Chapter 12: 12
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In the distance of the village, some people stopped here, and an old man in black sacrificial clothes was quite conspicuous.
Among these people, dozens of soldiers with evil spirit all over looked at the surrounding groups of bound slaves and laughed.
"Sacrifice Lord, I think this time, I should be able to gather enough sacrifices for a long time." aside, a strong soldier with three feathers on his headdress said with some respect.
Aside, the old man nodded: "yes. The previous tribe, plus the current tribe, is enough for all the sacrifices this year."
"Then we can leave more young slaves." the soldier laughed and looked at some young and beautiful slave women around him with salivation in his eyes.
Beside him, the priest nodded and squeezed out a gloomy smile from his thin face like a skeleton.
"Why haven't the people we sent back?"
Come here for a while, the priest said with some confusion.
"It should be fast. With the number of soldiers of that tribe, it should be almost over by now."
Aside, the leader with three feathers on his head said.
"Look, someone is back," he said, pointing to dozens of people running towards here in the distance.
"Why did they come back? What about the others and the slaves of this tribe?" the priest said, subconsciously feeling something wrong.
Hearing what he said, others around him immediately felt something wrong.
The leader came to a soldier who was panting and seemed to be fleeing. He wondered, "Why are you like this? What about the others?"
"Lord barek, they, they
At this time, the soldier was panting, with a trace of fear in his eyes: "we were defeated by the other party."
"What?" the leader named balek was surprised and asked, "why did he lose? How many people were there?"
"There is only one person. The intelligence is wrong. There are totems in the other party's tribe."
At this time, another man ran forward. It seemed that he was a small leader with scars. He also had the fear of the rest of his life in his eyes.
"Impossible!"
Around, the leader and the priest shouted.
"Before we came, we had investigated clearly. Zuling clearly told me that there could be no totem in this village."
The old priest said decisively.
"Yes, the ancestral spirit has never made a mistake. Besides, if the totem makes a hand in person, you people won't have a life to come back."
The leader on the side said that as the number one person second only to sacrifice here, he was very aware of the power of tribal totem. Maybe he could not kill a tribe in a moment, but it was absolutely easy for this person.
"It's mostly a natural spirit wandering in the wilderness. I hope to become a totem and enjoy sacrifice."
The priest sneered and didn't think so.
He pointed to the defeated soldiers around him and said, "take us there and let me see who dares to oppose us."
"If an adult comes out, the other party must be unable to resist."
Balek smiled and looked confident.
He knows each other's terror better than everyone present. In the past, he has not encountered such a situation, but when the other party makes a move, no matter how powerful a warrior, he can only die obediently. If it were not for the other party's terrible strength, he would not be so respectful to it. After all, strength comes first in the wilderness.
On the other hand, after defeating the enemy, Bamu stared at his hand, sensed the power in his body, and was shocked: "this is the power of totem?"
He looked around and countless soldiers fell to the ground. He went up to a man and bowed to him.
This is one of his relatives and his cousin. They are as close as brothers. At this time, the other party was bleeding, covered in flesh and blood, but his eyes were full of expression.
"Cough, chief... He tried to speak, his eyes full of trust, worship and so on.
"Stop talking." Bamu stared at him, his heart full of pain. He knew that the other party could not live, and now it was just a reflection.
In this primitive and desolate world, the low level of medical treatment is unimaginable to modern people. Even if it is only a minor disease that seems insignificant to modern people, it is a fatal disaster for people here. To some extent, because of this, the status of sacrifice will be so high, because sacrifice not only bears the right to sacrifice totem ancestors, but also has the responsibility of doctors.
At this time, his heart was full of grief. He remembered the time when he had lived and fought with him. Suddenly, an emotion could no longer be contained. It hit his heart violently and made him want to cry.
He looked around again. All the soldiers belonging to his tribe were wounded.
"If we could get this power earlier," he thought, looking at the palm of his hand and feeling the majestic power bred in his body.
"Power?" suddenly, a bright light flashed across his mind. He seemed to think of something. One hand gently stroked the fallen people.
"Since you are an omnipotent God, please prove it to me!" he roared in his heart, praying so seriously to the existence for the first time.
Sensing the cry from the dark, Chen Ming looked at each other in surprise.
The gods have the ability to perceive their own believers. The gods who really ignite the divine fire can even be separated by several universes, and can still clearly sense the people who call their own divine name. However, Chen Ming can't do this at present. Although he still has contact with believers, he can only contact believers on his own initiative. As for the initiative to contact him with ideas through the hidden line of faith, only grama, who was appointed Pope by him, can do so at present.
