Rebuild your home

The morning light shone in the village, bringing some warmth and vitality. However, the village was very quiet, as if no one lived in it, no chicken crowing, no dogs playing, and no smoke rising from the cooking stove. It seemed that people suddenly left and abandoned the land.

But if you look carefully, you will find that this village that seems to be dead clearly has an extremely rich breath of divine light. It is not the quiet breath of death, but the feeling of calm and peaceful rest.

The sun rose higher, the power of the sun gradually strengthened, and the darkness of the earth could no longer hide, so it went away. Someone from the village walked out, and then gradually came out, spontaneously walked to the stone platform in the middle of the village, waiting for the big and terrifying god to see if he had anything but nothing.

No one was making noise. The divine light of last night purified their hearts and gave them great comfort, so that they all saw their families in their dreams again at night. Although it was a farewell, one night was enough for these people to digest most of the sadness.

Suffering will not last forever, and life may become difficult, but all living people must be strong, because their deceased people are watching them in the underworld, hoping that they will live a good life.

When Mora appeared, everyone, men, women, young and old, had already waited at the stone platform. Mora gave them a comfort and encouragement smile, facing the sun, as if the blessing of the gods was with these people.

After the baptism of the soul at night, these people who had cleansed their sins in their hearts and looked at Mora again, no longer had the feeling of fear and silence. The young man's messenger walked up to the stone platform in the morning light, as if he was wearing a layer of clouds and asked them for their safety:

"May God bless you and bless you who have suffered great trouble and have a miserable heart. The night has passed and the light has come among you."

When these people heard this, they saluted to Mora together. It was a great ceremony, not a ceremony that people could accept. However, these happy people had already regarded Mora as the incarnation of the gods on the earth, so they used this extremely respectful gift to Mora.

Morala had to stop it, but the excited and happy people had already bowed, and it was too late for Morala to stop it. But is such a courtesy acceptable? If it is just an ordinary person or a person who completely believes in human courage and has nothing to do with the gods, then there is nothing.

But if a person who comes from a god or who has a very close relationship with a god accepts such a courtesy, it means that he regards himself as a god, and such an act is an act of overridingness that will definitely be killed by the god.

Only these people gave their salutes, and the gathered power of faith to praise the gods and the sentient beings in heaven suddenly spread from all directions to Morala. This power is not acceptable to mortals. Because the numerous thoughts and powers in it far exceed the limits that powerful warriors can bear - it is a collection of some of the same thoughts in the hearts of sentient beings in the world.

Mora was almost burst out by these suddenly gathered forces at this time, and he emitted great light. From a distance, it seemed as if the sun in the sky had fallen to the earth. No one could look directly at it. However, the more this happened, the more pious the people were when they saluted, and even attracted some of the same residual thoughts and forces from the world, and blessed them to Mora.

Just as Moral was at a loss, a voice suddenly sounded in Moral's heart:

"Mora! Mora! Why don't you lift up the rod I gave you?"

Mora suddenly remembered the staff in his hand. This was a magical artifact given to him by God the Father, and immediately lifted the staff with all its strength. Suddenly, the flood that had been concentrated on him seemed to have found an outlet suddenly surged over.

This staff was not damaged by these unbearable forces, but seemed to have great changes brewing. Finally, when the thoughts and powers of blessings, blessings and praises from the world reached a certain peak, this staff, which originally seemed to be no different from the ordinary wooden staff held by the shepherds of the Canaan tribes, suddenly emitted great light and gave back all the concentrated forces.

There is light in the world, and the human heart has no evil thoughts at this moment, and there seems to be only truth, goodness and beauty in the world. In addition, except for Mora, no one noticed that the earth is shaking, the hills are falling, like waves; the sky is also changing, clouds are flying around, and the heavens are full of sacred light, but Mora easily sees groups of angels coming and going from behind the clouds.

Just when Mora saw the angels in surprise, he clearly saw that several angels who were obviously instructing the workmanship among the angels actually smiled at him. Mora must not have been dazzled by himself, but indeed those angels smiled at him, and the smile seemed to be the smile of a friend.

When I looked closer, the angels were gone and the great light between heaven and earth disappeared. Mora retracted her gaze and suddenly found that everything around the village had been changed. This village was originally on the edge of the plain, but now, the plain has moved a lot, causing the village to reach the middle of the plain.

However, what is even more surprising and unbelievable is that the area centered on this plain and village seems to have been raised by life for a certain level. From a distance, it has become a city on the ground. In the distance, the grassland is surrounded by an extremely wide river that comes from there. Only a short and not wide place has a bridge that seems to be formed naturally and communicates with the outside world.

Moral's clear eyes saw that there were many extremely ferocious fish and terrible water plants in the river. From this perspective, this village that had suffered great disasters has become such a great and safe place in the world.

The remaining people stood at the stone platform and couldn't speak. Everyone doubted their eyes, and many even bit their fingers because they suspected that they were still in their dreams.

I don't know how long it has been, and these people finally confirmed that what happened around them was true, and they were all speechless. The staff in Mora's hand had returned to its original pastoral staff. Looking at the people who were squirming with their lips, Mora took a deep breath and shouted to them, "The time for rebuilding the homeland has come! Don't delay, today you must forget your sorrow, because the Almighty Father has done great things for you, don't hesitate, go quickly, build your homeland, and then offer your thanks to the Father. Go, go immediately, don't be lazy, today is a great and terrifying day. All those with strong hands and feet must work, because the eternal God is with you."

The people shouted loudly, then dispersed, and went to build their new home with surprise and fear.

Morala stayed on this stone platform and did not act with the people. He prayed silently in his heart, communicated with the Kingdom of God, and wanted to know what he had just seen. However, no matter what he did, no one responded to him. In the end, Morala had to keep this doubt in her heart and no longer think about him. Then she watched the busy people running around to build his own house.

People who are blessed, both men, women, and young, feel strong in their hands and feet, and seem to be like warriors. No one has a different idea in his heart, and they all want to build their own new home.

Morra did not go with them because he also had his own things to do. Although God did not ask, since now there are conditions, Morra would rather do it more formally.

He did not hold any tools in his hand, and the magical scepter was placed by him on the ground beside him, and then Mora used his hand to rest and carve on the stone platform.

This stone platform was originally a stone that existed at some time. The warriors in the village could not leave any traces with their sharp swords. But at this time, under Mora's hands, the stone seemed not a stone, but a pile of items made of surfaces.

Mora patted and beat the stone, and the irregular parts on the stone became extremely flat, as smooth as a mirror polished by a craftsman, and even people could be seen. Mora walked around the stone, and it took a lot of effort. Finally, he turned the irregular stone into an altar with a complete circle on the ground.

After looking carefully, Mora still felt a little unsatisfied. Compared to his second brother Hanifei, his craftsmanship can only be considered a barely entry-level. However, in the eyes of the villagers, this scene was a different scene.

A piece of stone that cannot be changed by the warrior, which is a little bit like dough, can easily change its shape and appearance under the command of this envoy. Although these people have never seen powerful warriors and mages, they all know that this young man who seems to be underage is definitely the so-called powerful beings. Such people are said to be able to kill some small gods born in the world who already have strong power.

The thought of such a person being able to rebuild his home with them was extremely panicked and happy in his heart. The panic was because they had seen the terrible and holiness of the god believed in by such a person who could slaughter the low-level little gods in the world. (Until this time they did not believe that the god of Mora was the Father)

It is delighted that once you can be killed because of your own problems, then after being blessed by such a prophet God envoy, you will not worry about all kinds of misfortunes in your life. Even if your descendants do well, they may also receive blessings.
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