In the sky of the plaster village, thunder roared and lightning flashed. The huge pressure forced everyone in the village to crawl on the ground. Even if the noble priest is like the main priest, he would still be on the ground, and before the divine power, he would urinate and struggle to support himself, unable to take care of himself.

As strong as the main priest, the other humans and goblins present were even worse. Fortunately, those who could faint on the spot were also very happy. Many people collapsed under the pressure and became idiots.

This divine power is so terrible that it is so irrelevant to the enemy. It is just that it comes and goes quickly. Before Morsi can loudly praise the greatness of the God of Tyranny, Bain took the initiative to retreat in the struggle and took back his divine power.

Hundreds of bodies fell down from the open space of the plaster village, and humans and goblins were mixed together. Waiting for the priest to feel the power of God left, his chest loosened, and the whole village was already dead, and even the burning bonfire became silent.

After a while, the main priest Morsi realized that it was his ears bleeding and he was temporarily deaf. He looked at the same embarrassing goblin shaman. The two big men smiled bitterly in the face of the messy scene. I wonder if this blood sacrifice was considered successful or failure?

The God of Tyranny has just been resurrected and rebuilt the Kingdom of God. However, its power has not returned to its fullest. It cannot maintain its divine power for a long time in the battle with the mysterious black hand, so it can only give up voluntarily.

But how can the gods endure their sacrifices forcibly taken away? Bain took back his divine power and immediately sent an oracle to Morsi and Zul. The gray skin to kill the blasphemer who disrupted the blood sacrifice. He must retaliate!

Revenge? Of course, it is necessary to revenge.

The blasphemer should strip his skin, torture his body, burn his bones, and torture his soul. He will suffer endless pain in extreme despair.

The main priest and the shaman were still stunned, but suddenly exploded in the blood pool. Old Seus, who had just entered the blood pool, came out of the blood mist in the sky. He was originally a subordinate of Morsi, but his image changed drastically at this moment.

A black face was bumpy, with two inches of fangs exposed outside his lips, and his big eyes were staring at fierce eyes. He was so rough that he was clearly a monster. He had a ferocious face, a burly body, and had been bigger for several rounds. When he stood in front of Morsi, the latter had to look up.

"In the blood sacrifice, my Lord told me about his dissatisfaction with you. It ordered me to command the church forces in the Black Forest, and you must obey my command now." Old Sius was like an evil ghost at this moment, with an unquestionable tone of command.

Behind Old Seus, the dozens of subordinates who followed him also changed their image. All their eyes were red, their flesh turned into demonization, and their bone armor was covered. Their expression was full of fanaticism to fight to the end, and they had no reason and humanity at all.

Morsi could sense the dark power of old Sius that was waving like a tide, and was nervous. Bain was indeed angry. In order to revenge the blasphemer, old Sius and his subordinates were transformed and strengthened by the God of Tyranny.

This transformation is obviously at the cost of consuming life. Old Seus and his gang are afraid that they will not live for half a month. But within half a month, their non-human existences are the strongest force in the Black Forest. Morsi can only bow his head slightly to express his obedience.

"I should obey my Lord's orders. Lord Sius, I wonder how we will investigate the mysterious black hand that just blasphemed my Lord?" Morsi naturally threw the problem to the old Sius who had just gained power.

"My Lord has made it clear that the blasphemer is the leader of the resistance forces in the Ghost Village, a guy named Victor Hugo. We will kill him directly tomorrow. As long as we flatten that village, all problems will naturally be solved."

Old Xius' tone was violent, simple and crude, and straightforward. His eyes were already as red as blood, carrying the fierce light of devouring people.

Morsi naturally did not object, but he muttered in his heart: "A fool can guess now that this matter is related to the 'coalition' of the Black Forest. But a blasphemer who dared to run to the blood sacrifice site and directly seize food from the tiger's mouth."

The priest and the goblin shaman looked at each other, and they had a tacit understanding in their hearts that the temporary human force was not the same as we expected. It is better to let others test this kind of enemy with unknown background.

The tyranny god Thunder was furious and issued an oracle to retaliate. Zhou Qingfeng, who caused all this, was still in deep sleep. He took a risk and wanted to save poor Sophia. But he did not succeed completely.

