Colzaro's words were like a thunder, exploding in the ears of the trolls, making all the trolls dizzy and their minds blank.

The square was quiet for a second, then it was boiling wildly.

The trolls' reactions were different, including excitement, shock, excitement, ecstasy, but there were also doubts, incredible and unbelievable. The one who reacted the most was stunned and didn't know how to deal with this important news.

Crazy...

After the initial reaction, tens of thousands of trolls rushed to the platform in the middle of the square, feeling excited and shouting, but because there were too many people, they couldn't hear clearly what they were saying.

The crowd was surging, and one hand reached towards Corsaro.

The human wall composed of temple guards was hit hard and was about to stop the crowd.

Boom!

There was a loud bang in the sky, and the void shook.

A ball of light that was more dazzling than the sun suddenly appeared in the sky, emitting a sacred and vast aura. A terrifying pressure enveloped it, including the Temple of the Scalloping Sun and even the entire Salta, feeling unprecedented divine power.

The trolls were both familiar and unfamiliar with this aura, and then they all fell down on their knees.

"Praise the scorching sun!"

"Praise the scorching sun!"

"Great Anther, you have finally woken up..." The fanatical believer prayed loudly, with tears flowing on his face, howling: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The trolls in the square fell to their knees and offered their faith to the blazing light in the sky. Some trolls even fell into a coma because they were too excited.

The prayer was mixed with crying, and they were tears of joy.

The high priest Tusur and the chief Zulazabu were also very excited, especially Tusur. As the most devout believer of the God of the Scarlet Sun, he prayed for the God of the Life, and finally came before him, making him feel that even if he died now, it was worth it.

Tusuer fell to the ground, trembling all over his body, breathing rapidly, and two lines of tears flowed out from the eyes of the people.

After being shocked, Zulazabu also had an ecstasy face.

"Praise the scorching sun!"

"Praise the scorching sun..."

Prayers gathered into sound waves and rushed straight into the sky. Some hunting teams who rushed back from the forest saw the huge light above the city from afar. They immediately turned over and jumped off their mounts, knelt down in the direction of the temple, and prayed loudly.

"My people..."

A distant and ethereal voice sounded in the minds of all the trolls, as if from a distant past, full of ancient and vicissitudes, but also contained fire and vitality, making the trolls sway.

Hearing the voice of God, another group of trolls became excited and unconscious.

He sighed softly and said slowly: "You have done a good job in my sleep for more than 12,000 years. It is your persistent prayer that has awakened me from my sleep. I already know all the hardships and difficulties of the Scarlet Tribe over the years."

Tens of thousands of trolls had sore noses, and many trolls cried out directly, and suddenly there was a burst of crying in the square.

Tusuer whispered: "As long as you can wake up, it's all worth it."

"well……"

The trolls heard a sigh, "Thank you for your hard work."

After a pause, he said, "Since I have woken up, I will protect the Scarlet Sun Tribe. My divine power is not stable now and I cannot bless too much. I can only give priority to the divine arts that contribute the most to believers. Your first priority in the future is to conquer other tribes, let more tribes convert to my doctrine, help me speed up recovery, recreate the glory of that year, and also allow the Scarlet Sun Tribe to reach the peak of the ancient Laman Empire."

As the words fell, the ball of light in the sky burst out with thousands of sacred light.

In each ray of light, there is a magic rune, like raindrops falling, falling on the trolls, immediately blending into their souls.

All trolls blessed by divine art are at least loyal believers. Regardless of their strength, they only look at their piety towards God.

The more devout believers receive, the more blessings they receive from divine arts.

Most of the paladins who obtained divine art gathered in the middle of the square and nearby areas, and were relatively strong, but a few believers were outside the square and did not even attend. The divine art light flew directly outside the city, accurately integrating into the soul of the target believers.

The trolls who were given divine art were ecstatic, and their faith and prayers over the years were rewarded, and the fire of faith became even more intense immediately.

Tusuer got the most magical skills, more than thirty.

The chief Zulazabu also has more than 20 magical techniques, second only to the high priest.

He felt the power of the divine art and heard the will of God. He suddenly felt excited, as if he saw the scene of conquering countless troll tribes, defeating Kazratakin, and ascending the throne of the Golden City to become the "king of the trolls".

"Affect your order, my lord!"

Zulazabu responded loudly, suddenly feeling a strong aura. When he turned around, he found that Korsaro was floating on the platform, with a pair of huge "serratic wings" spreading behind him, holding a great sword filled with holy light, like a god's incarnation.

He immediately had a premonition of something wrong, and combined with Colzaro's previous performance, his heart sank.

Sure enough, God's voice rang in his mind.

"Korzaro contributed the most important prayer before I woke up. Without his sacrifice, I will wait until a hundred years before I can respond to you."

"For this, I have appointed Corsaro as my voter!"

"You must not disobey."

Speaking of the latter, God's voice became stern and filled with unquestionable majesty. The trolls accepted the oracle in shock, and no one objected at all. They only had envy and awe of Corsaro.

Zulazabu looked shocked, but was shocked and angry when he was lost.

Until the breath of God disappeared and the light in the sky disappeared, he could not say a word, and watched Corsaro land in front of him and said seriously to himself:
Chapter completed!