Chapter four hundred and seventy seventh like a duck in water
City of Angels·Underground Temple of Death.
The huge banquet hall has obviously been transformed by 'supernatural' forces. From the outside, it looks like a small room, but when you walk inside, it is as large as a football field.
There is only one hundred-meter-long dining table in the hall, which is huge and abrupt in the middle. Guests who enter the banquet hall are led by a mysterious cloaked man and sit silently on one side of the giant dining table.
After a faint sound of flames rising, hundreds of magic lamps began to illuminate. These common lamps on the line were embedded in Canaanite-style sculptures, all of which were kneeling and holding torches with both hands.
The white tablecloth also has a strong original style. It is hand-woven, and the materials are obviously different from the various known fibers. From the moment a gray-haired old scientist sits down, his eyes and hands cannot be separated from these rough textures.
Texture, his lips trembled, and he murmured words that no one could hear clearly.
Another group of people walked in. They were all women, wearing slim-fitting black robes. Although they pretended to be calm and serious, their active eyes still exposed their identities.
Not bad, player.
The appearance of the player forced some guests back to reality, and incredible emotions surged up again.
What's happening?
Who can tell me?
The boundary between reality and "virtual" has been broken, and everyone seems to be in a "fairy tale" like "Alice in Wonderland".
In such a banquet hall, the host with system words sitting on the opposite side of his head, and player believers as waiters, brought out large and small silver plates.
The lid of the dinner plate was lifted, revealing a dazzling array of food inside.
The food is mostly meat and baked. There are birds as big as turkeys, animals that look like cats and dogs, green plants, and a bunch of drinks that look like mushroom soup... Finally, there is a wine glass for each person.
The player waiters lined up behind the guests, pouring them wine that smelled of lemon and a little bit bitter...
God!
Am I dreaming?
There were more than a hundred guests. Naturally, it was impossible for everyone to have a secret conversation with the host. Smith, among others, could only watch Bai Gong and the representatives of the plutocrats enter the secret room. He was furious for missing such an extraordinary meeting. What if
It had already happened outside, but here...
He glanced at the badge hanging on the wall in front of him in fear and quickly lowered his head. Later, angry at his cowardice, he raised his head and stared at the badge for several seconds.
After using this method to regain his self-esteem and confidence as a 'civilized and modern person', he withdrew his gaze, twisted his body uncomfortably, and found that his underwear had been wet with cold sweat.
The dining table, which was hundreds of meters long, was occupied by all kinds of 'delicacies'. Candlesticks that looked like classical works of art illuminated the dining table, but the host and guests remained motionless, as silent as sculptures.
With a bell ringing, the small door at the front of the banquet hall near the Holy Emblem opened, and the host and guest representatives who had finished their confidential conversation appeared in the banquet hall with dangerous faces.
The host's smile was relaxed, while the guest's smile was a little forced.
Smith saw his compatriot again and subconsciously raised his hand to greet him. Philip returned his extremely stern look, took a step back, and bowed like the others.
"stand up!"
Smith stood up smartly, bent down and lowered his head uncontrollably, and then heard a very light footsteps.
Step, step...
The footsteps moved from left to right, from far to near. One moment they were outside, the next moment they were inside, the next moment they were on the left front, and the next moment they were at the side.
The hairs all over Smith's body stood on end. He smelled an intoxicating fragrance and wanted to look up, but found that his body was as stiff as if it had been petrified. He could only see a soft, fluffy patch of hair with the corner of his eye.
The hem of her skirt passed by her side, then disappeared, then reappeared in the distance.
"Welcome!"
"This is the messenger from the kingdom of our Lord God, His Excellency the Archangel of Eltemia."
God, angel!?
Smith suddenly found that he could move, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the so-called angel.
But he only saw a patch of light, a non-dazzling but dazzling light emitted from the wings, and then his eyes were burned and he couldn't help but look away.
"...let's get started"
"Guests, please take a seat and enjoy the delicious food."
