Chapter 275 The Temple Head Is Open, Recruiting Guards

These simple ancient humans were deeply moved by the spirit of the swamp banshee sacrificing herself as human beings.

Coupled with the drama performances over the past few days, everyone has a very good impression of the Swamp Sect and is very familiar with the doctrine.

After this seemingly tiny thing, dozens of residents took this last step and naturally became believers of the swamp sect.

And the moment they become believers, they sense a vast and inviolable, majestic and sacred aura that penetrates into their souls.

Great, eternal beings, watching them through endless spaces.

Appreciate, affirmation. All kinds of emotions pour into your heart.

The believers were stunned at first, then unbelievable, and finally so excited that they burst into tears.

They felt it, felt the gaze of the great swamp god! !

My God is above, God, he actually saw them! !

What a glory, what a glory! !

Many residents fell to the ground and prayed loudly with red faces.

The pious tone and the hot attitude touched the residents around him.

Looking at the familiar companions, they were praying in the same posture as the characters in the play, subconsciously chanting the prayer with them in their hearts.

After reading the prayer, I suddenly felt a sacred breath coming.

It was like an existence living among the endless stars and glanced down.

Although careless, the breath conveyed is extremely clear.

The other party looked here! !

My heart trembled wildly.

Then, is that the God of the Swamp?

There are really gods! !

After this wave of operations, the number of shallow believers directly exceeded 100!

God, this is a legendary existence. Although the Immortal Temple has been built for a long time, even the old people in the village say that it is a place of blessing for the village and can become their patron saint when dark creatures attack.

But where are the dark creatures?

From childhood to adulthood, they all lived in the village and had never seen any dark creatures.

Instead, they were bitten by wild animals, caught a cold and a fever, and their illnesses bothered them.

And prayer has never received a reply, and I can't even feel the existence of the gods I believe in.

Over time, even the older generation became a little bit sloppy with the temple.

In comparison, temples are more of a custom than a belief.

At this moment, the real god descended, and the impact directly penetrated the soul and penetrated the bloodline!

In contrast, there is nothing special about the immortal god I have ever believed in before and I can't feel any existence.

The balance of the heart moves quietly.

After the treatment incident, the aftermath is still rippling.

The Swift Banshee took advantage of the situation and began to treat other villagers who had old injuries and diseases.

And it looks like they are using their vitality to exchange for the health of the villagers.

This scene moved many villagers so much that their eyes were wet. The belief in their hearts deepened with their actions.

After all this, the crowd dissipated with excitement. At this time, a young villager of eighteen or nineteen years old approached the swamp banshee with a little shyness.

"Hello ladies, can I ask you something?"

Ten swamp banshees stopped in unison and looked at each other.

Seeing this scene, the young man subconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes and stammered.

"Yes, is that OK?"

The swamp banshee who took action to save the villagers showed a gentle smile on her face.

"Of course, young Catanaro warriors."

The young man's face suddenly showed a look of surprise and subconsciously straightened his back.

Warrior, this is the honorable title of brave and fearless warrior in the drama "Swamp Hero".

Although he had never been to the battlefield, and had never even touched a long sword, the sharpest weapon in his hand was the hatchet that he sharpened before chopping wood on the mountain.

But who doesn’t want to become a warrior who leads the army and a general and commander who breaks the formation and kills the enemy? !

"Say hello to you, the spreader of the glory of the swamp."

The young man subconsciously stood attentively and greeted him loudly.

This is the greeting that the other party is most willing to hear when greeting those believers of the swamp sect in the play.

Sure enough, the other person's face calmed down more and more.

"Warriors, what's your problem?"

"My Madam, I want to ask you."

His face was a little flushed and respectful, and he was a little inferior and shy.

"After believing in the great swamp god and becoming the spreader of swamp glory, can we join the army of the city of Weilu?"

The face of the Swamp Banshee showed a hint of encouragement.

"This is a brave move!"

"The City of Weilu has always welcomed heroic young people!"

"Then can I?!"

"To be a warrior, it takes a huge price to pay a young warrior. Are you ready?"

The young man suddenly became excited.

A firm tone.

"I'm ready!"

As he said that, he imitated the protagonist in the drama and fell to the ground with one knee.

Press your right hand on your chest and solemnly swore.

"Nice Orlando, who swore to the great God of Swamp, volunteered to be the spreader of the glory of the Lord, faith in the great Lord, and will protect the glory of the swamp with soul and life."

"Fearless, unyielding, brave and determined, living to death!"

"I am willing to take on the important task of spreading the glory of the swamp and spreading the glory of my God to the world."

