The next day, the city of Augusta welcomed the arrival of the gods.
Several incense gods descended from the sky and killed all the believers of the True God Church. The cruelest struggle in the world is not between enemies, but between pagans, and the same is true for the way of incense.
Although there are now huge disagreements within the Incense God Court, it is in the common interest of everyone to attack the True God Cult. No Incense God wants his temple to be smashed, his incense to be robbed, or to be rumored to be a foreign god.
The True God Cult cannot cause substantial harm to the Incense Temple, but it can pollute the Incense faith and greatly increase the difficulty of refining.
Just like cockroaches, they may not be able to kill people, but they can contaminate food.
Moro left here early and moved to another city, continuing to spread the seeds of suspicion.
During this period, I met many colleagues. The entire Western Regions was a mixed bag, with Taoism, Buddhism, and demons all gathered together. It was a place where demons were dancing wildly.
Moro also broadened his horizons and saw a different world. He discovered that the stability of Shenzhou was a miracle.
The strong men from all ages of heaven and earth gather together. It is a world of great contention, and also a world more chaotic than the world of cultivation.
Even Wuxiang's life was planned by someone, which was unimaginable in his previous life.
There is chaos in the Western Regions, and countless powerful people are secretly fanning the flames.
Mara is just one of them, but his influence is the greatest.
The faith controlled by the entire Incense Temple is like a clay Buddha to the Holy King who founded the path of the inner demon.
It falls over with a slight touch.
Because most of these incense gods are latecomers and have no experience in cultivating incense.
Moro could also guess the main reason.
Those are the top strong men who really hold power in the incense temple, such as the great sage at the Wuxiang level. They all regard incense as a transitional thing and do not intend to go this way, so naturally they do not need to spend too much energy to manage it, which is a thankless task.
The gods' promises are directly linked to incense offerings.
It is essentially like a campaign manifesto among humans; if the promises cannot be fulfilled, support will drop; the same is true for incense faith.
Moro and his companion stood under a tall building, overlooking another riot below.
In this post-civilization society of strongmen, people hold up guns and Molotov cocktails, just like the bourgeoisie used muskets to pierce the knights' armor.
This time they were facing gods, a group of gods from outer space.
Such mortals' failure is already predetermined.
The little black man looked at the flames rising into the sky and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. China was like this back then.
The cost of ruling a race as large as humans, where everyone has intelligence, is simply too high. Because humans will rebel, and will rise up against beings that are countless times stronger than themselves.
They also have different ranks and differences in status, but there is also a saying that "Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers of different species?"
The same is true for mortals in the Western Regions today.
"Boss, you are so amazing. For a huge society like humans, your killing power is simply at the level of invincibility!"
She praised Mara almost in a flattering way, comparing him to Wuxiang, of which eight parts were false and two parts were true.
Wherever Mara goes, suspicion of the gods spreads like a large incense plague. He can stir up three riots in just one day, and hundreds of riots in a month, with more than 3 million participants and nearly 80 million people affected.
"I am just taking advantage of the general trend. The Western Region was once very wealthy. Only seven or eight years have passed. Mortals have not forgotten their past lives."
Mo Luo shook his head and said, "It's a pity that the strong often subconsciously ignore mortals. Ignoring them is subjective. The strong now are cultivators, while the strong in the past were powerful people. To put it better, it is called the overall situation, the grand narrative, and those who achieve great things do not pay attention to trivial matters."
“Words like common people, common people, and the people don’t describe people, but data on paper, wealth that can continue to make money.”
The riot below reached its peak, with gunshots and explosions rising and falling. Monks began to intervene, incense gods began to suppress it, and mortals also rushed into the flames like moths.
Moro looked at them with an expression that was almost mocking.
"Have you read history? No matter how society has developed throughout the ages, in the end it is just the wheel of history rolling back. Equality for all is like a blank check. You can write one trillion on it, but no one will cash it for you."
"In fact, in my opinion, the Incense God Court also played the role of being overthrown. Of course, the great saint has the ability to reverse the world, but he wants too much, just like Li Changsheng."
The evening breeze blew up a piece of torn paper, floating across the rioting crowd, and vaguely one could see the promise of equality for all from the divine court above.
This is not a promise made by the great saint, but a promise made by the people below for the sake of incense.
Now the great sage seems to want to fulfill his promise, but in the end he is powerless.
The little black man blinked and was speechless for a moment.
Why do these top experts seem to be so kind-hearted recently?
But the principle of flattery remains unchanged.
"The elder has a kind heart like a bodhisattva, which is a blessing to the people of the world. I hope he will be rewarded with a golden body for his merits."
"No, I only care about mortals because of Li Changsheng."
The little black man was speechless.
Her boss seemed to have really started to show off. Thinking back to the first time they met, Moluo still had the ambition to be on equal footing with Li Changsheng.
“Where are you going next?”
Back to the point, the black man asked, "We have greatly delayed the collection of incense from the Western Regions. If we want to go further, we can only get closer to the Holy City."
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