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Chapter 785 Becoming a New God [Part [-]]

"Be a god, Adrian."

The heartfelt words from Tris, uttered from Danya's filthy mouth, completely dissipated Cyril's previous confusion about how to win the final battle.

This seemed to be a preordained thing, everything seemed so natural; when he recalled everything in the past, he immediately found that this road had already been paved for him——

Although this road is not smooth, and it can even be said to be full of dangers, but since he traveled to this world, the power that made him travel to this point expects him, and there is only one.

become the new gods.

Then put an end to the fountain of all evil.

The filth comes from gods, and this world is created based on the old gods; gods cannot rely on their own power to eliminate the existence of these negative emotions that are essentially theirs, so they can only restart the world infinitely.

They put their bets on their creations, but the creatures in this world are always trapped by Danya's power system. After repeated failures and restarts, they choose to hand over the final possibility to an "outsider" ".

a new god.

The new god has no filth that belongs to him, and the new god can defeat the filth of other gods——

So here comes the final question.

How to become a new god.

He raised his hand, most of his power now comes from the authority of Nora, the God of Nature. He is now the new God of Nature, but he has not escaped from the power system created by Danya in this world. The "white ring" of thousands of laws.

Although Danya's filth is a derivative of Danya's negative emotions, his ability to control the white ring is definitely higher than that of Cyril - this is the same as when breaking through the realm, competing with those filth for power and authority: the gods go away , those filths occupy the first place under their god position. Although they can't get that position, they can't let others touch this position.

To be a new god...

"A believer." He said softly, "To become a god, I need the power of faith."

But in such a country that can be said to have been completely destroyed, how can he gain his own believers?
Maybe let him establish his own religion on the land of La Rochelle and start recruiting believers. It won't take long for him to collect hundreds of thousands of believers; but the problem is that the time left for him may not even Not even an hour.

Danya's filthy face is constantly twisting, and the "flower of death" blooming on his neck is repeating withering and blooming at this moment, and the iron chain that fastens it is trembling constantly, the amplitude is getting bigger and bigger. bigger and bigger.

All of this shows that Danya's filth is completely taking over the body that originally belonged to Tris, and Tris is gradually losing ground.

Believers, believers... He is not nothing, Miss Elf's words can still be heard in my ears at this time: "My family, everything I believe in, my god."

"The power of your believers will always follow you. You take care of the world, and the world will also give you its piety. I hope you must remember this."

"I take care of the world, and the world will also give me piety..."

Yes, he is now the God of Nature. Although his authority cannot make him defeat Danya's filth, it has already laid a solid foundation for him to be a believer.

And these foundations are his initial "capital".

The next thing to do is to spread his power, so that more people, the whole world west of La Rochelle, can hear his voice——

This was absolutely impossible in 1441, but Cyril knew that in 1443, now that the Holy White Court had been formed, this matter was absolutely feasible.

"If...if Misha and Mia can hear my voice..."

He turned around sharply. Although the filth chasing Danya covered a long distance, the distance was still too short compared to the distance that Danya's filth had beaten himself all the way to the Nora Corridor.

At the end of his line of sight, Nora's corridor is a continuous verdant green peak, where the power of nature is deeply rooted, creating a solid line of defense, blocking the penetration of Danya's filth.

And this defense line of natural force is loyal to him——

Cyril took a deep breath, then raised the long sword in his hand.

Igwak of the Holy White Alliance, this long sword that inherits the will of the creatures of the Fourth Era of Civilization, burst out at this moment far better than before.It was no longer the pure golden holy light for pollution, but a cyan-colored white light that turned into a beam of light and rushed up into the sky, piercing through the filthy black cloud.

"What's the use?" Danya's filth sneered, "You want to kill me with such a sword? Your power is all under the source, and without my permission, any power under the source will be destroyed. Impossible to hurt me..."

But the boy didn't pay attention to it at all. He stared at the green Great Wall in the distance, and pointed the long sword in his hand:
"In the name of Cyril Adrian, Qunsen, follow my orders."

"The highest level of natural protection—"

"Eternal—the splendor of nature!"

Where the long sword pointed, white clouds suddenly surged in the clear sky that was completely different from the territory of Ao San Emma, ​​and then a blue and holy beam of light fell from the clouds, hitting heavily on the highest part of the Nora Corridor. The top of the mountain!
The colossal force of nature poured into the boundless forest, and then caused continuous resonance.The huge trees are singing because of the blessing of their gods, each of their leaves is shining brightly, from one mountain to another, just a few breaths, the mountains of the Nora Cloister Illuminated by green light, it even turns the sunny day into green.

And this is just the beginning.

After the beam of light that fell, several more beams of light fell in the forest, and their distribution was not uniform, from the southernmost Adelaide Seashore to the northernmost Elgin Forest, all There are beams of light shining.

These beams of light may be thin or thick, but they are all like the beam of light in the Nora Corridor, because of the blessing of the God of Nature, the hidden power of nature is crazily activated.

Those who are sensitive to the distribution of elf clans will immediately see that the places where these beams of light fall are the distribution places of the elf clans, the locations of the trees of life!

The protection of the highest-level God of Nature, Cyril has always been the recipient of this power in the past, and at this moment, he took the initiative to send down the gospel belonging to the God of Nature to this world!

The active elves under the tree of life raised their heads one after another. At first, they looked at the lit tree of life blankly, but they hadn't realized what was the reason for this, but then even the sensible elves yelled:
"It's a miracle, it's a miracle—"

"It's the god of nature, it's the blessing of the god of nature!"

"Nature on top, Nora on top!"

"Nature is above, Adrian is above!!"

