Divinity quietly embraced Chen Yi, and He cast his gaze down to the earth under the sea of clouds with thousands of pillars.
The earth is not barren, but there are countless beasts and monsters walking around. The boundless sea stirs up huge waves, storms sweep across the far north, and among countless sacrifice fires, the world regards thunder, rain and dew as the response of the gods.
The dazzling white beach is full of exotic flowers and plants, tall palms, and other beautiful plants that cannot be named... Flying dragons hover above the mountains, spreading their wings to cover the sky. In the forest, there are also ferocious beasts roaring with all their strength. In response to the sky...
As far as the eye can see, there are few human footprints.
Old Kingdom.
Through the fragmentary pages of the original book, God has entered history. He knows that there will still be four hundred and sixty years until Saint Venakana is born.
In this long history, everything is barbaric and vicissitudes of life.
This was a barbaric age when kings and kings arose together, and it was also a golden age when the faith of gods spread. In this age, the ancient holy capital did not exist yet, the worship of gods stood on the earth in chaos, and people conquered, enslaved, and destroyed each other. ...the long years were accompanied by countless human sacrifices and barbaric acts.
The demise of a kingdom is often the demise of a god statue and the drowning of a faith.
God gazed at this land, and His eyes followed the traces of birds. In the scattered kingdoms and cities, people cast bronze and iron, and prayed for the blessings of the gods under the dance of the shamans; the slaves' The footprints are all over the place, with bare feet, pulling boulders, day after day, year after year, building up all kinds of magnificent miracles that will be seen in the future.
Tall buildings stand tall and majestic. They are rooftops for sacrifices, mausoleums of kings, and palaces built by the world for a certain god.
These things will not only be marveled by history as miracles in the future, but at this moment, they are also regarded by monarchs as miracles achieved by gods and humans.
Chen Yi saw many images.
Different kingdoms and different city-states worship different gods, and even different villages, towns, and tribes have their own gods to pay homage to.
It’s not that they don’t know the Lord God, but compared to the Lord who is high and far away in the sky, the gods in front of them seem to be more worthy of worship.
In this era, the icons had not yet been established.
God knew that the gods did not care about their worship and had long since wandered into the celestial realm.
His eyes traveled through the world, searching, from one city-state to another, one kingdom to another... In the blink of an eye, he had searched almost the entire northern land, and he still had no intention of stopping.
God is looking for the family that has been cursed for seven generations. In the era of the ancient kingdom, the first generation of the family angered the gods by cooking their father and food. The second generation won the reward of the King of Kings and achieved the crown of the king, but He broke his oath to my king again. After seven lives, the descendants of the family will have to bear his sins and the curse of the gods.
After a moment, God's gaze stopped. He only felt that less than a quarter of an hour had passed, but the entire world had gone through countless days and nights, and it had already crossed from midsummer to cold winter.
God saw a young man.
The young man had just experienced a bloody battle and was seriously injured. He was lying in the cold winter snow, shivering, half of his body was covered in blood, his face was extremely pale, and only his forehead showed a little rosy.
He was covered with half armor and animal skins. The young man had a fever, and he was chanting about Kars, the god of war enshrined in their kingdom, praying to the latter to give him one ten thousandth of his divine power and teach him to climb up from the ice and snow. People of his clan Prove that you are not a coward.
"Kars, the unrivaled master of conquest, the great god of war, I, Laurent, beg you..."
The young man trembled and muttered,
"Give me strength. I have just sacrificed the life of a foreign warrior to you. I understand his life with the battle ax in my hand. I beg with you."
However, his begging was not heard by the God of War. Instead, the cold wind around him became stronger and stronger, seeming to bury him.
More fear spread from Luo Lun's still hot forehead. Along with the feeling of powerlessness caused by the loss of blood, he turned sadly and impatiently and said: "God of the howling cold wind, I beg you not to take away my name. I am Third son of the Kingdom of Leiden, as long as I survive today, I will offer you three cows, sheep and two strong slaves."
