Chapter 395: Trial cleared, but the story is far from over

Trial cleared, but the story is far from over

Life Era, Continent of Hope.

In the southwest of the central part of the Continent of Hope, there is an uninhabited desert. Here once stood the most glorious God-Worshiping Altar, which was the pilgrimage site for all the people of the Sanwu Tribe. But in the historical changes of the vicissitudes of life, the traces of faith were slowly weathered into handfuls of yellow soil, mixed into this endless yellow sand, and could no longer be found.

Only huge broken walls and ruins stood high in the rolling yellow sand, providing a trace of dispensable protection for the poor people who mistakenly entered it, reminding the world that the previous civilization had ended, and also interpreting for all living beings what is the loneliness of history.

A wandering tribe struggled to get here, and because of the sandstorms on the periphery, they lingered here for a few days.

They thought this was just a small episode on the road to survival, but no one expected that the fate of the tribe would start to turn from here.

One day while staying here, a child in the tribe was digging sand and playing under a huge stone pillar, but he accidentally dug a hole in the ground and fell into the sand cave with a scream.

Other tribesmen heard the sound and rushed to dig sand to rescue, but when they dug open the stone slab under their feet and found a hidden secret room, everyone was stunned.

The leader of this tribe also rushed to this place. No one knew his name, but everyone called him Goerba, which was the name inherited from the previous leader.

He was a wise old man, his face full of the frost and snow experienced in this era. He recognized at a glance that this was the place where those Uma sinners had stayed, because there were clearly strings of dead babies hanging in this secret room, which were now swinging left and right because of the wind and sand outside.

Goerba knew very well that in this era, one could not survive without the protection of faith. But this tribe was not a branch exiled by a large tribe, but a tribe formed by countless beggars spontaneously gathering.

They also wanted to get the protection of faith, but they were troubled by the fact that they had no way to attract His attention.

But now, this opportunity seems to have come.

He incited the tribesmen to pick up weapons, kill these dead babies, punish the sinners for 【Birth】, and use this offering to attract His attention.

But some tribesmen had heard of the Uma sinners. They were afraid, fearful, and resisted the leader's order. They felt that even if they couldn't beg for His attention, they shouldn't attract His anger. These Uma sinners were obviously atoning for their sins. Killing them at this time, God knows whether He is happy to see it or angry.

But they all misunderstood Goerba's intention. Punishing sinners for 【Birth】 was just an excuse. What he really wanted to do was to kill these Uma people, then steal their umbilical cord shackles, disguise the entire tribe as new Uma tribesmen, and then go to the northern grasslands to beg for the protection of the Wulun herdsmen.

Only in this way could they stably continue in this era where they couldn't survive without faith.

"But this is also an act of blasphemy, leader!" The tribesmen retorted like this.

Goerba laughed out loud:

"If blasphemy can be like worshiping God, allowing my tribesmen to survive, then what about blasphemy?

Besides, when we 'inherit' these shackles, aren't we already atoning for our sins?"

This sentence moved these poor people who had no faith and only wanted to survive. So in this pilgrimage site of the former Sanwu Tribe, in the secret room of the last Uma people, Goerba led his tribesmen to slaughter the last Uma bloodline.

Everyone picked up the umbilical cord shackles on the ground, and the hope of life sprouted in their eyes.

And just at this time, just as the blood of the Uma sinners flowed over the feet of Goerba's tribesmen, and the broken limbs of the Uma sinners rubbed against the lips and teeth of Goerba's tribesmen, Goerba suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a scorched baby fell out of thin air in mid-air!

This baby, who didn't cry, splashed blood as soon as it landed, drenching Goerba's head and face. He was stunned by this incredible scene, but it didn't take long for him to wake up suddenly, instantly kneeling on the ground to worship the baby, and mustered his strength to scream:

"He bestowed a Holy Infant, He watched us!

My tribesmen, He bestowed a Holy Infant, He watched us!"

The horror of the tribesmen instantly froze on their faces. They looked at each other, and soon burst into sky-shaking cheers!

Everyone hugged each other, knelt down to worship, and were moved to tears. They only felt that under Goerba's leadership, they finally begged for the mercy of 【Birth】 and became a tribe watched by Him in this era.

After the fanatical joy, several devout tribesmen crawled forward, knelt beside Goerba, boldly looked at this heaven-sent Holy Infant, but asked tentatively and inexplicably:

"He is a baby boy...

Leader, how should we call him?

How should we raise him?"

Goerba crawled forward tremblingly, washed the scorch on the baby with the blood of the Uma sinners, and then stared at those weird and charming eyes, mustered his courage, and gave this heaven-sent Holy Infant a name.

"Goerba, from today on, he is the new Goerba of my tribe!"

So on this day, this tribe that was begging for life everywhere welcomed their new leader again, an accidentally appearing, heaven-sent Holy Infant.

The Holy Infant of 【Birth】.

Little Goerba was easy to raise. He never cried or made trouble. Every day, besides laughing, he would stare blankly in a certain direction.

Over time, the previous Goerba, who was acting as the leader, felt that the direction the Holy Infant was looking at might have the guidance of the True God, so he resolutely decided to change the route, no longer going north to seek the protection of the Wulun people, but heading in the direction the Holy Infant was looking at, to find His guidance.

Just like that, they dragged various secret treasures and relics looted from the Uma secret room and turned around.

A long time later, this tribe stepped into the territory of the Dol Federation, and under the guidance of the Holy Infant, knocked on the city gate of Dolgode.

At that time, the God-Nurturing Church was ruled by a Church Head of the Wuda bloodline. When he saw the umbilical cord shackles in the hands of this tribe, out of the closeness of ancient blood relatives and kindness that outsiders could not fathom, he let these people into the city and settled them down.

It was also in Dolgode that this little Goerba gradually grew up.

His childhood fun was not much, and he was taciturn on the road of growth, but his tribesmen were very tolerant. After all, he was a heaven-sent Holy Infant and guided them to live a stable life, so everyone in the tribe respected him, loved him, and obeyed him.

Until one day, the Church Head of the Wuda bloodline questioned them about why they didn't continue to atone for their sins and proposed the plan to establish a Blasphemy Repentance Institute, this tribe realized that stealing the identity of Uma sinners was not without a price, and the price was that in order for the tribe to live stably in the city, they had to continue to atone for their sins to Him like Uma sinners. ===== CHAPTER 396 =====