Chapter 370 The Origin of the Seventh Heaven, the Contract of the God of Merchant
lighthouse.
On the top floor of the attic, in front of the statue of Medis.
A well-dressed little boy in a black suit with a delicate appearance said slowly:
"Gabriel's abilities are similar to mine. They are both related to sending messages. He has sent omens to the world many times."
The little boy held the scepter of the God of Shang with one hand, tugged on the bow on his collar with the other hand, and cleared his throat:
"And His main deed is to announce to the Virgin Mary the conception and birth of the Son."
Yeats mused.
Gabriel, one of the four archangels.
The power is mainly related to communication. He once came to John, the father of the Son, to explain to him the "Conception of the Holy Spirit" of his wife Mary.
To put it simply, Mary, the carpenter's wife, became pregnant as a virgin before they even married, which greatly troubled John.
For this reason, Gabriel personally went down to earth to explain to the carpenter.
This incident is also recorded in Henan Bangzi's "Christmas Hymn". (wrong)
There is a saying that Jesus was born in Zhumadian during the three days after the winter solstice...
As the highest-ranking Seraph, Gabriel has a very high status in the heavens. In terms of performance, although he is not as good as Michael, who has the performance of slaying dragons, he is also ranked above the healing apostle Raphael.
According to legend, Gabriel blew the trumpet at the Doomsday Judgment, which could be said to have kicked off the divine war. The horn he held had the ability to suppress divinity and boost morale.
"Gabriel's horn once caused great trouble to the gods. Facing that loud horn sound, the divinity in the soul realm will be weakened. Only the lyre music of the God of Light can eliminate this influence. ”
Medis said seriously:
"As the successor of the Lyre, you will inevitably encounter the hostility of the apostles. With your current strength, it is better to hide as far away from them as possible when you encounter them!"
Yeats said in his heart, not counting Uriel, the apostle of justice who volunteered to die, there are only one or two apostles who fell by my sword.
But Medis didn't notice this, which showed that the characteristics of the Silver Sword still worked.
"So after all, what is the origin of Gabriel's horn?"
Yeats was puzzled and said:
"Does Heaven also have its own divine craftsmen, or do they get help from dwarf craftsmen?"
The old name of the dwarves was 'dwarfs'. Even Thor's Hammer, one of the main artifacts, was forged by dwarven craftsmen. There is no record of any angel related to the forging field in the Holy Book, like Gabriel's Horn. , the origin of this type of sacred artifact is worthy of further investigation.
You know, sacred vessels are often related to the Son.
For example, the famous Longinus Spear was promoted from a mortal spear to a holy spear because it was contaminated with the blood of a saint.
The Holy Grail that the Knights of the Round Table had been searching for was a ritual vessel used to carry the blood of saints.
What is certain is that Gabriel's horn could never have been forged by him...most likely he inherited it from somewhere.
There was a hint of hesitation on the pretty face of the little boy in a black suit. He tilted his head and thought for a long time. Finally, he made up his mind, raised his blue eyes and looked at Yeats, and said seriously:
"Well, you will know it sooner or later anyway, so it doesn't hurt to tell you now... You should know which god is the patron saint of mankind, right?"
Each race has its own patron saint.
For example, the dragon clan’s patron saint is the platinum dragon god. Elves and orcs also have their own patron saints.
Yeats remembered the plot, but could not recall the specific name at the moment.
Seeing this, Medis sighed, shook his head helplessly and said:
"The patron saint of mankind, his name is Heimdall... I don't blame you if you can't remember it. After all, this guy has disappeared and is not as lucky as me and several other gods who survived by chance..."
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"Heimdall, he is the patron saint of mankind and the guardian of the Rainbow Bridge, guarding the bridge between the human world and the divine world."
"At the end of Ragnarok, He blew the horn called [The Howler], warning the gods and inspiring them to fight bravely."
A trace of deep nostalgia and regret flashed in Medis' eyes.
"However, in the end, he died together with the God of Trickery, and the horn in his hand disappeared..."
Yeats was stunned for a moment, realized the profound meaning contained in Medis' words, and whispered:
"You're saying that Gabriel's horn and the Rainbow Bridge Guardian's horn are actually the same artifact, just with a new layer of skin?"
Medis smiled slightly.
"Tampering with myths, plundering beliefs, and annexing artifacts is a very common thing, and it is not just one case..."
"Like the Nibelung Ring and King Solomon's Ring?" Yeats asked tentatively.
Medis was slightly surprised, blinked his big eyes, and said in surprise:
"Did the Queen of Shadows even tell you such a thing?"
"I learned about it from her by chance." Yeats said, "When he mentioned that the Ring of Nibelung was usurped, Mr. Skach's emotions fluctuated a bit."
"The flow of artifacts and the decline of faith are the price of failing to prevent the end of the world."
Medis' smile looked a little bitter.
