Chapter 536: The coming of cold and the coming of summer
The temperature in Liyue Port gradually turns cooler in the afternoon. The temperature difference between day and night in the harbor is already huge. Liyue is about to enter the coldest period of the year. At the same time, the Hai Lantern Festival is only half a month away.
At this time in previous years, Morax would always recall those bright afternoons when he, Gui Zhong, A Ping, and Liu Yun would enjoy the rare good weather at the seaside among the clouds.
The sun is warm and dry, the land is filled with a light fragrance, and there is a gentle sea breeze blowing on your face.
In such a warm and peaceful weather, everyone was very comfortable. Morax sat on a stone bench and carefully tasted the new tea from Qiaoyingzhuang under the setting sun; Liuyun yawned and played with the ingenious creations in his hands.
, the parts were scattered all over the table; after all, I was sitting on the beach with my legs curled up, smiling and reaching out to catch the small fish in the shallows.
Under the sun, everything is so rich that it seems to be dripping. The sea water is as clear and rich as a gemstone, and the plants are also a deep emerald green, like an oil painting by the Fontaine painter.
But this kind of leisurely life only lasted for a short period of time. The haze of the demon war quickly enveloped the entire continent of Teyvat. Demon gods from all walks of life fought fiercely and exhausted all their mechanisms, just to fight for the seven remaining gods.
throne.
In the end, no one of the former friends remained, and even his death as a demon was no exception.
Unprecedented loneliness lingers around the victorious Rock King. The vision of protecting the world has been realized, but in this prosperous age, old friends will no longer be able to see each other.
Even on the magic-filled continent of Teyvat, resurrection from the dead is extremely difficult and has few precedents. However, Morax never gave up the search and even paid a visit to several of the original shadows.
All kinds of clues finally point to the ancient war country that once brought the dead back to life, but overturned the destined order.
However, after listening to Famas's revelation about the resurrection ceremony, Zhongli was still inevitably disappointed.
The method of resurrection spread by Munata is not as good as the faith-based god-making method used by Yinyuan Hall.
In the minds of most old-school Liyue people, the soul and body of the deceased are extremely valuable and cannot be desecrated. According to the method provided by Famas, if the body and soul are incomplete and are not the original body, how can they be said to be dead?
And resurrected?
Even if the meat sacrifice ceremony hosted by Ning Lan was not successful, it was actually a body made for the gods through faith and the throne of the gods was lit. It was not like Heulia, who was reduced to a creation caused by the coincidence of many factors.
Maybe the younger generation will say, similar appearance, same memory and behavior, how can it not be considered resurrection?
But unfortunately, Zhongli is an extremely old-school Liyue god. In his eyes, Munata's resurrection ritual only created a copy of the deceased, and the lost thing never returned.
He was much more disappointed, so he could naturally adjust his mentality quickly. All kinds of thoughts flashed through Zhongli's mind like meteors. In the end, the emperor didn't ask anything, just looked at the sea level at the end of the south pier behind Famas, and suddenly
Sigh.
At this moment, the traveler was still immersed in the history told by Famas. The silly little Paimon was the first to come to his senses and quickly asked: "But those resurrected Liyue people, don't they also have...souls?"
Paimon's words made Famas burst into laughter, while Zhongli frowned slightly.
"The people of Liyue who were killed in the war were resurrected through the rules of this world, and there are quite a few parts that should be included."
"They can still choose to sell their souls to "Black Mameni" in exchange for the accidental favor of fate."
"It's just that the Fools are not so lucky. They are the defeated party and can only reshape their bodies from the original materials. Of course, the memories of those pioneer soldiers are most likely incomplete... But it doesn't matter how much they have. After all, they are alive.
It’s better than death.”
Famas folded his arms across his chest with determination. His words also explained why the soldiers cremated in the Fools' Factory did not rekindle from the ashes like the people of Liyue, but appeared directly in their memories.
Final location of preservation.
"So without a soul, you can't use elemental power?"
The traveler struggled to take in all the information and spoke.
Thinking that she could use elemental power freely without the eye of god, Yingmei once again became confused about the nature of elemental power.
"Of course not. The strength of the soul only represents the person's talent in magic and alchemy. The lack of a soul just means that they cannot sense the ether energy in magic, nor can they judge the best time for alchemical transformation through inspiration. But to say
The elemental power...as long as the Order of Seven recognizes it, anyone can use it."
"However, the [Lost Soul] cannot be given the Eyes of God, because without a soul, the fragments of power cannot perceive their wishes, and the gods with authority cannot respond."
"But when I was young, I gave away a lot of the powers of the demon gods. Basically all Munata people can use elemental power, so the strength of their own souls doesn't matter."
"If they feel that they are not strong enough, then go and make contributions on the battlefield. The demon gods in Munata's treasury have so much authority that all legion commanders, leaders and marshals can use them at will and replace them as needed."
Famas spread his hands and made a normal expression.
The demonic power that the world so longs for, and even rarely sees in its lifetime, is like a replaceable part of a machine in Famas's description, which can be replaced at any time when it is worn out.
Zhong Ligui is the Martial God Emperor of Liyue, and countless demon gods have been buried in his hands. Naturally, he will not make a fuss about some authority. He is still secretly thinking about the information provided by Famas, and then wants to confirm whether the souls of the people of Liyue are alive.
In perfect condition.
And Wendy had already sat on the stone railing as thick as an arm at some point, swinging her legs back and forth and shaking her head, seemingly not caring about the topic of their chat at all.
"Okay, now all the confusion has been answered?"
Famas waved his hand, first looked at the traveler who was holding his chin in thought and little Paimon who was scratching his head, and then turned to look at Wendy who was playing the harp.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After noticing Famas's gaze, the little poet's blue sky-colored eyes contained a gentle smile. He put away his harp, tilted his head and folded his hands,
Wai blinked his eyes obediently, and then just stared at the other person motionlessly, as if sending an invitation to go with him.
"...I'm in a hurry. If I want to talk to Wendy, I need to go first."
"You guys can sleep by yourself tonight, I won't go back to the hotel!"
Famas successfully understood the meaning of the little poet's expression, and a rare soft smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He quickly came to Wendy's side, directly put his arms around the poet's delicate neck, and then moved towards the traveler and Paimon.
He raised his chin.
Zhongli beside him shook his head slightly when he heard the words. This guy and the drunkard poet from Mondstadt got together. Apart from having fun, what other important things could he do?
Not to mention that Famas' eyes at this moment are like a lustful king who is about to make a wrong decision that will affect the future of the country under the temptation of beauty, and Wendy, a glib poet, deliberately pretends to be innocent and naive.
appearance.
"Hey, wait...I, I still have something to ask..."
Paimon raised his hand to stop him, but the words of emergency food obviously did not carry much weight. Famas hugged Wendy, who did not resist at all, and climbed directly over the stone railing of Yiyan Palace Square, jumped to the top of Feiyunpo Covered Bridge, and then
Follow the roof of the building toward Tianheng Mountain.
"Hey! Don't leave! Damn stinking guarantee guy!"
Paimon was so angry that he waved his small fists on the spot, but looking at the figure gradually disappearing from the field of vision, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and say harshly:
"...No one will wait for you! And you are not allowed to sleep with us in the future!"