Zhou Qingfeng was able to provide Sophia with entities such as food and clothing, but he was unable to pull external entities into his information network, and what he pulled away was the little girl's soul.

But no matter how Zhou Qingfeng tried his best, he could not directly fight against a god. Unless the god felt that it would be too much to rob a weak soul, he gave up the fight.

Zhou Qingfeng's persistence brought Sophia's weak soul to appear in his information network, or into his mind. The little girl still looked unkempt, her thin body was still trembling and frightened.

"Don't be afraid, I'm Victor, who brings you food." Zhou Qingfeng squatted down and faced with the little girl, "I'm sorry for not saving your life. My promise was disappointed, I'm really sorry."

The little girl trembled for a long time and couldn't even speak. She was not as calm as before she died, nor was she really meaningless in life and death. She was just too weak to face the helplessness of power in a young age, and was a pain of extreme fear.

If she has a choice, she still hopes to survive.

Zhou Qingfeng revealed her identity and coaxed her softly for a long time. Sophia relaxed and cried loudly, tears roaring. But she was in a state of soul now, and only Zhou Qingfeng could hear the crying, and the tears flowed out were just a faint feeling.

"Victor, where is this place? Am I still alive?" Sophia asked pitifully. She touched her neck, and the knife she cut her neck before her death was a shadow of her life.

"I can't describe your current state either. You have lost your body and only your soul exists. Where you are is the space in my mind. And I am really just an ordinary person and can't do much."

Zhou Qingfeng roughly described the concept of her information network, and the little girl naturally couldn't understand it. But she stopped crying soon, but instead accepted her current situation. At most, she said weakly, "Victor, you will take me in, right?"

"Yes."

"Will I still go hungry and get frozen in the future?"

"There seems that there is no need for this aspect."

"Ah, this is a good thing. I have always hoped that I would never be hungry and cold. Now my wish has come true."

The little girl was a little happy and grinned with a wry smile. Zhou Qingfeng was panicked. He stretched out his hand and gently touched Sophia's hair. The originally dirty and messy hair became bright and soft under the control of his thoughts.

"Is this magic?" Sophia was still a little scared, but she was a little curious.

"No, you are in my mind, I can decide what you look like." Zhou Qingfeng stretched out his hand and stroked the little girl's face. The thin face covered in soil became cleaner.

Soon, the bad clothes turned into simple dresses, with bare feet putting on shoes, black fingers were much cleaner, and the dirt in the fingers disappeared.

This is like a normal little girl.

But it is not good enough. No matter how hard Zhou Qingfeng tried, he couldn't make the little girl happy.

"What a magical." Sophia was surprised by her change. She pulled the corners of her dress and stepped on her beautiful new shoes. She thanked her weakly: "Thank you, Victor, I like it very much. This is the best dress I have ever worn."

The little girl was happy and hugged Zhou Qingfeng's face and kissed her, shy and shy, "Victor, you are such a good person. If possible, I really want to repay you."

Zhou Qingfeng just smiled bitterly, but he was actually sad. He didn't need the little girl's repayment, he just needed the other party to live well, but this requirement was too luxurious.

As a soul, the little girl may be able to coexist with Zhou Qingfeng, but she will never grow up again.

Sofia carefully showed her changes, and after a while she noticed the countless information flows in Zhou Qingfeng's information network space. She asked curiously: "What are these?"

"It's a prayer in the black forest." Zhou Qingfeng roughly talked about the concept of information flow, "mostly the poor. They live in pain and always hope to get help.

I contacted these people in the name of "Holy Light", comforted them, guided them, and collected summary information. This information seemed inconspicuous, but it was actually very valuable. But now there is too much information flow and I can't finish it."

"Is that true?" Sophia looked at the links of different colors. Although she didn't know any information flow, she reached out to touch a red information flow with curiousness.

After a while, the little girl shouted happily: "Victor, I can also listen to these information flows. They do tell a lot of things, maybe I can help you. I am willing to do these things.

Please, allow me to do something for you. I know I am just a child and will definitely not satisfy you. If I don’t understand, please teach me. If I don’t do well, you can punish me. I will definitely work very hard, please give me a chance."
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