In the past few days, Nicole has been climbing the city from time to time, and stopping longer and longer. She looked happily to the east, watching the breath of the gods slowly cover the sky and the sun, gradually enveloping the world in it.

In the strange light formed by the breath, a wisp of heavy ink that cannot be concealed is particularly dazzling. Like a crack in a beautiful painting, it adds a sense of incompleteness.

From a distance, Nicole can still see visions. When the breath of the gods finally passed, the vision disappeared. Heaven and earth did not show any difference, and everything was the same.

However, Nicole knew that the gods had taken this place into their hands.

As that familiar aura descended, the statues of the gods in Yong'an City began to come to life. A gray mist rose around the idol. In the dead of night, there are even spirits on the surface of the statue.

Nicole vaguely remembers the battlefield, when there were too many souls hiding in it. The dissipating aura of the gods caused these souls to huddle in the depths of the idols, refusing to show their heads again. Now, with the return of the gods, they are awakened again.

Nicole knows - her god has not only returned, but has become more powerful.

Every day, she continued to repeat the monotonous and boring missionary work. In the seemingly unchanged words and deeds, there is an infectious firmness.

......

Through the magic net, Bran glanced at Yong'an City, looking at the humble statues of the ** in every household, and couldn't help frowning slightly. Wisps of fire of life, with their own expectations, are burning those idols all the time.

Under the will of the group, the fire of life in the city continues to jump and gather, and it has formed a raging momentum. Countless wills twisted and manifested in the firelight.

That's where the prayers come from.

After some inspection, Bran finally set his eyes on the tall idol in front of Nicole, and some vague memories came to mind.

Bran remembered the statue, which was his creation, a device used to collect souls. The war was not over yet, and he happened to be interested in the soul.

It's just that interest comes and goes quickly. When his hidden danger is eliminated, he runs back to Northland City, leaving everything about the West Frontier behind.

Before, Bran had never known if the soul would be hungry, but now he knew.

At first, the magic contained in the idol was quite abundant, but as more and more souls poured in, the magic began to dry up. Even if the idol was able to slowly attract and assimilate the surrounding magic, it would not be able to stop this trend.

Hunger, or the crisis of an existential threat, transforms these souls who are crowded together.

For a short period of time, Bran was unable to decipher much information from the idol. But he at least knew that the remnants had reached a consensus and began to eat the latecomers.

Bran looked at the still crowded souls in the idol, looked at a few of the silver glittering bugs, and the final victor was self-evident.

Even if they are dead, these bugs still follow their instincts before they were born, and obey the will of the group with the insect king as the core. This gives them an advantage in the process of dividing the food, and several insect kings will always eat first. When they accumulate to a certain tipping point, they also undergo metamorphosis.

Bran's remnants of will in the idol have always bound them. Even with great strength, they dare not leave this place, and they wait patiently for the call of their master.

In the dimly lit temple, spirits slowly poured out of the idols. Nicole, who was kneeling in front of the idol, stopped praying. With unspeakable excitement, she threw herself at the foot of the idol.

"Get up. ”

Nicole stood up obediently, only to find two silver glittering bugs standing beside her at some point.

"This is ......" As soon as the words came out, Nicole immediately realized her faux pas and lowered her head.

"Heroic souls, evolved from those dead souls. From this day forward, they will guard the temple forever. After a pause, "You did everything here?"

It is the effort of all believers. ”

"This belongs to the gods of light, and even if they want me to make a name here, you have to be careful. ”

"Yes!"

"Don't fight with those people. My ability is limited, and I can't satisfy the extravagance of most people here, let alone give power at will. ”

"We don't want your strength, we just want to be in your arms after death, and find peace there. ”

"You can't ——, represent them. ”

Nicole was silent. The gods are right, she doesn't represent anyone else. Powerful power is always desirable and gives rise to all kinds of illusions. At a time when the gods began to show their power, if the darkness continued to be silent, sooner or later most of the people around them would be dispersed, if not more.

But what was the point of what she had done before?

As if seeing through her thoughts, the voice resounded: "Don't doubt the meaning, you have at least found the peace you want." ”

This surprised Nicole, who had just been shaken.

Awakened, Nicole suddenly realized that the return of the gods did not mean the end of the trial, and perhaps it had just begun......

Bran, who thought he had solved the trouble, went away.

On the grassland, Lily, who was patrolling along the magic net, suddenly stopped. A little ink color came out of his eyes, and then he grew and transformed into Bran.

"Long time no see, my dear sister. Bran greeted warmly.

It's a pity that Lily didn't give him a good face, "Get out! We see each other every day, and you just pretend to be stupid and hide all day long." ”

Bran spread his hands, "What's the matter? I've been running around all day, and I don't have any time at all. ”

Lily ignored Bran's perfunctory remarks and asked bluntly, "Trouble?"

"Well, the trouble that arose with your connivance. ”

Lily asked knowingly, "Yong'an City?"

Bran sighed, nodded and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

Hearing the question, Lily couldn't help but smile.

"Initially I felt like I owed you too much, so I wanted to be able to keep your influence. But later, I hid it all as a gift, a surprise, for the time being.

You've already been to Yong'an City, right? You should have seen the fire of life gathered there. ”

Seeing Bran nodding, Lily continued to explain, "The fire of life was brought up by you. In Lava City, you make up for your own hidden dangers, but it does more than that. It's also a good food for wizards, but we haven't found a way to eat it before.

When those demons began to believe in us, when the fire of life gradually gathered, I easily plucked them off. ”

Bran looked at Lily suspiciously, "What do you do with those voices?"

"You don't have to deal with it, if you lose contact with the believers when you take it off, the sound will naturally disappear. ”

"It's as simple as that?"

"Well, it's as simple as that. Lily smiled, "You can just erase it." Maybe you didn't notice that they are becoming part of the cycle, and piety speeds up the process.

Once it is part of our cycle, it is also under our control. It will also be easy to block or erase those sounds. ”

After listening to Lily's explanation, Bran turned his attention back to Yong'an City......

After a while, he suddenly spoke: "I don't think you guys are at ease and want to see my jokes, so there is no reminder." ”

"It's a surprise!" Lily emphasized before asking, "How does it taste?"

"No, I don't seem to need them. With the words, a condensed flame appeared in Bran's hand, and he threw it at Lily. "Even if those people are religious, it still takes time to get into the cycle. ”

"How so?" Lily tossed the flames that fell into her hands up and down, "I always thought that since it was a cycle, I had to give something back. ”

"I will grow stronger with the tributaries, and that is the fire of my life. As for the feedback?" Bran shook his head at the flame, "The feedback I need is definitely not it, but I've seen a hint of it."

The magic that contains my spiritual imprint is being baptized. It is absorbed and used by countless creatures in the cycle, and some of the imprints and even the magic itself are annihilated. But there are always some that survive and reappear in my body.

Returning to them, they did not flow with my body, but gathered around the fruit. ”

Bran scratched his head, "I'm more distressed right now, because I didn't even know when they returned. Also, by what means? I wouldn't have even noticed it if it weren't for the reminders of Lando and Lanjia who were frolicking inside me. ”

Bran sighed, "We are already on different paths, and there will be more of them in the future." What is good for you is not necessarily good for me. ”