They already knew that the young half-elf had saved the forest and had taken over from the nature gods.The sound of praise was like a mountain roar and a tsunami. In such a cry, the centaur bowed its body devoutly, the unicorn touched the ground with its horns, and the tree people raised their heads and raised their arms to welcome the waves from nature. of favor.

To the west of the forest, the city of Amasir, which is adjacent to the forest, also immediately noticed the vision from the forest.

"That's..." In Siliki City, Elena looked at the bright ultramarines in the distance, and was still thinking about what happened, when Misha's voice sounded: "That's the protection of the highest-ranking God of Nature." , is a call from the same clan."

"Cyril? Does he need us?"

"He needs us to contribute our strength." Misha said firmly, "This is the favor of the God of Nature, and at the same time, he also needs the feedback of the believers... Inform the whole city, the whole of Amathir, and start praying immediately— —”

But before her order could be conveyed, another voice sounded:
"No, it's definitely not that simple."

"Mia?" Miss Elf raised her head, looked at the Mage who hurriedly appeared at the door, and asked in surprise.

"Mr. Wei is facing the filth of Danya, which is the origin of everything. If it is only the power of nature... I don't think it will be enough to help him defeat the filth of Danya."

"Then what else can I do?" Misha frowned when she heard the words, and accompanied by Cyril, the young God of Nature didn't hide much of his understanding from them, filth occupied the position below the god, Dan They have long been familiar with the content of the structure of Ya's power system.

"I've already notified Roderick." Mia's eyes were shining, and she reached out to hold her chest, as if holding something, although there was nothing there.

"The Tower of Stars has now teleported over Solconan, and Roderick will tell Her Majesty Anastasia."

"Now is the period when the Holy White King's Court was first established. High-level officials from various countries and forces are gathered in Solconan. This can inform Mr. Wei's needs as quickly as possible about the sphere of influence of the Holy White King's Court."

"Indeed, indeed..." Misha patted her chest. In just a few seconds, her forehead was covered with sweat.

But she immediately became nervous again, sat up straight again and asked: "But what exactly is the need of the same family? He can only tell us that we need help through the forest, but the real content cannot be conveyed directly..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she found that Miss Mage was looking at her deeply, then she walked forward slowly, opened her arms, and hugged her.

"Misha, Misha." She read softly, "Don't forget that sentence."

"May the stars shine on you."

"May the starry sky shine on you?" Misha murmured.

"Do you remember the name of this year?"

"This year's year name..." Misha muttered, suddenly leaning back, looking at Misha in amazement.

The latter had already let go of his hands, turned around, and knelt down on the ground facing the east, with his hands and fingers interlaced in front of his chest.

"Mr. Wei...no."

"Cyril Adrian on..."

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La Rochelle, Solkonan.

Anastasia Herman hadn't had a day off since her return to Solkonan from Silikie.Although she was still annoyed at the young marquis's insistence on going his own way, she had to admit that what the other party said was indeed reasonable.

In any case, for the remaining intact parts of this world, for the remaining hopeful beings, the Holy White King's Court must exist.

It represents hope, represents tomorrow, and represents that creatures still have the qualifications and rights to breathe and survive——

And at the moment when the court meeting was disbanded and she and all the ministers were about to start a new busy day, there was a sudden "buzz" in the sky above the palace——

"Space, space is distorted!" A guard screamed and pointed upwards. Anastasia shook off the protection of the guards and rushed out of the palace. Then she saw a huge mage tower slowly rising from the sky above the palace. "Extracted" from the space and landed on the top of the palace.

"Roderick!" she cried at once.

At the bottom of the mage tower, at the door, a bald mage in a robe was holding the handrail and beckoning to her. Then his figure flickered, and he appeared in front of Anastasia.

"Why did you teleport to Solkonan with the mage tower?"

"Urgent, urgent." Roderick said hurriedly, "The Marquis Adrian needs our help."

"Adrien?" The corners of Anastasia's eyes twitched, "Even if I want to help him, how can I help him? He's in Alma Santos, can I still drive thousands of horses to help him? ?”

"No no no no no." Roderick repeated, "Miss Christian told me that this should be related to the 'prophecy'—"

"Prophecy? What prophecy?" Anastasia was anxious and angry, "The astrologer hasn't made a prophecy in the past six months, and he still wants to come to this blood sacrifice for divination... Wait?!"

There was a look of surprise on her face, which quickly turned into disbelief, but then her eyes sparkled with excitement because of excitement.

"I know, I know—it's the year, it's the year!"

"1443, the year of the gods, this is the result of the astrologer's divination, the year of the gods, the year of the gods—damn it, where are the astrologers? Get out of here!!"

Her Majesty's temper was not good at all, the guards behind her scrambled to find the astrologer, and quickly summoned all the astrologers in the palace to Anastasia's before.

"Interpret, immediately interpret, what is the meaning of the year of the gods? Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Anastasia frantically urged, those astrologers didn't understand the situation at all, looking at the white sun above their heads , can only start divination immediately one by one.

"Uh, uh, uh, Your Majesty, we can't even see the stars in daylight, how can we do divination?"

All the astrologers wanted to cry, but Anastasia's request was a bit too forceful.But in the face of Her Majesty's murderous gaze, they could only bite the bullet and began to stammer and analyze:

"The year of God's prayer, the year of God's prayer...I think, Your Majesty, does God need...we pray?"

As soon as the astrologer who spoke boldly finished speaking, Anastasia turned around abruptly and announced her will loudly:
"Order - all churches in La Rochelle, start praying immediately!"

"The name of the praying god is—"

"Cyril Adrian!"

　almost finished, almost finished
　　
　
(End of this chapter)