Enemy proposes to me every episode [Quick Transmigration]

On the altar built hastily with blue stones, there are several nested circles drawn with chicken blood grass, surrounded by weeds, and dotted with bird and animal droppings, giving it a desolate atmosphere.

A few people in ragged clothes stood in front of the altar, with numbness in the despair on their faces.

One of them asked with some unease, "Can it work this time?"

A voice immediately scolded him: "Shut up!"

Lying on the altar was a ten-year-old boy with his eyes closed, his arms outstretched, his face full of horror, and tears continuously falling down his face.

In front of him, the old man whose face was painted black with paint said in an old and hoarse voice: "Get ready to start."

He picked up a rusty iron nail, and stabbed it hard into the boy's palm!

Blood gushed out, and the boy screamed in pain, his whole body convulsed.

But he forced himself to keep his original posture still.

A trace of pity flashed in the old man's eyes, and he picked up another nail and pierced the boy's other palm.

Blood gushed out at an unbelievable speed, quickly filling the entire circle, and the boy's cries of pain gradually became weaker, until finally only faint breaths remained.

After waiting for a long time, seeing that the young man was about to die, and there was still no true God to show mercy, everyone's faces once again showed deep despair and sorrow, and the young man's parents showed a trace of grief.

At this moment, a tiny light suddenly burst out in the air above the boy, as if a crack had appeared in the sky!

The crack slowly expanded, and a translucent substance gushed out, as if something was trying to squeeze in.

The people below suddenly showed expressions of excitement, nervousness, and anticipation.

——They finally have a new True God Messenger!

The old priest took out a small crumpled flag from his arms, looked at it with some distress, and then tore it into two pieces without hesitation.

A puff of blue smoke floated from the flag and flew towards the crack in the sky.

As expected, the crack expanded rapidly, and a stream of pure black light gushed out, directly piercing into the boy's forehead.

The boy suddenly let out a scream, which was ten times more painful than when his palm was pierced just now.

The old priest's face changed slightly: "Black God..."

Someone next to him asked cautiously, "Is the Black God not good?"

The old priest shook his head: "The Black God is the lowest-level true god, and his power may be very weak... Alas, there is no way to do it. Our true god's eyes are too weak to invite high-level true gods."

At this time, the young man on the altar had calmed down, and the old priest hurried forward and pulled out the iron nail stuck in his palm.

The wound was still bleeding, but it wasn't as scary as before.

The old priest frowned: Don't even have the ability to heal itself?

But the true god has been invited, and there is no other way.

The old priest helped the boy up: "How do you feel?"

The boy opened his eyes, blew on his palm, and shook his head in confusion: "I don't feel anything..."

I didn't notice the fullness of power I heard before.

The old priest sighed in his heart: "Maybe the power of the true god has not fully integrated into your body, go back and rest first."

The young man nodded.

Before the boy's parents could help him down, a young man suddenly ran over from a distance and shouted loudly: "A sore has appeared in the village! A sore has appeared in the village!"

Everyone's expression changed immediately!

The old priest immediately looked at the young man: "Ah Lang, you must do it."

Although A-Lang is not very old, he has matured very early, he bit his lip and nodded: "Okay."

On the way back to the village, A-Lang was trying to feel the power of the true god in his body.

According to the experience taught by the priest and the previous true god messenger, after the true god's power possessed him, he should be able to feel a warm current in his heart-but after accepting the ceremony, he did not respond.

Is it because the true god power he got is not strong enough?

A-Lang had heard the old priest comment on the "Black God"...but even the lowest-level Black God should have power!

All the way back to the village, Ah Lang failed to awaken the power of the true god.

At this time, the village has been occupied by sore beasts.

The space in the sky is distorted, forming a hole of nothingness. The hole is still wriggling, and you can vaguely see the strange colorful colors rolling inside. Different colors bite each other. Occasionally, when one color has the upper hand, the hole will spit out a hole. Blob of slime—the blob of slime would then turn into a monstrous worm.

The appearance of these insect beasts is illogical, and their limbs twist without rules. As soon as they hit the ground, they start to destroy houses and the ground wantonly. Everything eaten by them will "disappear" immediately, leaving nothing, and even gradually distorted and become new. "Sores".

If it goes on like this, it will soon be covered by "sores".

Those who escaped from the village already knew that A-Lang had successfully accepted the power of the True God, and immediately bowed to A-Lang: "Messenger of the True God! Please save us!"

The old priest also whispered in Alang's ear: "The power of the Black God is limited, first close the sores, and we will kill the sore beasts slowly."

A Lang was so anxious that a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead - not to mention the power of the Black God, he really didn't sense any power at all!

The sore beast continues to wreak havoc.

