Chapter 657: War of Faith (1)

The false god is naturally not the male No. N that he photographed at the beginning, just like [War of Faith] is no longer a space belonging to the Foundation.

Since learning about the existence of this space, some of the obscure undercurrents in the special space seem to have a direction. The posts in the special space forum complaining that the rankings were updated too slowly this year and that they were not as lively as in previous years all have more explanations -

The real big guys at the top of the pyramid are probably all in the [War of Faith] now, so who has the time to care about this year's rankings?

The results are announced every year, but this is probably the only unbound fragment of the divine nature.

Time is money, and after confirming to join this battle, Bai Jinshu did not hesitate too much. After arranging everything, he quickly checked the sample footage edited by both sides, and then entered the [War of Faith] with Huai Jiamu.

However, it is not known whether the Foundation had made some arrangements in advance, or whether all the god-level spaces have certain commonalities. After a period of darkness, Bai Jinshu's feet did not land on the ground, but appeared in the sky.

His current perspective seemed to be very high in the sky. Looking down, the countless cities, mountains, rivers, seas and lakes in this world were all at his feet. Under the sunlight, the sky seemed to be within reach. Looking down, he saw clouds passing by, the wind pressed down the slender grass, and a small light blue flower bloomed at the foot of the mountain.

Next to them are the pilgrims, scattered here and there, like sporadic embellishments in the sea of ​​flowers.

Bai Jinshu stood at this position and suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he had been to the foot of a very high snow mountain abroad when he was filming a movie.

The tour guide was a local aboriginal, and that mountain was their sacred mountain. When their bus drove past on the road, pilgrims lined up on the roadside, all the way to the entrance to the mountain in the distance.

Everyone bowed their heads as they took steps, and the old dirt road was left with many triangular pits because of the large number of pilgrims.

The slightly larger one is the forehead, and the slightly longer ones are the two knees.

Everyone prayed with every step following the traces left by their predecessors. No one spoke, leaving only a narrow, dark brown back for the passing tourists...

The sects in this world were indeed just getting started. Among all the prosperous towns, the golden domes of the temples were not as dazzling as the reflection of the fountains in the squares. The wars about faith and gods had not yet happened.

Or it is already surging in the dark——

"You can choose your own landing point," Huai Jiamu's voice sounded beside him, "Where are we going?"

Just like [Non-Humanity], the space [War of Faith] does not randomly place people at different locations after entering, but allows entrants to choose their own location.

When entering [Non-Humans], there is a leader who is familiar with the territory to make choices for them, but here, it is up to the contestants who enter... or the participants to make the choices themselves.

"The gods who entered in the first few batches must have already begun to develop their own sects..." Bai Jinshu's eyes swept across the town below. After thinking for a moment, he decided to follow the habit of the evil god. He leaned on Huai Jiamu like a boneless person and pointed at a few places. "The countries in the east are the most prosperous, and sacrificial buildings are relatively popular. They should be the landing points of the foundation's advance team at the beginning."

The first six gods who entered here were undoubtedly the ones who had been operating here the longest. As an old sect in the [War of Faith] - although not very old, probably only a few months earlier than them, the latecomers could definitely not compare with them.

Pass this position first.

Except for the first seven members of the advance team, all other plains are ignored for the time being.

Plains have always been a battleground for military strategists. Apart from transportation advantages, economic advantages and other factors, just looking at the population density of plain cities, you can tell that the concentration of faith that can be provided here is absolutely very high.

Once you start developing a sect here, there is no need to think about hiding. It is like holding a loudspeaker and shouting to all the participants, "Everyone look at me, I have an announcement, you can come and take my territory."

"There are fewer people here." Huai Jiamu looked around as he said and pointed in another direction.

"Frozen plateau?" Bai Jinshu looked over and frowned. "Snowy land... It's a plateau. There are indeed few people here. It seems that there are few gods who choose this place, but the land is vast and the population is sparse..."

For the spread of faith in the early stage where the main goal is to kill people, a vast area with a sparse population is not a good condition.

The other gods have no interest in attacking us, but they have been developing here for a long time but only have half, one-third or one-fourth of the faith of others. This is too thankless.

The starting point is equivalent to a fixed voting base for each contestant. Naturally, the more stable and safer it is, the better.

"There are many people... but they are not noticeable." Huai Jiamu patrolled the underground for a while and fixed his sight in one position. "How about the archipelago?"

"Islands?" Bai Jinshu also looked over there.

Oh, this is a nice place.

First of all, they are far away from the mainland, which avoids most disputes from a geographical point of view. They have sufficient time for development in the early stage. Even if a war breaks out in the later stage, they as islands will not be listed as the first targets of attack.

Secondly, this is an archipelago, not a single island, so the population density can be guaranteed, and the number of believers can also be guaranteed.

