Civilization of the Stars: I loaded the mod

Chapter 45 The extreme idealism of Ke cuisine
Milky Way.

The stars are shining brightly, and time flows through the fingertips of the gods.

The misty Milky Way stretches out its arms, once embraced countless believers, the consciousness of civilization spreads into the boundless star stream, and stands alone in the arms of the Southern Cross.

It's a cold autumn day.

The newly promoted 'saint' of civilization, with a mission, bowed to the palace of the gods in the early morning.

Stepping on the scarlet blanket with bare feet, on both sides of the flowery road, strange reliefs recording precepts and proverbs stand, guarding the stars of the holy place.

The armored knight standing there gradually disappeared, replaced by pumice stones, countercurrent springs, and blooming flowers.

This is the dividing line between the holy and the profane.

Further forward is the residence of the gods, and the believers of civilization are allowed to cross the most holy portal with the most pious attitude to see his afterglow.

The white-robed saintess lowered her head, staring intently at the staggered bare feet.

Turn a blind eye to changes around you.

Passing through the outer oases and gardens, passing through the majestic and colorful corridors and art groups, all kinds of unreasonable "creations of the kingdom of God" are covered in this holy place.

Staying in the palace in the center of the Holy Land, the immaculate white robe turned invisible to cover her lowered face.

Remaining silent and bowing, waiting for His call.

No extra action is required, just wait.

Mortals have no right to visit His Majesty, but to beg His gaze as a servant.

Outside the door, the saint was watching the land like a statue, the bright red carpet was firmly imprinted in her eyes, she felt the stiffness of her body, she moved her mind slightly, wisps of lavender spiritual energy wrapped around her body, washing away the remaining inertia.

In the Holy Land, psionic power, a powerful ability bestowed by gods, is not expressly prohibited from being used.

But even if there is no written rule, the few psionicists in civilization still use it cautiously, and only relieve physical fatigue when necessary.

Not long after, she seemed to sense the fluctuation of her spiritual energy.

The low door on the side of the palace was slowly twisted open, and a crisp bell rang, signaling permission to pass.

With longing in her heart, the saint quietly stepped into the Wugou residence deep in the Holy Land.

Under the solemn sanctuary, the light reflected under the feet divides the strange sense of layering inside and outside.

"Tenia."

Stepping through the door, a gentle whisper resonated from the bottom of my heart.

"I am here, under the crown of the Holy Spirit." The girl tightened her mind, her face flushed, and she lowered her head even more.

Seeing the incarnation of civilization, the closer you get to him, the more you can appreciate his greatness.

"Have you brought the chip?"

The easy-going tone on the seat of God was engraved in her heart with an undeniable will.

"Yes, His Excellency Fausta has completed his mission, so I came to see him."

In the grand and magnificent hall, the voice of the Holy Spirit continued to be heard.

"Chip, hold it under the blaze of a star."

"Yes."

Obtaining the promise, the saint turned around slightly, carefully picked up the object in her hand, and walked across the purple plot, avoiding the red floor.

Bending towards the beam of light that the sun poured into under the high platform of the main hall.

Stretching out her hand to put it on the bowl, there was the sound of ethereal footsteps when her bare feet touched the ground, and she retreated back the same way again.

Throughout the whole process, his eyes were fixed downwards, and he did not catch a glimpse of the image of the 'Holy Spirit' from the corner of his vision.

"May the gift and glory of Zakran accompany you along the way."

A few moments later, He finally gave the words and blessings.

This seemed to be the end of the audience ceremony. After a pious salute, the saint reluctantly left the palace.

It wasn't until the door was completely closed that Teniya let out a long sigh of relief.

Standing on the high ground of the Holy Cross Palace, the low face was finally raised, looking at the scenery of the Holy Land.

The huge dome of the sky covers the land with a radius of dozens of miles, the sea of ​​clouds in the sky hangs down the stars, and the scene of the green and peach-colored spring breeze is very different from the desolation of Kexi Caixing in late autumn at this time.

The shadow of the robe ushered in the morning sun, the golden hair was shining brightly, and the magical pupil color focused somewhere in the void.

This is what makes her different from other believers.

One is dark and shiny... the other is hazy with purple mist.

……

In the palace, with the departure of the saint.

The "Civilization Incarnation" sitting on the "God Throne" let go of the burden of image, leaning sideways in the luxury of gold inlaid with jade.

His day of suffering as a 'god' is crystal clear in the Stellaris 'God Simulator' game.

Not only came on time, but also diligently.