"Please beg your mercy."

The solemn oath resounded through the sky, and after a slight sense of the Swamp Banshee, he responded solemnly.

"Pious believers should be bathed in the glory of our Lord!"

"I declare in the name of the Swamp Glory spreader that the Swamp Sect officially accepts you as a believer. In the future, I hope you can continue to maintain your original intention and fight for the glory of my God!"

As he said that, he stretched out his right hand and slowly pressed it on the top of his head.

The next moment, the young man felt a vast and magnificent aura pouring in. The power of the sky was like stars and the majestic sea instantly made him excited.

God, look at him! !

Suddenly I felt that I had established a unique connection with that supreme being.

He became a certified formal believer! !

Become a member of the Swamp Sect!

In the future, you can participate in sectarian activities openly and even participate in the election of clergy!

Ordinary believers can freely believe in the great swamp god, but only those who have been certified by the denomination can become clergy.

The next moment, a night elf stepped forward and handed the swamp banshee a long sword and a light set of armor.

After he took it, he put the long sword on his shoulder.

"I announce in the name of the Swamp Glory Spreader that I will officially absorb you into the reserve for the Weilu City Army, and will only be able to serve after passing the formal assessment."

"I hope you abide by the military discipline, fight bravely, and not be afraid of life and death!"

"I accept this supreme glory!"

The young man made a promise.

"I will fight to the death for the city of Weilu!"

The City of Weilu is a territory established by God who came to the world and is still entrenched in the swamp.

Only by becoming a member of the City of Misty Dew can you get close to the Lord, listen to the Lord’s grace, and bathe in the divine light!

The first official believer of the Swamp Sect, the reserve soldier of the Weilu City Army, was quietly born.

Nice Orlando, this name is ordinary at this moment.

After taking the long sword, he immediately held it in his hand excitedly, and he could feel the sharpness of the sword.

The thin armor on his body soon learned how to use it.

Drop blood on it.

The next moment, the armor seemed to have come alive, covering the body directly, covering the whole body.

The whole body turned black and golden, and above the helmet, a symbol that only the protagonist in the drama appeared - a mark of swamps and moss.

That is the symbol of the swamp.

Alchemy activated armor can automatically form a suitable shape according to the user, fully fit the user.

What Nice Orlando thought about was that the protagonist's armor in the play was perfectly in line at this moment.

He was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

I am full of ambition and fighting spirit, and I wish I could go out and spread the glory of the swamp sect immediately!

Soon the entire village learned that he had officially become a member of the Swamp Sect.

Those believers were full of recognition and approval, and a strong yearning arose in their hearts.

But they can only envy them who are not good at fighting.

The villagers who were still hesitating were greatly stimulated and wandered on the edge to decide whether to pray to the great swamp god.

That night, the theatrical performance began again.

But this time, Nice Orlando, who was sitting in the first row to maintain order and wearing eye-catching armor, became the focus of everyone's attention before the opening.

Especially the armor that was very similar to the protagonist during the drama performance last night, it was even more eye-catching!

Nice felt this and subconsciously straightened her chest.

The smile on his face couldn't fade.

Praise the Swamp God! !

At this moment, he felt the happiness that only the protagonist has.

He has strengthened his inner beliefs, and only my Lord can allow him, a transparent person who is not conspicuous in his daily life, to obtain such glory!

It was not until the dramatic performance began that the villagers had forgotten all this.

This drama performance began to be straightforward and explicit in preaching like when transforming the faith of the gray-headed hyena, but the first two performances were in the forefront.

The villagers have accepted the Swamp Sect to the greatest extent, and now they have naturally accepted all this.

When the curtain call finally came to an end, the Swift Banshee pulled all the villagers to pray.

Most of them fell to the ground at the first time, praying loudly like the protagonist of the drama.

Nice had a firm look and a loudest voice.

This warm atmosphere also infected the remaining residents. In the end, except for only one old man left, there were still standing there, more than 300 villagers who had kneeled down and prayed excitedly.

And at the moment when the prayer sounded, the villagers who had not yet fallen into the arms of the swamp sect also felt the supreme power overlooking the world.

God is watching them!

Even expressed satisfaction with them!

My heart suddenly became extremely excited.

Compared to the immortal temple that has prayed countless times and has never received any response.

The swamp gods at this moment are more intimate and within reach of the swamp sect that can save them from disease.

It is no longer the illusory thought, but has turned into a touchable reality.

The villagers who fell to the ground in an instant, without any surprises under this move, all became shallow believers.

The sound of prayer became louder and louder.

