Chapter 57: The Gods
The Minotaur elder snorted and laughed in a low voice: "Don't use the method of fooling Tom to deal with me, although the lava snake of the Makere people is terrible, a few of us have worked hard to kill each other, and it is not that we can't live or die, but once we die, the remaining cubs can't bear the responsibility of the tribe, you have to spread your god to go, just don't fight our idea!" β
Dolgon's voice was low, but his body exuded the evil aura and blood left by countless slaughters, Shepard's face changed slightly, this Golden Ring Minotaur Elder was hiding so deeply, which was greatly unexpected for him.
'It seems that it is impossible to repeat the old trick, this old cow is afraid that he has touched the edge of the legend, and he has not even noticed his convergence momentum before......
The doppelganger's face was slightly condensed, and he originally wanted to use the momentum of the gods to try to deter the Minotaur clan, as he had done a few times before, which made people see the power of the gods and defeat themselves, which is also one of the conveniences of the true god's appearance.
It's just that the Golden Ring Warrior is already an epic top strength, and Dolgon may be able to reach the legendary level of combat power if he takes a step further, even if the main body comes, he doesn't dare to say that he can stabilize him.
If you can't force it, you can only figure it out slowly, Shepard scattered the plan in his mind, and chuckled: "Well, since the elder is unwilling, there is no need to force it, and when Tom surpasses the elder under the gaze of my lord, the elder will naturally know that what I said is true." β
Dolgon sneered: "The Makere people have believed in that giant snake for thousands of years, from the original small tribe to the later kingdom, there are many people who have been eaten by that snake, if that kid can really surpass me by believing in your gods, then say whether you want to believe it or not!" β
Shepard didn't care, just said calmly: "In any case, Thom's side still needs a lot of attention from the elders, this is for the future of the Thunder Clan!" β
Turning around and going out of the tent, and seeing Thom still there, Shepard instructed him: "I have discussed it with the elders, and he will arrange the rest with the other elders and leaders, and he still has orders on your side, and you can go in later." β
"It's just that everything has to have a plan, not to mention such a big action as ours, so the name of your organization will be called [Beacon of Freedom] in the future, this is the beacon of freedom for all the lives enslaved by the MakerΓ©s! The glory of our Lord is the light of the lighthouse! β
Thom muffled and said, "Since the elder agreed, then I don't have anything to say, do you still need me to help you?" β
Shepard groaned: "I won't stay in the city in the future, it's up to you, by the way, if someone comes to you one day, say "Free as the wind, always with me; The light is like fire, according to my soul], that is, the man I sent, and you will communicate with him when the time comes. β
Seeing that Thom should come down and enter the tent to meet the elders, Shepard turned and left, he had to go back to the slaves, the slaves who had nothing were far easier to control than the vassals of the family, and the rumor of 'God is king' is estimated to have spread almost wide, as long as this scene breaks out, no matter what the outcome is, it will be beneficial to the church and Ordon!
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A nameless half-plane.
The half-planes attached to the main plane are like countless bacteria in the human body, most of which are born and destroyed, and only a very small part can survive, some gradually become larger and more stable, and some remain the same.
This is a hidden stable half-plane, but the face is very small, only about an acre, and it is desolate to the eye.
However, in this desolate center, a young man full of vitality and enthusiasm, as long as he sees him, it is like seeing the vitality and hope of life, and seeing the rising sun.
Lansendel, Lord of the Dawn, the ancient sun god Amanata, is in his current identity, and many millennia ago, he held the power of the sun in the skies of the Old World.
Lansendel stared at the empty void, which was as dead and silent as the astral plane, but not lifeless like the astral plane, but pregnant with countless hopes, countless planes.
He walked in this half-plane, casual and leisurely, like enjoying the rare tranquility of the garden on a warm winter afternoon.
Soon after, several figures appeared in the half-plane.
Dressed in golden garments, decorated with all kinds of luxurious and precious jewels and gold, exuding an incomparable grace and luxury, is the goddess of wealth, Wokin.
To look at Him is to gaze at justice, to be the embodiment of a just and strict order, the god of justice, Tyre.
Like a tough guy forged by blood and fire, every edge and corner of his body can make people smell the smell of the battlefield, and the bald head seems to reflect the cold light of the sword, it is Nicholas, the god of war.
There is also the silent Scarlet Knight of Strategy behind Nicholas, the old and lonely god of travel, the goddess of travel, Larry, the unicorn goddess who is pure and peaceful like the big sister next door, Max, the god of thieves who is half-hidden and half-visible, and the god of masochism who exudes a trembling M, Ilmat, the god of suffering......
More than a dozen gods who were above the beings of the Old Continent and could represent almost half of the combat power of the human god system appeared in this small half-plane.
Tyre looked at Lansendel and said in a tone as direct and crisp as his followers: "Loshanda! Why did you call us here? β
The Lord of Dawn, who had several god names, turned around and said in a brisk tone, "I haven't seen so many gods come together in many years, Tyr, maybe I just want everyone to get together?" β
Wokin said angrily: "Time is money!" Los Angeles! One of my believers said something very reasonable, as a powerful being, I don't believe you would be bored to such an extent! β
The powerful gods were chatting, although the gods were equal, and the gods who were weaker than them would not interject at will, only Shanda Cole coughed lightly and diverted the topic: "Your Excellency Lansendel, please tell me something, it is true that since the fall of that madman, it is true that there have not been so many gods together for many years, but because of this, I believe that Your Excellency's purpose must be very important!" β
Lansendel put away the abuse, looked at the gods, and said slowly: "You all know about the pioneering movement of the New World, and the church of the Rich Lady and the Just is still the earliest initiator and promoter......
"The huge impetus brought by this discovery is something we haven't seen, even Amberie has chosen to back down in the face of the boiling human heart and the Force, and even the God of Travel has benefited a lot, and has been promoted from a weak divine power to a medium divine power......"
"But...... We cannot ignore the lessons left by that madman, and my church has discovered that in addition to divine beings, there may be true gods in the New World......"