My believers are time travelers

When the glorious Pope Saint Doflamingo declared war on the reincarnation religion angrily.

Xia Qihong came to a strange place, the sky was gloomy and filled with thick smoke, and the air was full of the pungent sulfur smell.

Just as he contacted the avatar of the Kingdom of God and was about to return to Tenni City, he found that his connection with the avatar of the Kingdom of God had disappeared.

"Hey, I lost the chain at the critical moment, do you think that I, the majestic Creator God, have to rely on your avatar?"

"But what the hell is this place? A smell of sulfur wouldn't be hell, would it?"

Xia Qihong looked around, and the place he was in seemed to be a hilly place with no human habitation.

A few unknown plants grew alone on the dark red hills in the distance.

"Is anyone there? Is there anyone? Please answer me if you hear it."

"Yes sir." A timid voice came from behind Xia Qihong.

The sudden sound made Xia Qihong kick back reflexively.

When he turned around, he saw a little girl with long purple hair kicked to the ground by him.

Embarrassing, so embarrassing.

"Little sister, are you alright?"

"You suddenly appeared behind me and startled me. This is a conditioned reflex, understand? A conditioned reflex, I didn't mean it."

Xia Qihong explained insincerely.

"My lord, you suddenly appeared in front of me and shocked me."

"And my lord, I'm not a little sister."

Xia Qihong who got the gender wrong was even more embarrassed.

Fortunately, the little boy with long purple hair did not embarrass him further.

"My lord, are you a saint who came to the Nightmare Hills for trials?"

"Holy Clan, Nightmare Hills" Xia Qihong quickly retrieved these two words in his mind.

"Ahahaha, are the kids here for the trial too?"

Without any more information, Xia Qihong could only start talking to the children.

"No, my lord, I live here, and I am a nightmare."

The little boy turned sideways, showing Xia Qihong the miniature meat wings on his waist.

Mozu!Xia Qihong's heart trembled, didn't it mean that the demons disappeared with the fall of the dark god Biya?
By the way, the Saint Race should be the Demon God Race, a race that is very similar to the Human Race, but its strength is thousands of times that of the Human Race.

Xia Qihong, who had a score in mind, calmed down, and the most urgent task now was to collect information.

The second head of the reincarnation sect started the mode of deceiving children.

"What's your name, kid? This box of pastries is just an apology for accidentally kicking you just now."

Xia Qihong took out a box of pastries from Guanghui Shengjiao from the space ring and handed it to the little boy.

"Sir, my name is Xiu." Xiu answered vaguely while biting the pastry.

"So it's Xiu, you can call me Big Brother Xia"

"Brother Xia lost his way during the trial, can you take me to your house?"

Xiu, who was bought by a box of pastries, hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Kanla Village is the village where Xiu's Nightmare Clan lives.

On the way back to the village, under Xia Qihong's insinuation, Xiu told everything he knew.

It turns out that this is the Continent of Demons, the backside of the legendary world.

When Biya, the God of Darkness, fell, Kargill teamed up with other gods to permanently seal off the space channel, and the demons no longer appeared in the world.

After the fall of Biya, the God of Darkness, and his family, the demons fell into chaos without a leader, fighting each other endlessly.

Because of the fall of the gods, the demons also lost the favor of the gods, and embarked on a completely different cultivation system.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the village, he saw an old man lying on the ground, and a fallen demon kicked the old man endlessly.

When Xiu saw it, he yelled, the village head.He ran over and threw himself on the old man to protect him.

The fallen demon didn't stop because Xiu was protecting the old man, but kicked Xiu harder and harder.

Xia Qihong, who originally didn't want to be nosy, just couldn't see the elderly and children being bullied.

For him, protecting the elderly and children is the duty of those in power.

"Stop." Xia Qihong stopped the sinking demon.

"Why beat them?"

The fear of the holy race engraved in his blood shocked the fallen demon.

"My lord, the younger one is the tax collector of Lord Hoyaro."

"He came to Kanla Village to collect taxes."

"Since it's tax collection, why beat people?"

"My lord, you don't know that this scumbag refuses to pay the tax. He insists that he has paid the tax. The villain beat him when he was out of anger."

"Nonsense, we paid our taxes 10 days ago."

Xiu helped the village head up, and looked at the tax collector with fiery eyes.

