Tifa prayed in a daze, but he had done the confession ceremony many times before, and although he stuttered a bit in his sacrificial words, it was generally correct.
"Impossible!" "Found it!"
But after confessing, Tifa suddenly felt the atmosphere around him change, and many wolf-like eyes all gathered on him, making every pore of him tense.
"What's going on?" Tifa raised his head in astonishment, and immediately saw the milky white light on the altar, which had now turned into a coquettish dark red!
"heresy!!!"
Tifa's neck tightened, and he was lifted up. The face of the old bishop in front of him was extremely ferocious at this moment.
Vaguely, he saw his father crying, and then he was directly beaten to the ground, and even the nearby villagers immediately moved away to isolate his family, as if they had a plague on them.
"No!!! Do it again! Please try again! The reference to my family is absolutely impossible to be a blasphemer of the goddess!"
The cries lingered around Tifa's ears, but the palms on the neck became tighter and tighter, even making Tifa feel suffocated.
"Speak quickly! Heretic, how did you violate the teachings of the goddess!"
At this time, the strength on the opponent's palm loosened, so that the fresh air that had not been seen for a long time was poured into the trachea proudly, and Tifa's tears and snot flowed out together.
Seeing this heretical appearance, the bishop frowned slightly.
The opponent's strength is too weak, not like the powerful heresy in the past, and this level of threat is obviously impossible to reach the point where the goddess must issue orders.
"Power Word!!!" A little golden light flew out of the bishop's hand, and then sank into Tifa's forehead.
Afterwards, Tifa found that his mouth began to get out of control, answering every question asked by the other party.
The life before the mentioning was very ordinary, ordinary to the point of being boring, but when the questioning progressed to the daytime exploration, the bishop's breathing became obviously short of breath.
"Quick! Surround the back kitchen of this house!"
Huge force flew out, and Tifa felt as if his body was flying in the clouds, and then fell into the huge iron hoop, which made his whole body sore.
Escorted by many guards, Tifa and his family came to his house.
Afterwards, waves of knights who were on the verge of a formidable enemy rushed in and found a rusty iron sword.
"My lord bishop!" The leading knight held the iron sword in both hands respectfully.
The strong evil power lingering on the iron sword made the bishop frowned: "The item of the evil god? Or the temptation of the devil? It doesn't even have the effect of identification."
Although he didn't know the specific attributes of the item, the bishop already knew his goal this time.
"If this item is purified, the grace and favor I get will probably be able to increase my priest level by one level, right?"
The bishop's eyes were faintly intoxicated, followed by pious confession: "Great goddess of spring water, please forgive your servant's greed..."
For some reason, Leylin's parasitic iron sword, the soul seed, never showed any signs. He meekly allowed the bishop to impose a lot of seals, and under the escort of many knights, he came to the altar in the village.
"This child's soul has been polluted by the power of heresy..."
Standing before the altar, the bishop spoke the final verdict on the proposal.
"Burn him to death!" "Burn him to death!" "Burn him to death!" Before the reference could react, many villagers had roared ferociously.
The frenzied atmosphere, as well as the ferocious face that was different from usual, made Tifa cry out of fright.
Even his family members were automatically restrained by angry villagers, tied to a makeshift wooden cross.
What was about to happen gave Tifa a bad feeling in his heart.
"No! Please forgive them, I... I didn't do anything! I just picked up an iron sword and came back, I am willing to repent!!!"
Tifa cried and made a final plea: "For the sake of the goddess! Even if I have to be punished, please forgive my family!"
"Families of heretics must also be 'purified'!"
But what answered him was the bishop's stern face.
Immediately, accompanied by a large number of flames and the cry of the child, Tifa fainted in horror.
"Great goddess! Your servant reverently invites you to come..."
After burning Tifa's family members, the bishop led other priests and began to pray devoutly in front of the altar.
As the culprit this time, Tifa and the iron sword polluted by the evil god must be dealt with by the goddess herself.
"Hmm... is this the way of faith?"
The soul seed in the iron sword is constantly observing the opponent's movements: "Through religious ceremonies, spread fanaticism, and at the same time collect the extreme emotions and soul power released by believers..."
Leylin analyzed calmly.
