Return from the second dimension

This is a little nobleman who is not considered noble by birth, and experienced ups and downs in his early years.

When I was young, I almost drowned. When I was young, I was poisoned by food and almost lost my life.

The only lucky thing is that he inherited the family's territory, and the income is not bad.

The life of the little nobles in the backward era is not as good as expected, and their lives are monotonous and pitiful.

The benefits of being a nobleman are at best that there is no shortage of food and clothing, and there is no need to worry about not getting a wife.

Of course, compared to ordinary people, it is still rich and colorful, and it is easier to get satisfaction after having power.

Participated in two battles to surrender gangsters and hacked to death a severely wounded gangster. Apart from these things, the little nobleman had no particularly exciting experience in his life.

The middle-aged little nobleman suddenly got a serious illness and was only one step away from death.

Just when he was desperate and ready to die, a temple missionary came to his home.

The missionary told the little nobleman that as long as he swears to believe in a certain god in public according to his own requirements, he will have the opportunity to receive the gift of the gods and thus get rid of deadly diseases.

The little nobleman had no faith in his life, and would doubt the missionary's statement, and even felt that the other party had other plans.

It's just that he is dying and he has no right to choose at all. He can only hold a ceremony according to the other party's statement and swear an oath to become a believer of the gods under the public.

A miraculous thing happened, when the little nobleman swore to become a believer in the gods, a light fell from the sky, enveloping the little nobleman.

The sudden change stunned the onlookers present and didn't know what to do.

Only the missionary always showed a calm smile and shouted words of thanks for the blessing of the gods.

Soon the light dissipated, and his face was full of dead gray, a little noble would die at any time, and he became younger.

As for the disease that plagued the little nobleman, it has been completely cured. The little nobleman who had to walk with support has now become free to run and jump.

The crowd onlookers were shocked, and they knelt on the ground, praying to become believers of the gods.

This incident spread, became a real miracle, and was even recorded by the temple.

As a bystander, Tang Zhen could feel that this incident had a strong performance from beginning to end.

It was not the little nobleman who acted, the audience was even more confused, and the only person who understood was the missionary monk.

He used a special method to attract the blessing of the gods and showed a miracle in public.

The missionary monk is of ordinary strength, but he can display the blessing of the gods, which is obviously not the ability he can possess.

Tang Zhen became interested in this missionary, cast his perspective on him, and kept tracing along the path of fate.

Soon he saw a scene where the missionary was located in a temple, surrounded by many missionaries dressed like him.

On the high platform in front, there was an elderly monk with a majestic face, who was telling everyone.

Tang Zhen could not hear the sound, but was able to guess what the old monk was telling through the mouth of the other party.

It turns out that they are planning a major event, preparing to create some miracles artificially, thereby increasing the number of believers.

The way to create miracles is to sacrifice to the gods through special means, and accidentally get a batch of divine charm talisman.

As long as the talisman is activated, it can lead to divine grace and create a miracle artificially.

When Tang Zhen saw this, he already knew the reason why the little nobleman was healed. As expected, he used special props.

The methods are not clever, but they are very effective. The more ignorant the age, the more so.

Seeing this, Tang Zhen put his consciousness on the old man who was speaking, wanting to see what means the other party used to obtain the talisman that can create miracles.

The angle of view changed, Tang Zhen did not hesitate, and followed the opponent's line of fate to search all the way.

It wasn't until a scene appeared in front of him that Tang Zhen stopped traversing quickly and watched seriously.

In the center of the huge and primitive altar, there is a deep pit in which countless corpses float.

Looking at the dressing of the corpses, they were obviously prisoners of war.

Many more prisoners of war were tied up with ropes and driven to the altar forcibly, and then the executioners cut their throats with an obsidian knife.

This is sacrifice with living people, brutal and bloody.

Such a dark and cruel scene was worshipping a righteous god. The god statue stood in the center of the blood pool with a compassionate smile on his face.

Around the blood pool, there were priests and monks wearing rune robes and masks.

They chanted mantras loudly, with pious expressions, and turned a blind eye to the wailing and begging of the prisoners.

As the blood accumulated deeper and deeper, and there were more and more floating corpses, the solemn and huge idol began to slowly react.

In the calm blood pool, bunches of bubbles continued to emerge, as if they were boiling in a very short time.

Lines of things resembling blood vessels and tendons formed rapidly on the surface of the blood pool, and then, like a swimming snake, went straight to the idol and entangled.

The moment he touched the idol, the ferocious blood vessels immediately climbed up, covering the surface of the idol in a short time.

Originally with a somewhat weird idol, it looked extremely gloomy at the moment, and it seemed to exude an inexplicable evil aura.

The priests and monks surrounding the blood pool showed excited expressions and involuntarily accelerated the speed of chanting.

At the same time, he stared at the idol intently, with longing in his eyes, as if he was a slave driven by desire.

For them, this is the response of the gods and the result they have been looking forward to.

We must seize the opportunity to let the gods know their demands, and then pray for divine grace!

In order to ensure that the goal can be achieved, more prisoners of war were pushed to the edge of the blood pool, directly beheaded and pushed into the blood pool.

But in a short period of time, nearly a thousand prisoners of war were all beheaded, and the wailing and screaming sounded through the sky.

This is the price of trading with the gods, and only a sufficient number of sacrifices can attract the gods' attention to the ants.

The blood vessels in the blood pool became denser, and those blood vessels on the god statue began to extend towards the interior of the god statue.

If you observe carefully, you will find that there is a gloomy glow in the eyes of the god statue.

"Boom bang bang!"

A sound like a heartbeat came from the position of the god statue, and the entire blood pool surface began to agitate slowly like a heart.

In the endless void, there was a soft sigh, and the blood in the entire blood pool was instantly absorbed.

As for the corpses of the prisoners of war in the blood pool, they have all turned into dry corpses, and there is no longer a trace of water.

The huge idol in the center of the blood pool turned blood red in an instant, and the indescribable atmosphere of pressure spread.

The priests and believers knelt down, their eyes full of enthusiasm, staring at the idol in the center of the blood pool.

The dazzling light is centered on the idol, spreading towards the surroundings, with an extremely sacred breath.

Infected by this kind of breath, I can't help feeling in awe, and my body trembles because of the tremendous pressure.

"God's grace has come, God's grace has come!"

A bishop cheered loudly, and other priests and monks echoed loudly, with unconcealable awe and joy in his tone.

In this dazzling light, one after another, like blood crystals with runes, quietly floated around the statue, exuding a breath of shock.

As for the idols in the light, they seemed to have life, slowly looking at the believers around them with cold and merciless eyes.

When the gaze of the idol fell somewhere, it suddenly stopped moving, and then let out a roar.

The mysterious and solemn atmosphere was broken in an instant, leaving the surrounding monks and priests at a loss.

"I found you, see where you hide!"

Among the cultivators beside the blood pool, Tang Zhen walked out slowly, and said softly with a smile on his face.