Chapter 860: Plunder Ideas
Perhaps it is just as ancient rumors describe - the laws, interests and emotions of ordinary humans are completely meaningless in the vast universe. When the stars reach a certain position, the Great Old Ones will reappear on earth.
However, in the dreamland, the stars in the distant sky are regarded as evil existences. They are always hostile to the dreamland. After the catastrophic divine war, whether the ruler will reappear in the world is no longer determined by the stars. The location is determined.
Perhaps the second half of the sentence did not originally mean this. It actually refers to the blood moon that destroyed civilization in the waking world. It is just that scholars have confused the concepts of the old, gods and alien gods.
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For most people in the dreamland, they know very clearly that the gods they serve are nearby, either on the top of the mountain or in the deep sea. In short, they are not too far away, and they must be in the same world as themselves.
This is particularly prominent in the Forgotten Southern Territory.
The descendants of the gods now live on Oriba Island. If this is the case, the distance between the inferiors and the gods can be said to be infinitely close.
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The core settlement in this area was once controlled by the noble goddess of pleasure, Lysalia.
At least that's what the legend says.
But I don’t know since when, the gods have never visited their back garden, and soon after, people no longer found traces of the Goddess of Joy appearing in the southern realm.
This is why the Bloodborne belief system has been conducting joyful rituals with increasing frequency recently.
Those who serve and the descendants of the gods on Oriba Island are slowly falling into panic and madness. They think that they are no longer favored by the gods, and that this land is about to be completely abandoned by the gods...
So they began to try their best to "save" something, and the only thing they mastered and was good at was the joyful sacrifice that killed people.
Coupled with the continuous disappearance of the incarnations of holy objects, that is, the disappearance of divine envoys, the entire southern belief system headed by Oriba Island and Muta is already shaky.
It seems that if the three sad ladies had not overturned in the hands of Milo, or if they were not so eager to find Nanwei City, the faith of all the settlements in the vast southern sea area would have been swallowed up by them.
"Old witches are too impatient after all."
Milo, who saw clearly the situation in the southern border, couldn't help but sigh.
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At this time, more than half an hour had passed since he left Nanwei City again.
After experiencing several encounters with the descendants of the Gods, Milo finally took the initiative to visit Oriba Island for the first time.
Just as described in the rumors, Oriba Island, the largest island in the center of the southern border, indeed has the huge faces of ancient gods engraved on the several silent volcanic peaks on the island. They are majestic, serious, and somewhat similar. Mount Rushmore National Memorial in the world Milo remembered.
There are many huge ships docked in the waters around the island. Those behemoths are even bigger and more luxurious than the giant ships Milo had seen outside Nanwei City before.
As a gathering place of faith, the center of the Southern Territory, and a place where the descendants of the gods live, Oriba Island naturally has a large number of guards. From the inside to the outside, they are almost all blood believers with high spiritual vision.
With the skills of these guys, they should be able to find good jobs in other temples outside the southern border. Even if they join the team of scavengers, they will at least have a worry-free life of eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling. How can they afford to give up to a group of "gangsters" here? Seed” to be a servant.
For these devout blood believers, the descendants of the gods can beat, abuse and abuse them at will, just like they treat the slaves at the bottom.
On the other hand, the Bloodborne believers still believe that this is a matter of course. The descendants of the Gods have the highest authority here, and whoever dares to resist will be a heinous sinner. There are even blood visioners who, after being violently and humiliated by the descendants of the gods, not only do not have any hatred, but feel that they have received great favor...
"A sickeningly twisted belief system."
Milo commented this way.
"Although the three ladies deserve to die, at least their exchange mechanism is real, not blood-based like Oriba Island."
"So are we here for an academic research expedition?" Rick followed Milo with a notebook and pencil. Behind him was Adamir Renly, who was holding a parasol.
"What do you think will happen if we smash the statue on this mountain?" Adamir proposed a very rebellious idea.
But no one paid any attention to him.
Milo looked at the tall, twisted faces on the volcano, and murmured thoughtfully: "I was thinking about the sequence of steps for preaching. The Scarlet Witch has taught everything, but this has never been the case. Didn’t tell me that.”
"Are you planning to plunder the power of faith in the South?" Rick asked after thinking for a while.
"Yes, why not?" Milo nodded and said: "Other temples have turned their attention here. They know that the gods are lost, and naturally they also know that the back gardens of the gods have become a land of no one, and this place is no longer It is sacred and inviolable. The sudden appearance of the slaves of the Lord of Fire yesterday was a signal. If I don't strike first, this place will soon be filled with countless prisoners' flies."
"Flies are bad. I don't like flies. It means the body is starting to rot." Rick often blurted out irrelevant words.
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Milo has long been used to it.
"So how do you plan to take all the power of faith here as your own? Will you go to the joyful ceremony to mate with those believers?" Adamir said in a surprising way.
"???"
Rick was the first to ask: "Can the faith of you southerners only be linked to the lower body?"
"The upper body is also okay." Adamir replied seriously.
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"Shut up. Wait until I finish talking and you can discuss the upper body and lower body." If it weren't for the special plan, Milo really didn't want to travel with these two weirdos.
"First of all, I'm really not very good at the magic sticks. The order of the three goddesses is not under my control. Moreover, the system in the Southern Territory is different from other temples. It's like a piece of primitive soil waiting to be reclaimed. , so I plan to use the most original method.”
"..." Rick and his apprentice both quietly waited for Milo's next words.
Later, they discovered that they had overestimated the humanity of the superior person in front of them.
Because what Milo asked them to do was to replicate the experience of the Golden Rule Church's rise in Nanwei City.
Let's start a big plague first, and then get rid of the big plague. That's OK.
"..."
(End of chapter)