In his current state, he didn't have much power to resist at all, so he still put all his energy on gathering intelligence.
And through observation during this period of time, some superficial conditions of the world of the gods have gradually begun to unfold before his eyes, which is clearer than Belusebabu's memory.
"First of all, the environment here, the extraordinary power is restricted to a very strict level, and the average physical fitness of ordinary people here, even the most ordinary farmers, is much higher than that of ordinary people in the wizarding world, basically several times look... Finally, these priests and knights... "
From these priests, Leylin clearly felt the power of another rule.
Although this path is very similar to the way of sacrifice in the purgatory world, it is also different.
The biggest difference is that this power of faith is widely used, and with just a glimpse, Leylin discovered a large number of so-called priests.
And these numbers are obviously only gathered from nearby areas.
If combined, instilling power into these priests would probably bankrupt many Purgatory Supremes, but the gods did it easily.
Moreover, unlike the equivalent exchange in the way of sacrifice, the priests here all consider themselves servants of the gods and position themselves at a very low level.
All these situations made Leylin very interested in knowing the inside story.
"And... due to the large number, it is impossible for those gods to keep an eye on every believer, unless they apply voluntarily, or encounter soul blasphemy..."
Leylin looked at the bishop who started to pray, and a feeling that rules were about to come began to surround him.
"We must do it!"
It made a decision immediately, and then turned its attention to the formulation on the side.
Leylin's body is just a broken sword, so it is very difficult to make some resistance, and some kind of medium is necessary.
Now it seems that this kid is very suitable.
Blood and fire! There are also the ferocious smiles of the surrounding villagers and those knights and priests. This is Tifa's dream.
The feeling of heavy oppression, like a mountain, completely devastated the child's mind.
Under such circumstances, it was an easy task for Leylin to manipulate the opponent.
"Hey! Boy! Do you want revenge?"
Numerous flames burst out suddenly, converging into a huge face, staring at Tifa.
"Think! No matter what kind of existence you are! It doesn't matter if you want my soul even if it's a devil or a demon. Please give me the power of revenge!"
The mention in the dream was crying and knelt down on his knees.
"Very enlightening! I like it!" The flame face smiled evilly, and then turned into a huge flame winged snake, submerging into Tifa's body.
"Remember! My god is named Kukulkan!!! Feathered Serpent God Kukulkan!!! Your soul, flesh and blood, and everything, from this moment on, belong to me completely!!!"
A voice sounded from the bottom of Tifa's heart, and immediately he felt as if his body was on fire, extremely hot.
"What's going on?" "This kid is so hot!"
The noisy environment around made Tifa open his eyes again, but the scorched fire frame not far away caused his tears to flow out unsatisfactorily.
The hot feeling on his body didn't dissipate in the slightest, and Tifa stared blankly at his palm—it was no longer human, with weird scales and flames lingering on it, like a hand of revenge from hell!
"It turns out... none of this is a dream!"
Tifa murmured.
At this time, the bishop and the knights were also shocked by Tifa's appearance. From their point of view, the other party was suddenly wrapped in a layer of flames, and immediately turned into a monster from hell.
"Kill him!" Several knights with holy radiance rushed over with their giant swords in hand.
"Ah..." Tifa roared, and the seals on the broken sword that Leylin possessed before disintegrated layer by layer, and then it came to his hand.
"Death!" The broken sword drew a few strange red lines, and immediately the bodies of the knights were cracked open, a lot of blood and internal organs splashed everywhere, mixed with the horrified cries of many villagers.
It seemed as if a steady stream of power was pouring in from the hilt of the broken sword, making Tifa seem to turn into a god of death, harvesting the lives of the surrounding knights.
"The aura of life on the opponent's body has become stronger, at least equivalent to a professional of the fifteenth level!"
"Goddess Bingsi, how is this possible?"
"God! Please bless us!" Many knights and priests shouted angrily.
But Tifa no longer cared about him, his mind was already filled with the desire for revenge.
One enemy after another was destroyed under his blood-red vision, and finally it was the bishop's turn.
"Hmm! Try the last experiment! Talent - Devour!"
Following Leylin's thought, Tifa's hand directly grabbed the bishop's shoulder.
Afterwards, the opponent's flesh and blood began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.