Three days later, a small, nameless village in the middle of the desert.

Wang Daoyi came here quietly, and he followed the feeling in his heart.

Ever since he received the authority left by the Red King, he had always felt in his heart that something was haunting him.

So after placing the people of Chisha Banner, Wang Daoyi went out to follow the guidance of his heart and rushed all the way here.

Silently observing this small village, I found that there were no people from the Gilded Brigade, it was like a clear stream in the desert.

After confirming that there was no hidden big boss, Wang Daoyi approached the village.

"Who are you?"

He hadn't taken a few steps before he was stopped by a group of young men, who were no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and stubble had just grown on their young faces.

At this time, Wang Daoyi did not have a mask on his face, and showed a friendly smile: "I am a traveler in the desert, passing by here, and I want to ask for a bowl of water to drink." ”

The young man had doubts in his eyes: "Traveler, you can't be a liar, we don't see a traveler in our village for a year." ”

"Are you a village guard? What about the village chief? Wang Daoyi asked gently, completely unable to see the power of the Lord of the Red Sand Banner.

"Why, do you want to inquire about the news, I won't tell you." The teenager was more vigilant.

Wang Daoyi couldn't help but shake his head: "Although it's a good thing to be vigilant, you should know by looking at the Vision of God on my waist that I am the one you can't beat, so it's what you should do to notify the people in the village that someone is coming to visit." ”

"Vision? What's that? The boy looked dazed.

Wang Dao was stunned for a moment, there are still people who don't know the Vision of God in these years? He didn't know for a moment whether he should explain to the boy what the Vision was.

"Ahem, Clark, don't stand in the way." The old voice came from the village.

The young man's face changed, and he was a little worried: "Oh no, it's all your fault, it must be the grandfather." ”

"Hah, why don't you go and have a look?" Wang Dao said with a smile.

The young Clark did not answer, and ran straight to the village, and Wang Daoyi followed him, surveying everything in the village as he went.

"What an old village."

Looking at all kinds of strange utensils in the village, Wang Daoyi sighed a little, most of these tools are things that have been eliminated for many years, and some can be traced back thousands of years.

And this village is still using these ancient tools.

It is better to say that it is ancient, but it is backward,

Following the young Clark, Wang Daoyi came to an ordinary earthen house.

A gray-haired old man was basking in the sun here, and with Wang Daoyi's eyesight, he could vaguely see the appearance of young Clark on the old man.

Perhaps, it is a pair of grandchildren.

"I'm so sorry, I'm too old to get up and welcome you, honored guest." The old man said in a very slow tone.

Wang Daoyi shook his head, there was strong curiosity in his eyes, but he still maintained his politeness: "There is no need to be so polite, in my hometown, respecting the old and loving the young is a virtue, take the liberty of bothering, I didn't prepare any gifts, and I was the one who was rude." ”

Hearing Wang Daoyi's words, a smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face: "It's been a long time since I've seen a strong man like you who wields great power and still maintains politeness." Welcome to Aaru Village. ”

"Aru Village?" Wang Dao frowned.

The name is exactly the same as the largest gathering place in the desert.

Seeing Wang Daoyi's frowning, the old man showed such an expression: "It seems that you should have been to Aru Village on the other side of the desert." ”

"What do you mean?"

Wang Daoyi asked.

The old man tried hard to open his eyes, revealing a trace of nostalgia: "Aru Village over there, and Aru Village here, were originally the same, but because of a disagreement, the two sides were separated." ”

"It's clear that the people over there have abandoned their faith!!" Young Clark shouted loudly from the side, looking a little angry.

"Faith." The old man did not reprimand the rude Karak, but looked at the young man with some sadness, "This is really not a good word. ”

Wang Daoyi was a little curious: "Old man, do you have any different views on the word faith?" ”

High Emotional Intelligence: What is the difference in perception.

Low EQ: Are you devoid of faith.

"Ha, no, I have the same faith, and my faith has never faded."

The old man became excited, and his old face seemed to be refreshed.

As the old man's mood fluctuated, the leylines in this area began to become disordered.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and Wang Daoyi was a little incredible.

This old man actually used his emotions to attract the leylines, this kind of thing, it is difficult for Wang Daoyi to do it himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little excited, old fellow." The old man quickly stabilized his mood, "The word faith is too heavy for me. ”

"Can I hear your story if you'd like?"

I don't know why, the authority in the depths of Wang Daoyi's soul is beating slightly.

There was a little nostalgia in the old man's eyes: "Okay, these things, maybe it will be much better if you say it." ”

In Wang Daoyi's expectation, the old man slowly told the story:

[That's an old story,

In order to complete the rebellious rhapsody and transcend the confinement of the sky,

At the same time, it is also for the future of mankind and the awakening of mankind.

The ancient and holy King chose to initiate His plan

"Melt thousands of thoughts into one, unify thousands of calculations into one,"

"From this, man will be king of kings, god of gods."

