Global Weird

Chapter 532 The gods don't save people, believe in a bird? !

"I can't give you an exact answer."

In mid-air, the 'you' projection with purple hair and golden pupils stared at Li Guanqi, and said softly: "Maybe, I don't know how many years later, my body far away in the universe can give you the answer, but unfortunately, you saw The me is just the materialization of a pre-recorded projection.

In this bronze ring I left behind, besides the projection I am talking about now, there is also: my first drop of blood——Perfect Tongyou blood.

This drop of perfect Tongyou blood should be able to drive the Tongyou blood in your body to evolve to an advanced stage, the stage that is only a step away from the perfect Tongyou blood, that is, the stage of purple hair and purple pupils.

This process took me almost 100 years to complete.

In the beginning, I just drank the potion made with the dark night gene. After completing the first evolution of Tongyouxue, only when the spiritual power is used excessively at night, the hair, eyes, and lips will turn purple, and the strength of the spiritual power will increase. .

But 100 years later, whenever I want, I can turn on this state of purple hair and purple pupils, and the strength of my spiritual power has greatly increased.

This is a characteristic, remember it well so that you can judge your own situation.

However, it took me 100 years to wait for the Tongyou blood to slowly change, and you probably don't need such a long time. After you absorb my blood, it should only take a month.

But if there is no accident, it is basically impossible for you to evolve the perfect Tongyou blood with this drop of my blood.

To perfectly pass through Youxue, you have to rely on yourself.

My advice is - go with the flow.

I was resurrected after dying of old age naturally, so you'd better do the same, be careful, don't be killed by other people, find a small place to stay slowly, after you die of old age, maybe you can also be resurrected?

Of course, if you don't want to live anymore, you can also choose to commit suicide to see if you can be resurrected directly after you die.

But I do not recommend doing so. "

Speaking of this, 'You' looked down at Li Guanqi, with a charming smile on his beautiful face, "Actually, I don't know if the things I recorded can be seen by others, and I don't know when they will be seen." , am I still alive.

After all, the characteristic of the Son of Tongyou is that only one can live in each era.

I don't know if this is a characteristic of this planet, or a characteristic that encompasses the entire universe. If it is, then maybe when the next Son of Tongyou sees this projection, I will already be dead in the depths of the starry sky.

However, who knows?
Anyway, that's all for now. Goodbye, my junior. "

"Zizi-"

As soon as the voice fell, the projection of 'You' flickered for a while, and then disappeared completely.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, the bronze ring that was suspended in mid-air and released projections exploded directly, and a drop of purple-black blood emitting golden light splashed out from it, directly escaping into the center of Li Guanqi's eyebrows, seeping into the blood from the pores.

"what!"

In an instant, Li Guanqi's face was grim because of the severe pain all over his body, and his body staggered, leaning against the side of the purple gold coffin, his left hand firmly grasping the edge of the coffin, lowering his head and howling in pain.

Searing!

The blood in his body was burning hot as if it was on fire, and the scorching heat filled all his senses!
Fortunately, this sharp pain didn't last long, because soon Li Guanqi completely passed out and fell down.

And unfortunately, standing next to the purple gold coffin, due to his height and the height of the coffin, he was top-heavy, fell headfirst into the coffin, and lay down inside.

"Good guy, the person is not dead yet, let's lie in the coffin first."

Pluto spoke in his head.

It's a pity that Li Guanqi has completely lost consciousness and can't answer his words, and the artifacts don't like him ten thousand times, so naturally they won't talk to him.

silence.

Quiet.

There was a dead silence in the tomb, and there was no longer any sound, except for the vague sound of blood boiling...

The evolution of Tongyouxue started rapidly in this seemingly silent, but seemingly sound.

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Elf hiding space.

Temple.

Erwin was wearing a green robe, standing in front of the statue of Edfins in the center of the temple, bowing his head to pray to the main god of the elves, and the priest's wooden staff beside him seemed to be spiritual, hovering around his side, constantly circling.

"Do you really exist?"

Suddenly, the murmured prayer turned into a soft inquiry.

Alwin raised his head and looked up at the statue of Edfins with complicated eyes, "If you really exist, why do you turn a blind eye to the catastrophe that the elves are suffering now? Gods who cannot protect believers, what is the belief? what do you mean...

Lord, I often say to the elves that the gods are disappointed with this selfish world, so they choose to live in the God Realm and no longer live in the mortal world, but the blessings of the gods will still be sprinkled on devout believers.

But is this really the case?

