Both David and John were able to understand the contradiction between this world, or the heavenly world, and the Bible.
But this does not prevent them from expressing their highest faith in their Lord.
It does not prevent them from wanting to shroud the world in the light of the Lord.
They thought that with the glory of the Lord, there was no way they could lose to the mages and monks.
It is even said that with the combined efforts of the two of them, they should occupy 20% of the total, just like Io.
However, in reality they only account for half of it.
He is just as good as the barbarian, and worse than the bards, rogues, and everyone else in their alliance.
Six people accounted for 35%. If each person divided it, it would be more than the two of them.
However, there are no absolutes in the world, and what is on the gambling table does not represent everything.
If the two of them can have an absolute advantage in belief, they will have the ability to cover the gambling situation.
And it just so happens that the Lord’s shepherds never fall behind in proclaiming the Lord’s glory.
"coming!"
Following John's soft drink, a man wearing chainmail, a long sword hanging on his waist, and a noisy beard walked out of the temple.
The man's right hand was severed from the wrist, his eyes were covered with gauze, and there was a bright and dazzling halo above his forehead.
This is the incarnation of Tyr.
With his appearance, believers inside and outside the temple saluted him and paid high respect to him.
"Let's go, an angel should be respected!" David looked at each other with gauze-covered eyes, turned around and walked out of the restaurant.
When the three people met in front of the square, they looked at each other for a while, then David and John held their chests and saluted to Tyre.
"The holy priests and holy knights of Christianity have seen the messenger of justice!"
Tyr's gauze-covered eyes looked at the two of them for a while, especially looking at John.
He could see the dazzling light shining all over their bodies.
That is the power of God.
It is the power of God that truly exists.
"You two, please come with me!"
Then, he turned around and led the two people into the temple.
The people who were left behind to see this scene were talking about it, wondering what kind of existence it was that deserved to be greeted by the incarnation of Tyr in person.
There was only a woman with dazzling blond hair, dignified beauty, and skin as white as ivory.
With blue waves flowing in his eyes, he looked at this scene, smiled softly, and turned around to leave.
The incarnation of Tyr tilted his head slightly, and without stopping, he disappeared into the temple.
The people around her seemed to have not seen this beautiful woman and turned a blind eye to her.
When she walked into an alley, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie was waiting for her, leaning on a cane.
"Hello, beautiful lady!" Amon saluted and said gracefully.
"Hello, elegant gentleman!" A harp appeared in Cherry's hand. She raised her hand lightly and played a melodious melody, and a lark-like voice flowed out.
"Do you need me to compose a hymn for you?"
"There will be a chance." The two walked side by side without stopping, and Amon's cane made a clicking sound on the stone road.
"Now is not the time."
"Priests and paladins have already begun to take action." Cherry plucked two fingers gently back and forth on a string, "With their methods, it is not difficult to cover all places with people with their beliefs.
This is something we cannot compare with.
Fortunately, they only accounted for half of the gambling, otherwise, we might not be able to compete with them. "
"Don't worry, their faith is their restriction." Amon smiled softly and said: "Even if they become gods, they will not be able to exert the power of gods.
We are different. In this world, as long as we have enough faith, we can quickly ignite the divine fire and be promoted to gods. "
Amon paused, then turned to look at Cherry and said, "Don't tell me, you will be limited to the agreement at the gambling table.
No other means prepared? "
"Everyone is well aware of the dangers of coming here, so who would be unprepared?" Cherry turned her head, stared at him and said, "But who do you think will be the final winner?"
"Druid!" Amon thought for a while and said solemnly: "I think he must win the final victory."
Cherry turned her head, and a golden waterfall spilled out of her blond hair, and she continued to walk forward with elegant steps.
"So, I don't expect that I will win in the end, but I want to improve myself as much as possible without offending the druid."
Cheli stopped suddenly, turned to look at Amon who was standing there and said: "However, I heard that you once took action against China.
I wonder if he knows, or does he mind? "
Seeing Amon's expressionless look, Cheri smiled softly, turned around and continued to walk away.
Amon turned the cane in his hand, stared in the direction where Cheri had disappeared, and remained silent for a long time.
Benedict!
He paused his cane and turned it into countless golden scarabs that scattered in all directions, then turned into little bits of light and disappeared.
"Is this the ruins of goblins?" A man wearing a sci-fi mecha with a neatly trimmed beard on his chin raised his eyebrows as he looked at the ruins in front of him.
"Oh, damn, if the druids hadn't blocked the outer realm, I wouldn't have come here to pick up rags.
I hope to find something from the Mechanical Realm. Anything will do. As long as I have it, I can go to the Mechanical Realm first.
Alright guys! Get moving! "
As he finished speaking, countless dense black dots flew out from behind him.
These black spots are entangled with each other and turn into various mechanical creations.
There are strong warriors, detection dogs with keen radar, and mechanical spiders that can adapt to various terrains...
After a while, like a sea of machines, it flowed into this piece of ruins said to be the goblin civilization.
Everything that could be collected and used was transported to the man's side, and the nanorobots left beside him were packed in various weird containers.
"Look, look, what a crude design, without any aesthetics."
This man is none other than Mil Barton. Although he has inherited the warrior profession, he is actually an arms dealer.
Moreover, he is a scientist who understands design and has strong practical ability.
Just like Tony Stark in the comics.
Originally, he thought he could only learn from Stark's extravagant lifestyle. Unexpectedly, the world changed and he received a mysterious inheritance.
The collision of science and mystery caused a storm of inspiration in his mind.
He wanders among the major forces, selling his achievements, and at the same time plundering other people's harvests, filling them into his own inspiration storm, and creating more powerful weapons.
Hundreds of years had passed in reality from the time the sky changed to when he came to this world.
The time in the copy space is even longer.
He has already used this long time to arm himself into a wise man full of weapons.
Now, he wants to absorb as much knowledge as possible from this world to make himself stronger.
"Aha, I found it." Among a group of debris, Barton saw a gear at a glance. This was what he was looking for.
"Yes, it's you." He took it in his hand, looked at the sun, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Come on, take me to the land of machines!"
Before he finished speaking, the nanorobot beside him put away everything and returned to his back.
At the same time, a circular door composed of countless machines appeared in front of him.
But after he put the gear on the door, there was a clicking sound of mechanical operation.
The mechanical door deformed and opened a portal. Behind the door was a world composed of endless gears.
"Guys, let's go!"
Barton called out frivolously, and the mecha on his body wrapped him tightly from top to bottom, and he stepped in.
(End of chapter)
