Chapter 67 (2/2)
The warrior was a little surprised and frowned: ”hum! Even the faith dare to steal
Hearing this, the old man suddenly raised his head, pointed to the warrior and said angrily, ”little thief! You blaspheme the sun god, his highness tirathus! He also killed the guardian of the altar. I just don't know that you have committed a great crime. Tirathmus will make you immortal in the burning hell
”Little thief?” The samurai was surprised and amused by the title. For the first time in his long life, he was called that.
As soon as the samurai's fingers closed, the old man's body immediately came to the samurai. The samurai held his front in his hand and asked calmly, ”what other gods are there in this continent besides the false god tiratimus?”
The old man was stunned, and then replied with anger: ”false god? Other gods? There is only one God in our continent, the great tirathus
”Only one God?” The warrior was a little confused. Can only one God cover such a large continent? Can it rise so fast? The last time he visited this area, there was no continent“ Is there really only one God? ” The samurai are not willing to give up. The old man almost spit at him: ”blasphemer! Your disrespect to God will lead you to hell forever
”I thought there were several gods, but there was only one.” The warrior said with a smile, his words relaxed. He suddenly raised his head, squinted at the shining sun in the sky and asked, ”Helios? So the temple of tirathmis is actually there? ”
The old man looked angry again and howled, ”you will be punished for your disrespect for the great tiratimus! Tirathamis will powder you in his flame
”Powder? Is he that powerful? ” The samurai put down the old man and twirled the staff in his hand. His fingers looked very careful, as if an carelessness would destroy the staff.
”Well, yes, there is a trace of his power here.” The samurai said, regardless of the old man's surprise, hatred and fear, the two fingers of the other hand squeezed on the gem of the staff, a green light was extracted, and the gem on the staff quickly faded, and then snapped into a pile of debris.
The warrior closed his eyes and pinched the green magic power at his fingertips, just like kneading a dough, slowly grinding the green magic power into a turbulent flow of energy. The old man was too frightened to speak. As an altar priest, he naturally knows the strength of the divine power. However, what kind of existence is it that he can grind away a touch of divine power between his actions?
”Why?” The samurai suddenly found another thing. The use of divine power is always two-way. God not only gives believers faith, but also provides a chance for the users of divine power to touch God. However, even if he holds this power of tirathamis in his hand and grinds it away, he analyzes the composition of divine power, But I didn't see any response from the god named tirathmis, not even a trace of anger. What's going on?
There are only two possibilities in this case: one is a weak God who can feel the strength of the warrior and dare not respond, the other is that the God does not or does not want to respond, otherwise it is a blasphemy that can never be tolerated in the divine world, and even some sleeping gods have to give a severe blow to the blasphemer even if they want to wake up from their deep sleep.
To be able to create such a continent, it is obvious that the weak and the weak are not related to this God. So why did this God not respond?
The samurai thought.
On the other hand, the old man was trembling. He didn't know whether he was afraid or hated too much. He slowly came to the warrior and said, ”Dear Sir, which God are you in this world?”