For Berville, war brings pain and power. If he wants to pursue the peak of power, then the person in front of him will definitely be a great help. The desire to make friends arises in Berville's heart. He doesn't mind that the other party's identity is not a black man. All he wants is power, otherwise he would not bend down to join these civilians.

Since you want to make friends and win over each other, you naturally have to express it.

Berville gave a look to a soldier beside him. The soldier immediately understood, entered the crowd with a gun, and pointed it at Currydo. Then he murmured in his ear: "If you are more eccentric, the general doesn't mind shooting you!"

"Ah?" Currydo's heart thrilled when he heard this. His biggest backer had already moved towards the enemy. If he stayed here, his life would definitely be taken away by these demons and he would meet God.

"No, you can't stay here anymore. These demons, these sluts are too cruel. Dongfang has something to say and the heroes don't suffer the immediate loss. You have to plan carefully to eliminate the demons. By the way, General Bailey didn't want to recruit me to become his propaganda envoy, so he defected to him and use his power to eradicate these demons, devils!"

Although Islam is not popular in Soma and there are not even a few temples, Islam can also bring considerable honor to warlords. Unfortunately, except for those Islamists in Soma's own country, Islamists in other countries will not come to this poor and backward country at all, and Islam will not help a warlord.

Currydo had already hated the group of people in front of him. He thought that he would have a chance in the future and didn't have to fight to the death, so Shanshan ran away. His escape made many people who were unhappy with this hypocritical Islamist laugh in a low voice.

Lei Luo walked in from the crowd. When the residents of Sori Port saw that the robe on the other side was similar to the robe on the young man with magical power, they immediately made a way out.

"Crown, this is the holy water you want!" Lei Luo carefully held a bowl of golden liquid, and golden mist kept emitting from the mouth of the bowl, and a holy force lingered around.

"It smells so good!" One person smelled it and couldn't help but scream. He smelled the fragrance of flowers from the bowl of golden liquid, which made him a little addicted.

Zhang Xiaojian took the holy water and poured the water on the gambler's broken arm under the gambler's eyes. The golden liquid seemed sticky, but when it was poured out of the bowl, it looked like a clear spring.

Zhang Xiaojian now wants to connect the gambler's broken arm, and the people's hearts are very important. This sentence has been passed down from the founding ancestor of the country Z and has been passed down to this day. As long as you gain a good reputation, it will not take much time to make Soli Port a territory of faith. At most, only half a month will be left. Zhang Xiaojian is confident that all the real power controllers of Soli Port will withdraw, and all the residents of Soli Port will become believers...

The holy water flowed over the broken arm, and the whole arm was immediately full of vitality. Zhang Xiaojian pointed the broken arm at the broken arm on the gambler's arm. This arm was cut down with force, and the wound seemed very flat, indicating that the human strength to cut off his arm was far greater than that of a fan.

Under the striking expression of everyone, he sang loudly: "The great Lord of destiny, you are the incarnation of light, the giver of life, and all wounds will be healed under your divine light."

A holy light threw out from Zhang Xiaojian's body and penetrated into the gambler's wound. Under the gambler's gambler's eyes, the wound was healing at a rapid speed. The next moment, the broken arm actually re-engaged and recovered as before.

The gambler woke up from his confusion, looked at his recovered arms, and looked at the noble man in front of him, the adult who pointed out his future. He knelt on the ground suddenly and kowtowed devoutly. His eyes were full of life, and the hollowness of the past was filled with a majestic figure.

A milky white, huge thread of faith passes through the space and enters the realm of God.

"Oh! Oh my God, he is not a demon, he is a messenger!"

Immediately afterwards, someone shouted, "This is the power of God. Only God can exert such magical power. The other party must be a divine messenger! Otherwise, how could he have such magical power?"

When they said this, it seemed to express the thoughts of everyone present. Although they were poor, they could also tell what was good and what was bad, and they could cure a gambler. This means that the other party was at least kind, and it was not like the demon that the Islamic monk Curido said. How could the devil take a gambler's broken arm for no reason for no reason? What's more, Curido's reputation in this generation is not very good, and being lazy usually describes him.

The crowd shouted with the one who shouted out a "miracle". In an instant, the shouts rang out one after another, and the whole crowd was squirted and the atmosphere was high.

Connect the broken limb?

Burwell was stunned, "This can no longer be called a means, but a magic!"

Berville studied in Country M and also learned about many other countries' cultures, such as magic, and of course there is also Roman religion. He did not catch a cold about Roman teachings. In his opinion, Roman religion is just a person who absorbs believers and obtains funds. It is worse than Islam. Islam advocates peace, while Roman religion is more aggressive (required from the plot).

At this time, Burwell had made up his mind to win over this man. The ability to reconnect with his broken limbs alone was worthy of his efforts.

"It's not bad!" Zhang Xiaojian muttered. He hadn't done such a thing for a long time. He only saved Director Zhao's wife who rescued City H last time. After he let him lose his strength, he never saved any injured person. One is that he didn't want to feel that feeling anymore, and the other is that he didn't want to do it.

