"The supreme god protects her believers and sends down boundless power..."
Green smoke rises, and the chants of the preaching priests spread across the sea and sky. They danced mysterious sacrificial dances, shook the wooden bells in their hands, and sang the myths and miracles of the main god!
Thousands of people knelt on the ground with expressions of piety, numbness, or fear. They smelled the pungent smell of burning sulfur, listened to the strange singing of the priests, and listened to the low ringing, and their heads became dizzy. And the image of the Lord God seems to be gradually rising in the hearts of everyone, and gradually becoming lofty.
"The methods of the preaching priests are indeed deeply rooted in the hearts of the people!..."
Mikey, the knowledgeable man, watched the ritual ceremony on the shore with thoughts in his eyes.
Although they all belong to the priests of the main god, the affairs of the preaching priests are more focused on manipulating people's hearts. As long as it is to spread the faith of the Lord God, the preaching priests do not mind any means. Their methods include group rituals, psychological suggestion, gentle hypnosis, the use of divine smoke, and the most awe-inspiring and most unreasonable special potions!
The duty of the divine priests is to follow the existing order and study the laws of the world. They want to discover the divinely revealed rules and use these rules as a basis to create more effective tools for production and life.
The responsibilities of the two are completely different, and the styles of doing things are also completely different. Just like the planning of this raid, it is somewhat inconsistent with Mickey's code of conduct.
Thinking of this, Mickey the Knowledgeable sighed and said in a deep voice.
"Zuaro, Chief Karan of the Yorem tribe, after all, once made a friendship with the kingdom's exploration team! He never showed any hostility on the surface, but we used this method to take away his tribe. .. It’s okay to do this kind of thing once. If it is done too much and spreads among various ministries, where will the credibility of the kingdom be placed? In the long run, the stability of faith in the Lord God may not be a good thing..."
Hearing this, Divine Priest Zuvalo raised his eyebrows. There was a smile on his face, but he felt a little disapproving in his heart. These tribes fighting in the wilderness can survive and grow. How many of them have clean hands? The process of missionary work in the kingdom itself is a struggle with the chiefs and chiefs for the control of the tribal people. If they don't use some thunderbolt measures, will the chiefs and leaders still let go and hand over their power? You have to spread your faith first before you can talk about stable matters...
"In the final analysis, Mickey has stayed in Shenwei University and Shenqi Institute for too long, and he does not know the dangers of the human heart."
Divine Priest Zuvalo thought secretly, and then said with a smile.
"Miki, the learned man, you don't have to worry too much. The scope of activities of the coastal tribes is not large, and the spread of news is not very fast. And the replacement of tribal chiefs and leaders is not an uncommon situation. The kingdom wants to To expand in the north as quickly as possible, we still need to follow this strategy: first start trade with the local large tribes, and then send priests to preach. After we have a certain base of believers, we can cooperate internally and externally to completely convert the entire large tribes to the main god! ..”
"The Lord God bless us! As long as we establish a foundation in the northern continent and show strong enough force, all the surrounding small tribes will move closer to us and surrender!"
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"God bless you! Zuvalo, I am not denying the expansion strategy of you and the evangelist Priest Songbird...but when the kingdom takes action, it must pay attention to propriety and try to maintain its reputation! Like Chief Kallan and all the surrender leaders People cannot be executed at will, and at least one life must be left. To truly stabilize the hearts of the tribe, it is necessary to import trade goods from the kingdom and improve the lives of the tribesmen. Similarly, there must be priests to guide the local tribes in farming and increase the acres of farmland. Produce..."
Mickey, the knowledgeable man, looked serious and spoke in detail. His position must be on the side of the kingdom. Therefore, his words at this moment are just supplementing the subsequent improvement of this radical expansion strategy.
"Just like the large Yoremu tribe, it is close to the production area of struvite. It can use this natural fertilizer nearby to increase the production of farmland! It is also close to the copper mine production area. It can smelt copper materials and produce copper utensils. If tin mines can be found, , you can make bronzes here...and only after you believe in the main god, the life of the tribe will improve, and the faith of the tribesmen can be truly stabilized!"
The two leading divine priests discussed seriously and perfected the strategy for the expansion of the Northland. The ceremony of worshiping gods on the shore is gradually coming to an end.
The second-level preaching priest Songniao narrowed his eyes, stood on the altar, and stared at the crowd lying on the ground, feeling happy in his heart. After nearly two years of preaching in the Yorem Ministry, he finally waited for today! Soon, after the sacrifice to the gods is over, it is the highest glory for the preaching priests, and the great conversion of the entire tribe. In the great refuge, hair cutting, blood oaths, facial tattoos, and engravings are all indispensable. And before officially converting, the majesty of the Lord God must be displayed again to shock people's hearts!
"The supreme Lord God can bestow Kang generous blessings to her devout believers, and can also unleash the thunder of divine punishment on those who disbelieve and rebel!...Blow the trumpet! Witness divine punishment!"
The preaching priest and the song bird gave a loud shout, and several priests blew the shrill conch trumpets. When they heard the horn sound, Zuvalo and Mickey both stopped their discussion. Zuvalo looked solemn, immediately took out a red flag, waved it toward the woods on the shore, and gave the order in a deep voice.
"Prepare the Tiger Crouching Cannon! Fire!"
Twelve longships lined up in a row, and the squatting cannons on the bows were immediately ignited. A moment later, there was a terrible thunder and explosion!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
The sound of thunder shook the sky continuously, like a divine punishment sent by the Lord God! Seeing that the tribe in the lake could actually control thunder and fire, thousands of local tribesmen who participated in the ceremony were shocked and horrified. At this moment, they were completely prostrate on the ground, praying to the Lord God in panic!
Even the most unruly tribal leader finally showed unconcealable fear when faced with the roaring copper beast he had never seen before. They were not afraid of face-to-face fighting, nor were they afraid of incoming arrows, but they had to lower their heads in the face of the thunder that was said to be divine punishment, and the threat of soul destruction mentioned by the priests.
On the flagship longship, Chief Kallan stood next to the "Bronze Beast". He faced the deafening thunder, breathed in the pungent smoke, and imagined unknown evil spirits. Finally, his knees weakened and he knelt down on the deck. Seeing this scene, Zuvalo, the divine priest, showed a satisfied smile on his face.
"Very good! Once the cannon on the ship goes off, it saves a lot of effort to shock people's hearts! Haha!"
Mickey the Knowledgeable touched his chin, his eyes flashed but he said nothing. After all the artillery bombardment was completed, the branches of the woods on the shore were broken and it was a mess. Thousands of tribesmen were shocked and showed no resistance. And the ceremony for the priests to convert the believers has officially begun!
Groups of tribesmen, led by the kingdom's warriors, knelt down in front of the burning brazier. Then, their hair was cut off, thrown into the fire, their palms were cut, and they swore with blood. Then they drank blood wine, recited the name of the Lord God three times, and finally carved the tattoo of a sun hummingbird on their foreheads...
The preaching priest Songbird smiled and looked under the altar. Everything was in order. He pondered for a moment and then went to the longship of the flagship. Then, in Chief Kallan's frightened eyes, the Songbird Priest showed no expression on his face, raised the obsidian blade, and swung it down steadily!
"ah!..."