At the thought of this, he smiled again, and the divine power in his body stirred gently and spread to each other through invisible contact.
These people present are his future believers. Naturally, he doesn't want to be killed or injured.
Suddenly, Bamu only felt that a greater divine power came from his body, and a green light gently brushed the man on the ground on the palm of his hand.
After the green light enveloped his body, in the shocked eyes of the people around him, wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, restoring his body as before.
Just a few breaths, the green light gradually disappeared, and the dying soldier had no scars on his whole body, but his face was still a little pale.
He stood up, looked at his body in disbelief, and felt the familiar power to return to his body again: "this, this..."
On the other side, Bamu looked at the other side in the same shock. He just vented his grief, but he didn't expect that the God really responded to his prayer.
But then, looking at the countless fallen people around him, he immediately had no time to continue to think about this problem. He hurried to the next people and gently exerted his strength according to the feeling just now. A divine force came out through the body, turned into a green light and shrouded him.
It was another shocking process. As the green light disappeared, another person was cured.
Around, the originally desperate clansmen saw this and looked at Bamu one after another, showing hope again in their eyes.
Without hesitation, Bamu stepped forward one by one and healed one by one.
Seeing this, Chen Ming frowned. When will it be?
As soon as he waved his hand, a drop of divine power broke out directly, turned into hundreds of lights through Bamu's body, and shrouded people one by one. After a few breath, on the field, everyone couldn't believe touching his intact body and staring at Bamu.
Looking at his majestic body, his eyes were full of madness and worship.
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In the distance of the village, some people stopped here, and an old man in black sacrificial clothes was quite conspicuous.
Among these people, dozens of soldiers with evil spirit all over looked at the surrounding groups of bound slaves and laughed.
"Sacrifice Lord, I think this time, I should be able to gather enough sacrifices for a long time." aside, a strong soldier with three feathers on his headdress said with some respect.
Aside, the old man nodded: "yes. The previous tribe, plus the current tribe, is enough for all the sacrifices this year."
"Then we can leave more young slaves." the soldier laughed and looked at some young and beautiful slave women around him with salivation in his eyes.
Beside him, the priest nodded and squeezed out a gloomy smile from his thin face like a skeleton.
"Why haven't the people we sent back?"
Come here for a while, the priest said with some confusion.
"It should be fast. With the number of soldiers of that tribe, it should be almost over by now."
Aside, the leader with three feathers on his head said.
"Look, someone is back," he said, pointing to dozens of people running towards here in the distance.
"Why did they come back? What about the others and the slaves of this tribe?" the priest said, subconsciously feeling something wrong.
Hearing what he said, others around him immediately felt something wrong.
The leader came to a soldier who was panting and seemed to be fleeing. He wondered, "Why are you like this? What about the others?"
"Lord barek, they, they
At this time, the soldier was panting, with a trace of fear in his eyes: "we were defeated by the other party."
"What?" the leader named balek was surprised and asked, "why did he lose? How many people were there?"
"There is only one person. The intelligence is wrong. There are totems in the other party's tribe."
At this time, another man ran forward. It seemed that he was a small leader with scars. He also had the fear of the rest of his life in his eyes.
"Impossible!"
Around, the leader and the priest shouted.
"Before we came, we had investigated clearly. Zuling clearly told me that there could be no totem in this village."
The old priest said decisively.
"Yes, the ancestral spirit has never made a mistake. Besides, if the totem makes a hand in person, you people won't have a life to come back."
The leader on the side said that as the number one person second only to sacrifice here, he was very aware of the power of tribal totem. Maybe he could not kill a tribe in a moment, but it was absolutely easy for this person.
"It's mostly a natural spirit wandering in the wilderness. I hope to become a totem and enjoy sacrifice."
The priest sneered and didn't think so.
He pointed to the defeated soldiers around him and said, "take us there and let me see who dares to oppose us."
"If an adult comes out, the other party must be unable to resist."
Balek smiled and looked confident.
He knows each other's terror better than everyone present. In the past, he has not encountered such a situation, but when the other party makes a move, no matter how powerful a warrior, he can only die obediently. If it were not for the other party's terrible strength, he would not be so respectful to it. After all, strength comes first in the wilderness.
On the other hand, after defeating the enemy, Bamu stared at his hand, sensed the power in his body, and was shocked: "this is the power of totem?"
He looked around and countless soldiers fell to the ground. He went up to a man and bowed to him.
