"You're the devil, we're going to burn you now."
Daniel struggled to his death, yet when he looked at those people below who were staring at him angrily, and heard those angry curses and plants from the villagers against him. He couldn't help but feel an unprecedented sense of aggression.
Finally, his eyes could not help but plead, and that gaze towards the lord, actually made people feel a trace of pity.
It was like a child who did not know that he had done something wrong.
However the next words he said he heard were the ones that made him feel a wave of vertigo.
"Daniel, I know you are a devout believer. But you won't be able to go to heaven after you die." George said coldly, "Because God already thinks you are the devil, you will not only be burned to death, but you will also be in the middle of hell, scorched in the blazing fire for ten thousand years."
A burst of golden stars flashed out in Daniel's brain, and he suddenly felt his whole world collapse.
He suddenly widened his eyes and stared at the lord with an extremely hateful gaze. He felt that he finally understood who the real devil was, and he wanted to tear this man alive, so that the villagers and the God of Asylum could have a good look at what was really inside that skin.
"But God is merciful, He told me that He will give you a chance to prove yourself." George looked quietly at the man in front of him and suddenly said, "Daniel, are you willing?"
These words were like a hammer suddenly hitting the big bell in Daniel's head. He froze for a moment, as if he was understanding the meaning of these words. However, in the next instant, the hatred in his eyes was no longer there, replaced by a kind of prayer.
It was as if what he had just resented was not this man, as long as he could spare himself, he was not the devil - he would be whatever he wanted to be, he would recognize!
George looked at the erratic guy in front of him and laughed coldly in his heart. He knew that this was a bottomless guy, the most despicable and never able to change the people.
They are not how much they believe in themselves or the gods, just because they love themselves more than anything, for the sake of profit, rather even they can cheat.
He felt that he had laid enough groundwork to squeeze the last bit of value out of this wretched man, once and for all.
"Listen, Daniel." George said: "As long as you do not scream in pain in the midst of the flames, and constantly pray to the gods, and not a word, and keep reciting out loud the prayer, He will let you be reborn in the flames!"
This is like the devil's compelling voice, in Daniel's heart echoed incessantly. Even the few guys tied together with him beside him, also excitedly widened their eyes and kept struggling.
George nodded his head. In his mind, he did not care whether these people believe what he said.
But as long as they had the desire to live in their hearts, his purpose had been achieved.
"--come, one of you count, I will read you the core doctrine and prayer ah, as to how much you can remember, but it is up to you. And that's all I can help you with, so you don't want to shout the wrong one later."
After George took the stinking shoes off their mouths, these people, in the midst of that blazing fire, eventually recited what he had given them.
In this moment, this group of people who were going to die in that extreme despair, put their hands to that straw to save their lives. Even if the straw was unreal, they forgot everything, and only the words that George said in his heart remained.
In the midst of the raging flames, the condemned stared up at the sky with wide eyes and started shouting over and over again. The shouts drowned out the crackling of the fire, drowning out the screams - perhaps it was no longer clear which were screams and which were the words they were shouting.
But even those who know they have been recited wrong, but still in the midst of that purgatory of pain continue to deceive themselves, firmly recite the prayer cries.
This scene is forever engraved in the hearts of the people of the territory. And this scene, also let the lords of the people more and more sure of one thing - they are the devil, that's why they are so repentant.
And that the lord, completely convicted these evil devils.
The lords looked at the pillar of fire, listened to the screams of the guards on the stage as they beat the other prisoners, fell to their knees and began to pray with the cries coming from the flames.
They chanted over and over again, over and over again, praying, and eventually even the man being flogged also began to pray...
And under the light of that fire, the lord of the asylum, completely took control of all.
After the revelry, the asylum became quiet. When the hearts of those busy people are excited.
Old Duke's idea last night, finally put into practice, everyone has a job to do, and each in their own way. And these people are very active, even the most difficult and dirty work, do not have to worry about how to assign ...
George looked at those busy people again, he knew, from this day on, no one can shake his identity as a lord!
Even if a real devil suddenly makes a move against him, these people will be the first to come forward!
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In the middle of the tavern, George, who lacked sleep, looked at the scroll in his hand while rubbing up his head which was a bit sore.
From the early morning to the curtain of the big show, his whole body was tense. After returning to the warm fire pit of the tavern, then felt a little tired.
After completing the task of gathering the people of the territory, the shelter officially became a village or town.
The rewards were still being settled. But the scrolls were showing some changes.
In the task column of the scroll now, there is an additional [Daily Task] to.
