This man was a minor nobleman, his birth was not considered noble, and he experienced a rough life in his early years.
I almost drowned when I was a child, and I almost lost my life due to food poisoning when I was young.
The only lucky thing is that he inherited the family's territory and his income is pretty good.
The life of the little nobles in the backward era was not as good as they imagined, and their life was pitiful and monotonous.
The advantage of being born into a noble family is that you don't lack food and clothing, and you don't have to worry about finding a wife.
Of course, compared to ordinary people, it is still considered rich and colorful, and after gaining power, it is easier to gain satisfaction.
He participated in two battles to eliminate gangsters and hacked to death a seriously injured gangster. Apart from these things, the young nobleman had no particularly exciting experiences in his life.
A middle-aged young nobleman suddenly fell ill and was only one step away from death.
Just when he was desperate and ready to die, a temple missionary came to his home.
The missionary told the young nobleman that as long as he swore faith in a certain god in public according to his requirements, he would have a chance to receive the god's gift and get rid of fatal diseases.
The little nobleman had no faith in his life and was doubtful of what the missionaries said. He even thought that the missionaries had other agendas.
It's just that he is terminally ill and has no right to choose at all. He can only hold a ceremony according to the other party's words and swear to become a believer in the god in public.
Something like a miracle happened. The moment the young noble swore to become a believer in the gods, a light fell from the sky and enveloped the young noble.
The sudden change shocked the onlookers present and did not know what to do.
Only the missionary always showed a calm smile and shouted words of thanks to God for his blessings.
Soon the light dissipated, and a young noble whose face was filled with deathly gray, and who was about to die at any moment, actually became younger.
As for the disease that troubled the little noble, it has been completely cured. The little noble who used to have to be supported when walking can now run and jump freely.
The onlookers were so shocked that they knelt on the ground and prayed to become believers of the gods.
This incident spread and became a real miracle, even recorded by the temple.
As a bystander, Tang Zhen could feel that this incident had strong traces of performance from beginning to end.
The actor was not the little nobleman, and the audience was even more confused. The only person who understood was the missionary monk.
He used special means to attract the blessings of the gods and performed a miracle in public.
The missionary monk has ordinary strength, but he can use the blessings of the gods. This is obviously not an ability he can possess.
Tang Zhen became interested in this missionary, focused his attention on him, and continued to trace his destiny.
Soon he saw a scene. The missionary was in a temple, surrounded by many missionary believers dressed like him.
On the high platform in front, there was an old monk with a majestic face, telling everyone something.
Tang Zhen couldn't hear the voice, but he could guess what the old monk was talking about through the other person's mouth movements.
It turned out that they were planning a big thing, preparing to create some miracles to increase the number of believers.
The way to create miracles is to sacrifice to the gods through special means and accidentally obtain a batch of divine grace talismans.
As long as the talisman is activated, divine grace can be attracted and a miracle can be created artificially.
When Tang Zhen saw this, he already knew the reason why the little noble was cured. It was indeed the use of special props.
The method is not clever, but it is very effective. The more ignorant the era, the more so.
When Tang Zhen saw this, he turned his attention to the old man who was speaking, wanting to see what method he used to obtain the talisman that could create miracles.
The perspective changed to Tang Zhen, without any hesitation, following the other party's thread of destiny.
It wasn't until a scene appeared in front of him that Tang Zhen stopped traveling quickly and started to watch it seriously.
In the center of the huge and primitive altar, there is a deep pit with countless corpses floating in it.
Judging by the way the corpses were dressed, they were obviously prisoners of war.
More prisoners of war were tied up with ropes and forced onto the altar, where their throats were slit by the executioners with obsidian knives.
This is human sacrifice, barbaric and bloody.
Such a dark and cruel scene is worshiping a righteous god. The statue of the god stands in the center of the blood pool with a compassionate smile on his face.
Around the blood pool, there were priests and monks wearing rune robes and masks.
They chanted mantras loudly, with pious expressions on their faces, and turned a blind eye to the prisoners of war's cries for mercy.
When the blood accumulated deeper and deeper, and more and more corpses were floating, the solemn and huge statue began to slowly react.
In the calm blood pool, strings of bubbles kept popping up, as if they were boiling in a very short time.
Lines of things resembling blood vessels and tendons formed rapidly on the surface of the blood pool, and then, like swimming poisonous snakes, they went straight towards the statue and wrapped around it.
The moment it came into contact with the statue, ferocious blood vessels immediately climbed upwards, covering the surface of the statue in a short period of time.
The statue, which was originally a bit strange, now looks extremely sinister and seems to exude an inexplicable evil aura.
The priests and monks surrounding the blood pool all showed excited expressions and involuntarily accelerated their chanting speed.
At the same time, he stared at the statue of the god intently, his eyes full of desire, as if he were a slave driven by desire.
For them, this is a response from the gods and the result they have been longing for.
They must seize the opportunity to let the gods know their demands, and then pray for divine favor!
In order to ensure that the goal could be achieved, more prisoners of war were pushed to the edge of the blood pool, killed directly, and then pushed into the blood pool.
However, in a short period of time, nearly a thousand prisoners of war were all killed, and the howls and screams echoed through the sky.
This is the price of the deal with the gods. Only with a sufficient number of sacrifices can the gods pay attention to the ants.
The blood vessels in the blood pool became more dense, and the blood vessels on the statue began to extend toward the inside of the statue.
If you observe carefully, you will find that there is a gloomy light flashing in the eyes of the statue.
“Bang bang bang!”
A sound like a heartbeat came from the location of the statue, and the entire surface of the blood pool began to beat slowly like a heart.
A soft sigh came from the endless void, and all the blood in the blood pool was absorbed in an instant.
As for the corpses of prisoners of war in the blood pool, they have all turned into mummies and no longer contain a trace of moisture.
The huge statue in the center of the blood pool turned blood red in an instant, and an indescribable oppressive aura spread.
The priests and believers knelt down one after another, their eyes full of enthusiasm, staring at the statue in the center of the blood pool.
The bright light centered on the statue of the god and spread to all directions, carrying an extremely sacred aura.
Being infected by this aura, you can't help but feel awe in your heart, and your body will tremble due to the tremendous pressure.
"God's grace has come, God's grace has come!"
A bishop cheered loudly, causing other priests and monks to echo loudly, with awe and joy that could not be concealed in their tone.
In this dazzling light, blood-colored crystals like runes float quietly around the statue, exuding a breathtaking aura that shocks the mind.
As for the statue in the light, it seemed to be alive. It was slowly looking at the believers around it with cold and ruthless eyes.
When the statue's gaze fell on a certain location, it suddenly stopped, and then let out a roar.
The mysterious and solemn atmosphere was broken in an instant, leaving the surrounding monks and priests at a loss.
"I found you, let's see where you go to hide!"
Among the monks next to the blood pool, Tang Zhen slowly walked out and said softly with a smile on his face.