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Chapter two hundred and forty first fetish

The transportation work was carried out in an orderly manner, but Luo Heng himself followed the breath he sensed and came to the corner of the castle. This corner was independent of the entire castle, with independent walls and entrances and exits, and independent side doors leading out of the castle.

When entering this corner, Luo Heng finally encountered resistance. More than a dozen priests wearing gray robes waved their staff and tried to smash Luo Heng out.

Seeing these priests, Luo Ying was not even interested in counterattacking. He just raised his hands to hold the other party's staff. However, the recoil of the staff shocked the priests to tilt back, and finally lost their balance and fell to the ground.

Under the robe, every priest had a white beard, probably not ninety or eighty. In this world where health care is underdeveloped, it is already very long for ordinary people to live to this age.

These elderly priests, who were eighty or ninety years old and in a weak manner, were sitting on the ground, still bravely waving their staff, looking at death as if they were ready to swear to death and not allow Luo Chu to enter this area.

Luo Xu summoned a group of skeletons and rushed up to hold the old men aside. These guys were too old to be too lazy to cut them to death. Just put them aside.

Walking into this corner, Luo Heng found that this place should be a place for prayers and sacrifices, which can be regarded as a temple, but the scale is relatively small.

When he walked to the area where the statues were placed, Luo Heng saw a statue that was exactly the same as the one outside the castle. An eye was placed on the long stone pillar. This eye was carved and looked forward majestic. Ordinary people stood in front of it, and under the eyes, they were easily psychologically stressed.

Luo Chu was very curious, so he quickly closed his eyes, entered the space of consciousness, and summoned Longsad in to restore the statue to him.

"This is a totem, a kind of primitive worship. The old men you see should be wizards." Longsard glanced and said.

"It's true that this thing is the original god-making activity, so the guy I sensed is a new god?" Luo Qing said.

"Hmm? Do you feel something?" Ronsard's interest immediately rose.

Totem worship is not uncommon. When Longsard was still alive, the Church of Light had not entered this plane. There were primitive totem worship everywhere. In the end, the Church of Light disappeared because they regarded the worship of totem as a heresy.

Totem is not unusual. What is strange is that this totem actually produces gods? This is very strange.

"Are there many people worshiping this totem?" asked Ronsard.

Luo Heng shook his head: "It shouldn't be many. The temple is very small and is built in the corner of a castle. Even if it is full, there are not many people."

As he said that, Luo Heng was crazily complaining in his heart. According to the normal plot, this wild god is not the protagonist's big tonic. Whether it is to kill and absorb divine power or to take it as a younger brother, it can make the protagonist gain a wave of experience. As soon as it sees it, it will run away?

Longsard said with great interest: "This is interesting. Generally speaking, it is impossible to give birth to gods without a large number of believers, unless there is a divine object that can carry a large number of beliefs."

The divine object? Luo Heng's heart moved and quickly withdrew from the space of consciousness, pounced on the statue and knocked it. He soon found a space for storing items in the statue, but the things that were supposed to be stored here are now gone.

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