The town of Resurrection was a lonely town next to the holy land a hundred years ago. At that time, the priests who set up icons in the storm would not have thought that alien dancers wearing silk and exposed belly would be everywhere on the streets, wizards could pursue blasphemous magic without restraint, and pagan tyrants could occupy the churches that were originally true believers in a dignified way, and be indulged in vain.

The fallen scene of hell in the Pope's mouth begins with the smashing of the holy icon.

The holy land fell, so this resurrection town, which had been ascetic for a hundred years, has flourished and grew wildly in just ten years.

And a few years ago.

Chen Yi worked on the Chinese language department debate paper overnight. When he took a nap on the table, he would never have thought that he would travel here in one go.

Here, I have a name with similar pronunciations: Chen Yin. I have lived in the town for five years now.

In prison.

Chen Yin looked up at the dripping ceiling, the light was dim, the locked iron gate, the straw piled in the corner, the ragged prisoners surrounded by square walls, and the cells in front of him.

She has thin cheeks, dark hair, crystal clear gray eyes, and slightly pale skin. She is the color of a spoiled person who lives a hard life. She is sixteen years old and has a squire-like feeling like a tuberculosis.

Chen Yin calculated his days and had been detained for seven days. He only had one meal of coarse wheat porridge to fill his belly every day, and his abdomen was tightly against his ribs.

He endured a prison tragedy for eating meat on the pagan's fasting days.

Card.

The prison door suddenly opened.

The man who looked like a warden slowly walked into the dark dungeon with a lantern, followed by a young jailer.

"That person named Chen Yin, come out." The warden fucked the not-so-fluent Kishi language.

Chen Yin stood up silently, and the prison guard quickly opened the prison door, and savagely grabbed Chen Yin's collar and pushed it out.

"During our fasting days, you dare to eat meat! A despicable true scholar!" the prison guard cursed in disgust.

"Don't talk nonsense, take him out." The warden ordered.

The pagan jailer held Chen Yin's hand, followed the warden and took him to the hall.

The warden picked out two sheets of linen paper and threw them in front of Chen Yin.

Chen Yin briefly swept over it. It was a tax deed. Since the town of Resurrection was occupied by pagans, true believers must follow the customs of pagans and not violate their taboos.

Otherwise, you will be sentenced to detention and pay an additional punitive tax as you do.

The day of the fasting day is a festival for pagans to worship gods. On this day, pagans will never get any meat from sunrise to sunset the next day.

For the purpose of pagan rulers to make money, there are many cases of being dissatisfied or well-off true believers who are dissatisfied or have a good family crime and being imprisoned during the day of stairs.

Chen Yin did not buy meat on purpose, but just took out the leftovers of yesterday on the fasting day, so he was also arrested and imprisoned.

"Remember, pay thirty Reed silver coins in one week, and ten Reed silver coins in the remaining taxes per week until one hundred and twenty Reeds are paid. My Lord's eyes are always on you, and we can catch you at any time."

Chen Yin ignored the threat from the warden, silently took the contract and signed the name on both copies.

After walking out of the prison, it was dusk, and the dark clouds were flying down lightly.

The raindrops flew down and touched Chen Yin's hair. He shivered and felt hungry.

“You have to have a good meal when you get home.

Walking in the rain, turning left and right, I soon arrived at the inconspicuous streets and alleys. Under the long stretch of tulle, there was an empty book stall, and a cousin with a bun tied hair stood beside it.

The girl has a long figure, a thin figure with a round and soft face, and a short and small nose bridge. Even the light golden hair shines in the rain, which has a sense of touch that is supposed to be on the mural.

She is the only daughter of her uncle and aunt. Since she traveled through time, she has been her only relative in this family since she died in battle to protect the holy land.

"Brother, are you okay... Are you hungry? There are still pies at home?" Hedwig said anxiously.

Seeing Hedwighi, Chen Yin habitually joked: "I'm so hungry, the whole pie is mine?"

His spirited look made people feel relieved, and Hedwig smiled and said, "Of course, my dear brother, you know, I can't eat."

Chen Yin passed by the book stall. This was a leather shop left by Uncle Knight, and the business of selling and renting books. Because in the residential areas of the True Cultists, under the complicated and demanding taxes, it was their normal state to barely maintain a life.

Everything inside the room was thin.

"How much deposit does the family have?" Chen Yin asked when he thought of something.

Hedwig hesitated for a moment and said, "Sixteen Reed silver coins, one hundred and two Deer copper coins, three liters of refined wheat, and one pepper."

"...They are going to collect one hundred and twenty reeds."

The room suddenly fell silent.

Chen Yin was covered in rain. He took off his gray-colored coat and hung it on the back of the chair. He took the dried pie from the dry cabinet. Hedwig stood aside. In front of the wooden statue, there was a small magic circle, and the light of the intersection was shining.

