Black Dragon Kingdom

In the current Jingya world, 90% of the 10 billion saints are just devout believers.

Because the number of beliefs born by fanatics is ten times that of pious believers, and the quality of their beliefs is also ten times that of pious believers. When the two are multiplied together, there is a gap of a hundred times.

Needless to say, the Holy Spirit, his role is also a hundred times that of fanatics.

As long as their believer level can be raised to fanaticism or the Holy Spirit, the faith they contribute every day can be multiplied by hundreds or even tens of thousands of times.

In this way, tens of billions of saints who can only contribute 10,000 square kilometers per day can contribute millions of square kilometers or 100 million square kilometers in an instant to the Star Sea of ​​Faith.

Such a huge sea of ​​beliefs is enough to support Jingya to quickly conduct experiments and speed up the road to the multiverse.

Ace looked at the countless saints living in the mortal world with mortal ID cards, and said in a firm tone: "In order for Jingya World to reach the top of the multiverse, I can only suffer you."

"But don't worry, as long as Jinya World can reach the top of the multiverse, power, authority, glory, territory, and extraordinary resources, I will continuously hand them over to you, and let you follow Jinya World to be immortal."

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The wheel of time in the Era of the Saints is rolling forward, and in the blink of an eye, the Era of the Saints has come down for a thousand years.

In the mortal world, in a super-large industrial city.

Carl was holding a wine bottle and walking unsteadily in the slums.

The dilapidated houses, the ground full of feces, and the occasional stinky ditch of human corpses or bones appear during walking, creating an extremely dirty environment in the slums.

The moon was sparse, and Karl, who was dangling, returned to his home, a house covered with rusty iron sheets.

He opened the door with the key in a daze, and walked into his house.

Close the door and take a sip of wine.

In the sound of gurgling.

He gulped down the last drop of wine.

"Cool!"

With a quick roar, Karl threw himself on the bed and fell asleep soundly.

In the world of the law level, Ace watched the reincarnation of this extremely decadent saint.

He asked the Candle God next to him: "What's going on with him? According to your records, didn't he believe in the omnipotent God under the guidance of his parents since he was a child?"

"As he is now, he is not even a shallow believer."

"How do you do it?"

These years, he has been busy in the mortal world, trying his best to help the saints become Jingya's fanatics or holy spirits.

But what made him feel a little helpless was that it was too difficult for the saints to become Jingya's fanatics and holy spirits. He had been busy with the gods for so long, and he only helped more than 1,500 saints in total. Or become Jingya's fanatic or the Holy Spirit.

Ten billion saints, compared with more than 1,500 people, the effect of his efforts is really not great, it can be said that the effect is very small.

But even if the effect is not great, he is still groping.

The God of Candlelight said with shame on his face: "Your Majesty, originally this saint's faith is very, very firm, and the level of believers has reached the peak of pious believers, and he is only one step away from becoming a fanatic. "

"However, in the life I designed for him, his parents disappeared, leaving him alone. In the process of making him condense his beliefs and become a fanatic in pain, a great accident happened."

"He was just a mortal. He thought that the disappearance of his parents was related to the local gangsters, so he killed them with a knife."

"He was taught a terrible lesson, and he barely survived with my help."

"Later, his mind was crushed and he became an alcoholic. He was drunk all day long, and he was no longer a believer."

Speaking of this, the God of Candlefire was full of helplessness. God knew that the reincarnation of this saint would be so fragile.

After being hit by the gangster, he collapsed immediately.

Shouldn't it be to work hard, rely on your own wisdom to manage step by step, and then take revenge step by step, overthrow the gangsters, and avenge your parents?

Why did you suddenly become an alcoholic?

It made him almost bewildered.

He clearly remembered the previous lives of this holy man, who were quite energetic. His parents disappeared, and he had a suspect, so he worked hard to become stronger, occupying a high position step by step, and after the suspect was overthrown, Keep looking for your parents.