"Oh, oh, you said it was 10 days ago. Lord Huoyaro hadn't started the war with Lord Elo 10 days ago."

"This is no longer a war, the lord told me to collect war taxes."

Xia Qihong, who was listening clearly from the side, felt that the vitality of these demons was really tenacious, and those who fought and killed every day could still reproduce to this day.

"Go back and tell the lord that you must pay the taxes tomorrow."

Xia Qihong decided to help Kanla Village overcome this difficulty, because he felt that this small village was very suitable for hiding.

According to the current growth rate of the Power of Faith, as long as he stays in Kanla Village for more than 10 days, the Power of Faith can reach 5.

At that time, he will be able to exchange for the shuttle door and return to Tenny City.

After knowing that tax is food, Xia Qihong was completely relieved.

I dare not say anything else, the rations for an individual soldier with 2 points of power of faith from the technology tree are enough.

After asking how much tax Kanla Village needs to pay.

In front of the whole village, Xia Qihong generously took out 100 individual combat rations from the space ring.

That night, Kanla Village held a grand banquet to welcome this distinguished guest.

Xia Qihong, who had escaped several waves of Miss Nightmare, found Xiu.

"Why don't you go to the banquet?"

"I'm practicing, Brother Xia."

"Didn't the village chief say that the Nightmare Clan can't cultivate?"

"Yes, the racial talent of the Nightmare family determines that our family can only rely on the strong."

"Then how do you practice?"

"What I practice is a breathing method in memory."

As for blood inheritance, Xia Qihong nodded understandingly.

Seeing that Xia Qihong made a mistake, Xiu didn't explain anything, and continued to practice on his own.

"Xiu, what is the reason why you practice so hard?"

"Unify the continent of demons and become the co-lord of the demon clan."

Xiuyan, who was practicing the breathing method, replied concisely.

Xia Qihong felt a little strange that Xiu didn't look like a demon at all, and he answered every question he had.

Unlike his clansmen, who keep everything secretive.

Maybe the kid was too honest, he concluded.

"Xiu, brother Xia will teach you a word."

"If you want to live well in the intriguing demon clan, you must remember to only talk about three things when you meet people, and don't give up all your heart."

"You're too honest with Brother Xia."

Xia Qihong, who looked like a master, walked away feeling a little melancholy.

"That's because of you, my lord."

Xiu said in a voice that only he could hear.

In the early morning of the second day, the tax collector of the Fallen Devil came to the gate of the village, and the village head paid the tax as promised.

The tax collector who completed the task did not stay too long, and returned to the lord with the tax paid by Kanla Village.

Xia Qihong, who was chatting and farting with the village chief at the entrance of the village, suddenly saw a cloud of smoke billowing in the distance.

A group of demon cavalry, surrounded by a flame demon riding a huge hell dog, rushed over and arrived in front of them in an instant.

Seeing the fallen demon coming all the way behind the cavalry, the village chief asked, "Is there anything else the tax collector wants to do?"

The Sinking Demon Tax Collector stood respectfully beside the flame demon and introduced: "This is the honorable Lord Huo Yaluo."

"Your Excellency said that your share is not enough."

Huo Yaluo kicked the sinking demon away, and looked at the village head fiercely and bloodthirstyly.

"There are 79 people in Kanla Village, but they only paid 78 rations. Are you trying to deceive the great Hoyaro?"

"My lord, counting the newborn babies, we only have 78 people."

"What about him?" Huo Yaluo asked, pointing at Xia Qihong who was beside him.

Xia Qihong, who was watching the excitement from the sidelines, never expected that the fire would burn himself.

It's not exciting to watch, Xia Qihong muttered, took out a piece of individual rations from the space ring and threw it to Huo Yaluo.

"You have deceived the great Hoyaro, and now I declare you to be my slave, and all that is yours to be mine."

Huo Yaluo greedily looked at the space ring in Xia Qihong's hand.

At this time, the short Xiu appeared and stood in front of Huo Yarrow.

"Go away, stupid nightmare. Stand in front of me again, and I'll turn you into jerky and serve as food for little devils."

The tall Huo Yaluo looked down at Xiu, covering the thin and thin Xiu under his figure.

"Xiu hurry up and hide, Huo Yaluo, I will deal with it."

Xia Qihong didn't have time to finish his sentence.

Then he saw Huo Yaluo slashing at Xiu with his saber.