As a man, there are always a few days every month that are very tiring.

Especially in a scene like the one just now, the believer may not be worried, but he must be on pins and needles!

His name is Kexicai, and he has many identities at present.

The blue star player selected by the stars, the incarnation of the Greek cuisine civilization, the omnipotent god in the eyes of the people, the younger brother newly supported by the invincible fallen empire [Guardian of Aiwanruite].

One of the deputy leaders of the E continent's core player group, the only foreign player on the surface, the official high-level spy of the foreign player group, the filial son of God in the French region, and an atheist.

Compared with these identities, his real name is not worth mentioning at all.

After all, no one would care about an old man running three...if he wasn't a player.

Players are also divided into grades, he belongs to the contradictory combination of very lucky and unfortunate.

He is the extreme magician of the entire civilization of the Greek cuisine. He mixed in like a husky became the wolf king of the wolf pack.

Sometimes when he browses the forum and sees other players and leaders enjoying themselves and enjoying family happiness, he will be healed by them before he knows it, and then depressed by his own people.

"When will this day be a leader!"

"It's too tiring to meet this group of god sticks."

Ke Xicai supported his increasingly thin waist, and while walking off the stage to get the chip, he complained loudly in the empty and quiet palace.

Even after going through more than ten interviews, I still haven't gotten used to this feeling at all.

Beforehand, I had to memorize the words I didn’t know when I said them, pretended to say admonitions and blessings on the spot, and let myself show off my aura with a white ball throughout the whole process. God knows why an energy body is so particular!

The psychic envoy of the suzerain Fallen Empire taught him hand in hand.

He really wanted to say that he didn't come here to learn etiquette, but that group of magic sticks only accepted this.

Especially when he first arrived, he was still a rookie, and he had received pilgrims for more than ten hours in a row, and in the end he almost couldn't hold back.

In this [extreme idealism] [authoritarian] empire, the Greek cuisine as the embodiment of civilization is one of their main beliefs.

Idealism is not simply a belief in gods. Its core idea is that the will and the soul are the essence of the universe.

As an atheist, growing up in a materialistic society, he insisted on role-playing the image of an idealistic god.

It is really difficult, not only that.

Whenever Ke Xicai intends to experience the details of civilization in person, and visits privately in micro-services, the people of the empire see him, and words such as "respect", "sacred" and "mother" come out of their mouths.

If you want to chat a few words, the other party will turn into a look of sincerity and fear, and will only answer positively when asked.

Only in private, when it is the priest's turn to serve, the life here will not seem so depressed.

"send!!"

Ke Xicai waved away these disturbing and clean images in agitation.

The body has become an energy body, the perception is also attuned, and there is still a fart of worldly desires.

"Hurry up and get the things and send them to the group of 'elegant and easy-going' friends."

"After finishing the work, I have to go to the team leader's criticism. He asked me to come there in an hour, which means..."

Ke Xicai called up the calculator on the system interface, and obtained the number after one-pass calculation.

"According to the speed of the game, I can spend up to seven or eight hours with my group of friends."

"Run!"

Reaching out and tweezing the chip bathed in the sun, it flickered and turned to a place kilometers away.

If you want to call out the scientific and technological information in the chip, you have to go to the back edge of the Holy Land.

There is no smart device in this palace that can interpret it.

The group of stubborn priests and priests of the empire strictly abide by the dogma established by the fallen empire hundreds of years ago: the Holy Land does not allow any electronic terminals with signs of intelligence.

This commandment is equivalent to declaring to the Greek cuisine: there is no WiFi at home!

It can be called a catastrophe at the level of extermination, 24 hours a day, he can only spend 300+ hours in the forum post bar chat group with tears in his eyes.

Relieved from the change of space transfer, Ke Xicai floated straight to the corresponding main control room.

The entire computer room does not occupy a large area, only a few thousand square meters, and it is easy to see the side when flying.

When he requested a computer for 'ordinary' entertainment use from the [God Promise] of civilization, the ruler, a set of the Empire's newest computer complexes was assembled in a matter of days.

This is also one of the few places where he feels gratified.

Drilling into the main control room, Ke Xicai poked a set of spherical instruments for a long time before finding out where the chip should be inserted.

Probably the reason why the ancient fallen empire intervened to lead the civilization.

Their technological style is less of a mechanical style, and more of imitating the traces of a fallen empire.

After one set of operations, a word appeared in the air instantly.

[Psychic Theory]——a gift from the suzerain [Guardian of Avanrit] to the younger generation.

(End of this chapter)