Smith sat down in confusion. The tableware included both knives and forks as well as chopsticks. He clumsily picked up two sticks that were completely white. With the help of the smiling, attentive, and deliberate player believer waiter, he cut a round piece of...
I put something like a potato on my dinner plate and took a bite like I was sleepwalking.
boom!
The food in his mouth was like an explosion, giving him an extremely rich and real taste, and also awakening his confused head.
It was only then that he discovered that his colleagues, companions, and bosses were even worse than him, being submissive and describing themselves as puppets.
——It can’t be like this.
However, just when he mustered up all his strength to make a sound, an extremely pleasant but indescribable voice said: "There is no central intelligence, there is only the Canaanite world led by the God of Creation and the Hall of Gods."
As soon as the words were spoken, an invisible storm swept everywhere, and an invisible explosion occurred in the consciousness of every guest.
"Remember, this is the final answer and the prerequisite for cooperation and dialogue!"
For a moment, even the heartbeat stopped.
Another thought came to Smith's mind.
"Yes, but you must abide by the rules, customs and order of Canaan. Dialogue in the same context is extremely important. I have already explained this to the distinguished guest representatives."
Smith subconsciously looked at the representatives of Hundred Palaces and Wealth.
One of them noticed his gaze, turned around, and gave him an extremely complicated look.
From the beginning to the end, no one glanced at the end of the dining table, where the angel was sitting. It was not that they were unwilling, but that they were unable.
"Since many guests still have doubts, I might as well make another explanation here: first, context, second, actual actions that fit the context, third, exchanges and cooperation have begun, and fourth, the only way to deepen this cooperation
Ways to strengthen this context and use practical actions to express sincerity to the temples of the gods under the Creation God system."
"This sincerity is placed in the open... I emphasize again that context is the premise of everything!"
context!
Smith quickly looked left and right, and judging from the expressions of most people, they had not yet realized what it meant.
But he understood, and he tentatively spoke again, and he was indeed able to say what he was going to say, "Please... may I ask, Your Excellency, what do we need to do... to contribute more to the great cause of the resistance army?"
?”
Smith seemed to see an angel nodding in appreciation, "You are worldly, and the worldly order and rights should be perfected in Canaan, in the system, under the witness and supervision of the temple of the gods."
"Excuse me, sir, what do you mean by secular order and rights?" The more Smith spoke, the freer he became. He felt that all aspects of his physiology and psychology were returning to normal, and he even had the urge to look over there.
"You have a territory, but you have not identified its owner, nor have you sworn allegiance to the great Duke of Normandy... This is not good."
"ah?"
Smith never expected to get such an answer. After a moment of confusion, his mind woke up. Combining the context, rules, customs and order mentioned above, his eyes suddenly became clear and he understood what the other party wanted to express.
Just as he was about to confirm, the other party said, "Okay, let's enjoy a delicious meal first!"
This meal was really indescribable. Not to mention the taste, I didn’t even know what I was eating.
After the meal, Smith still wanted to communicate. The host had already stood up and pushed Philip out as if to see off the guests. "...This is the plenipotentiary representative of our church." Then, the NPCs with words above their heads
The collective disappeared.
It's like it never existed.
"The national server should have a lord!"
More than an hour later, in the living room on the first floor of Philip's residence in the City of Angels, the situation had been completely reversed.
This black boy who was originally born in the slums has been able to sit on an equal footing with the representatives of the Hundred Palaces and the consortium. Kaikai is not inferior in the slightest, "The national uniform does not fit the context of Canaan. The narrative of the nobility and lord system is the correct one."
On the way, the church hopes that you can take the lead in setting an example, elect a player, be canonized, baptized and swear allegiance."
"...What are the requirements for this candidate?" asked the representative of Baigong.
"First, he must be a player, second, he must be able to exercise the A2 authority of the national server, and third... finally, let him live up to his name and be able to convince the public. The first two are must-choices, and the last one is just a suggestion."
The representatives looked at each other, and the chaebol representative asked, "What can we get?"