"Even though the gods had predicted the arrival of Ragnarok early and made all efforts for it, including but not limited to exiling the demon wolf and imprisoning the giant python, fate still came unstoppably..."
"Thankfully, the God Realm has not yet completely fallen. It is still fighting against the Heaven Realm. All parties are planning for the day of judgment that will eventually come..."
"Yeats, you are the successor of the God of Light. Even I can't see clearly the variables in you."
Medeis took the lyre from Yeats, smiled slightly, and said with hope:
"I hope you can change the unchanging destiny."
Yeats could understand what Meddis meant by the 'immutable' destiny.
When the Day of Judgment arrives, the gods in this world will completely disappear, and more than half of all life on the continent will perish. Only those who believe in heaven can be saved.
As a time traveler, Yeats has no favorable impression of either the heaven or the divine world, but his current position is destined to be the enemy of the heaven.
"How far is it between heaven and the kingdom of God? How can we get there?"
Yeats asked Medis a long-standing question.
As the god of messengers, Medis is a well-informed existence even among the gods. Facing Yeats, who is expected to become the Messiah, he patiently explained:
"The World Tree holds the nine worlds high, and the gods live in Asgard, the kingdom of God above the Rainbow Bridge. You can only go there by crossing the Rainbow Bridge..."
"The reason why heaven is called heaven is because the plane where angels live is called [Seventh Heaven], and the Kingdom of God is located on the seventh level of Seventh Heaven. In fact, Seventh Heaven does not belong to one of the nine planes, but It is the blending of other planes and the World Tree..."
Yeats was suddenly startled.
"The plane of heaven does not belong to the nine worlds of the World Tree? Then where does it come from?"
Medis shook his head.
"I don't know... To be honest, even the gods of the old era know very little about the heaven. They only know that they appear out of thin air, as if they descended on the World Tree overnight."
Yeats's heart was pounding.
Vaguely, Yeats felt that he had come into contact with a very incredible piece of information.
Based on this inference, is it possible that the heavenly plane is actually a fragment from another universe that accidentally fell into this universe, causing the two factions of gods to start a battle?
But what Medis said was only one-sided. It is entirely possible that he said this to promote his own legitimacy.
If you want to truly know the cause of the creation of the heaven, you may have to go to the seventh heaven in person in the future to get a closer look.
"It's too much trouble."
At some point, the little squirrel showed up, stood on Yeats' shoulders, and muttered:
"I just want to see rivers of blood!"
Medis seemed to have just noticed the uninvisible drill teeth. He was stunned for a moment and said in surprise:
"Ratatosk? Is that you?"
"This is your Majesty, what's the problem?" Zhuan Ya said proudly, his hands on his hips, "If you have any problem, just go to Yeats!"
Yeats: "..." Such a skillful way of throwing the blame away!
Medis and Diamond seemed to know each other, Medis expressed confusion:
"How come you stay with Yeats?"
"It's too late to ask this! I've been traveling with him for more than a year!"
Zhuan Ya sighed: "You don't know how much this kid can cause trouble. It's exciting to follow him every day!"
Medis obviously knew the temper of Zuo Ya and said with a smile:
"I'm afraid that more than half of the things that happened were caused by you on his behalf."
Zuo Ya waved his claws repeatedly and said humbly:
"I am getting old, and when it comes to my ability to cause trouble, I have now taken a back seat to Yeats!"
Medis laughed dumbly, looked at Yeats, and explained:
"Ratatosk is a totem beast that has survived from the old era to this day. It was also famous in the divine world in the past... However, its current strength is not as good as before."
"I didn't expect it to follow you." Medis sighed, "Fate is really wonderful!"
This further strengthened Medis' suspicion.
A mortal who has the inheritance of the God of Light, is not afraid of divine conflicts, and is followed by divine beasts.
No wonder the gods are all vying to make him their chosen one... It's impossible to tell without paying attention and investment!
Medis' eyes flickered slightly, a little regretful, but unfortunately, I have already chosen my divine choice.
Forget it, help him repair the lyre, just consider it as my contribution.
Yeats stretched out his fingers and pressed the squirrel's plush head on his shoulder, attracting a dissatisfied look from Dian Ya.
Dental drilling is a pretty big deal.
Yeats thought to himself that all the gods who have survived from the old era to this day probably recognize this troublemaker.
When a trickster reaches the sixth level, he can master the 'transformation' technique under the illusion school.
When the time comes, you can transform into Tooth Tooth, stir up trouble, and leave the blame to Tooth Tooth...
Quietly, dusk fell, and the afterglow fell on the stone wall of the lighthouse, reflecting a golden color.
Medis concentrated his mind and stared at the lyre in his hand with all his concentration. The body of the instrument was dim and dull, and several cracks on the base were vaguely visible.
He stretched out his fingers, and his fingertips pulled out a silvery white light from the turtle shell. The turtle shell weathered and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Immediately, Medis gently placed the silver light on the crack of the lyre, and the light immediately spread along the body of the lyre towards the strings.
