Section 317

It has a great appeal.

They believe that the gods are dead, and the temple's statement is just self-deception, and humans should rely on themselves to save themselves. The thirteen sin kings of the year are the best examples.

"The King's Palace" claims to have inherited the beliefs of the thirteen sin kings, and wants to reshape the heroes among humans, cultivate a new king who can save the world, and end everything.

Finally, there are cults of all sizes all over the continent.

These sects are also divided into two categories.

One is the surrender faction, or speculators.

They believe in the evil god who is about to destroy the world, calling it "the snake that devours the world", and regard it as the true god, denouncing the dragon god as a false god. "True God Church" is the most influential and powerful sect of this kind, and it is also the most troublesome enemy of the "Temple".

Among them, there are both lunatics who are foolish enough to destroy the world, and speculators who think that they will be blessed by joining the snake that devours the world and becoming devout believers.

The other category is radicals.

Although this type of cult also believes in evil gods, they do not believe in the destroyer. Instead, they believe in various gods outside the world, and many of the names of gods may be made up by them.

Therefore, most of them do not have any mysterious power at all, and they just do it by themselves; a small number of them rely on the gods and sacrifices they made up to coincide with the great ways of certain existences in the void, and establish connections with them through faith, thus becoming a veritable cult.

For example, if you make up a god of killing, if your faith is devout enough, it is very likely to touch a certain existence that happens to pass by this world and walks the path of killing. If the other party is interested, they will establish a connection.

These radicals are completely different from the True God Church. They believe that # humans are small and useless, and only evil gods can fight against evil gods # . The reason why they believe in evil gods is not to destroy the world, but to try to find another powerful god to solve the "Snake that Devours the World".

But no matter what kind of cult group it is, they are all targets of the Temple, and they are irreconcilable.

After figuring out the situation in this world, Yuan Buwei's current situation is very clear.

Obviously, what he encountered this time was a radical cult group, a small sect with only a few hundred people in total, and somehow it established a connection with an ancient void beast and regarded it as a belief.

It's a pity that the ancient void beast was too unlucky to run into Yuan Buwei, a ruthless person who eats beasts without spitting out bones. Not only was the whole beast devoured, but Yuan Buwei also accepted the prayers from his devout believers.

With the help of the connection that had not been interrupted during the sacrifice, Yuan Buwei separated a trace of divine thought and quietly sneaked into this world that was unknown how far away from him.

"Bloody Moon, God of Hunting..." Yuan Buwei pondered over this name and groaned, "I heard from the Mechanical Overlord that many natives of small worlds would mistake the Void Ancient Beast for the evil god. It seems that this sect can establish a connection with the Void Ancient Beast, probably because this name has some connection with the Tao of the Void Ancient Beast."

...If someone worships his name and touches his Yi Dao, will they also be able to establish a connection with his original body in the void?

This thought was just a flash, and Yuan Buwei did not delve into it. After all, he has more important things to do now.

He gently raised his eyelids and looked around, his eyes inadvertently passing over the body of the Pope on the ground.

...Cult? Pope? It seems very interesting.

The wind stopped, the blood waves subsided, and an invisible and intangible darkness descended with the figure of the young man. In the suffocating atmosphere, all the cultists were pressed to the ground and could not move.

Behind him, a group of boys and girls tied to the ground held their breath and stared at the scene with wide eyes.

Suddenly, they felt the ropes loosen, and the darkness seemed to inject strength into everyone.

They stared at the back in front of them in a daze, with a look of shock on their faces.

Someone whispered in a very low voice.

"... Are you a god?"

Yuan Buwei suddenly showed a serious expression.

"No, I'm just a preacher of the Lord."

"Compared to the fragile and tender lamb, the Lord prefers souls full of evil thoughts and madness..."

The boy did not look back, only a calm and cold voice came from the front and floated into everyone's ears.

He looked at the cultists kneeling on the ground indifferently.

"——The sacrifice has not ended yet, who will continue to complete the ceremony and offer a more delicious sacrifice to the Lord?"

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The night wind was raging, and the thick darkness covered everything.

As the boy spoke, some of the kidnapped boys and girls were still confused, while some had already guessed something, and their eyes suddenly showed horror.

"I'll do it!"

A slightly hoarse boy's voice suddenly broke the silence. In the middle of the boys on the left, a thin boy with messy hair rolled on the ground and stood up steadily.

Before others could react, the boy had already strode to the Pope's body and pulled out the dagger stuck in the Pope's heart with trembling hands.

He glanced at Yuan Buwei secretly, and without hesitation, he walked past Yuan Buwei and walked towards the group of cultists who were kneeling on the ground and unable to move.

Blood flowed down the dagger onto his hand.

He held the dagger tightly, his facial expression becoming quite serious due to nervousness.

Looking at his back, a group of boys and girls finally realized something and changed their faces.

Shock, fear, panic, helplessness... all kinds of expressions flashed across their faces.

