Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 436 432. God Fudges You (Part 2)

  "Om"

  The star gate under the headquarters of Dream Company reopened. The old prophet holding a steel scepter strode out of the shining light, and Liu Hui and Mike were greeted in front of him.

  He first bowed down to salute Liu Hui, and the first words he spoke were:

   "We brought back victory and glory for God."

  These words made Liu Hui grinned. She glanced at Mike beside her. The young artist nodded to the boss with confidence, and the silly monster also pretended to cough.

  She stretched her voice and said to the old Spartan prophet in front of her:

"God has foreseen your victory, and because of this he generously prepared a new home for you. Just there, through that door, you can see the gods, who belonged to the Spartans in the Second Age. The Promised Land!"

  Hearing this, the old prophet became excited.

  He glanced in the direction pointed by Liu Hui's paws. There, there was a packed and more sacred moving rune shining. It was a flashing tunnel that was smaller than the star gate.

  It exudes a warm golden light around it, and it is also hovering with light yarn, exuding a mysterious temperament that is intriguing.

  The scene on the other side was also reflected in the light.

  It is an island in a blue sea, with dense green trees, oblique sunlight, and clouds and mist, and you can vaguely see a city on the top of a mountain.

Behind the old prophet, the soldiers of the Spartan Order also walked out of the star gate one after another. The purification process was restarted. The members of the Mano tribe who were escorted by them also received the purification they had received before. .

  There are many people in that tribe, more than a thousand people.

  It takes a long time to purify,

  However, under Liu Hui's instructions, the old prophet did not take these prisoners to stay in the underground base for too long, but instead sent them directly to the Utopia Island in the Pacific Ocean by moving the runes.

  A larger capacity purification site has been prepared over there.

  "唰"

  The old prophet was the first to step on the moving rune, and appeared on the land of Utopia in a faint dizziness.

  What catches his eyes is a large platform built on the top of the mountain, paved with white jade, the ground is flat and large, and there are huge sculptures on the left and right sides.

  Those sculptures are all “cut out” from the temple murals of the First Era.

  It was enlarged and produced in the stone carving workshop of the wasteland, and then sent to the Moshuang Mountain in the Suffering Wood Realm, where it was made into a spiritual stone figurine using secret methods.

  One by one is vivid, more than ten meters high, and its appearance is very similar to these Spartans. They also maintain the majesty of the battle in the battle of the gods, which is daunting.

  The old prophet leaned on the scepter and looked at several sculptures on both sides of the platform. In his astonished gaze, those sculptures seemed to have noticed his arrival.

  As their heads moved, a pair of divine eyes fell on the old prophet.

  It seems that the gods who have fallen at the end of the First Era are resurrected once again, examining their descendants who survived in the Second Era.

  Their manners are changing.

   In the direct gaze of the old prophet's trembling body, the spirit stone figurines raised their arms one after another, as if inviting him to a higher mountain.

  After the old prophet, the Spartan warriors who came here are all in awe.

They witnessed the huge boulder moving like a human, and saw the faces of the gods and sculptures. No one made a sound. They stood on this platform, chanting the hymns they had just learned aloud with the faith surging in their hearts. Articles.

  Even the remnants of the Manor tribe who had been escorted over looked at the scene in front of them dumbly.

  The ignorant heart seemed to be illuminated by the light of faith again at this moment. Without being ordered by others, these disabled people who were still wearing animal skins were kneeling on the ground one by one.

  They used poor language to confess their original sins to the long-dead gods.

  The legend about the twilight of the gods has long been spread throughout the dead world, and these remnants who are alive and difficult, each know the legend about the mortal age of the second era.

  They just searched for too long in the dark, and abandoned hope in despair.

  But now, new hope is in sight.

   "Go up! What are you doing here?"

  Liu Hui and Mike also moved to Utopia Island by moving the runes. The silly monster came over and saw that these Spartans seemed to be frightened. They did not move on the path that flows out of the center of the sculpture.

   seems to be the majesty of fear of bumping into the gods.

  Liu Hui shouted, and the old prophet who closed his eyes and prayed reacted. He glanced at Liu Hui hesitantly, and the latter cheered him.

  Sap took a deep breath and took the first step, just like the duties of the tribal prophet in ancient times, leading his clan to take the first step with wisdom and courage.

  He walked up the stairs in the center of the sculpture of the gods, holding the scepter, step by step.

  He could feel the sculptures on both sides with the scrutiny gaze, looking at him as if the ancestors were watching, and in front of him was a mountain path covered with smoke.

  Behind him are the people who watched him move forward and waited for him to bring back the good news.

  This scene is filled with the epic sense of myths and legends in the old prophet’s self-brain.

   is like the remnants of the second era. Under the leadership of the benevolent new **** and his humble mortal, they finally walked out of the quagmire of darkness and ignorance that had lasted for hundreds of years, and once again returned to the civilization of their ancestors.

  The old prophet was moved by himself in a mess.

  He touched his tears, raised his head hard, and did not show a weak posture under the gaze of his ancestors. The power of faith supported him and made him walk more firmly.

  The heart is also full of warm power.

  He also doubted whether the second era in those myths and legends would come, but now, all the questions have been answered.

  The answer is in the smoke cloud ahead.

  Just step on it, and you can touch this piece of promised land belonging to them, belonging to the Spartans of the Second Age!

