On the hill, the flames were blazing.
At the foot of the hill, seventy or eighty caravan members were stunned and did not dare to move, because from their perspective, what they saw was a large flame suddenly burning. The specific situation could not be seen at all, and the whole process only lasted a few seconds. , it’s not shocking enough.
This situation is naturally what Zhang Yang is happy to see, he does not want to kill people and silence them.
He quickly picked up two crimson beads from the ground, which were left behind after the two paper figures were burned up.
This thing feels slightly cool to the touch, but since it has been disconnected from the village building order, there is naturally no information prompt.
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yang used the few soul force fields to cover one of them. He needed to figure out the value of this thing. He couldn't spend 28 pieces of dry food and kill two mysterious paper figures and get nothing.
"Huh?"
A second later, Zhang Yang was stunned because his soul power was actually unable to penetrate the inside of the bead and was directly bounced back by a force.
"It seems that the strength level of these two paper figures is higher than mine, so even the dropped items are so powerful."
Zhang Yang smiled, but he was not frustrated because he had many solutions.
Throw a bead directly into the flame, and then use mana to construct a second closed circle to form a curved force field for high-temperature compression. Under that high temperature, it is useless no matter how many mysteries are hidden inside the bead.
In an instant, the flame temperature in the curved force field reached 1000 degrees, but at this time the bead still did not change.
Zhang Yang sneered, directly used a portion of dry food, and continued to increase the intensity of high-temperature compression.
The temperature of the flame quickly exceeded two thousand degrees. At this time, he found that the bead suddenly expanded rapidly, just like a squid spraying ink. A large black mist rushed out, squeaking, as if there were thousands of dollars hidden inside. Hundreds of evil spirits.
But it's no use.
Under the high temperature of more than 2,000 degrees, especially in the curved force field, this terrifying black mist did not even touch the flamboyant sleeves, and was burned and dissipated in an instant.
At this point, Zhang Yang stopped the mana output of the second closed-circuit circle and closed the curved force field. What appeared in front of him again was a large number of hill-like objects.
"Storage Orb?"
He immediately thought of this, and it seemed that he really made a profit this time.
"My lord, my lord! There is divinity! Divinity!"
Zhao Xianyu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly shouted.
"What?"
"Sir, there is divinity on those four broken weapons. I sensed divinity. They were probably left by other fallen gods." Zhao Xianyu went crazy with joy.
Zhang Yang immediately picked up a rusty harpoon-like weapon, and in an instant, he received a message from the Mountain God's Order.
"You gained 4 units of divinity."
"You have obtained the incomplete status of the River God."
"You have gained 5,900 points of trust from the followers of the River God."
"You have gained 290 integrity points from the followers of the River God."
"You have gained 7 points of fanaticism from the followers of the River God."
"Mountain God Zhao Xianyu requests to share it with you."
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The last message was ignored by Zhang Yang. He was not so happy because the previous conversation between the two paper figures was very scary.
Next, he picked up the remaining three weapons one by one. As expected, they were all left behind by other gods in this world. In the end, his Mountain God Order actually gained 13 units of divinity, four incomplete god positions, and a pan-trust value of 45,003 points. , the integrity value is 380 points, and the fanaticism value is 59 points.
It looked like he had made a small fortune.
After a moment's thought, Zhang Yang decisively converted all Pan-Trust and Integrity points into Fan-Faith points, which was 547 points.
Then he gave the order to Zhao Xianyu.
"Resurrect the broken-legged Robin immediately!"
"Uh, sir, he is not our fanatical believer. There is no resurrection option."
"Nonsense, do you think I don't understand the core mystery of faith? Resurrecting you will only consume more fanatical faith points. We have caused quite a lot of trouble this time, and we must find a scapegoat."
Zhang Yang's thinking was very clear, and he already knew what to do before the caravan members woke up from the shock.
After transferring 500 points of fanaticism to Zhao Xianyu, he himself moved the body of Robin with the broken leg and threw it into the flames.
"Resurrect him, turn him into a fanatical believer, and grant him magical powers. Give him as much as you can! This is not the time to be stingy. If you dare to hide a little bit, I will kill you immediately."
Zhang Yang quickly ordered, and at the same time, he decisively input the divinity of two units, as well as an incomplete river god's throne and an incomplete mountain god's throne to the broken-legged Robin.
Then, Zhang Yang casually picked up a few inconspicuous things from the large pile of items, and threw the rest into the flames.
"My lord, my lord, there are so many good things in there!" Zhao Xianyu was so anxious that he almost cried, but Zhang Yang remained unmoved. After cleaning up everything, making sure that he had no blood traces left behind, he turned around and ran away, leaving only A fire was still burning.
Five minutes later, the people in the caravan braved the courage to walk up the hill. What they saw was Robin with a broken leg standing motionless in the flames. With the presence of those two units of divinity, the mere flames could not burn him to death.
This magical scene shocked everyone.
When the fire was extinguished and the broken-legged Robin opened his eyes and walked out with the majesty of a god, all the people in the caravan knelt down and were conquered by this miracle. Five of them were on the spot. Fanatics appeared, and the rest became true believers.
And the broken-legged Robin has a vacant god position, has divinity, has magical skills, has no less than 300 points of fanaticism, and has treasures with him (there are always a few treasures that cannot be burned by fire).
Thus, a god was born.
Zhang Yang watched from a distance, very satisfied.
As for the mountain god Zhao Xianyu, he was crying, because the wealth he had just now could have allowed him to directly rise to level 10, but it was so sad to just pass him by.
However, he was frightened by Zhang Yang's order and did not dare to make a fuss.
"gone!"
A few minutes later, Zhang Yang left quickly without stopping. Even this time, he didn't even prepare dry food. He rushed to Storm City in one breath. With the help of the information he got from Robin with a broken leg, he happily disguised himself as a A farmer selling melons in the city.
As for Robin with the Broken Leg, he will continue to observe, and he also believes that the guy will return to Storm City as soon as possible, and he will definitely choose to keep a low profile.
as expected.
Five days later, when Zhang Yang was selling melons, he saw the familiar caravan. On the surface, it was an ordinary caravan. It had the characteristics of all caravans at this time and had no flaws at all. .
If Zhang Yang hadn't seen them with his own eyes, he would almost have deceived them.
"I really found the right person."
Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief. He spent so much money to resurrect Robin with a broken leg, not because of any friendship. He simply took a fancy to this guy's thoughtfulness, ruthlessness, and great ambition.
The most important thing is that Robin with the Broken Leg knows very well the reasons and taboos for the fall of other gods in this world.
So he won't repeat the same mistakes easily.
He will only develop in a low-key manner, act in secret, and then continue to develop his power, because only in this way can he survive.
"The master behind those two paper figures and their sect are very scary. Maybe they can find out something. Now, I am slightly safe, but if I want to be safer, I need Robin with a broken leg. His sacred cause is in full swing and needs to become bigger and bigger, and I even need to help him when necessary."
After the caravan disappeared from sight, Zhang Yang continued selling melons for three days before arranging a perfect way to leave quietly.
He had to get some more dry food.
Because the show—has just begun.