I became the young god of Haisi

As Thorn's voice fell, the group of captives gathered, and they began to whisper.

The priests did not stop.

"We come from the Church of the Deep Sea and believe in our great will (anl-ya). You should no longer suffer and be betrayed by your compatriots—"

Thorn pierced the palm of his hand with the dagger handed by the believer, and blood flowed out.

"Drink my blood and complete the initiation ceremony. From now on, you and I will be sisters."

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A young god walks ashore: 069 【Subscription】Together, spread, crowd, gospel (10000 words)

The captured Sarkaz drank the blood from the palm of the black-skinned girl.

Using blood as a ritual, the Sarkaz suspected that they had encountered a blood demon.They observed the appearance of the priests themselves, without Sakota's halo, nor did they have any foreign characteristics.

Agor people.

Not everyone knows.At least, these Sarkaz who were born and died in the flames of war have no spare time to understand a race born in the deep sea.They don't even know what the deep sea is.

"Who exactly are you?"

asked a Sarkaz who drank blood tremblingly.

"Are you blood demons?"

asked the girl just now.

"No. We are not Sarkaz. I am Agor, and they are all my compatriots. We came from Iberia to spread the Gospel of the Great Will. Join us, you are sisters, and you will never suffer again."

There was still a trace of blood on the corner of the girl's mouth.Thorn gently wiped the stain of his own blood from the girl's lips, and licked the fingertip that wiped off the blood.This is a precious nutrient, and believers never waste it.

"Okay. You have completed the 'Holy Communion', and after that, we are compatriots. I promise you that you will not suffer any more, and you can decide for yourself-stay here, or go south to Iberia. There are people in Iberia You will be given a place to live, someone will give you dignity, someone will give you a job."

Thorn is still flustered about his first gift of grace and spreading the teachings of the deep sea.But judging from the results, it was done well.

"Is what you said true?"

A Sarkaz warrior asked in disbelief.

Sarkaz doesn't believe in tears.

They have never been treated so kindly.Even captives.

"Of course. Oh, by the way, since you are all infected, after drinking the 'holy blood', your body will have a rejection reaction for a period of time. Please be mentally prepared."

"Rejection?"

As soon as Thorn's voice fell, Hai Si's blood began to transform Sarkaz.

"Ahhh-"

"It's hot, it's hot..."

"It hurts, it hurts to death! Priest, you fucking plot us!!"

"Sister, did you lie to us?"

The young Sarkaz girl's red pupils were full of pain.

now.

Every Sarkaz can feel the severe pain from the body.Some parts seemed to be boiled, some organs seemed to be torn apart by evil beasts... What's more, blood had already started to be coughed up.

"May the great crowd be with you, Anya—"

Thornhand holds the priest's cross pendant, praying for the new Phratry.

Sarkaz screamed one after another.

In the bodies of these demons, Origin Stone and Hai Si are fighting.It was a struggle between the earth and the sea. Although the origin stones inherited will, there was no 'god' to govern them.But Hai Si has it.

And the god of sea descendants, anl-ya, is crossing the wilderness and gradually approaching Kazdel.The closer they are to their gods, the more active the Haisi cells will be.At first, ore disease can also gain an advantage by occupying it for a longer period of time.

But soon-

Haizi cells began to digest the host's flesh and blood crazily, and reconstructed the digested flesh and organs with Haisi cells.The number of Haizi cells quickly increased greatly, and the horn of counterattack was sounded. They grew 'tentacles' and embedded them in the ore blocks.

The flesh and blood began to corrode the origin stone.

Origin Stone began to howl.

They struggled and disintegrated frantically, not wanting to become servants of the deep sea.

This also made the Sarkaz feel that their bodies seemed to be falling apart. This pain was no less than oregano running away from home.

Wailing.

The epitome of the war between the sea and the land, in the body of Sarkaz, the torment of illness is embodied.The origin stone keeps making Sarkaz's condition worse, in order to gain a chance of survival in the wildly spreading Haisi cells.

[Lovely little ones, I allow you to coexist with my children.Just like the origin stone crystals in my body——]

Anl-ya's will connected to the group, and his will suppressed the scattered source stone fragments.They flinched under the will of the gods, gave up resistance aggrieved, and accepted the control and dispatch of a large group of wills.

A silent war has come to an end.

The Sarkaz, who were in great pain, fell into a coma.

When the Sarkaz woke up again, the first thing they did was roar at the thorns.

"Damn liar! You just treat us as experimental subjects?! Go to hell with me—"

Dazed by anger, Sarkaz forgot his fear.The other party's bad behavior made her unwilling to be a prisoner even if she died.

The black-skinned girl sighed.

She stretched out her palm, found the right angle, and unloaded Sarkaz force directly.Her fist brushed past the thorny face, and her orange eyes shone with gilt light.This made the Sarkaz fighters feel a sense of oppression.

Girls are also like killing gods.

