Belief In The Kingdom of God

Walking on the spacious and bright palace, Kokus looked at the scenery in front of him, momentarily sighed.

In the past, although the king was too old and unable to govern, the palace seemed a little dull and depressed. But at least there are many guards in the palace, each of them shuttles among them, each has their own responsibilities, and there is a lot of extravagance.

By this time, although the palace was still huge and the palace was still bright, the old atmosphere had completely disappeared.

What Kkus saw was that many of the surrounding scenery had disappeared, and there were still some fragments of rocks and other debris on the ground, which seemed a bit messy because no one came to maintain and clean for a long time.

Many of the knights who had stood in the palace had disappeared at this time. The huge palace was only guarded by a few scattered people, which seemed a bit desolate.

He turned his head and looked aside, where a hall looked extremely ruined and dilapidated, as if it had been demolished. In the faint, many arrows can be seen.

This is the trace left by the eldest prince and the second prince in the battle in the palace, and it has been shattered to pieces. Until now, no one has been found to repair it.

Seeing this scene, he sighed faintly in his heart, and then silently felt a warmth in his heart, and his faith became much firmer.

In the faint, the majestic natural divine power in his body was gently fluctuating, as if reaching a certain critical point, about to break through.

After walking for a while, I arrived at a place where several knights with intact armor stood, carrying the **** scent of days of hard work, and staring at him coldly.

"His Royal Highness let you in!" a knight said, with a bad tone.

However, for these, Kkus just smiled slightly, and he didn't seem to mind at all.

Inside, the scene suddenly changed.

Along the road, one by one, blood-stained knights stood on both sides, quietly defending the one among them.

Kokus felt it carefully, and a strong breath was conveyed to his heart from the natural induction in the dark, making him stunned.

This is the family property that the second prince has accumulated for many years. Although there is only this last point left after the war, it is also the most elite. Among them, there are several land knights.

However, most of these people were injured, even the armor on their bodies was faintly broken, and the smell of blood that was still lingering on their bodies even though they had been cleaned, set off these people a bit miserable.

The breath of a veteran of a hundred battles came oncoming, and at the top, Kezel stared coldly at Kkus, who was gradually walking forward: "Now, do you dare to come and see me?"

As his words fell, he was immediately around, a little bit of murderous aura began to rise, everyone was watching Kkus closely, with cold eyes in their eyes.

"Why don't you dare?" Facing this disarming force, Kkus only smiled, which seemed very natural.

"Speaking of which, I also saved His Royal Highness once. If it were not for the sudden defeat of the Grand Prince, I am afraid that His Royal Highness would have become a corpse at this time."

"Huh!" Kezel snorted coldly, looked at Kkus, who was as usual, and sneered: "So, everything that happened before that was not your ghost?"

Facing Kezel's reply, Kkus just smiled and did not reply.

"Forget it, tell me your purpose..." Seeing him like this, Kezel sighed slightly and said.

Seeing Kezel's questioning, Kkus didn't reply for a while, and the scene was quiet.

"I'll persuade His Highness to surrender."

After a while, he looked at Kezel in front of him and said slowly.

"court death!"

Suddenly, the field exploded, and the knights were furious, glaring at Kkus in front of him, a little bit of murderous aura boiling, mixed with fluctuations of vindictiveness.

However, Kezel only sighed slightly, not surprisingly at Kkus's words.

"Go, tell your majesty, I am willing to surrender."

He looked a little frustrated, said lightly, and at the same time stopped the anger of everyone around him.

When Kecusi gradually moved away from his perspective, beside Kezel, a middle-aged man covered in scars walked out silently from one side.

This is Gedir, who was rescued by Kezer's personnel that day. He was seriously injured at this time and had some difficult steps.

"His Royal Highness, I don't understand..." He looked at Kezel in front of him with some confusion, with puzzlement in his eyes.

Hearing this, Kezel just sighed, then looked at the tumultuous knights below, and slowly stood up.

"Just now, I took people to the temple, and wanted the high priest to invite the ancestor god. However, when I rushed to the temple, the high priest was gone."

"The altar of the ancestors is broken..."

He said these words slowly, his face was a little pale, his face looked bloodless, and there was still a trace of shock in his eyes, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

"impossible!"

"Ancestral God!"

The knights couldn't believe it, they looked at Kezel in front of them in a daze, and shouted.

Facing these eyes, Kezel walked out slowly, never saying a word.

···

On the same day, Kezel opened the city gate, led his knight to surrender, and was made an earl by Attis.

Then, with Kezel's influence in Brook, and the brutal suppression of the previous prince, due to the situation, some nobles surrendered and gathered under the banner of Attis.

For this part of the nobles, Attis gathered them and maintained their title, while also taking the opportunity to gradually transfer their territory, further weakening its influence. As for those who resisted, Artis asked Bazel and others to lead troops to annihilate them, and was quickly suppressed under the leadership of local priests.

After more than a month, as the turmoil in the territory gradually subsided, under the comfort of many sacrifices, the original Brook's area gradually stabilized. Although it cannot be said to be complete, it can at least guarantee the stability below the surface.

In the future, with the passage of time, after the new legal system gradually penetrates into the hearts of the people, the natural rule will gradually become firmer.

Moreover, following the establishment of the Principality of Yadi Syria, Brook has been captured one after another. The surrounding city-states seemed to be shaken, and envoys and spies rushed into the territory of Attis madly.

After all, compared to the crazy and turbulent situation in the South, the situation in the Northern Territory is relatively stable. Usually the death of a city-state king is a remarkable event, not to mention that Attis is so crazy, which directly caused the two heritages for hundreds of years. The traditional city-state fell.

You know, in the Northern Territory, although the area is vast, it is vast and sparsely populated, far inferior to other densely populated areas. The total number of city-states here is only more than twenty. At this time, two were destroyed. How to prevent the surrounding city-states from being shocked or even feared.

Under such circumstances, although there are spontaneous obstructions from the gods of nature and believers, the news is inevitably detected by many city-states. Among them, the news about Attis was frantically explored, and was dug up by the surrounding city-states, trying to figure out his past.

After all, the scenes of Attis's experience seem to be too legendary, but at the age of fifteen, he has been crowned king and personally destroyed two city-states. Such a wise martial art is naturally confusing, and I try to figure out the reason.

One consequence of this action is that each duchy began to have strong vigilance against the believers of the God of Nature in their own territories, and began to take various targeted measures, or persecute or expel them, and try to reduce them. Their influence.

However, for these, Artis has no energy for the time being.

As the lords in Brooke were suppressed, for Attis, there was no obstacle on the road to the north at this time.

After a few days, the priests wearing sacrificial robes headed deeper to the north.

Faintly, in the north, an immensely large, seemingly scattered but same source of air transport was drawn by a certain force in the south, and began to fluctuate violently. The faintness began to converge, continuously merging into a small pillar of heaven, making it suddenly bright.