  The old prophet took a deep breath. He stood at the end of the road, standing in front of the circulating smoke, and looked back at the hopeful people behind him.

  In the next instant, he stretched out his hand and touched the endless clouds and mist in front of him. It was like opening a door. When the tips of his fingers were entangled by smoke, the clouds of smoke scattered in front of him quickly dissipated.

  It looked like the curtain opened.

  As the smoke dissipated, the last cover of this mountain top disappeared. Under the wide-eyed gaze of the old prophet, a majestic temple was just 100 meters in front of him.

   is being built on the cliffs of this island,

  It covers a huge area, just like a real palace.

Its appearance resembles the Parthenon Temple. Hundreds of nearly 30-meter-long pillars are towering, propping up a three-story temple and a flat dome, and then extending upward at the top center position to shape a person holding a shepherd's staff, holding a shepherd's staff. The manners of a male **** holding a pipe.

  Around this temple, there are beautiful gardens full of flowers, and various trees that do not belong to this world grow in the wind. They are fairy grasses transplanted from the sorrowful woods.

  Its color is not like mortal, but also has the ability to gather aura. Under their background, the aura around this temple is floating near the essence.

  And under the sun, shining on the temple on the top of the mountain, shone a stunning golden splendor, and a rainbow descended from the clouds, shrouded in the surroundings of the temple.

   is like a ladder to the sky.

  The old prophet Rao is mentally prepared.

  But at this moment, he was still choked and speechless. He recognized the temple, which was the summit of the Shenqi Plain, the temple that had been destroyed in the dusk of the gods.

  It is the last trace of the civilization of the First Era in their world, representing the departure and disappearance of their ancestors and their gods.

  The new gods are so kind and generous.

  They specially repaired and rebuilt this temple for the remnants of the second era, as the starting point for their civilization in the new era.

   makes it clear not to forget the past, but also to pursue the future.

   "Praise the gods."

  The old prophet humbled his head and placed his left hand on his right shoulder. His heart was filled with a dizzying sense of happiness, and he could barely breathe under his excitement.

   can only work hard to adjust, chanting praise in the heart.

  Behind him, behind the big mountain platform, the Spartans also saw this scene, and they also saw the magnificent temple appearing like a miracle, emerging from the smoke in the sun.

  Almost needless to say, they cheered.

  It's messy, they don't know what they are cheering, but when they see the temple of the first era, they feel like a soft corner is touched in their hearts.

  The joy and enthusiasm mixed in the cheers, there is no need to say more.

  After crossing the vast sea of ​​time, experiencing the torture of darkness, passing through barrenness and ignorance, they finally returned home.

——

   "This Hall of Valor is our gift to you, Tharp."

  In the temple on the top of the mountain, the old prophet walked humbly in this palace full of light with a metal scepter and a record slab in his hand.

  Now it’s still very empty. There are not too many decorations. The Spartans need to make their own heritage sacrificial vessels and put them in it.

  Lao Jiang’s consciousness projection hovered beside the old prophet.

  Like a tour guide, he brought the old prophet to the palace that was given to them. He said:

  "Since the name is the Hall of Valor, it is naturally not only a place for mortals to pray and sacrifice. This temple has magic blessings, and it can house the souls of warriors.

  This is another secret I want to tell you. "

  Lao Jiang said to the prophet in a leisurely tone:

   "Those warriors who died for the civilization of the Spartans, sages, they will return to this place at the time, and those faceless sculptures are their place of soul.

  You must sacrifice to them like the gods, and they, like the heroic spirits in the legend, will show up as heroic spirits to help you when you need help.

  I arranged for a ‘new god’ to help them and teach them. "

  Boss Jiang stopped, and he said to the old prophet:

  "From today, the era that belongs to you will truly come, but the gods of the second era will not descend from the sky. New gods will be born from among you, and you will shape your own gods with your own hands.

  In a war of protection or salvation, the bravest and wisest of you will become a member of the gods. "

   Jiang Xia looked at the few faceless sculptures at the end of the temple in front of him, and said to him:

  "And you, you, the remnants of the Dark Ages, the prophet who entered the Second Age, have been listed.

  After you complete your obligations to the people in the mundane world, you will also ascend to heaven.

  In another way, you will continue to guide your people to thrive in this new world. "

"This"

  The old prophet didn’t know what to say at this moment.

  But he doesn’t have to go into details either, because after Boss Jiang has given the benefits, he will start the task.

   "Thap, my companions have already learned the news. Three days later, there will be a group of superhumans in this world who will attack this paradise island belonging to the Spartans.

  They are powerful and come with destruction and war. If they don’t destroy this place, they will not give up. "

   "Let them come!"

  The old prophet’s eyes widened for a moment, and his tone was as firm as a decisive voice. He roared in this temple, shouting loudly:

  "The Spartans have traveled a long distance to reach our promised land. The era that belongs to us has begun, and no one can destroy this great revival and rise!

  Let them come!

  In the name of God! We will fight them, win, and finally bury them! "

"very good."

  Lao Jiang looked at the old prophet’s reaction with satisfaction. He knew that this was not a disguise, but an angry roar from his heart. He needed this unyielding will to war.

  He said softly:

  "Then let the soldiers be prepared. Tharp, don't worry about the victory or defeat, the gods will walk with you in this battle."

  (End of this chapter)