echoes in the meantime!

At this moment, the mind of the Womi tribe fell completely and converted to faith.

At the end of the service, Carol seemed to have poured a bottle of Voyager's House's signature shochu, walking vainly in the tribe where countless statues were solidified.

The earth is like a merchant ship shuttled in the storm, bumping up and down under the beating of waves.

All the dreams in front of him made him feel unreal, like a dream.

He even wondered whether he was attacked by the monster's illusion and fell into this beautiful dreamland?

"Wow, come and see this monster, it's so ugly!"

"This one is so ugly too!"

"I know it, it's called the one-eyed magic wolf!"

"Nonsense, it doesn't look like a wolf at all!"

The voices of chirping young children calling and arguing came from the depths of the statue.

The faintly reverberating sounds of killing, roaring, trampling, and even deep despair in the air seemed to be just a realistic dream experience!

This extreme sense of absurdity made Carol even more drunk.

He stood in the footsteps and looked around.

The goose feather snow stopped;

The ancient messenger is gone;

The pale flame burning in the sky disappeared;

Summer stopped;

The barking and roar of hungry outside the tribe disappeared;

Zhongbei Continent seems to have returned to the order before the eternal age.

Is all this true?

Carol thought to himself, if he was really hit by the illusion, then the caster must be a god.

This is the most extreme desire in his heart, and only gods can turn out.

But if the caster is a god, then all this must be true!

"Praise you, my lord, the great true man."

Carol, the owner of the ice-floe boat, clenched his fists and stroked his chest, facing the ice-floating boat, bent over and nodded, praising and praying in a low voice.

At this moment, his faith has no reservations, sincerely.

Because his greatest wish in this life has been fulfilled, he wants to surrender the rest of his life to the great Lord, whether it is death or life.

At this time, Horace, the demigod who guarded the Pigou Wendell tribe, was unable to surrender his faith without reservation.

But the only object of his fear from the depths of his soul has shifted from the Kunyang, its creator, to the real person.

When the service was over, the Womi people dispersed one by one.

He came to the prayer room alone, sat down upright, folded his hands under his chin, and prayed in a low voice.

The real man did not respond to his prayers, just like when the tide of beasts came, his silence was silent!

But Horace became more and more anxious.

His blasphemous act of almost fleeing at the last moment tortured his fragile heart.

Freeze spreading thousands of miles;

The flames that burned the sky;

The old gods who died in the oracle;

There is also the reality that tarnishes [Dream Image] in front of you;

Everything shows the unpredictable and unspeakable personality of the real person!

Everything resembles his name-truth!

No matter the prediction or the future, even the old gods will eventually become illusory bubbles under his power, and only he is the only truth.

"It turns out that these beasts are part of the curse of the old gods, and that's right, only the curse of living can envelop the time and space of the Northern Continent!"

Ning Xiuyuan, who had returned to the existing time and space from the eternal past, wandered hundreds of miles away from the Womi tribe.

Among the frozen beasts around, some extraordinary characteristics have occasionally flashed.

If no one collects them anymore, these extraordinary characteristics will dissipate, precipitate, and disappear in the unknown dimension of their existence.

Ning Xiuyuan collected it while looking down at the Womi tribe through the prayers of the believers, with many thoughts in his heart.

Originally, he was spreading his faith just to resurrect him, but he didn't expect that the process of breaking the star stone did not die.

Then the status of the real church at the moment is a bit embarrassing.

The cursed beast on the northern continent has been frozen to death by the furious Avromza.

The curse shrouded here will gradually dissipate for up to ten years.

By then, the eyes of the gods must be here.

As for the territorial declaration of Yavumza?

Hehe, the old ruler who doesn't need to rely on racial power at all, how can he care about territory?

They will only occupy, destroy and leave at will!

At least, Ning Xiuyuan didn't believe that Yavumza would declare war on the gods for his favored person~www.mtlnovel.com~!

In other words, he will face the competition of the gods alone.

Of course, Yavumza's declaration is not without effect.

Seeing his face, the gods should not hunt him directly, but frontal competition is absolutely indispensable.

Counting carefully, he has only four demigods under his command.

If he condenses the divinity, this power is not weak;

It's a pity that he is not a true **** after all, so these four demigods will have no threat in the eyes of the gods!

The above speculation is only derived from his superficial and ignorant pseudo-demigod person. The actual situation may be even worse.

"Is it possible to give up the true church?"

As soon as the thought came out, it was extinguished by Ning Xiuyuan.

Can't bear it!

After experiencing the prophecy of Yavum breaking the seal, he could clearly feel that the believers developed by the Womi tribe, and even Lance and others, had become his fanatics.

His extraordinary power is almost equal to a demigod.

Especially when he himself has mastered the high-level characteristics.

Even if you give up, you have to wait until the extraordinary ritual of [Tyrant] has been performed.

"Ten years, no, the curse is gradually weakening, maybe at most three to five years, the gods can send advance teams..."

"Three years?"

Ning Xiuyuan's eyes flickered.

With a plan in mind, the real church can't give up, and at the worst, it has to wait for him to perform the tyrant ceremony.

Without further ado, now is the best time for him to perform extraordinary rituals.

【tyrant】

——Create a kingdom with substantial dominance, twist or create humanistic rules within the kingdom, and with the participation of the vast majority of the people, cast a wonder of civilization in the long river of history!

So what kind of humanistic rules should I choose to distort or create, and what kind of civilization wonders should I choose?

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