The World of Evil God game.

Drifting in the world, sacrificing the church.

The cathedral was cleaned spotlessly, and the bright red flags were hung almost all over the hall. Many mortals with different expressions were sitting on the wooden benches. Some of them looked gloomy, some were sweating profusely, and some Some of them clasped their hands and prayed softly, and some showed hesitation and didn't know what they were struggling with.

On the podium, a dragon-shaped shadow in a red robe was giving an impassioned speech. His exaggerated body occupied a very eye-catching position on the podium, and his loud voice did not even need a loudspeaker:

"Do you know how sad the social environment of the Drifting World is now! Do you know how much a piece of bread costs in the capital of the Black Forest Kingdom?"

"Five hundred gold coins!"

"Mortals, today I want to tell you that despite the current difficulties, you still have a new path to choose!"

"This country is rotten! Large and small uprisings and weird organizations of different natures are active in this country. Endless assassins urinate and defecate everywhere on the palace walls. The cowardly mortal king lives in a mess of shit and piss every day. In the midst of a terrifying scene!”

"But he relies on the protection of the gods here, so he can hide in that gorgeous palace! Both he and that god sacrificed your interests, causing you to wander in your own land and home!"

"Mortals, offer me your blood and thunder, your blood as a sacrifice to the blood god, and your skull as a skull throne!"

"Make a wish to me as much as you want! The incomplete limbs can be mended, the broken hearts can be filled, and money and bread will fall from the sky! As long as you want to get something, come up with an equivalent sacrifice, I will give you all the treasures that you have been unable to obtain for half your life!"

"Come on, sacrifice, sacrifice! Believe in me and let me see your raised hands!"

"I will drive away poverty, hunger and sorrow for you! Including the mortal king and his eighty-seven lovers, as well as the excrement and urine in the palace city, I will clean it up for you!"

"Don't refuse to sacrifice because you love your loved ones, because the lives of your relatives are more important than love; don't refuse to sacrifice because you are moral, because morality is not as real as the bread; don't refuse to sacrifice because you have property, because There is greater wealth waiting for you!"

"Become my believer and collect my lectures. I can help you light up the front and take back everything you should have! Only the God of Sacrifice can save you! Those who sacrifice others will eventually be sacrificed by others!"

The speech of the God of Sacrifice was very inflammatory, and had a very good response in this troubled country. The people sitting in the audience cheered, with different expressions at the beginning, and gradually became fanatical!

"Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice!" People shouted loudly. People from all walks of life gathered here, but most of them were people at the bottom who didn't have enough to eat. Of course, the Church of Sacrifice here accurately grasped The audience of the God of Sacrifice—low-level mortals.

In such a difficult country or a country where the king is Shabi, the mortals at the bottom have the most unsatisfactory life, so they only need a little guidance to become the best sacrifice believers.

The more backward the world is, the easier it is for various secret sects to be born. But when the Church of Sacrifice comes out and says that we offer sacrifices legally and do things formally here, and even your king dare not interfere, those secret small sects The living space was immediately lost.

Do you have the strength to fight against my Sacrificial Church?

The speech ended with thunderous applause and cheers. A bunch of new believers were added to the Sacrificial Church in the drifting world. These people took out some of their own money and donated it to the donation box of the Sacrificial Church. Church dues”.

The God of Sacrifice was very satisfied when he saw the attitude of those mortals in joining the religion.

"Speeches are immortal. I can get back the face I lost in the Kingdom of Steam in other worlds! Sure enough, most of the world is still normal. Only that shit in the Kingdom of Steam is going crazy!"

"Look at this world, how wonderful it is. The seven kingdoms are each more decadent than the last. This is simply my paradise!"

"When people complain that their king doesn't wash his hands after going to the toilet, which is disgusting, you will find that the king of another country will even squat in the toilet to answer his questions!"

"These nobles are really more perverted than the others. Even I, a god, think they are perverted!"

The God of Sacrifice was still on the podium when he suddenly received a message. He sensed that a bishop was praying to him.

What, are you thinking about me?

"Rewa, what's wrong? Are you asking me for ten months' salary deduction?" The God of Sacrifice discovered that it was Bishop Rewa. The empty lecture incident that happened last time made the God of Sacrifice angry until now. He had just calmed down, so he asked with a very bad attitude:

"I'm telling you, I'm a forgiving god. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't just have your wages docked."

"Huh? What are you talking about? You actually want to participate in the game activities of the fictional god! This is simply unreasonable! Are you going to rebel?"

The God of Sacrifice cursed loudly on the podium, which stunned all the mortals who were collecting donations below.

The God of Sacrifice turned away, a little embarrassed, but still pretended to be calm: "Sorry everyone, I just received news from a devout believer. There are some technical problems in the church, don't worry about it!"

Then he left the podium and went behind the scenes.

And the persuasion from Rewa was also conveyed.

"What are you talking about? Virtual wish card, a prop that can realize all wishes? Has anyone used it before? Oh, this kind of wish prop generally has no credibility. Have you been defrauded by the fictional church? Report it immediately, and then Demand compensation from them!”

"Ah? Really? Is this news true?"

"The news released by the God of Fiction is also false news, right?"

"It's absolutely true? Hmm, you use the tools of the fictional god to lurk in his forum facilities, and you can get a lot of new information every day? Are you kidding me, are you getting more information than me giving church lectures everywhere?"

"Using virtual wish cards to promote our church? Are you thinking about me?"

The God of Sacrifice listened to these suggestions and fell into a brief thought.

"Not bad! Your suggestion makes sense."

"Approved! Remember, we must promote our Sacrificial Church! Don't let me disappoint you again, Reva, you know, I have always been very optimistic about you, but what happened last time"

"What, are you 100% sure this time? Let me wait and see? Humph, let's wait until you participate in the game event and get the prize!"

"By the way, when did you say the release date of the new game is? What? Why do I ask this? Reva, the God of Fiction is a mysterious new god. He messed up my speech last time. Of course I need to know about him. What are you doing!"

"Perhaps you are right. Participating in the other party's church activities is the best way to get first-hand information!"

The God of Sacrifice hung up on Reva's divine revelation.

But he started touching his chin again and muttered:

"A magical prop that can make any wish come true. If this wish prop is really that powerful, then if the Church of Sacrifice sends more people to participate in the event, wouldn't there be a greater chance of getting a virtual wish card?"

"Leiva also had good intentions. Forget it, just forgive him for what happened last time. After all, it was all the God of Fiction's fault, and we can't blame him. I just don't know how he wants to promote our church."

"Well, I have to go to the Land of Steam, play those games, and see if I can help him."