Hedwig looked at Chen Yin silently. After a long time, he whispered: "If you really can't hold on... it's better to stop me for the time being..."

"You were not you at that time."

Hedvich Pooney.

My uncle's daughter... actually passed away at the age of thirteen.

The Hedwig he saw now was nothing more than a memory phantom evolved from magic. She was the daughter of her uncle and aunt who pieced together memories. She inherited everything about Hedwig, with the same beautiful appearance, gentle and lively personality, including those thirteen years of memory.

To maintain the operation of the magic array, rare and expensive magic materials are always required.

If the magic circle stops one day, the memory shadow that has evolved to this day will collapse and shatter in an instant.

Even if it restarts again, Hedwig will not be the original Hedwig.

After eating the dry pie, Chen Yin returned to the study alone, asking Hedwich not to disturb him.

“What a hard life.”

With the meager income of the leather shop, it is already the limit to barely make a living on weekdays. Now that new debts are added, the whole family is on the verge of shaking.

"But, it's not really anything."

Chen Yin smiled and murmured, lifted the curtains, and saw the full moon faintly among the dark clouds.

Because...I am the God of the Resurrection Town.

Chen Yin closed his eyes and lay flat on the wooden bed, filled with straw and covered with thin sheets.

The sleepiness gradually surrounded him and still half asleep and half awake, Chen Yin quickly entered his dream.

The sound of rain, first hear the sound of rain, before opening your eyes.

Gradually, I opened my eyes in my dream and saw a locked bronze door.

The pale rain spiraled around itself.

In my eyes, I saw mottled copper rust and peeling gold foil. I saw the sacred trees that were often seen in picture books that had been dead for thousands of years, crouching giants and tiny creatures crawling under my feet, and I could not tell the magnificent and desolateness. I saw the three births of god-like figures and the three declines... The picture of the bronze door changed countless times in a short period of time, one, two years, ten years... Thousands of thousands of years, the unmeasurable torrent of time was roaring on the bronze door, surging endlessly.

After a while, someone was whispering madness in his ears.

The brain hurts like a thunderous pain, as if it is a steel fork skewed up on the fire!

Primitive fear filled the chest cavity and rammed everywhere. Something was tiny tightened the trachea and tried hard to grow his mouth, but he couldn't feel the air flowing in.

Even though I have experienced it countless times, Chen Yin still feels unbearable.

Open your eyes again and landed on the sea of ​​black clouds, standing thousands of pillars in all directions. They rose up from the ground, like supporting the heaven and earth.

The bronze door stood tall in the distance at some point, as if an invisible tower supported it.

In front of us, clouds and mist gathered, and stairs without shape piled up into high platforms, and desolate and ancient imperial throne stood on it.

Like a kingdom of gods.

Chen Yin slowly took the stage and sat down.

The entire Resurrection Town's miniature model fell into his eyes.

As if eyes were growing in the sky, Chen Yin could see the scenery of Resurrection Town from a downward perspective.

Although they are just nestled in the small town surrounded by mountains, sparrows are small and all-in-one. From the first cry of a newborn child at night, the man waiting for childbirth crying with joy, to the mourning couple who gradually died in the sorrow of relatives and friends, crying bitterly... All the details of the town can be heard, seen, and perceived by themselves.

Chen Yin raised his hand and gently touched Resurrection Town.

Everything was paused at this moment. The newborn's umbilical cord was long, and the old mother hurriedly took out the scissors; the critically ill old man's breath was stuck in his throat, and the couple in mourning clothes had tears on their faces. The slight raindrops in the town were hovering in the air.

What you control is not the secular crown of a king or emperor in the same place.

Instead, it is closer to the almighty authority that has been in the past and in the future.

Chen Yin stared at Resurrection Town in a daze, and was suddenly lost.

When I first came to this body, I did not immediately awaken this ability, but on the day when the holy city adjacent to the town of Resurrection was captured by the pagans.

That full moon, I came here for the first time in my dream.

After a brief loss, Chen Yin enlarged the town of Resurrection, his eyes passed through a corner of the room, and his body was lying quietly on the bed. As for Hedwig, her head leaned against the back of the chair, and there was a projection book in front of him. The child was asleep after reading the book.

"I owe more than a hundred Reed, I'll solve it first."

God also wants to pay off the debt. Chen Yin thought helplessly.

The thought flipped, and a small triple bell tower rose next to the imperial seat.

The Bell Tower of Suffering is the name Chen Yin gave.

It requires Chen Yin's body to suffer in Resurrection Town and accumulate it to a certain extent before it can modify the entire Resurrection Town.

Simply put, it is the currency that can be exchanged for its own divine power.

On the first and second floors of the bell tower, the simple lights are on.
Chapter completed!