At the same time, in Nice ahead, faith piety was directly promoted from a deep believer to a devout believer.

The eyes are particularly sincere.

Most of the shallow believers who first believed in the faith have become deep believers at this moment

A stream of faith was connected to Lear through time and space.

At this moment, he could clearly sense that his power of faith was so tenacious and surging.

The power of faith provided by ancient humans is already comparable to that of ordinary people!

A deep believer can compare with a crazy believer.

Although there are only more than 300 believers, it gives him a feeling of directly adding three thousand.

I was amazed in my heart, it was worthy of being the original plane, it was so powerful!

If you can get a believer of 100,000 or 80,000, you can directly raise a god with weak divine power!

After the prayer, the villagers who participated in this collective activity were extremely excited.

I wish I could praise everything loudly!

The Swift Banshee then had Nice organize all the villagers to pray again without using any ability.

Except for the old man who did not kneel down to pray from beginning to end, everyone agreed.

The whole hour followed, the small village was spent in prayer.

When the party dispersed, the deep believers had reached two hundred.

Progress is rapid.

When the staff were all back to rest, under the night sky, only the old man who had never kneeled down to pray was left alone.

With turbid eyes, Mingmie stared at the inconspicuous temple in the square in a daze.

The hunched body has not moved for a long time.

Lear had already noticed the other party's existence. After pondering for a while, he manipulated the possessed swamp banshee and slowly walked to the old man and asked softly.

"This old gentleman, I see a little concern in your face. Can you tell me?"

The old man woke up from his contemplation and subconsciously turned to look at him.

After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice.

"Foreigners, you are here to spread the beliefs of the swamp sect, right?"

Lear nodded slowly.

"Yes, we are the sowers of the glory of the swamp."

The old man showed a little nostalgic look on his face.

"My great-grandfather once told me that the temple is the foundation of everything we have and no matter what, we cannot destroy it."

He said that, looking at Lear with a serious look.

“No matter how many people believe in the Swamp Sect, I will not allow the Immortal Temple to be destroyed!”

Lear chuckled as he looked at the serious gaze.

"Old sir, who said we were going to destroy the temple?"

A little surprised looked on the other person's face.

"But, after believing in you, won't you push the temple down?"

Where can any sect allow other temples to exist? !

"No, that's what other sects do. The swamp is tolerant. Even if the swamp sect takes root in the village, it will never destroy the immortal temple."

"On the contrary, we still support all believers to go to the temple to pay homage to their ancestors and pray for blessings during the festival."

“No one will destroy our common temple!”

The old man stood up stunned when he heard this and said in a trembling voice.

"You, are you saying true? The Swamp Sect can allow the Immortal Temple to continue to exist?"

This is not only a matter of faith, but also a reminder and inheritance from our ancestors again and again.

Like the soul of this village.

Without the temple, it is like someone taking away his soul, and he will never allow it!

At this moment, I got a sudden unexpected message and my inner emotions were hard to describe.

"This is nature! The spreader of the wisp's glory will never deceive us people."

"Okay, okay, okay!"

The old man's favorable impression of the Swamp Sect has reached its peak at this moment.

"Praise the swamp!"

At this moment, Lear could feel a faint but firm force of faith quietly connected.

The last villager has completely become a believer of the Swamp Sect.

At the same time, the intelligence system in Lear's mind was quietly refreshed-

[You have successfully subdued a temple guarding force and left no hidden dangers. You have completely gotten rid of the influence of the temple and obtained an additional piece of information - the place where the temple is seated will be protected by ancient humans, and only these ancient humans can be completely killed. Or let them change their faith to remove the defense of the temple. Once they forcibly attack the ancient humans, the temple will be activated, and the ancient humans guarding the temple will be transformed into the ultimate creature by the temple - the Holy Light Angel. 】

[After occupying the temple, you can consume a certain amount of resources and recruit unique temple troops from the temple to protect the safety of the temple. 】

Lear was shocked when he saw the prompt that the information emerged.

Good guy, there is such a secret among them?

I was also a little alert. If I force myself, would the defense mechanism of the temple be touched and the Holy Light Angel finally appear? !

At this moment, I felt inexplicably that this was definitely a sinkhole. Taking action will definitely cause big trouble.

This plane is forbidden for life above level 15 to enter. The Holy Light Angel can definitely dominate!

Fortunately, according to previous information, the Swivel Banshee was sent to preach.

Then he became excited again. Now, this temple has become his!

Not only can you use the temple to obtain some of the power of the original plane, but you can also recruit guardian troops from the temple. (The end of this chapter)