Finally, one after another, some people stood up from the ground, hesitated for a moment, and caught up with him with gritted teeth.

Yuan Buwei stood there and watched this scene quietly.

These boys and girls looked to be around fifteen years old. In the civilized society he had experienced, they would definitely be protected.

But in this chaotic continent today, in this world where even the world itself cannot protect itself, no one will take care of them as carefully as they would a seedling.

——Of course, Yuan Buwei can do it. But he doesn't have the compassion to save everyone. Even if he saves them this time, what about the next time, and the next time?

If they want to avoid such a miserable situation as today and become the lambs to be slaughtered under the knife of others, what they should do is not to cry, but to have the power to protect themselves. Even if they do not have this power for the time being, they should at least show their determination and will for Yuan Buwei to see.

Only in this way can they be worthy of being cultivated. To be precise, they are worthy of being tools.

And now, it is obvious that someone has understood Yuan Buwei's intention and handed in an answer sheet that satisfies him-

Blood flashes, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground is heard.

A quarter of an hour later, the strong bloody smell spread again, covering the night with a layer of blood.

The bodies of the black-clad cultists fell all over the ground. In the crescent-shaped blood pool not far away, blood was surging and rippling. The high-standing bloody moon statue cast a narrow shadow, and a group of boys and girls were retching beside it.

In front of the blood pool, the boy stood silently.

His jet-black hair and robes seemed to be covered with a layer of night, and his originally handsome features had an inexplicable magical temperament, which made him look even more inhuman.

- In fact, this was the divine bonus brought by becoming the master of the Great Dao. In the terms of the world of immortal cultivation, it was the Dao essence. Now Yuan Buwei, even if he was only possessed by a wisp of divine thoughts, was enough to make this body constantly transformed by his own Great Dao, just like the higher-level life magnetic field radiating lower life. What he showed was that he was becoming more and more inhuman.

He just stood there quietly, giving people a feeling of erratic, unpredictable and unpredictable changes. It was like the night that kept changing from dusk to dawn.

"The incarnation of the evil god sung in the myths and epics... should be just like this, right?"

Not far away, Ibet, who had finally recovered from his retching, stared at the figure of the boy blending into the night, and such a thought suddenly popped up in his mind. Online$Read$

Then, he saw the figure getting closer and closer, and finally came to him, and the shadow cast from the boy's body completely enveloped him.

"What's your name?"

Ibet was startled, his mind went blank for a moment, and he stood there with his mouth wide open. But soon, his sluggish brain started to work again, and his heart began to beat excitedly.

The boys and girls around him also realized something, and they all cast envious eyes on the stunned Ibet. They, who are at the bottom of society, know very well that the favor of a big man can completely change a person's fate.

Ibet himself knows it even better.

"My name is Ibet, I don't have a surname, you, you can call me like this."

He stuttered, his eyes sparkling. As if he saw some hope that he had never seen before.

Yes, at first glance, he is the kind of tool man with full subjective initiative. I like such a tool man... Yuan Buwei's mouth corners inadvertently rose, and he decided to stimulate the enthusiasm of the tool man a little more.

"You did a good job and passed the test."

In Ibet's eyes that were dizzy with praise, Yuan Buwei suddenly spoke, with a rather charlatan temperament: "My Lord is about to come to this world, so that all souls can bathe in His glory. Are you willing to practice His way and become the first believer of My Lord in this world?"

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The answer to Yuan Buwei's question is of course affirmative.

Not only Ibet, but also those boys and girls who took the initiative to stand up obviously saw the hope of changing their fate in him, and would not miss this opportunity.

A group of tools were obtained.

Due to the strong crackdown of the temple on the cult, the "Underworld Moon Church", a small sect that believes in the Bloody Moon, has been hiding outside a remote and backward town. Their base camp is a long-abandoned manor hidden deep in the mountains and forests, and the holy pool is built in the yard.

Due to the various ghost legends they deliberately spread, no one dared to approach the manor on weekdays.

When Yuan Buwei successfully harvested the first batch of believers including Ibet, the first thing he did was to command the tools to dispose of the bodies.

——Regarding this, the "Underworld Moon Church" has quite a lot of experience. When Yuan Buwei received all their inheritance, he certainly knew what to do.

Moreover, they were all tools working anyway.

There was no feeling of exploiting child laborers. Seeing that the tools were working in an orderly manner, Yuan Buwei was eager to slack off, so he lazily followed the path of the manor and found an uninhabited room.

He lay down on the tall chair.

"I almost forgot about the important things." The lit crystal lamp showed the boy's suddenly serious expression, "I'm not the kind of person who would slack off when I don't do the important things."

"999, I'll give you a task," Yuan Buwei called out System 999, "Compile a set of prayers for me in the shortest time, think of the name of God and the name of the sect, and also compile a logically complete origin."

"You have believers, but you haven't even thought of the name and origin of the church. How inappropriate."

System 999: [? ? ? ]

Yuan Buwei seemed to see its doubts and explained