"I want to see what the strength of the skinning dynasty is, if it is useful..."
Staring at the army of monsters, Soshiyang's mood drifted to other places.
"... Maybe in the future it will become a trump card that even pseudo-Macado cannot know, and plays a role at critical moments, and also the skinned... The Ruins seem to be able to steal the power of other star gods. If I act in the form of a skinned person, can I avoid all surveillance? This may be a direction worth considering, but will the skinned person have any adverse effects on me..."
The self who had been sitting on the skinned throne before was still deeply imprinted in Soshiyang's mind.
He couldn't think about any results for a while. Soshiyang jumped and turned into a red mist, which expanded rapidly, and eventually turned into a blood-red body, with four pairs of blood-covering blood wings, and blood-colored starlight flowing all over his body. The incarnation of the gods with eight arms and blades and claws dived downwards, passing by the heads of the marching army of skinned soldiers.
At that moment, all the skinned people raised their heads neatly and opened their jaws. Scarlet blood mist gushed out from their mouths and eye sockets, and gathered into a neat roar.
Lando Gore!
Then the skinners' speed changed from being slow like a zombie to a swift beast, and they started running with their hands and feet.
And on the fallen Winoch IV, a big day is coming soon for the Rye Order.
Although the footsteps carrying happiness are slow but extremely firm, the wonderful moment of ascension is coming. Even the action captain like Matting, who is in a relatively low position in the corps, can feel the promises and instructions of the Great Master from his own pulse.
In this occupied city, a huge podium was built, surrounded by tens of thousands of people, without noise or whispering, and everyone stood perfectly where they should be.
The church group has become accustomed to this quiet assembly, and even when the great saint came on stage, everyone remained silent.
And in the cloudy sky of the city, some huge and distorted shadows are already vaguely visible.
"The day of ascension has arrived, and we will open our arms to welcome the messenger of Emperor Star!"
While listening to the prayer of the Great Master, Matting listened carefully to the elegant echoes from the void. He and his family have been listening to the distant words of the Star Emperor, who have been waiting in this cruel world for too long.
In this world, there are basically only three types of people, priests, landlords, and slaves. The first two account for less than 1%, and the latter accounts for nearly 99% of the population.
From the moment they were born, they were burdened with heavy debts. This debt may have been owed by their more than a dozen generations of ancestors, but under the crazy profits of the landlords, it became a burden that could never be repaid, and then evolved into shackles.
From then on, their fate was destined to be bound in that farmland for the rest of their lives. Apart from the most important Emperor Ascension Festival, they had to work all year round and also had to bear other obligations, such as labor and hard work. They could only get the least and worst quality food, but the most desperate thing was more than that. If they had a partner to get married, they would have to pay a marriage tax to the landlords. However, poor serfs often could not afford such a fee and could only borrow it from the foreman, and the price was that their wives would also become the foreman's wife-the foreman had the right to insult their wives like prostitutes.
This dark custom is also called the Dian Wife.
All of this was completely invisible to the priests who sat upright in the church and recited "The Emperor Loves the World". They appeared in front of the serfs very few times, and they usually came to collect religious tithes.
Under such cruelty, humiliation and despair, there was not without resistance, but the serfs were too scattered and too weak. The bodyguards of the landlords were not only well-equipped, but also had support from the sky. Although they were just some old and dilapidated aircraft, the serfs with only hoes and sickles could not fight.
More importantly, the priests kept emphasizing that resistance is rebellion, that is, departing from the Emperor's light, that everything they suffered was just a test, and when they died, it means that they passed the test and would have a place in the Emperor's kingdom of God.
Under the dual pressure of physics and spirit, all resistance ends up being just a whimper in the darkness until it arrives.
It is respected by believers as the Holy Lord and the messenger of the Emperor of Stars. It tells people that what the priests say is actually a false idol who is willing to accept their fate. The real emperor will never allow all slavery and oppression.
So the rye corps was born, and the reason why they chose black wheat burned by fire as their banner was to represent their will to fight against the oppressors.
After more than ten generations of dedication, sacrifice and protection, the Rye Clan gradually grew in this glorious and sacred outside and decaying inside. Then the pure angels born from the direct bloodline of the Holy Lord accelerated the rise of this secret clan until they grew enough to be watched by the Emperor of Stars.
Under the slogan of resistance to oppression, pain and exploitation, tens of thousands of serfs volunteered to accept the sacred transformation, not only these people, but also the wanderers who lost their homes, the bodyguards who frequently patronize brothels, and even the priests in the chapel that were not paid attention to, all began to gradually become members of the sect.
Some people are willing to fight for the Holy Lord without even needing to be transformed.
After the Order had accumulated a certain amount of strength, small-scale operations began to occur, first of all, the removal of vicious foremen, gradually changing from sporadic revenge to large-scale blatant killings.
The hatred that had accumulated over thousands of years casted a terrifying weapon, the oppressor's whip became their own noose, and the lackeys were flooded with their own blood.
But the Order has been working hard to control the scale of the action to prevent premature exposure from causing blows outside the void.
It was not until the Holy Lord felt the signal of the day of ascension that the real uprising war began.
The Rye Cult organization organized thirty-six troops, each containing more than one million believers, respectively, to deal with the thirty-six administrative divisions on the planet. The first was to launch attacks on military strongholds and warehouses again and again. Because the weapons were so simple that there were only sharp wooden sticks and peasant army, thousands of ethnic groups died in the battle. However, the Cult organization also seized some real military supplies and absorbed a group of more military-experienced members.
Chapter completed!