Finally, as an archipelago with resources far less abundant than those on the mainland, most of their economic activities rely on marine resources. As the saying goes, live by the mountain, live by the sea, live by the sea; live by the sky, live by the sky. These natural resources that cannot be controlled by human power are most dependent on fate, and it is easy to gain their faith.

The only problem was…he had his eyes fixed on something.

He was not the only one who thought so. It seemed that there was already a fixed god occupying this place?

That would be such a coincidence.

The false god narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled as if he was hiding something evil: "Right here."

*

In the first month of the year 1163 AD, a grand sacrificial ceremony was being held on the Silver Tear Beach at the southernmost end of the Salt Tear Archipelago.

The sun is bright and the wind is warm, the waves are calm and calm. Under the sunlight, the river sparkles with fine and colorful light, flowing through the strait and into the ocean at the end.

The Sea Moon is the time of year when the wind begins to change direction. The wind from the Misty Bay will allow ships to sail faster and will also bring news of spring from the other side of the ocean.

From this day on, fishing begins offshore, ports resume business, fishing boats that went to other islands in winter return, taverns that were closed in the port town reopen, and people return here from other places to gather and celebrate the beginning of the Sea Moon.

In previous years, this celebration would usually begin in February or March. The frozen sea that had been silent for a winter needed time to melt, and cargo ships and fish from afar also needed more time to arrive. But this year, with the help of a great and benevolent god, the atmosphere of celebration had already filled the land as soon as the Sea Month began.

In the square closest to the sea, people dressed in neat and clean white robes stood together, a children's choir sang, and next to the most eye-catching white platform, the young crown prince wore a divine robe and a wreath of flowers and wheat waves on his head.

“Boom… Boom…”

The water drum filled with water on the platform made two short and one long sounds, and water droplets splashed. The buzzing voices in the crowd suddenly quieted down, and people subconsciously made way for each other. The nobles and young ladies stood on both sides, watching the crown prince walk past them.

The hastily made divine robe hung on the ground, and the gem at the end of the robe slowly and lightly scraped every inch of the red carpet, leaving a light white scratch, then went up along the steps and finally stopped in front of a blue pool.

The pool is filled with the first water that flows into the strait after the start of navigation. In previous years, this water would arrive at least one or two months later, but this year it can be seen in January. All this depends on -

"The great god of tides and fertility!"

The Crown Prince finally stood on the platform. The people praying below bowed their heads, and the newly appointed Priest of Tidal Fertility sang the lyrics.

"Lord of the Tides, Father of Fertility—"

"The winds of the seas declare your wisdom,"

"The sails of the distant sea proclaim your kindness."

Suddenly, there was a vague whisper among the crowd.

The prince bowed his head and looked at the water according to the ritual rules, and did not notice the commotion below. The priest paused, but continued to sing:

"Please fill your nets with scaly stars—"

The whispers in the crowd became louder, and some people even looked in their direction.

What's going on? The priest was nervous for a moment, then he looked down at the prayer and confirmed that he had sung it correctly before raising his voice to continue with the next sentence:

"Please let the undercurrent disappear under the side of the ship."

The choir standing in the front was singing with a stuttering voice, and many children actually pointed in their direction.

"Your laws are better than the promises of wind and tide—"

"Prince, Prince?" After singing the first line, the priest finally couldn't help but lower his voice and called out twice, "Did I do anything wrong today?"

"There's nothing wrong with you, Uncle Edwin," the crown prince quickly glanced at the audience, his expression was gentle and his voice was soft, which comforted the still uneasy priest very well, "You are dressed very appropriately, and your lyrics are very respectful. No one in this position can do better than you."

Then why are they all whispering down there?

The priest suppressed his doubts and continued to pray:

"All the sails passing by will listen to the scriptures of the waves."

"Then what are they looking at?" The commotion in the audience was getting more and more intense. After he finished singing a line, he became more anxious and said, "More and more people are looking at us."

There were only him and the crown prince on the podium, while the people below, who were originally praying quietly, raised their heads one after another, and some even stretched out their hands to point at them.

This doesn't look like nothing happened.

"Perhaps, it's because it's the first year of sacrifice..." A trace of contemplation flashed across the crown prince's face, and he comforted the priest in a gentle voice. Before he finished his words, suddenly, the whispering became louder.

The priest paused for a long time, and the voice of the choir children under the platform suddenly came over the crowd: "Look over there! Two people appeared behind them!"

Where did these two people come from? Aren’t they the only two people on this platform...

The priest turned around hastily, not caring about the prayer that had not yet been finished.

Just as the choir said, in the sacrificial circle which was empty when they came up, there was now a circle of red light flickering. Under the dark red light, two figures were gradually solidifying.

"Don't point!" Under the stage, his mother's rebuke reached his ears clearly, "Don't be disrespectful to Father God, that's the Monsoon and Ocean God coming!"

The priest took a small step back, his eyes widening.

The next second, he met a pair of blood-red eyes in the aperture.

Noticing his gaze, the blood-red eyes narrowed, as if they were very happy.