Then, amidst a series of difficulties and obstacles, the sublimation of faith was ushered in.

And the final ending, of course, is a happy ending. He found his parents, had his confidante, had his own children, and lived his life happily.

Relying on this routine before, he easily made this saint the topmost pious believer.

Although he did not become a fanatic, he contributed much more beliefs than ordinary devout believers.

Why in this life, the other party has changed directly.

It's just a small gangster. The sage can easily destroy the opponent with a little use of his brain, and he just collapsed for no reason.

After hearing the words of the God of Candlelight, Ace was also a little puzzled.

In these years, although he didn't let the saints become Jingya's fanatics or holy spirits on a large scale, under the joint research and efforts of him and the gods.

Still researched a set of plans that can help believers become the peak believers of pious believers.

It’s nothing more than brainwashing since childhood, disasters befalling, struggling to survive, rising again under the glory of the Lord, and then a happy ending.

Relying on this hand, the faith provided by the tens of billions of saints has doubled every year, reaching 20,000 square kilometers per day.

The Candle God's routine is correct, why doesn't it work?

He thought in his heart: "Could it be that this saint has awakened the memory of his previous life? I don't want to work hard anymore."

"But it's not right. When they reincarnated, the artifact of reincarnation sealed their previous consciousness and memory to death. It is impossible to restore their previous memory."

With a puzzled face on his face, with a thought, he turned into a small speck of light not much bigger than a mote, and went straight towards the saint's dream.

He would like to see why this saint suddenly collapsed.

In the dream, Karl in the slums was still drinking.

It's just different from the outside world, he is in the tavern, drinking expensive wine, unlike the outside world, just drinking the cheapest sweet potato wine.

"Cheers, drink."

"I'll cover all the money everyone spent in the tavern today."

"Drink, drink Coca-Cola vigorously."

"Hahahahaha!"

Karl was laughing and drinking in the tavern.

In the chaotic tavern, Ace turned into a hazy light and shadow, hovering over the bar.

He conjured a cup of wine that was as scarlet as blood, and handed it to Karl.

Carl, who was in a daze, subconsciously took the wine that Ace handed over, and drank it in big gulps.

Then Carl became even more confused.

In the hazy light and shadow, Ace asked: "Carl, your parents were killed by gangsters, why don't you work hard and avenge them?"

Dazed Carl replied: "Why should I avenge them?"

"This world is the source of suffering. To live is to live in hell. Such a miserable life is better than death."

"They loved me and worked hard all their lives, so they should rest."

"I should be happy, and cut them a few times with a knife, that's all."

"I can't afford to lose my life."

"Humans, you should enjoy yourself in time, and do what you want."

Speaking of this, Carl couldn't help showing a smile on his face, as if he saw his parents living happily.

? ? ?

Hearing such an answer, Ace's head was full of question marks.

Is Carl's thinking wrong? People killed his parents.

In the end, it was a good thing that they thought they should rest.

It's almost enough to cut a few knives.

In the midst of hatred, he has seen people who are timid and dare not take revenge, and he has also seen people who forbear and secretly strive to be strong and are always ready to take revenge, and he has also seen people who go straight to death when their heads get hot, but he has never seen Karl like this.

Call him unfilial, the other party will kill the black boss with a knife.

Let's say he is filial, the other party doesn't want to work hard, but wants to enjoy himself in time and lie down.

He really couldn't understand the complexity of the other party's thinking.

Unable to understand, he asked again: "Then why did you abandon the gods you have believed in for a long time?"

"The gods have always blessed you, even if you don't believe in him, he is still protecting you."

"In the slums, there are countless cruel people. Without the protection of the gods, you would have died long ago."

"The gods treat you so favorably, why did you abandon your belief in the gods?"

Karl, the reincarnation of this saint, has lived in a slum since he was born, living a life without enough food and warm clothes.

Under the care of his parents, he grew up to the age of fifteen with difficulty and peace.

Among them, miracles were frequently revealed to show that the gods cared for him.