Miracles will appear in the elves from time to time, and they are called 'the gift of the Lord'.

But after I took over as the high priest and got the knowledge inherited from the priest's scepter, I learned that these so-called miracles were all the effects of the spells of the nine-level high priests of the past. They have joined forces for generations to deceive all the elves. It disguised the illusion that the gods still existed.

So, I have never seen a real miracle, nor have I seen the teacher, nor have I seen the teacher's teacher. I suspect that the high priests of all generations have never seen any real miracles at all.

Isn't that funny?
That night, my faith almost collapsed.

But looking at the terrified, terrified, and crying elves hiding here, I told myself that my faith can collapse, but they can't, because they need faith to maintain the hope of living.

So I became a liar too.

Perhaps the teacher is also like this, and the teacher's teacher is also like this, maybe it has been like this since the second generation of high priests.

We have become deceivers from being deceived, taking over the scepter of the previous generation of priests, and beginning to deceive the next generation of elves.

Why is this?

Because a so-called god belief can actually allow all elves to regain hope in life... It's ridiculous.

I don't understand Daluo people very much.

I have read that book called "Believers and Non-believers", which describes that most countries and nations in the world have both believers and non-believers, with the exception of the Daluo Dynasty.

It is said that in the early days of the New Era, when the Daluo Dynasty did not exist, and the artifact Yutian Great Wall had not yet appeared, that place was still called "Central Plains", and it was still in the era of separatist regimes.

People in the Central Plains also believed in God at that time.

However, since the founding of the country by Luo Shihuang 3000 years ago, they have not believed in gods. During festivals, they worship their ancestors and national heroes of all dynasties.

From that generation on, the people of Daluo began to vigorously reform the issue of belief.

Luo Shihuang has a famous saying, I am very impressed.

——I'm hungry, and the gods can't even give me a steamed bun, so the gods are useless to me, believe me!
Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years... until the millennium of the founding of Daluo, the people of Daluo completely lost their tradition of believing in God.

I don't understand very much.

Daluo people who don't even have a spiritual sustenance, if this is the case, how do they survive in times of crisis?
I don't understand.

Because all I know is that if I hadn't told everyone that night, saying, 'My Lord prophesied that a male human who came here with a garland of blessings would be the savior of our elves and lead us back to the Holy City '.

If I hadn't said this, the surviving elves would probably all have a nervous breakdown, right?
Ugh……"

Alwin lowered his head and sighed heavily, "Gods? I have believed in gods for hundreds of years. In the end, the only function of the gods is to deceive and give the elves a spiritual sustenance. This is really ridiculous. It's so ridiculous that I can't laugh at all."

"The High Priest!"

Suddenly, a man's steady voice came from outside the gate of the temple, "It's time to cleanse the dust for my lord, may I come in?"

"Come in."

Erwin looked back towards the door.

In his line of sight, the green stone gate of the temple opened slowly. A man was about 1.7 meters tall, with a thin build, wearing a dark red leather armor, and three black sheathed long knives hanging from his waist. He was blonde and blue-eyed. A handsome, yet resolute elf walked in.

The current chief scout of the elves - Yamen.

It was this elf scout who brought back hope to the surviving elves and successfully brought back the Son of Prophecy.

Although...he hadn't brought that human to meet the elves yet.

"High Priest, it's been seven days."

Yamen walked in front of Erwin, hesitating slightly, but still said: "The savior has not come out for 7 days, we should not be so anxious if we had known, but we should take him to meet the elves first Yes, now the elves in the camp are getting more and more uneasy, from the excitement at the beginning to the suspicion and complaint now."

"Oh?"

Alwin's emerald green eyes showed a bit of excitement, "Everyone is starting to question my lord's prophecy?"

"what?!"

Yamen showed panic all of a sudden, and waved his hands quickly, "No, no, no! How could it be! It's impossible for everyone to question my lord!"

Hearing this, Erwin looked a little regretful, shook his head slightly, and sighed.

"Huh? High Priest?"

Amen is a bit strange.

"Nothing, just keep talking."

Erwin waved his hand and said calmly: "Aren't everyone questioning my lord, are they questioning you and me?"

"Just questioning me."

Amen lowered his head, "They suspect that I didn't find the savior at all, and I was completely lying to them. Everyone's resentment is a bit heavy...but it's normal, after all, we have been trapped in this dark place for more than half a year.

Moreover, and the food reserves are about to bottom out, these days they have begun to control the amount of food distribution.