"Compatriots, please calm down. Those are the unavoidable pain points in the ceremony. I am looking at your appearance. The crowd welcomes you to join."

Under the terrifying killing intent, the Sarkaz fighter calmed down.

She looked down to check herself.

"How did my body become a woman!? You guys...wait a minute, where are the ores on the shoulders? The stones on the thighs are gone!" The Sarkaz warrior touched his lower abdomen again, closed his eyes and felt one time.

"It's not uncomfortable at all, the ore in the body seems to have disappeared!"

"Ore disease, does it give you a lot of spell gain?" Thorn asked from the side, "Now, try to make the origin stone crystal appear again—"

"Ok?"

The Sarkaz warrior looked at his arm. Tiny origin stone particles emerged from his palm, extending from his palm to his shoulder.The source stone particles formed a line, just like the energy circuit made in the staff craft.

"The origin stone will no longer harm your body, but it still gives you strength—this is the blessing of the will of the great group."

Thorns preached.

"You are already waiting like me, feel it well."

Thorn ignored the Sarkaz warrior, and walked up to the girl, stroking the top of her head tenderly.

"My sister didn't lie to you. Look, the stone on your body is gone. This is the favor of Daqun."

Just as the priest treated them tenderly, Thorn is also willing to pay more tenderness for the children.A girl recovering from pain, she touched her arm in surprise, and kept touching her cheek.

"Not anymore, not at all, really not!"

those stones.

It was a girl's nightmare. She had been infected with ore disease since she could remember.If it weren't for someone in this mercenary group willing to take pity on her, she would have died in the ruins long ago.But even if he survived, it would be difficult for an infected person who could only choose to fight to survive to adulthood in Kazdel.

This is a fact.

Girls are lucky enough.Many more children died before they could even learn to walk.

This is also true.

"Sister, I'm sorry. I misunderstood you, you are really good people!"

the first time.

The girl smiled.It was the child born from the ruins, happy for the first time.

"Okay, then choose. My fellow citizens, stay here and fight, or go home."

Come back home?

Did we have a home?

The Sarkaz mercenaries, all turned into women, looked at each other in confusion, wanting to get answers from their companions.

"You... no, us. What are we staying here for?" The irritable warrior just now had already agreed with the thorny priest.

"To spread the Gospel to large crowds and save more displaced people."

Thorn replied calmly.

"Are you serious and didn't deceive us?"

That soldier seemed to be the backbone, and the remaining Sarkaz mercenaries focused their hearts on this girl.

"of course."

"Hahaha, the savior! How dare you be the savior of Sarkaz?! Are you sure that Iberia can accommodate us demons?"

The soldier asked with a smile, but her eyes were extremely serious.

"As many as come, the Deep Sea Church will not abandon the Phratry."

"Okay! Brothers, did you hear me! Some cowards want to go home!" the Sarkaz warrior roared with a big laugh.

"No!" The mercenaries who had turned into girls responded enthusiastically.

Thorn saw the firm look in the girl's eyes, and looked at the soldier again, she couldn't bear it: "Do you want to stay?"

"Sister, you are not much older than me, are you? I was born here, understand this place better than you, and hope that children who are younger than me, like me, can be saved."

The eyes of the Sarkaz girl are sincere and pure.

Unfortunately, not half naive.

"If you are really here to save us, then I also want to do my part for my fellow clan (Sarkaz)."

Thorn was silent for a while, and then he choked out a sentence, "What's your name?"

"Michelle."

"Okay, Michel, you are welcome to join the large group of priests."

The group of deep sea priests expanded from 20 to 39 people.

They go deeper into Kazdel, they will save all who suffer, and kill any who resist.They seemed to be saints inferior to Kazdel, sacrificing their lives to save Sarkaz's children.

soon.

A legend began to circulate among Kazdel.

A religious group formed by a group of beautiful girls.They roamed the wasteland and the ruins of the city.When they fight, their bodies will mutate into organs that spray venom, ferocious fangs, beast-like claws, and skin that is difficult to penetrate even spells and weapons.

Not everyone knows about the Agors.

Not to mention this group of Sarkaz.

These Sarkaz mercenaries who wandered the battlefield for commission were panicked for a while.Treat this religious group as the lost blood of a certain royal court.

Seeing the priests of the deep sea, the mercenaries who survived by chance called them like this——

Possess the ability to change the body at will like a shapeshifter, control and donate blood like a gorefiend, and have hard skin like a stone winged demon.

Could it be that the bastard mung bean in the royal court took a fancy to and gave birth to this outrageous Sarkaz bloodline?

Many mercenaries thought so.

Rumors.

This group of priests killed without blinking an eye, and any captured Sarkaz mercenaries would disappear without a trace.And their group also inexplicably grew stronger and stronger, from 20 people at the beginning to 40 people.

From 40 people to 80 people.Until now, this religious group has expanded to more than 200 people.