Why did he abandon his faith?

Ace's voice just fell.

Carl became agitated instantly, and he roared loudly: "I believe in gods so much that I regard my belief in him as a part of my body."

"I'm so devout."

"But why? A devout believer like me can only live in filth in the slums, and will never be able to recover forever."

"But those bastards who don't believe in gods occupy high positions and enjoy all the wine, meat, food, and beauties."

"Why are they?"

"I don't agree."

"I have prayed countless times to the gods, asking him to give me a chance to go to the battlefield."

"I am willing to use my sword to carve out a brilliant future for myself on the battlefield."

"But every time I went to serve in the army, either I failed the election, or in various accidents, I couldn't even get out of the slums."

"If I could go to the army, my parents would not die, and I could live a good life without my burden."

"If I can kill an enemy on the battlefield, I can become a master in an instant."

"Extraordinary, glory, authority, eternal life, fiefdom, and beauties are all mine."

"I don't expect the gods to help me gain military merit on the battlefield, but they should give me a chance to go on the battlefield."

"But such a humble wish, the gods are unwilling to agree."

"He bound me in this small slum, and I'm like a bird in a cage, and I can't get rid of it forever."

"Extraordinary will never be with me."

"Why!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Having said that, Carl burst into tears.

He wanted to be a soldier very, very much, even if he died on the battlefield, he still had no complaints or regrets.

But why? He didn't even have a chance to go to war.

They can only live in this slum forever.

he! No! Clothes!

Hearing such an answer, Ace fell silent.

Transcendence itself is a process from man to god, and he himself is in the process of transforming man into god, so how can he have extremely devout belief in gods?

Isn't it good to become a god by yourself?

The vast majority of extraordinary people, after becoming extraordinary, generally only believe in themselves and will not believe in gods.

As for creatures like saints, when they were mortals, their power was extremely limited.

No matter how much potential he has in the Holy Spirit, he can only be an ordinary person without resources.

And once they reach the top of the extraordinary, under the powerful influence of the holy spirit, the first-level priests of the day, the second-level scholars of one month, the third-level university students of one year, the legendary saints of ten years, and the saints of a century and a half. Just kidding.

Therefore, the saints are not allowed to go to the battlefield to obtain military exploits and reach the top of the extraordinary.

After a while, he said: "If the gods are willing to give you the opportunity to go to the battlefield, will you still believe in the gods as before?"

The dizzy Karl replied without hesitation: "Of course, if the gods are willing to give me the opportunity to go to the battlefield and step on the ladder of eternal life, I am of course willing to believe in him devoutly."

Ace looked deeply at the dizzy Karl, full of doubts in his heart about whether the other party would have a pious belief in Jingya.

He had abandoned his faith once, wouldn't he abandon it a second time?

And after the other party became a transcendent, would he still believe in Jingya?

The odds are low.

But now this saint no longer believes in the omnipotent god of Jingya's vest.

If you want him to provide faith again, you can only die and reincarnate again.

Why don't you try it.

Thinking of this, he said to the dazed Karl: "Remember what you said, if you build a tall building, go straight to the sky, dive down to the earth and everything in the world, and abandon your belief in your gods, the tall building will collapse, and you You will lose everything you hold dear."

"May Jingya live forever and prosper."

With few echoes, Ace left.

And Karl in the iron house suddenly opened his eyes. He recalled the words in his dream that were so clear and still whispered in his ears, his eyes were full of confusion.

Early the next morning.

Hundreds of floating cities descended on the slums, and the densely packed kingdom soldiers began to go door to door to catch the young men.

Karl was one of the young men who were captured.

The front line was defeated, the three billion troops were completely lost, and tens of millions of square kilometers of territory were lost.

The kingdom has reached the moment of life and death, all beings who can take up arms must go to the front line as soldiers, seeking a way out for the kingdom and themselves.

After all, when the kingdom is destroyed, everyone in the kingdom will be exterminated to make room for a new living space to support the children of the victors.