"As the first national server to set an example, it will be promoted to a higher level."
"A2 to A1?" someone asked impatiently.
"Originally, I could only be a viscount. After I upgrade one level, I will naturally become an earl... Pay attention to the context, gentlemen!" The Black Pharaoh dealt with these big shots very skillfully.
"If it's A1, we can bypass the Chinese people." Baigong's representative whispered, "We have initially achieved our goal... But what about the Central Intelligent Brain and that person? Why is it just... NPC?"
"That person?", the Black Pharaoh asked.
"Okay, okay, the Church of Death is not bad!", the chaebol representative said quickly: "Shall we go back and discuss it?"
It should be discussed carefully.
At this moment, everyone has not fully recovered from the huge shock, and their minds are occupied by the requests made by the NPC of the Death Church.
National uniform - lord - noble title - enfeoffment!?
God!
If you didn't experience it yourself, no one would believe it, no one.
"You guy!" When sending people away, Smith was the last one, grabbed Phillip, and whispered through gritted teeth: "Don't forget what our original intention was."
Philip smiled and whispered: "We still need more people."
"What did you say in the secret room?"
“The Lord has sent down an oracle and sent messengers from the Kingdom of God.”
Thinking of the angel, Smith lowered his head and his eyes flickered, "What else?"
"And... the Internet exists."
"nonsense!"
"It used to be just a shadow, or an illusion brought back by the player, but now it's different. The Lord can pass through it and show his will... The door in the Magic City is very important."
"Don't be dismissive of me, I'm talking about that person, that person!"
“The Lord said, the eyes of the Creator are always watching.”
"...Why...why doesn't he show up?"
"Watch your words!"
"Okay, your dear, great lord, why don't you go to the road?"
"How do I know?"
"you……"
"The result is the same, isn't it? Miracles will start from this city. The Internet...can be in our hands, leaving the Chinese far behind...isn't that okay?"
"That's all?"
"That's all!"
The people walking in front were aware of it. Smith finally tapped his compatriot's chest as a warning, then showed a nervous smile and quickened his pace: "I said, aren't you hungry? Damn it, what did we eat just now?"
Who knows? I feel like I ate a lot of air. Could it be an illusion? We are in a collective dream?"
No one paid attention to him, everyone was preoccupied.
Outside the residence, Philip stopped and the guests got into the cars one after another, saying hello silently and leaving.
Philip waved his hand and waited until the last car left the parking lot in front of the door before he stopped smiling.
"Wow, wow, look, let's take a look, isn't this the Black Pharaoh? I thought I saw the commander-in-chief just now!"
A loud voice came out from the deep shadows of the trees, and a large group of players waited until all those people left before appearing.
The leader is actually an orc!
"Haha!", this guy strode over, "Chinese people have a proverb, how do you say it, like a fish back in the water? Right? Everyone?"
Many players have 'acquired' online races and changed their appearance invariably.
"Guess what, I feel like I'm back at that base again!", a dwarf shouted, and a lot of people behind him echoed.
"You guys!" Black Pharaoh followed up one by one with fist bumps and hugs, and then looked at the more new immigrants under the steps, "As you can see, here, we gather together, our
The power can be transferred from online to offline. It may still be hazy and may be a little out of shape, but when our number is large enough, the network signal will be stable!"
"Yes, we are going to change this place, we are going to change this city, in fact, it is already changing!"
"This is the City of Angels, and I like the City of Miracles... A new order, a new life, and miracles will begin from the land beneath our feet!"
"What are you waiting for? Cheer!"
Sporadic cheers rang out among the new immigrants, but more were indeed shock, fear and suspicion.
"What's this nigger talking about?"
"... He said he could bring back online professions, levels, equipment... and even abilities?"
"God, am I dreaming?"
"Look at those guys, orcs, elves, dwarves... are they really making a movie? The camera is there, where is the director?"
"I knew it, I knew there was a major conspiracy here, I knew it!"
“Is everything said online true?”
"What should I do? I want to go home, I'm a little scared"