[Daily Quest - The Sanctuary has become a village town. Daily tasks will now appear on your scroll. These tasks either from the territory's daily patrols, guards. Or from the prayers of the faithful. Assigning your subordinates to complete these small tasks will raise their 'merit'.
Note: The 'merit' will appear on the scroll after the schoolyard is established.
At present, there are some patrol tasks on the scroll, George has just finished simulating the power on it, and instructed Martin and others to take people to carry out.
The patrol team is divided into two groups, each group of six people. Are patrolling the perimeter of the territory. One group seemed to have just encountered three zombies, but soon, the three red dots disappeared above the scroll, while the blue dots stayed in place for a moment before continuing the patrol.
George nodded and put down the scroll in his hand, and at the same time put down his heart.
These two groups were led by Martin and Jack, and the others were all Territorials. They will patrol until noon, after which those who sleep well escorts, will take over Martin and Jack to continue to lead those people patrol.
The two groups were equipped, George previously tried several times on the scrolls with. In the end, it was found that the combination of 1 squire, 2 hunters, 1 green man, and two inferior people had the highest patrol mission completion rate, reaching 87%.
''I don't know what exactly this merit is for, but with these 'daily tasks', at least I can allocate the manpower in a reasonable way.''
Among the daily tasks, there are also many requests from the lords and ladies - it seems that the God of Asylum has heard their voices and called for His spokesperson to help the believers to achieve.
For example, 'Aunt XX prayed to the God of Asylum and wanted to have a monkey with the lord' - apparently this task came from the assignment of the God of Love.
And 'tavern waitress hope that the terrible lord will not force her Lord here' and other cockamamie things...
Ignoring all that stuff, George thought about it.
'Those four inferior folk all seemed to have a morbid blind faith after the flogging...' George rubbed his chin, somewhat confused as to why such a result would occur. But these 12 blind believers in the patrol group, in addition to Martin and Jack, the inferior folk were indeed the most devout to the faith.
The same as the squires who were baptized and turned into [devout blind believers], all became devout believers...
These inferior folk were even more pious than the squires.
'Blind faith... It must be blind faith. But in the midst of this doom, there is no chance of survival without blind and crazy faith in the hope of the future... O God of refuge, their faith in you is devout, blind, just that hope for survival... So you do not blame me, ah, only such blindness continues, I can let them overcome their fears, and properly fight for the chance to survive ah.'' George nodded and seemed to have thought it through somewhat.
As he himself said, perhaps the blind faith in the hearts of the people was not in the god of refuge and their lord, they just needed a reason that could not be destroyed, so that they could believe in the hope of the future.
Don't say I didn't try to keep you from being disappointed, God of Refuge. The word pious is there, and I have completed 6 of the 20 pious believers... Ahem, I know this pious taste is a bit special, but you did not say that this task will give me a reward, so you do not count too much ah ... I can't fucking help it!'
The scroll said above, 'devout blind believers' no more combat power plus layer, but they are able to learn the hymn of truth. When they understand the doctrine again, they will be sent to the monastery, and after monasticism and baptism, they will be able to become a trainee priest.
In addition, the 'devout blind believers' will continue to spread the faith to the people around them - the faith they understand.
In other words, with their efforts, the blind believers will become more and more...
'If used positively, this blindness, then the hope in their hearts will never be dashed... Moreover, the fighting power of the blind believers is extraordinary.' George took a sip of hot water, sat on top of the chair next to the fire pit and roasted the fire, thinking that in the future, these free pies, or have to draw more to do.
As for whether the God of Asylum will be satisfied with this matter...
'If you can't stand it, just change it. I can only go so far... This is the fastest and most efficient solution that I can think of.''
He rubbed his head and let out a sigh.
His body felt tired, but his spirit was excited. The other squires and Alexander had long since fallen into a sound sleep in the room, but he could not sleep at all.
Indeed, he was now full of thoughts and confused.
Since last night, until now. Everyone in the territory was a different person.
Although it was all his doing, the pace was so fast that he was a bit caught off guard.
He had to organize the changes in the shelter now in his mind in order to think about the next step and make the right decision to come.
Previously he had specially observed Martin and Jack and found that the combat power of these two guys had changed after this night of fighting and spiritual baptism. The basic combat power was raised from 2 to 3.
These two guys are still a little thin because of malnutrition, but the spiritual strength and determination allows them to exert more power now. So George felt that after their bodies were toned up, the combat power boosted by their strong will was by no means this 1 point anymore.
''Elite...'' George's heart showed this word to.
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