However, while the plan is underway, when the loved one dies, the son of heaven cannot escape wear and tear,

The darkness of filth stains the earth, and all beings wail before the throne of God,

When the Holy King wakes up, the world will be devastated,

Hearing the wailing of his people, the king chose self-sacrifice,

"One day, humanity will wake up and know that they don't need gods,

Until then, I will be a god who is not a god."

The old king is gone,

The people of the desert will leave the palaces and ruins to which they are accustomed,

Go to the edge of the earth and build a new dwelling,

The dwelling place will be named after the old dream of God, Aru,

Quietly waiting for Ahmar's recovery. 】

Wang Daoyi listened to the story quietly, and quietly watched the white light on the old man's body.

"Distinguished guest, what do you think of this story?" The old man looked at Wang Daoyi with hope in his eyes.

Wang Daoyi had completely understood what was going on in this village.

With a gentle smile, Wang Dao nodded: "Very good story." ”

"So, can you let me see you?" The white light on the old man's body became stronger and stronger, "Please, let me see you!" ”

"His desire may not be for you to wait for Him like this." Wang Dao had regret in his eyes.

"I know, I've always known that, so when those people chose to leave, although I saw it as a betrayal, I never stopped it, I just wanted to take one last look at you."

"Your people have been waiting for you to come back!" The white light on the old man's body became brighter and brighter.

A hint of softness appeared in his eyes, and Wang Dao nodded slightly, and stretched out his hand to the old man: "Then, my last believer, are you still willing to serve my authority?" ”

The golden gnosis circulated in the royal road, and the residual information belonging to Ahmar in the authority was fully opened to the royal road.

The black pupils turned golden, the black hair turned into white silk, and the authority in the depths of the soul turned into a red golden crown.

Facing the picture he had imagined countless times in his dreams, the old man stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch Wang Daoyi's palm: "I have always been willing to serve your authority!" His Majesty the Great Ahmar. ”

It's a pity that the white light on his body is faster than the old man's outstretched hand.

The white light dissipated violently, and in front of Wang Dao's eyes, where there were still old people, where there were still young people, it was just ruins all over the ground.

"A belief that has sustained the leyline anomaly for thousands of years?"

"Alas, believing in a departed god is not a good choice." The gold in his pupils faded, and his white hair turned into green silk, and Wang Daoyi sighed a little.

The moment a white light appeared on the old man's body, he understood what was going on.

An old man who believed in the Red King, who was still unable to rest in the last moments of his life, fell into the leylines, causing the leylines to anomalize, so that the area remained ancient for thousands of years.

Of course, everything here is fake, a scene of the old man's inner projection.

The village is the village of the old man's life, so it is so backward and ancient.

Young Clark is the old man's projection of his youth, which is why he feels angry at the rest of Aaru Village for abandoning the belief in the Red King.

And the old man himself is the core of this thousand-year-old leyline anomaly.

As the center of the leyline anomaly, the old man knew that only those who sensed the belief of the Red King could enter this place.

And what kind of being can perceive his belief in the Red King?

The answer is: Red King Ahmar himself.

Therefore, when Wang Daoyi entered this area through the authority of the Red King, the old man who had never seen the appearance of the Red King regarded Wang Daoyi as the Red King.

When he thought that the moment he saw the Red King, the old man's obsession was gone, and he began to escape irrevocably, and finally returned to the earth, and then the leylines also returned to stability.

And Wang Daoyi felt the old man's faith, and did not say that he was not the Red King, with golden eyes and white hair, wearing a crown, the legendary image of the Red King, gave the old man the last comfort.

Compared to the gold-plated brigades in the desert that claim to be the believers of the Red King, this old man is the last believer of the Red King.

"So, did the Red King do something that caused this land to be polluted, causing a lot of damage, and finally fell by sacrificing himself?"

Wang Daoyi silently pondered the story that the old man told him.

In fact, in the most common legends of Sumeru and the desert, ahem, it is mainly the rumors of the people of the desert that it was the Great Cishu King who assassinated the Red King.

Wang Daoyi had heard this rumor countless times, but after seeing the gentleness of that existence, it was difficult for Wang Daoyi to agree with this statement.

Now, he heard the second version, that in order to save his people and make up for his mistakes, the Red King chose to sacrifice himself.

Wang Daoyi only thought about these two statements a little, and also felt that self-sacrifice was more likely.

After all, God loves all people. 】

Silently staring at this dilapidated village, Wang Daoyi sighed: "Huh~ The Red King has passed away, and this village doesn't need to exist." ”

With a wave of his hand, the yellow sand in the sky turned into a sandstorm, completely submerging the place.

"Let's go to the rainforest and relax."

Wang Dao didn't look back and left.

It's kind of a little story to make up a new form for the protagonist to unlock

(End of chapter)