When Bran was in a hurry, the little wizards of Winged City were not idle. Just as Bran had guessed, they were driven by curiosity and immediately began to spoil their share of the colony.

Soon everyone had taken out their first samples and proudly displayed them in front of Bran, and NorthEarth turned into a monster playground in the blink of an eye.

Because of the scarcity of materials, although there are many types of monsters, the number of individuals is pitiful. Most of them are like the first angels, hanging from each other.

Again, within a few days, these monsters were sent to Daystar for testing. Enlightened believers are under pressure because of this. Some people think that the gods are already unhappy with their dragging, which is why they send these strange and powerful creatures.

A new title began to circulate in the camp - the Divine Messenger.

For the overwhelming majority of believers, the presence of the oracle is a pressure, a competition, and a spur. But for a few priests, it meant a new class above them, a rival trusted and favored by the gods.

Some even thought of more......

Before the bee colony died and the oracle appeared, Quyla was confused about the relationship between the two and didn't have time to think about it. However, when the Light-Divine Envoy appeared at the camp with wings of light, he realized that something was out of the ordinary.

While Quila couldn't know all about the creatures of the Old World, the mighty ones would have heard of them, even if they hadn't seen them. But these two creatures that suddenly appeared, he had never heard of.

Where do they come from?

The gods could not have done anything meaningless, so what did the overwhelming swarm of bees have to do with them? Could it be that the swarm of bees was a sacrifice for summoning?

If it is a sacrifice, what are the conditions for summoning?

Quyla could see that the gods were cold and stiff and inflexible. But for the gods, this is perhaps the rarest of virtues. With the advent of the oracles, they, the transcendents of the old times, became dispensable.

The reason why the gods were able to tolerate them was precisely their strength, as well as some irreplaceable uses.

The source of magic, Quilla felt was one of them. But looking at the colorful magic over the camp, he began to be unsure. The gods seem to be able to extract all kinds of magic directly from the sea of magic.

In addition, the gods can't do everything, and someone needs to run for them and deal with some small troubles. These transcendent beings are precisely the best candidates.

When these reasons no longer exist, will the gods tolerate them?

Thinking of this, Quyla couldn't help but shudder.

One after another, another oracle appeared, and a deep chill rose in Quera's heart from the various missions they shouldered. He found out that it was a test, and there was elimination......

But these oracles seem to be unaware, and they carry out the oracle to the letter, without complaint. Live, patrol, and hunt......

The task is becoming more complex and difficult, and they are taking longer to leave the camp. One day, it dawned on Quila that these inflexible oracles had done a lot.

Every oracle is like this, silently doing his own thing. They will neither ask for help nor help others. This silence and attachment infects many believers, who see it as a tempering and call it asceticism.

Seeing more and more believers in the camp begin to talk and imitate, Quilla couldn't help but feel emotional.

The camp gradually became overcrowded. Quila knew it was time to make room for the latecomers. On the day he left, the roar of the ancestral dragon was heard behind him.

Quila shook her head and said to herself, "Self-righteous fools are nothing but a bunch of lowly mortals, and the gods have no place for us.

And you, Nita, the original betrayer, want you to find out in your foresight sooner rather than later. ”

"My lord, where are we going?"

"Just pick a direction and keep going. ”

"My lord, what about the plan?"

"There's no need to plan, just follow the myths. ”

"Your Excellency?"

"It's okay to call me Quila or the High Priest, but don't call me an adult. I, like you, am nothing but a dispensable mortality. ”

"What's wrong with you?"

Quila looked around, "We've lost the last bit of value to the gods, so the oracles have appeared.

At present, their individual strength is not comparable to ours, but so what? as long as they are obedient, just like the swarm of bees that are not afraid of death, and when they die, they will summon more powerful beings.

I thought back to the scene over and over again, and suddenly realized that the swarm and the oracle with the shovel that appeared later were actually the same. ”

"Your Excellency?"

"As you said, don't call me an adult. ”

Quila emphasized again before continuing: "Breath, they have a near-uniform breath, it's more like a rebirth above the ashes. ”

At this, Quila was slightly stunned - he thought of who had summoned the swarm.

"Death, then rebirth—who does that remind you of?"

Someone immediately reacted: "Dark night!"

"Yes, Night—" Quilla exhaled, "and only he would ignore life and death. If one of us were to rebel one day, he would do both.

Whether it is a swarm of bees or a divine envoy, it will be overwhelming. Wave after wave will never end, and more powerful creatures will be born in the embers of death.

You know? That's a warning to us that he's starting to get impatient. So don't call me Lord anymore, and don't disobey the will of the gods at this time. ”

Quilla tapped her forehead, "He doesn't need us to have minds that have nothing to do with the gods, like a swarm of bees." ”

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