This is one of his relatives and his cousin. They are as close as brothers. At this time, the other party was bleeding, covered in flesh and blood, but his eyes were full of expression.
"Cough, chief... He tried to speak, his eyes full of trust, worship and so on.
"Stop talking." Bamu stared at him, his heart full of pain. He knew that the other party could not live, and now it was just a reflection.
In this primitive and desolate world, the low level of medical treatment is unimaginable to modern people. Even if it is only a minor disease that seems insignificant to modern people, it is a fatal disaster for people here. To some extent, because of this, the status of sacrifice will be so high, because sacrifice not only bears the right to sacrifice totem ancestors, but also has the responsibility of doctors.
At this time, his heart was full of grief. He remembered the time when he had lived and fought with him. Suddenly, an emotion could no longer be contained. It hit his heart violently and made him want to cry.
He looked around again. All the soldiers belonging to his tribe were wounded.
"If we could get this power earlier," he thought, looking at the palm of his hand and feeling the majestic power bred in his body.
"Power?" suddenly, a bright light flashed across his mind. He seemed to think of something. One hand gently stroked the fallen people.
"Since you are an omnipotent God, please prove it to me!" he roared in his heart, praying so seriously to the existence for the first time.
Sensing the cry from the dark, Chen Ming looked at each other in surprise.
The gods have the ability to perceive their own believers. The gods who really ignite the divine fire can even be separated by several universes, and can still clearly sense the people who call their own divine name. However, Chen Ming can't do this at present. Although he still has contact with believers, he can only contact believers on his own initiative. As for the initiative to contact him with ideas through the hidden line of faith, only grama, who was appointed Pope by him, can do so at present.
At the thought of this, he smiled again, and the divine power in his body stirred gently and spread to each other through invisible contact.
These people present are his future believers. Naturally, he doesn't want to be killed or injured.
Suddenly, Bamu only felt that a greater divine power came from his body, and a green light gently brushed the man on the ground on the palm of his hand.
After the green light enveloped his body, in the shocked eyes of the people around him, wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, restoring his body as before.
Just a few breaths, the green light gradually disappeared, and the dying soldier had no scars on his whole body, but his face was still a little pale.
He stood up, looked at his body in disbelief, and felt the familiar power to return to his body again: "this, this..."
On the other side, Bamu looked at the other side in the same shock. He just vented his grief, but he didn't expect that the God really responded to his prayer.
But then, looking at the countless fallen people around him, he immediately had no time to continue to think about this problem. He hurried to the next people and gently exerted his strength according to the feeling just now. A divine force came out through the body, turned into a green light and shrouded him.
It was another shocking process. As the green light disappeared, another person was cured.
Around, the originally desperate clansmen saw this and looked at Bamu one after another, showing hope again in their eyes.
Without hesitation, Bamu stepped forward one by one and healed one by one.
Seeing this, Chen Ming frowned. When will it be?
As soon as he waved his hand, a drop of divine power broke out directly, turned into hundreds of lights through Bamu's body, and shrouded people one by one. After a few breath, on the field, everyone couldn't believe touching his intact body and staring at Bamu.
Looking at his majestic body, his eyes were full of madness and worship.
In the distance of the village, some people stopped here, and an old man in black sacrificial clothes was quite conspicuous.Among these people, dozens of soldiers with evil spirit all over looked at the surrounding groups of bound slaves and laughed."Sacrifice Lord, I think this time, I should be able to gather enough sacrifices for a long time." aside, a strong soldier with three feathers on his headdress said with some respect.Aside, the old man nodded: "yes. The previous tribe, plus the current tribe, is enough for all the sacrifices this year.""Then we can leave more young slaves." the soldier laughed and looked at some young and beautiful slave women around him with salivation in his eyes.Beside him, the priest nodded and squeezed out a gloomy smile from his thin face like a skeleton."Why haven't the people we sent back?"Come here for a while, the priest said with some confusion."It should be fast. With the number of soldiers of that tribe, it should be almost over by now."Aside, the leader with three feathers on his head said."Look, someone is back," he said, pointing to dozens of people running towards here in the distance."Why did they come back? What about the others and the slaves of this tribe?" the priest said, subconsciously feeling something wrong.Hearing what he said, others around him immediately felt something wrong.The leader came to a soldier who was panting and seemed to be fleeing. He wondered, "Why are you like this? What about the others?""Lord barek, they, theyAt this time, the soldier was panting, with a trace of fear in his eyes: "we were defeated by the other party.""What?" the leader named balek was surprised and asked, "why did he lose? How many people were there?""There is