But going on like this is not an option. If there is not enough monster flesh to supplement life energy, everyone will become weaker and weaker. If this continues, we will run out of food reserves in at most two months, and by then we will be exhausted. Had to venture back to the Fairy Forest to hunt. "

"food……"

As soon as these words came out, Erwin frowned.

Among the elves, there are not many magicians.

An elf magician like him can maintain his body consumption by absorbing the free aura in the air, without food at all.

But other sprites are different.

Both ordinary elves and humans with different blood need food to replenish their energy. Once there is no sufficient supply of demon blood for a long time, they will start to consume the life energy in their bodies.

When the life energy is exhausted, the power of the different blood will disappear first, and then the organs will be exhausted and fall into death.

If this continues, these surviving elves will suffer from famine.

"Mr. Li will give us hope."

Alwin looked at Yamen, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't forget, he is the son of prophecy chosen by the gods, carrying the glory of our lord Edphinx, who is far away from the time when our elves regained their homeland." That day is not too far away.

At that time, we will definitely be able to hold a bonfire party in the middle of the Holy City Square again, sipping mead and eating barbecue, and returning to our original life. "

"Yes!"

Yamen nodded heavily, his eyes full of anticipation and excitement, "The glory of our lord will last forever! The divine music will come to the world again, let us wait for the elves to look up and listen!"

"Um……"

Alwin smiled, but the smile was a bit complicated.

Where is the prophecy of the gods, and what is listening to the voice of the gods?
The so-called prophecy is just the prophecy performed by the former high priest himself, and the so-called divine voice is just the voice of the high priest himself.

"..."

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Erwin caught a glimpse of several plates of exquisite fresh milk melons and fruits under the base of the statue.

That is a tribute, a tribute used to enshrine the Lord God.

What are you doing?
Now the elves can't get enough to eat, so they have to offer food to this thing that doesn't know if it is real, and then wait for the food to rot, and call it the source of the food that the gods have eaten?

Shit!

ridiculous!

A nameless anger surged in Erwin's heart all of a sudden!

"Om-"

With a wave of his right hand, light blue light enveloped Yamen, and then the eyes of this seventh-level elf scout were blurred, and he seemed to lose consciousness.

And Erwin, an eighth-level elf artist, walked under the statue, picked up the plates of melons and fruits, and walked in front of Yamen.

"Amen, Amen!"

He shouted twice.

"Ok?"

Only then did Yamen come back to his senses, but there was still a blue light above his head that he didn't even notice. He looked at Alwin without knowing it, and then he was a little dazed, "High Priest, what are you..."

"My own private goods."

Ai Erwen handed all the plates of melons and fruits to Yamen, and he only took a red fruit and put it in his mouth, and said while eating: "Take it to that girl Sharon, it's not for you, you Don't shirk it, I'm for Sha Luo, you have no right to shirk it for her."

After finishing speaking, the elf high priest turned around, as if wanting to end the conversation.

"But, but this..."

Yamen lowered his head and looked at the plates of melons and fruits in his arms, a little surprised.

Why do these fruits look so much like tributes?

Ok?
Tribute?

Yamen glanced like a pedestal.

It was actually empty there.

However, Yamen, who was shrouded in blue light above his head, in his line of sight, there are still exquisite melon and fruit tributes there——the tributes are still there.

"High Priest, thank you!"

Yamen didn't act pretentious any more, just holding a few plates of melons and fruits in his arms, and bowed his head slightly towards Erwin's back in front of him.

"You can go now."

Erwin didn't look back, just smiled and waved his hands.

"what?"

Yamen was taken aback, "But, but I was supposed to clean the statue, the time is up, I..."

"Today I will come by myself."

Alwin said calmly: "You can go, I need to be quiet."

"Yes!"

As soon as this remark came out, Yamen didn't dare to say anything more, turned around and left with the melon and fruit, pushed open the green door, and closed the green door outside.

Alwin was the only one left in the temple.

"Clean dust?"

Erwin took out an object with a structure similar to a feather duster from the space ring, but the whole thing was made of green leaves and branches.

He looked at the statue of Edfins, his green eyes narrowed slightly.

Cleaning the dust, in fact, is to wipe the dust on the idol every morning, using this special "Aurus" branch to wipe.

But now...

"Snapped."

Erwin threw the "Aurus" branch on the ground, turned and walked towards the study with a blank expression.

"Wipe your ass!"

"The elves are facing a catastrophe, and the gods don't even have the slightest reaction, so this Edfins is useless to me, believe me!"

(End of this chapter)