Seeing that the village where he grew up was about to be destroyed, A-Lang prayed desperately in his heart, hoping that the true God would show mercy.

Just as he gradually became desperate and blamed himself, a voice suddenly rang in his mind:

[Raise your hand. 】

A-Lang raised his hand subconsciously.

A black flame suddenly flew out from between his fingers, and landed on the sore beast that was about to bite down on a lying woman.

"Hey!"

The sore beast didn't make any resistance, and immediately turned into a pool of black ash and disappeared.

The rescued woman got up, stumbled and ran away with a little disbelief.

The old priest looked at A-Lang in shock: "This, did you do this?"

A-Lang also looked at his hands a little uncertainly: "I..."

"Don't talk about this, the sores haven't closed yet!"

Ah Lang woke up like a dream, and hurried to the village.

Every time he encountered a sore beast, he would stretch out his hand according to the voice that appeared in his heart, and then watched the black flames burn the sore beast to death.

No sore beast can resist a move in his hands.

However, when he got near the huge sore, A-Lang burned a few sore beasts that had just crawled out, trying to close the sore, but found that he didn't know what to do.

The voice in his heart was gone.

Only when a new sore beast appeared, he could burn the opponent to death.

Seeing that A-Lang had only burned the sore beast, the old priest was impatient: "A-Lang, close the sore! How long are you going to burn like this?"

A-Lang almost cried: "I, I don't know what to do..."

The old priest was taken aback.

Just when they were watching in vain that A-Lang could not close the sore but could only burn the sore beast, someone suddenly shouted: "The messenger in green from the county is here!"

Before the words finished, a man in a blue Confucian shirt flew into the sky, looked at A-Lang in surprise, then waved his sleeves, and the blue light floated, like spring water flowing towards the sores, enveloping the sores, but within a moment, The sores disappeared, and the source of the sore beast's birth disappeared completely.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi landed in front of A-Lang, with a slight majesty in his expression: "You are the newborn messenger of the true god? Why don't you close the sore?"

A-Lang was so intimidated by the aura of the Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi that he was speechless, and after a while he murmured: "I, I don't know what to do..."

Confucian scholar frowned: "After feeling the power of the true god, you still can't? Then who taught you to kill the sore beast?"

A-Lang remembered the voice in his heart, and just about to speak, he heard that voice appear again:

[Don't disclose my existence. 】

A-Lang's words turned into: "I don't know, it just happens somehow."

Seeing that A-Lang was only a child in his teens, the Confucian scholar murmured, "It seems that this true god is weak enough..."

The old priest came over to thank the Confucian scholar, and said with some shame: "Thank you, sir, for your help. The eyes of the true god in our village are getting weaker and weaker. This is the only time in the past three years that the true god has shown mercy."

The Confucian scholar nodded: "That's why I came here...the Eyes of the True God here are not enough, so you have to evacuate."

The face of the old priest changed slightly: "But, the fields around here are the only ones that can be planted..."

"Without the guard of the true god messenger, this place will soon be swallowed up by the sore beast." The Confucian scholar shook his head, glanced at A-Lang, and paused, "You new true god messengers can't grasp the power well."

The old sacrificial priest took the opportunity and said, "Can I ask your lord to give you some advice for A-Lang?"

The Confucian scholar looked at the longing in A-Lang's eyes, and pondered for a moment: "It's okay to try."

……

It was too late, and A-Lang was quickly dragged to sleep.

It's just that Ah Lang couldn't fall asleep at all, lying on the bed, trying to talk to that wonderful voice in his heart: "That... are you the real god?"

This time the voice didn't ignore him:

[If you count according to your definition, then yes. 】

A flash of excitement suddenly flashed in A-Lang's heart.

The messengers of the true god who were able to heal the sores in the past just borrowed the power of the true god, and now a true god descended directly on his body... Isn't that very powerful?

[It's best not to think like this, I can't solve your sore problem. 】

A Lang was splashed with cold water: "Why?"

[Because I can't use any healing power. 】

"..." A-Lang was a little hard to understand this sentence, "Shouldn't the true god be omnipotent?"

[Now you know, you can't. 】

A-Lang fell silent for a moment, a little at a loss.

[But I can help you kill the sore beast, and guarantee that no sore beast can escape.You are responsible for sniping the sore beast, and let other people be responsible for healing the sores, isn't that all right? 】

A-Lang froze for a moment, then thought about it, and found that it seemed...it seemed really good.

[However, I need you to do one thing for me. 】

After all, it was the true god descending, Alang suddenly said in awe: "What is it? You ordered."

[I want to find someone... no, it should be said, I am looking for a true god messenger.Who is the most powerful messenger of the true god newly born in your world recently? 】

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Sorry for the busy New Year's Day, so the update is late... Happy New Year everyone w