Remember [New] in a second! "The supreme lord **** protects her believers and sends down boundless power..."

The blue smoke rose, and the chanting voices of preaching priests spread across the sea and sky. They danced mysterious sacrificial dances, shook the wooden bells in their hands, and sang the myths and miracles of the main god!

Thousands of people knelt on the ground, their expressions were devout, numb, or fearful. They smelled the pungent smell of burning sulfur, listened to the strange singing of the priests, and heard the low ringing of bells, and their minds became a little dizzy. And the image of the Lord God seems to gradually rise in the hearts of everyone, and gradually become lofty.

"The methods of preaching priests are indeed deeply rooted in the hearts of the people!..."

The knowledgeable Mickey watched the ritual on the shore with thought in his eyes.

Although they all belonged to the priests of the main god, the affairs of the preaching priests were more focused on manipulating people's hearts. As long as it is to spread the belief of the main god, the preaching priests don't mind what means they use. Their methods include group rituals, psychological hints, gentle hypnosis, the use of magic smoke, and the most awesome and unreasonable special potions!

But the duty of the god-inspired priests is to follow the existing order and study the laws of the world's operation. They want to discover divinely inspired rules, and based on these rules, create more effective tools for production and life.

The responsibilities of the two are completely different, and the way of doing things is also completely different, just like the planning of this raid is somewhat at odds with Mickey's rules of conduct.

Thinking of this, the knowledgeable Mickey sighed and said in a deep voice.

"Zuvaro, the Chief Karan of the Jorem Tribe, after all, once met with the kingdom's exploration team for friendship! He never showed hostility on the surface, but we used this method to take his tribe away. .. It’s worth doing this kind of thing last time. If you do too much and spread among the ministries, where will the reputation of the kingdom be placed? In the long run, the stability of the belief in the main **** may not be the a good thing..."

Hearing this, the god-inspired priest Zuvalo raised his brows. He had a smile on his face, but he was a little disapproving in his heart. How many of these tribes who fought in the wasteland survived and grew with clean hands? The process of preaching the kingdom itself is competing with the chiefs and the heads for the control of the tribal people. If some thunderbolt means were not used, would the chiefs and leaders obediently let go and hand over power? You have to spread the faith before you can talk about things that are not stable...

"In the final analysis, Mickey has stayed in the Shenwei University and the Divine Enlightenment Institute for too long, and he doesn't know the dangers of the human heart."

The god-inspired priest Zuvalo thought secretly, then said with a smile.

"Mickey, the knowledgeable man, you don't have to worry too much. The range of activities of these coastal ministries is not large, and the spread of news is not fast. It is also not uncommon for tribal chiefs and leaders to change. The kingdom thinks To expand in the Northland as soon as possible, we still need to follow this strategy: first start trading with the local tribes, then send priests to preach, and after we have a certain foundation of believers, we should cooperate internally and externally to completely convert the entire tribe to the Lord God!. ..”

"Lord God bless! As long as we establish a foundation in the Northern Continent and demonstrate sufficient force, all the small tribes around us will come closer and submit to us!"

"Blessed by the Lord God! Zuvaro, I did not deny the expansion strategy of you and the missionary priest Songbird... It's just that when the kingdom takes action, you must be careful and try to maintain your reputation! Like Chief Karan and the leaders who surrendered People cannot be executed arbitrarily, at least one life must be left. To truly stabilize the hearts of the tribe, it is necessary to import trade goods from the kingdom to improve the lives of the tribe. Similarly, there must be priests to guide the local tribe to cultivate and increase the number of acres of farmland. Produce..."

The knowledgeable Mickey spoke carefully with a serious expression on his face. His position must be on the side of the kingdom. Therefore, his words at the moment are precisely supplementing the follow-up improvement for this radical expansion strategy.

"Just like the Jorem tribe, it is close to the source of struvite, and can use this natural fertilizer nearby to increase the production of farmland! It is also close to the copper mine, where it can smelt copper and produce copper utensils. If you can find tin ore , you can make bronze wares here... and only after believing in the main god, the life of the tribe will improve, and the belief of the tribe will be truly stabilized!"

The two leading god-inspired priests discussed solemnly and perfected the strategy for the expansion of the Northland. And the worship ceremony on the shore is gradually coming to an end.

Song Niao, the second-level missionary priest, squinted his eyes and stood on the altar, watching the crowd who fell to the ground, feeling happy. After nearly two years of preaching in the Yorem Ministry, he finally waited until today! Soon, after the end of the sacrifice, it will be the highest glory of the missionary priest, the great conversion of the entire tribe. During the Great Refuge, hair cutting, blood oath, facial tattoos, and seal engraving are indispensable. And before formally converting, you have to show the majesty of the Lord God again to shock people's hearts!

"The supreme Lord God can bestow generous blessings on her devout believers, and she can also unleash the thunder of divine punishment on unbelievers and rebels!...Blow the trumpet! Witness the divine punishment!"

The missionary priest Song Niao sternly shouted, and several priests blew the mournful conch horn. When they heard the sound of the trumpet, both Zuvaro and Mickey stopped discussing. Zuvaro looked serious, and immediately took out a red command flag, waved it towards the woods on the shore, and ordered in a deep voice.

"Tiger crouching gun ready! Let it go!"

Twelve longships lined up, and the tiger squat guns on the bows were immediately ignited. A moment later, there was a terrible thunder, exploding loudly!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The thunder continued, and the sound shook the sky, just like the divine punishment from the Lord God! Seeing that the tribe in the lake can manipulate thunder and flames, thousands of local tribesmen who participated in the ceremony were shocked and terrified. At this moment, they were completely prostrate on the ground, praying to the Lord God in panic!

Even the most rebellious tribal leader finally showed unconcealable fear in the face of the roaring bronze beast that he had never seen before. They are not afraid of face-to-face fighting, not afraid of feathered arrows, but they have to bow their heads in the face of the thunder that is said to be God's punishment ~lightnovelpub.net~ facing the threat of soul sinking in the mouth of the priests.

On the flagship longship, Chief Karan stood beside the "Bronze Beast". He faced the deafening thunder, breathed the acrid smoke, imagined the unknown demon, and finally his knees gave way, and he knelt down on the deck. Seeing this scene, a satisfied smile appeared on the face of the god-inspired priest Zuvalo.

"Very good! When the artillery on the ship fired, how much effort was saved to shock people! Haha!"

The knowledgeable Mickey touched his chin, his eyes flickered, but he didn't make a sound. Until all the artillery bombardment was over, the branches of the woods on the shore were also broken, and they were in a mess. Thousands of tribal people were shocked, and there was no more resistance. And the ceremony for the priests to convert to believers officially began!

Batch after batch of tribesmen, led by the warriors of the kingdom, knelt down in front of the burning brazier. Afterwards, they cut off their hair, threw them into the fire, cut their palms, swore by dripping blood, drank blood wine, recited the name of the main **** three times, and carved the tattoo of the sun hummingbird on their foreheads...

The missionary priest Song Niao smiled and looked down the altar, everything was in order. After pondering for a while, he went to the flagship longship. Then, under the terrified eyes of Chief Karan, the song bird priest raised the obsidian sharp blade with a blank expression, and swung it down steadily!

"ah!..."