I Possessed the Sun God

The sacred and energetic green light was released from Antonio's hand and fell on the acre of farmland in front of him.

The tiny yellow shoots broke through the soil and grew out, and in front of these farmers, they grew into golden, heavy wheat.

In this season when everyone is still working hard to sow, one mu of farmland has been harvested.

This kind of shocking picture makes them seem to have returned to the miracle that was shown when the temple of the **** of cool officials was established in Burgundy several decades ago.

In their minds, Antonio and the priest who was said to have been descended by God overlapped.

"As long as we believe in the **** of agriculture you said, can our farmland be the same as it?" A farmer named Gopher pointed at the harvested farmland and asked excitedly, his eyes brightened.

"No."

Antonio gave a negative answer.

Of course not. In order to make what he did seem to be extremely impactful, he spent one-fifth of his divine power so that all the wheat seeds in this acre of farmland skip the long growth stage and mature directly.

To some extent, this is a miracle.

The reason why miracles are miracles is because they don't happen often. If miracles are performed every day, they are not called miracles, but landscapes.

Hearing this answer, Gopher's eyes dimmed for a moment, and the hope hidden behind the blue eyeballs disappeared without a trace.

"But after believing in the **** of agriculture, the maturity time of wheat will be reduced by one-third, and wheat that was originally double-cropped a year will become triple-cropped a year.

"You said three crops a year means that we can grow wheat three times a year, and then harvest three times?" Gofel asked subconsciously.

"Yes." Antonio gave a positive answer.

"As long as you believe in the **** of agriculture, you will have it?" Gopher asked, "Each acre of farmland can be harvested three times a year?"

"Yes it is."

Antonio, standing in front of the golden wheat field, outlined something called a bright future for them, "After you believe in the **** of agriculture, the agricultural druids, the priests of our agricultural temple, will come here every year during the sowing season. Bless your farmland, the blessed farmland will be ripened three times a year."

"And if you are pious enough, you may still attract the blessing of our lord agriculture god. The farmland blessed by our lord can even be grown four times a year and five times a year."

The harvested farmland during the sowing season attracted the attention of the residents of this village, and they gradually gathered towards this farmland.

After hearing those very tempting words of Antonio, someone immediately couldn't help but ask them.

"How can I get the blessing of the **** of agriculture?"

Antonio said like a stick:

"Piously believe in our lord, and sooner or later you will be blessed by our lord."

Pious? The farmers who came together were a bit at a loss. The city of Burgundy had a rule that if they didn’t believe in the **** of cruel officials, they had to pay more taxes. In order not to pay more taxes, they all believed in the **** of cruel officials. Their faith had never been. I have been piety, and I don’t know how to show my piety so that I can get God’s blessing.

At this moment, Antonio and Viminaga were keenly aware that the elements around them had begun to be suppressed by a stronger force.

They raised their heads and looked at the sky, only to see the golden divine power descending from the distant void. On the acre of farmland outside the village, thin and yellow shoots sprout sprouts by coincidence.

In the bright sun, rows of golden and heavy wheat quickly formed.

A gust of wind blew, and the golden wheat rolled up.

Our farmland is mature? Seeing this miraculous scene, the residents of the village opened their mouths unanimously, and their eyes filled with shocking gazes.

This is... the divine power of my lord! Praise the great agricultural **** Shandru! Feeling the familiar breath contained in the divine power, Antonio shouted in excitement,

"This is a miracle of my lord!"

...

In the Shrine of Cool Officials in Burgundy, a few dressed in pure black priests’ clothes, the two sleeves of the priest’s clothes are embroidered with a darker tone on the two sleeves of a naked *naked*, withered, man with long horns on the head. After the last believer who prayed left, he closed the door of the temple and began to talk.

"Another church of the gods has focused its attention on Burgundy, and this church has placed the temple next to our temple..."

The temples of gods are not next to each other, which is the default rule between church and church.

Of course, except for the gods under the same **** system.

The temples of the elven gods are not only close together, but some of their gods and gods are also in a temple for believers of different gods to pray.

"But we can't accuse them." Steckenbon put his hands in his sleeves and said quietly.

After he finished speaking, the temple fell silent.

Others don't know their details, are they still not clear about it themselves? The blessings given to believers depend on the blood of celestial creatures transplanted into their bodies.

This kind of bloodline releases some spells without mobilizing the magic net, and the effect of this spell is the same as that of magic, but it is called a spell-like spell, not a magical spell.

The blood warlock pretending to be a priest ran to ask the orthodox priest why he didn't talk about the unspoken rules. It was an act of sending sheep into the mouth of a tiger.

"But our God and the gods behind those churches have an agreement to treat us as the pastors of the true God..." a pastor said.

"Agreement? Our **** said that if you have it, you believe it is true, and don't forget what its true identity is." Stekenberg sneered.

The **** of cool officials is the devil monarch in the nine hells, and these priests know this best. After all, the blood of the heavenly creatures in their bodies was transplanted by the devil monarch himself.

The devil is best at lying. If he can believe what he says, the cow can climb the tree~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The pastor looked at Stokembang and asked, "Then we let it go? "

"If we leave it alone, we will be robbed of the believers." Stokembang shook his head and said.

Many believers have been snatched away by the **** of vengeance, and the **** of cool officials is already very upset. Then the **** of agriculture robs believers from them. When the **** of cool officials comes to inspect, their souls can basically go to **** and talk to the cool officials. The God of God is in company.

"What should I do then?" The pastor was a little annoyed. This is not okay, that is not okay, what should I do?

Stokembang thought for a while and said: "You can first let the city officials adjust the tax rate, so that the followers of the **** of agriculture pay more taxes, and curb the speed of their development of believers, and then report the matter here to the **** of cool officials, and wait. Its decision, no matter what decision it makes, or knowing the final result, has nothing to do with us."

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