The use of such a troublesome magic technique just now made Zhang Xiaojian feel the discomfort at the beginning again, but fortunately he was not too uncomfortable. Originally, such a thing should have been left to Lei Luo who was following him, but the first temple and the statue did not stand up, which made the divine power of Tu Luo, the main soul, who had not yet been officially enthroned, unable to be transmitted so far and greatly.

This also caused the priests' divine power to decline a lot, and they would return to their original state as soon as the first temple and statue were erected.

Zhou Jue also squeezed in from outside the crowd and saw the gambler crawling on the ground, muttering the name of the god Tuluo, whom he believed in. "I didn't expect that the Pope's Crown inspired the believers so powerful that they could convert a crazy believer to believe. The Pope's Crown's Crown's Crown's abilities are becoming more and more unfathomable."

When Zhou Jue thought of this, a divine light flashed in his eyes. The Pope became taller in his eyes, and it was like a towering mountain.

"It's time to find a place to build a temporary altar, otherwise it will not be able to be used." Zhang Xiaojian successfully made the gambler a believer of Tuluo, and also solved a big problem, giving General Berville in front of him a favor.

Thinking of Zhang Xiaojian, he walked in one direction, and Berville was about to reach out and grab Zhang Xiaojian's shoulder, but he didn't know that one palm firmly grabbed his arm, preventing him from moving forward.

Berville turned his head angrily, trying to see who was so bold that he dared to stop him. You must know that no one in Soma has ever dared to grab his arm.

When he turned his head, he was stunned because a young priest was grabbing his hand, and there was no expression on his face, like a glacier.

"open!"

The soldier beside Berville shouted angrily and reached out to catch Leilo. At this time, a voice sounded.

"Let's wait!"

Zhou Jue rushed over from the side, and he said anxiously: "Lei Luo might as well let go, the other party is..."

Lei Luo snorted coldly, let go of Burville's arm, and sneered, "You are now the Cardinal. I do have to listen to you, but there is one thing you should not forget, the holy body under the Pope's crown can touch mortals?"

After saying that, he left with a cold snorkeling.

Burwell held his arm in pain and thought to himself that the other party was so strong. When he looked up, he found a familiar figure, "Oh! It turned out to be your Mr. Zhou!"

Zhou Jue felt uncomfortable when Lei Luo said this. He thought about it carefully, although he had forgotten some things, and the consequences of these things... Thinking of Zhou Jue's cold sweat all over.

"Ah?" Zhou Jue was woken up by Berville's scream. He looked at Berville who was excited and complained inwardly, "I still feel like I'm in a mood to laugh? I'm not guilty if I don't know it!"

Zhou Jue's head is now big. The words just now made him suddenly realize that the church is not the highest and most important, God is, and how can the Pope, as the incarnation of the god in the mortal world, be it? This is disrespectful to God, and it is directly judged as blasphemy of the gods.

"Mr. Zhou didn't expect you to come again. It was nearly three years since we left." Berville spoke fluent English. He was afraid that Zhou Jue could not speak Arabic, so he spoke directly.

"Oh!" Zhou Jue shook his head and sighed, "Berville, you are in a little mood, but I am not in that mood for your friend."

"What?" Burwell waved his hand, let the soldiers stay away, and took Zhou Jue toward a store.

"I wonder why Mr. Zhou is like this?" Berville couldn't imagine that the Z people who had many methods in front of him had traded with him with a large number of arms, which greatly increased his strength and expanded two-thirds of his territory at once, which benefited him a lot.

"General, don't you know that you have been wandering around the side of death twice just now?" Zhou Jue stared at Burville meaningfully.

"Ah?" Burwell was shocked. He suddenly remembered the injured person with broken arm. When he thought about it carefully, he suddenly found that everything seemed to be too coincidental. "Is the injured person whose arm was cut off?"

"That's right, General, you have been saved twice by our Pope's Crown!" Zhou Jue said deeply, "Please don't publicize this matter everywhere. The Pope's Crown has his plans, and we can't speculate on it."

At this time, Berville thought that he had wandered twice from the brink of death, so he had no intention of thinking about anything else, so he just agreed.

When Zhou Jue saw that Berville had no intention of listening to his words at this time, he had to retreat helplessly, "If you have any questions, please ask me to the ferry in the port, and I will leave first."

"Ah!" Burwell was stunned, and then he thought that he had no intention of thinking about anything else, "Okay sir, please go slowly, someone will come and see him out!"

"Goodbye!" Zhou Jue left under the escort of a soldier.

....

A day later, there was a story about a god envoy picking up a gambler who was cut off by someone in the whole of Sori Port. The whole port of Sori was in full bloom. The matter about this god envoy is the favorite topic of discussion among Sori residents now.

Some warlords also responded differently after hearing this.

I became a little worried, afraid that the other party and Berville would come in, and some were disdainful and scoffed at it, thinking that it was absurd.
Chapter completed!