The cold wind is still howling, and the wind and snow are among the dead branches.
Death entangled Laurent fiercely, starting from his wounds cracked by the second frost and ending with every nerve.
Faced with the increasingly miserable situation, Laurent became completely sad and murmured: "Among these many gods, is there not one who can hear my begging?"
The god stared at Lauren, looking at the thread of fate that hung around him.
He gently raised his finger and dropped an invisible spark on Lauren's wound.
In the ice and snow, Lauren, who fell into despair, was shocked.
Inexplicably, he felt that the wound was very warm and was healing rapidly. The blood was constantly being regenerated and flowing, allowing him to regain his strength.
Luo Lun was stunned. He felt as if he had met an invisible doctor and healed his wounds in the most brilliant way. This was simply a miracle!
"Is it the God of Medicine? Is it Gomafis, the God of Medicine?! Or... or the God of Life...?!"
Lauren hurriedly climbed up from the snow, knelt on the ground, and praised and thanked almost crazily.
"neither."
The divine voice came from nowhere, and Luo Lun was shocked for a moment, and then he hurriedly asked:
"O noble being who saved me, which god are you?"
“They call me Lord.”
After a few words, Laurent froze in place, his fingers trembling as he tried his best to search for it in his memory.
Lord... is an extremely unfamiliar title to Lauren.
He remembered that the legendary main god was mostly worshiped by monks and priests from the north to the south, but in Laurent's memory of twenty years, the main god often only existed as a background in the myth of the God of War worshiped by the kingdom.
"Lord...Lord...Lord of Faith?" Laurent could barely remember a title. Even so, it almost consumed all his memory.
Laurent immediately felt panicked. He didn't know whether the god would impose divine punishment for this. In myths and legends, divine punishment was often not received by one person, but would harm the entire family or even the kingdom.
"You have nothing to fear," God said calmly.
Under His words, the wind and snow beat against Laurent, and the third son of the kingdom gradually calmed down. He said sincerely: "Lord, I don't know why you saved me, but I will repay you a hundred times. In my kingdom, I will stand firm." For your image, build a temple dedicated to you.”
"Lord...why did you save me? Is there anything you want me to repay?"
"I don't need your reward,"
God answered his question:
"One of your descendants is named Wilfred."
Laurent was stunned. He didn't know what God meant. Driven by fear and awe, he thought of the animal sacrifices that were often made in the kingdom.
"Lord, I will return to the kingdom now to offer you sacrifices, the best of my cattle and sheep, and the strongest and most beautiful men and women among my slaves."
What Lauren didn't expect was that the surroundings became silent and the Lord was silent without any reply. This made Lauren even more frightened.
Lauren wondered if his sacrifice was not solemn enough and his sacrifice was not enough to satisfy Him.
As a result, Loren was immediately frightened.
After a long time, God slowly spoke,
"You worship me with your blood, do you expect me to repay you with my blood? You worship me with disaster, do you expect me to repay you with disaster?"
Lauren was shaking all over because he couldn't understand the Lord's words, and His words were completely contrary to the large and small sacrifices performed in the kingdom.
In this world, there are gods who do not require animal sacrifices. Laurent felt that he had heard wrongly or was crazy.
"Go back, and if your time comes, I will reveal it to you."
God slowly said the last words.
Laurent stood silently for a long time stupidly, and then he came to his senses after being hit by hailstones. He slowly picked up the tomahawk on the ground, and walked towards the kingdom through the wind and snow uneasily.
The god watched him make footprints one by one and return in great shock.
He knows.
In this Old Kingdom era, statues of gods stood up one day and fell down tomorrow.
Rise and fall are just a short period of time, never ending.
In all kinds of prophetic oracles,
People of the world with their feet on the ground,
I have never encountered the eternally established faith and righteousness.
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