Rebirth of the Viking King

At the same time, Storm's End.

Nefertiti, who was residing in Sophie's sea of ​​consciousness, looked at the girl in front of her speechlessly. As a pharaoh for two generations, she couldn't understand why this 5-year-old girl had such a deep-seated fear of the "teacher" in front of her.

Today was the most nervous she had ever seen Sophie.

Because today, she will face the final exam in the church school.

“The first of the Ten Commandments of Moses, You shall have no other gods before me.”

"Article 2: You shall not carve a statue for yourself, or kneel down to worship any other god."

While eating breakfast, Sophie gnawed on the bread and flipped through the small notebook in front of her with her little hands, remembering the test content one after another. Sophie has read it countless times since last night.

Her fear doesn't even need to be felt, it can be seen simply from the girl's eyes.

Nefertiti resides in the body of a girl. Along the way, the two defeated the Storm God and the Golden Core Sword Cultivator. They dissected the sword cultivator's body after death, took out the internal organs, and then used secret techniques to transform them into Anubis warriors.

While carrying out all these bloody tasks, there was never a trace of fear in Sophie's eyes.

However, at this time, she felt like she was facing a formidable enemy.

"Little sister, you know what this kid says is a bunch of nonsense, right?" Nefertiti whispered in her ear.

“Let’s not talk about my era. As far as this era is concerned, there are at least seventy or eighty kinds of gods in the Western Continent, such as the outer gods, the ancient gods, and the rulers of the old days.

Among these gods, some are dead and some are alive.

This Mr. Moses said, ‘There shall be no other gods before me.’ Isn’t this a lie with his eyes wide open! "

"Sister, no matter how many gods there are, you have never seen how terrifying Principal Jerome is!"

"My classmates all know that this thing may not be true, but what else can they do? Hey, just treat it like coaxing the principal!"

"As long as I can avoid making up for classes during the winter vacation and ask me to write 'Sophie is a Little Pig,' I will write it without hesitation!"

Nefertiti smiled and rubbed Sophie's little head. She couldn't help but sigh that the Holy Bishop's group of monks had indeed shown an efficiency she had never heard of in "running the church."

In the era of Nefertiti's existence, a god of death crucified on the cross would not have any appeal at all. Everyone is looking for backers. Who doesn’t want the backers he finds to be better than others?

Who can hope that the god they believe in is dead?

Yet the holy bishop did it.

The schools they run seem to require a lot of manpower and material resources, but in the long run, this is a very shrewd brainwashing.

Almost all parents who need to work outside the home would like to have a facility that can help them supervise their children. And if this facility can be effectively managed, it can also provide free meals and teach children some necessary knowledge for survival.

No one would reject such a welfare institution.

Over time, they will be able to plant the seeds of the Holy Bishop in the minds of all children, whether they are religious or not, and they will habitually send their children to school when they become adults.

In this way, the Holy Bishop can spread across the Western Continent at a crazy speed. In just a few hundred years, the church has become a behemoth that towers over all countries.

No one cares whether the god on the cross is dead or alive, and how much benefit it can bring to them. It has become an indisputable fact that no one can do without the Holy Bishop.

Half an hour later, Sophie entered the examination room carrying her schoolbag. While walking, she kept taking out her small notebook to check the recorded knowledge points. When all the children were seated, the Holy Bishops rang the bell and distributed the test questions to each child.

According to the tradition of church schools, every exam paper distributed is hand-drawn by monks using papyrus.

"I announce that the exam will now begin." Jerome, holding a pointer and standing under the cross, said solemnly.

"If you get 40 of the 50 test questions correct, you can go back home to see your parents and spend the winter vacation!"

"If you answer more than 10 questions incorrectly, you will continue to stay in the church school during the winter vacation and participate in winter vacation tutoring!"

Hearing the words "winter vacation tutoring", Sophie shivered subconsciously. She immediately took out the quill from her schoolbag, lightly dipped it in the ink placed on the corner of the table, and then began to fill in the test paper in front of her.

first question

The Gospel of the Holy Lord (should benefit all living beings)

Question 2

(AD 392), the Holy Bishop replaced the Pantheon and was established as the state religion by Rome.

Question 3

The "scourge of God" that frightened the Romans refers to (Attila, the Hun Emperor). His invasion caused the (Western Roman Empire) to exist in name only.

The younger students in the mission schools are only 5-8 years old, while the older students even have children around 12 years old. Naturally, there was no way to accurately divide grades and classes in the Middle Ages. When everyone attended class together, there were naturally some easy and some difficult exam papers.

For example, there is a long list of questions and answers after the fill-in-the-blank questions.

first question

Describe in detail three ways of preaching

Sophie gently buttoned her head, then used her pen tip to write carefully

1. Carrying the cross, walking on a strange land, inserting it into the ground, and revealing the presence of the Holy Lord.

2. Build a "House of the Holy Lord" (church) to accept people to come to worship, and hold weekly worship activities to allow believers to accept each other.

In the past few days, every night she either went out to check for traces of the followers of the "Vulcan Cult" or went out to kill people, leaving Sophie with not enough time to sleep. Therefore, she basically rushed into this exam with a last-minute attitude. In three days, girls will inevitably make omissions in remembering key knowledge points.

Sure enough, the girl got stuck when answering this question.

"As far as preaching is concerned, killing is the most convenient method," Nefertiti said lightly. "There is no need for any additional methods. It seems enough that the gods I believe in can allow me to kill you more quickly."

"It's just that, judging from the fighting power displayed by the Holy Bishops now, they are far from being strong. So this may not be the correct answer in the mind of the old monk."

However, Sophie, who really couldn't remember the third item, seemed to be grasping at a life-saving straw. She tilted her head and looked at Nefertiti

"Sister, is it really okay?"

Nefertiti didn't answer.

Of all the Egyptians born around 1400 AD, no one could forget the ten natural disasters launched by the Lord Jehovah. The world-destroying power of this powerful ancient god left an indelible shadow in the heart of young Nefertiti.

At this time, her biggest question is where has the Holy Lord Jehovah gone?

Is he dead?

Or have you found a new planet and started a new missionary career?

Because if this god still existed, the holy bishop would definitely not enshrine the body of such a dead mortal on the cross.

She shook her head slightly, not intending to continue thinking about this issue.

Sophie dipped her quill in ink, and just when she was about to write the word "kill" on the paper, a huge figure suddenly came over.

While Jerome was looking away, he secretly stuffed a small note into Sophie's hand.

That piece of paper was actually full of correct answers to the exam paper.

Raising her head slightly, Sophie looked at the broad back wearing a decorated robe, as if she saw the real savior.