The strings vibrated slightly, emitting a melodious and beautiful resonance. The artistic divinity in Yeats' body stirred up, and he had an uncontrollable desire to dance with the sound of the piano.
The little boy in a black suit stared deeply at the body of the lyre, with a look of maturity and competence that did not match his appearance. He frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with the current condition of the lyre. He gritted his teeth, and a ray of golden light once again condensed on his fingertips.
Light divinity!
There was a look of distress on Medis' face.
Immediately, he injected this golden ray of light divinity into the lyre together with the energy extracted from the imperial turtle shell.
Suddenly, the lyre's brilliance circulated, and the translucent runes were like musical notes, dancing in the air!
Gray's eyes were surprised, and he reached out curiously and touched the floating rune. With a 'bang' sound, the rune shattered, and a heavenly music flowed from it!
Zhuan Ya's eyes lit up, and he also followed Gray's example, breaking the notes, and the music continued to flow.
Yeats: "..."
What audio game player?
After a while, the shining light of the lyre gradually dimmed.
Medis breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, he poked the floating notes smoothly, nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Okay, I have already helped you adjust it. Although the current lyre is not as good as the original one, it is still very useful!"
Medis did not hesitate to use the divinity of light, combined with royal-quality materials, to successfully restore the lyre from epic quality to legendary quality.
It is still far away from the original version in the hands of the God of Light, but it is enough to take Yeats' bard magic to a new level!
Yeats took the lyre from Meddis and strummed a minor tune.
The quality of the music has improved greatly. Gray on the side closed his eyes and couldn't help but be intoxicated by it.
Yeats couldn't put it down and said with a smile:
"Thank you, Senior Medis!"
Medis' face turned slightly pale, and the body built by the traveler's divinity looked slightly dim. It seemed that repairing the lyre consumed a lot of his divinity.
However, the corner of his mouth still raised a smile, and he shook the scepter in his hand to express that you were not welcome, and said:
"Compared with the quiet Afternoon Song of the Faun, the music of the Bright Lyre is more sunny and warm..."
According to Medis’ explanation, the lyre comes with the music spell [Dance with Orders]. The target enveloped by the ‘Dance with Orders’ spell will be swallowed up by a strong desire to dance and cannot make any response except dancing.
"What kind of piano girl's ultimate move..." Yeats secretly complained.
"Then it's time for me to go back."
Standing in the afterglow, Medeis stared at Yeats, elegantly took off his hat and saluted, his eyes flickered, and he smiled:
"The next time we meet, I hope you are already a strong man at the sanctuary level, Yeats."
"Please wait!"
Yeats made a request, saying that he wanted to learn a contract spell from Medis, the god of commerce.
The headless horseman Kelya masters the death contract [Soul Brand] taught by the centaur Charon, but Yeats himself does not know any contract spells.
The contract school is mainly reflected in the fact that after breaking the contract, you will suffer the backlash of the contract.
The famous ‘Ten Commandments of Moses’ are essentially a kind of contract magic.
"The contract spell I master is mainly applicable to business contracts and does not belong to the master-servant contract... But since you want to learn it, I will teach you. This spell is called [Contract of the Merchant God]..."
Those who violate the contract with the God of Commerce will be cursed and prone to losing a lot of wealth for no reason.
Even for the Sixth Ring Master, wealth is linked to cultivation resources, which is equivalent to one's net worth and life. The price of violating the contract with the God of Merchant is quite high.
With the personal guidance of the Messenger God, Yeats quickly mastered this contract spell.
At the same time, Yeats's text message technique gained the divinity of a messenger and could send messages to the underworld across planes.
The same cannot be said for the Shadow Realm... that place is not under the control of Medis. The ability to send messages to the underworld is also due to Medis' authority of "Guide to the Underworld".
Night falls.
Medis' divine form gradually dissipated.
Yeats rubbed the gleaming lyre in his hand, recalling Medis' prophecy in his mind, and murmured to himself:
"I participated in the trial of the Moonlight God as the Dark Night God's Chosen, and I will definitely not be able to hide it from the Moon God..."
"But my situation is special, and the Moon Goddess has a kind personality. I can use the excuse of "needing treatment" to get her forgiveness..."
"As for the Night Goddess, when they see me becoming the Moonlight God's Chosen, they will not blame me, but will direct their anger at the Moonlight Goddess..."
Yeats had mixed emotions, feeling a little sorry for these two goddesses.
But in order to prepare for the Knights Conference, we cannot rely solely on dark night magic, we must contain the dark night divinity, so this trip to the Moonlight Sect is a must.
Yeats looked to the sky.
The Moonlight Goddess and the Night Goddess are probably going to fight each other again...
Whatever.
Yeats was heartbroken.
At worst, live music will be played to add to the fun, and then music and dancing will continue!
(End of chapter)