Professionals of the Starry Skies - Chapter 632

Chapter 632 Avengers

According to Fang Xing, faith is a contract between man and God, a kind of transaction!
Believers pay for their faith and daily offerings in exchange for their souls ascending to the kingdom of God after death and living forever.

But how could a church of the true God treat a devout believer like this?
And it has not even been punished by God?

“As for Wu Yong, we can say that his subordinates did not do a good job…but if we find other examples…”

Fang Xing looked around.

Attracted by the food, more and more ghosts are gathering.

For ordinary practitioners, this might be a fatal thing, but for him, it was no big deal.

“Go ahead!”

He grabbed a handful of spiritual bamboo seeds and scattered them on the ground around him.

The fire jade bamboos grew instantly and the bamboo leaves gave off a fresh fragrance.

The ghosts surrounding him turned around instantly, hugged the bamboo and started to eat it…

Fang Xing let go of his perception, looked around, and found a few more unlucky guys.

They were all considered believers of gods, but after death, their souls were not led to the kingdom of gods…

“Combining this with the layout of the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld… Could it be that Asta was the only one who had such an honest idea before, and all the gods of the Great Zhou pantheon had the intention to abandon the souls of some shallow believers, or even true believers, in the underworld… and then torture them through the eighteen levels of hell, squeeze them dry, and then let them die?”

Fang Xing shook his head: “As expected of a Western god, his methods are crude…”

The Kingdom of God accommodates the souls of believers, so naturally there will be consumption.

If the believer is of high quality, there will be a surplus, which will be beneficial to the divine power.

But if it is an inferior soul, there will be a feeling of not making enough money to cover the expenses. For the gods, even if the income is equal, it is a loss.

Fang Xing felt that this was probably the disadvantage of those gods migrating here.

If the ruling group is of Western ethnicity, this would not be a big problem.

But it is very problematic for Western gods to rule Eastern countries and still play like this!
Eastern ancestors emphasized “Are kings, princes, generals and ministers of different species?” There is also a kind of practicality.

No matter what god it is, if it is useful you can worship it, but if it does nothing, then you will have to cut down the mountains and destroy the temples.

Western ancestors believed that gods were in charge of everything. When they encountered a disaster, they only knew to pray for the gods’ protection and blessings. When there was a flood, they didn’t know how to escape or build a boat. They just waited for the ark. When they died, they only blamed themselves because they were born with original sin…

The Eastern ancestors believed that man can conquer nature. If the sky is broken, it must be repaired. If there are too many suns, they must be shot down. If the gods do evil, they must be killed!
‘This group of gods of the Great Zhou Dynasty use Western thinking to rule the Great Zhou Dynasty. It seems that there is no problem, but in fact there is a big problem…’

Fang Xing shook his head; “For example, these ghosts…if they have the ability, they will probably fight to the death to bite off a piece of flesh from those true gods.”

‘Resentment has been accumulating in secret.’

Fang Xing looked at the memories of soul after soul and said to himself.

Then he looked at Lu Zhong.

The temple warrior was in a very strange state at this moment, with many faces appearing on his body.

These faces include men and women, old and young… The only thing they have in common is that their expressions are all wailing and crying…

As a messenger of justice, he must have mercy on the weak. At this moment, feeling the emotions of these weak people, Lu Zhong’s faith was crumbling: “No… My Lord…”

Lu Zhong’s eyes were still bleeding. He saw an old beggar who had been lonely all his life. Before he died, he donated his last copper coin to the church.

But after his death, his soul still fell into hell!
He saw a believer who had persisted in his faith all his life, but because his soul was too weak, the messenger of God disdained him.

Finally, he saw the souls abandoned by his own Redemption Church…

“Ahhhh!”

Lu Zhong’s expression was distorted and he screamed.

His faith was shaken, and the power he had easily obtained from the church and the gods before was now biting back at him.

Generally speaking, people in this elite profession, especially those who are half a step away from becoming legendary, are definitely being watched by gods.

Once it is discovered that he has fallen, God will definitely punish him and he will die without a chance of survival!

But at this time, under the influence of Fang Xing’s “divine eyes are difficult to reach”, the gods worshipped by Lu Zhong did not find that any of his subordinates had rebelled.

Lu Zhong thus got a glimmer of hope.

“Ahhhh!”

As Lu Zhong screamed and the holy fire burned on his body, the strange and illusory face on his body rushed into the holy fire.

whee……

Ha ha……

When Lu Zhong stopped wailing, he had turned into a patient with severe burns all over his body.

Only a pair of eyes are still bright!

Even the aura has been further improved, truly reaching the threshold of legend!

“Congratulations on recovering from the lies of the gods.”

“How would you name yourself now? Evil Warrior? Or… Avenger?”

A smile appeared at the corner of Fang Xing’s mouth.

Faced with this guy who had wanted to kill him before, slapping him to death would only send him to the kingdom of God to enjoy happiness.

This is the best revenge now.

“Evil demon…”

He spoke with a hoarse voice: “If you want to seduce me to fall, congratulations, you succeeded…”

“Hehe, what can I do for you?”