only one person. The intelligence is wrong. There are totems in the other party's tribe."At this time, another man ran forward. It seemed that he was a small leader with scars. He also had the fear of the rest of his life in his eyes."Impossible!"Around, the leader and the priest shouted."Before we came, we had investigated clearly. Zuling clearly told me that there could be no totem in this village."The old priest said decisively."Yes, the ancestral spirit has never made a mistake. Besides, if the totem makes a hand in person, you people won't have a life to come back."The leader on the side said that as the number one person second only to sacrifice here, he was very aware of the power of tribal totem. Maybe he could not kill a tribe in a moment, but it was absolutely easy for this person."It's mostly a natural spirit wandering in the wilderness. I hope to become a totem and enjoy sacrifice."The priest sneered and didn't think so.He pointed to the defeated soldiers around him and said, "take us there and let me see who dares to oppose us.""If an adult comes out, the other party must be unable to resist."Balek smiled and looked confident.He knows each other's terror better than everyone present. In the past, he has not encountered such a situation, but when the other party makes a move, no matter how powerful a warrior, he can only die obediently. If it were not for the other party's terrible strength, he would not be so respectful to it. After all, strength comes first in the wilderness.On the other hand, after defeating the enemy, Bamu stared at his hand, sensed the power in his body, and was shocked: "this is the power of totem?"He looked around and countless soldiers fell to the ground. He went up to a man and bowed to him.This is one of his relatives and his cousin. They are as close as brothers. At this time, the other party was bleeding, covered in flesh and blood, but his eyes were full of expression."Cough, chief... He tried to speak, his eyes full of trust, worship and so on."Stop talking." Bamu stared at him, his heart full of pain. He knew that the other party could not live, and now it was just a reflection.In this primitive and desolate world, the low level of medical treatment is unimaginable to modern people. Even if it is only a minor disease that seems insignificant to modern people, it is a fatal disaster for people here. To some extent, because of this, the status of sacrifice will be so high, because sacrifice not only bears the right to sacrifice totem ancestors, but also has the responsibility of doctors.At this time, his heart was full of grief. He remembered the time when he had lived and fought with him. Suddenly, an emotion could no longer be contained. It hit his heart violently and made him want to cry.He looked around again. All the soldiers belonging to his tribe were wounded."If we could get this power earlier," he thought, looking at the palm of his hand and feeling the majestic power bred in his body."Power?" suddenly, a bright light flashed across his mind. He seemed to think of something. One hand gently stroked the fallen people."Since you are an omnipotent God, please prove it to me!" he roared in his heart, praying so seriously to the existence for the first time.Sensing the cry from the dark, Chen Ming looked at each other in surprise.The gods have the ability to perceive their own believers. The gods who really ignite the divine fire can even be separated by several universes, and can still clearly sense the people who call their own divine name. However, Chen Ming can't do this at present. Although he still has contact with believers, he can only contact believers on his own initiative. As for the initiative to contact him with ideas through the hidden line of faith, only grama, who was appointed Pope by him, can do so at present.At the thought of this, he smiled again, and the divine power in his body stirred gently and spread to each other through invisible contact.These people present are his future believers. Naturally, he doesn't want to be killed or injured.Suddenly, Bamu only felt that a greater divine power came from his body, and a green light gently brushed the man on the ground on the palm of his hand.After the green light enveloped his body, in the shocked eyes of the people around him, wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, restoring his body as before.Just a few breaths, the green light gradually disappeared, and the dying soldier had no scars on his whole body, but his face was still a little pale.He stood up, looked at his body in disbelief, and felt the familiar power to return to his body again: "this, this..."On the other side, Bamu looked at the other side in the same shock. He just vented his grief, but he didn't expect that the God really responded to his prayer.But then, looking at the countless fallen people around him, he immediately had no time to continue to think about this problem. He hurried to the next people and gently exerted his strength according to the feeling just now. A divine force came out through the body, turned into a green light and shrouded him.It was another shocking process. As the green light disappeared, another person was cured.Around, the originally desperate clansmen saw this and looked at Bamu one after another, showing hope again in their eyes.Without hesitation, Bamu stepped forward one by one and healed one by one.Seeing this, Chen Ming frowned. When will it be?As soon as he waved his hand, a drop of divine power broke out directly, turned into hundreds of lights through Bamu's body, and shrouded people one by one. After a few breath, on the field, everyone couldn't believe touching his intact body and staring at Bamu.Looking at his majestic body, his eyes were full of madness and worship.
