0588 Chapter Twelve: The Not Eternal Dusk (Section 55)
"Look carefully, this is not your spell,"
In the center of the classroom, Misha on the computer screen prompted: "You only see the appearance of the skills you are good at..."
"No! It's not the appearance, it's the foundation! It's the law of heaven and earth..." Mei Bixi said excitedly.
"Calm down (uДu〃)" Misha's face on the screen turned into a sighing emoji: "That is indeed the way of heaven, but it is not the avenue that you monks are pursuing, but the will of the local world."
"You mean..." Mei Bixi showed an expression of disbelief.
Misha's smiling expression returned to her screen: "(*^_^) In the universe, where else can I find the authority that can divide the world's will besides the Blood Candle Castle?
Chengcheng’s class this time was originally designed by the teacher to give up the master’s authority.”
The corners of Mei Bixi's eyes twitched, and she tried her best to maintain a calm appearance, but she complained: "I have been busy opening up the Kingdom of God for so many years, and I have never seen her help me once."
The tone changes a thousand times, all full of sourness and sorrow.
In response to such complaints, Misha made a big cross on the screen and explained: "Your way is different from that of the teacher.
Being able to give you open permissions and allow you to plunder the world at will is an exaggerated favor in itself.
Most of what Chengcheng did this time was actually the teacher’s original wish. Don’t you feel that the ‘extracurricular teaching’ activities for all of us have become very frequent recently?”
"You mean..." Mei Bixi's expression became extremely cautious.
What answered her was the second ringtone that rarely appeared in the classroom.
At this moment, her wings looked more tattered than usual, and they were rusty and looked like they would turn into ashes if touched. Only her voice was still soft and weak, arousing pity:
"The cruelest era is coming..."
Homeworld.
Elogensi closed the entrance to the Kingdom of the Underworld. With full calculations, nearly 300 million undead souls were isolated by her in that land that did not belong to the world.
She is now the true owner of the Kingdom of the Underworld. The souls of the dead who fall into it will also be quickly assimilated by the Underworld, and eventually become miserable souls completely enslaved by the God of Death.
Behind her, someone was picking up the bodies and caring for the wounded.
But more people surrounded Navis's two giant-wheeled sports cars and knelt down devoutly.
On the roof of the car, the saint was preaching loudly:
"...The elusive sage of trickery, the girl of chaos who teases the truth, and the only master of the mysteries of speech. His true name is - [Poet of the Preface]!
She is our savior, the dawn of hope! She is the bridge connecting the past and the future, knowledge and civilization.
She once walked beside us and is one of our ancestors. At this moment, she is still fighting for our life and death!
She speaks as she pleases; she manipulates the general trend of the world with her hands; she can do whatever she wants and subvert the suffering imposed on us by the gods!
Death is her sister, and time also surrenders to her greatness! Believe in her! Believe in [Muricide Poet], we will win back the most glorious era for mankind! We will gain vitality in the coming disaster!"
The driver's seat at the feet of the saint, and the on-board instruments being adjusted by the female captain, transmit the saint's preaching to the whole world using the long-wave radio channel fixed by Hope Thetis.
In the eternal night cellar where the bone marrow is chilled, on the scorching sun seaside where you need to wear full-body fireproof clothing when going out, in the twilight plain where mutated monsters are rampant, in the ruins of cities that were once abandoned by the old era...
Thousands of human beings knelt down devoutly, prayed with the saint, and offered their meager but sincere faith.
People want to believe it.
Part of the reason is the influence of the three major forces on their populations and scattered shelters, and part of the reason is the expectations of the people who are suffering after the end of the world;
But more importantly, it is what human beings experienced in just a moment, a real personal experience.
Under the will of the world that already has a master, they can vaguely feel it...
Nothing the saint preached was exaggerated.
That's right, after consulting Qu Yun's intentions through Misha, Ai Luogansi and Justice all joined Zhen Cheng's pantheon, anchored in the earth that was about to become a god's domain, and became her slave gods.
This certainly does not mean that they need to worship Zhen Cheng when they see him from now on. In the eyes of the disciples of Blood Candle Castle, this is more like a power-sharing contract.
Investors put their power on a promising business and become shareholders. Zhen Cheng is equivalent to becoming the general manager of operating these capitals. Of course, this includes her own share.
Just like the lords in the Middle Ages collected taxes and legislation in their respective territories to form absolutely independent rule, but legally they still needed to go to war for their king.
The gods locked into the pantheon will build a solid community of interests with the main god as the core.
If you suffer a loss, you will suffer a loss; if you suffer a loss, you will both be prosperous.
At the same time, the divine responsibilities among the gods are complementary and the divine power is connected. Everyone who joins them can master and use certain abilities and miracles in the divine system that they would otherwise be unable to achieve independently.
So far, the goddesses in the Archeology Department of Blood Candle Castle are all independent in terms of divinity.
In fact, many people had tried to propose joining Qu Yun's pantheon, but the charming Bai Qiehei refused.
There is no shortage of beautiful and gentle goddesses in the land of Wanwo, and Qu Yun never brings her group of disciples to play with.
Of course, this was just a joke and no one would take it seriously. However, Qu Yun did reject the disciples' request to join the pantheon. She seemed to have other plans for all this.
After Oka Neuron received the teacher's suggestion conveyed by Misha, Justice thought about it in detail for a long time and finally chose to accept it.
Zhen Cheng... seems to be the most special one among us?
In the special classroom of the Archeology Department, where the seats were arranged according to the nine major camps, several other people who learned the news were also thoughtful. Only the heartless Sabu was still snoring.
Letting the disciples establish a pantheon and merge the pantheon is undoubtedly a major decision.
No matter for the small Archaeological Department of Blood Candle Castle, or for the huge world.
The gears of history that had been stagnant for tens of thousands of years began to move again at this moment.
Zhen clan land.
After the giant fist collided with the peak, they both shattered.
Countless boulders trailing flaming tails, carrying ears and knuckles of all sizes that would make mortals go crazy just looking at them.
Living creatures within a radius of dozens of kilometers would only think that the sky was falling when they looked up.
Then soon, they died in a meteor shower of debris.
[The furious audience] did not stop being angry.
The severe pain and the ant's resistance plunged it into a deeper rage.
Facing the last third punch of the combo, Zhen Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, eyes wide open, and a smile on his face.