Fang Xing laughed: “I just want to come to the underworld to take a look, and I want to borrow your hand to clear the way…”

He stepped out, ready to head to the next icy hell.

Lu Zhong followed Fang Xing for some reason.

Now he has completely abandoned his faith and become a true “non-believer”, with anger burning in his heart. His original faith in the gods was strong, but now he is full of resentment. He will use his life to seek revenge on the gods, even if it means death!
Fang Xing ignored this idiot who couldn’t stand the first level of hell.

His character and will are extremely strong, and even after witnessing so many tragedies in the world, he remains unmoved.

Soon, they arrived at the Ice Prison.

Compared to the scorching heat of the previous level of hell, the void here is always filled with a chill that is enough to freeze the soul.

The souls wandering here are all those whose resentment is difficult to be resolved by the first level of hell!
Next up are the tongue-pulling hell, the skin-flaying hell, the pestle-pounding hell, the cart-collapsing hell…

Fang Xing visited them one by one, occasionally casting spells to bless ghosts.

At the end, it is the eighteenth level of the Avici Hell.

It is called “Wu Jian” because there is no concept of time. The souls that enter this place will be tortured forever until they die, and there will be no salvation.

Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
Lu Zhong saw a ghost, which was so weak that it looked like a firefly, but it still did not dissipate.

He couldn’t help shedding tears: “What kind of obsession does it take to fall into hell and still not transform?”

“Hehe… Only by existing can you be alive. If you give up, your soul will be scattered.”

Fang Xing sneered: “Surviving is the greatest obsession!”

He felt that with his obsession, he would probably be the most stubborn one even in the hell.

The Avici Hell is not big, and it is surrounded by a gray haze.

The two walked for a long time before they saw a few firefly-like ghosts.

“Evil demon… Your Excellency… What exactly are you looking for?”

Finally, Lu Zhong couldn’t bear it anymore and asked.

He had this doubt in his mind before.

“I’m not looking for something, I’m looking for what’s missing here…”

Fang Xing shook his head and suddenly stopped.

In front of him was a broken bowl.

Lu Zhong knew that this was also the obsession of a soul.

Trapped in hell and suffering eternal torture, some souls choose to transform into eternal objects such as stone to resist.

Fang Xing slightly released his perception, and it seemed as if he saw an old monk who had his ears pierced, his eyes blinded, his throat made mute, his limbs broken, and looked like a human pig. He was biting his tongue and writing scriptures with blood: “I curse… those high and mighty gods… one day, they will fall into the endless fire of karma!”

“Nice wish.”

Fang Xing commented and threw the bowl to Lu Zhong.

Lu Zhong took it and first felt a strong resentment, then he was shocked: “This bowl… actually gives me the feeling of a holy object in the church, although it is very weak…”

“It’s Fusangshen!”

Fang Xing explained: “It has been here for a hundred years without falling, and it has automatically condensed a very weak divinity and cultivated into a Fusangshen God… For us Orientals, everything can become a god!”

Lu Zhong’s habits made him think that this was disrespectful and blasphemous… After all, in the Western concept of gods, gods are born gods.

But thinking that he had become an avenger, he looked at the bowl very seriously.

This bowl is not a divine weapon and its power seems to be very weak.

But that hint of essence inexplicably gave him a familiar feeling.

Just like a young tiger can be killed by a hyena, but it is still a tiger and has the power of a tiger!
Fang Xing smiled and communicated with the water element.

Splash!
In this quiet hell where time seemed to have stopped, the sound of splashing water suddenly came.

A quiet river suddenly flows along the endless hell.

Fang Xing scattered them randomly, and on the other side of the river, a bunch of enchanting flowers appeared.

“This is……”

Lu Zhong couldn’t understand Fang Xing any more.

“This is the red spider lily…”

Fang Xing said: “It’s just boring to look at this place, just add a little scenery…”

‘Do you think I believe it?’

Lu Zhong had a speechless expression on his face.

He didn’t need to guess what kind of destructive power a soul would have once it got the chance, as it could sink to the bottom of the eighteen levels of hell and remain there for hundreds of years.

“Okay, we should leave now. If we don’t leave now, they will find us.”

Fang Xing glanced at Lu Zhong, and a emerald green light suddenly enveloped the two of them.

…

The Great Zhou Divine Dynasty.

In the wilderness, in a dense forest.

Nature suddenly opened the door and let the two people walk out.

“I actually… left the underworld so easily? No… this is a power that only gods have!”

Lu Zhong’s dark eyes looked directly at Fang Xing: “Who are you?”

Rescuing people from the underworld is the privilege of the gods, and the gods delegate this power to their messengers.

Apart from them, it is impossible for anyone else to do this, and this is the basis on which the belief system operates.

“I am not a god, but I am indeed a great demon.”

Fang Xing laughed loudly, and his figure disappeared in an instant, leaving only his voice: “Ancestor Wukong, the hometown of the real demon…”

“It’s you? The Real Demon Lord?”

Lu Zhong’s pupils dilated: “The real Demon Lord is not a false god, but a true god!?”

(End of this chapter)