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Chapter 525 Chapter 520 · "Where's his name?"

The first tribe, the square where the succession ceremony is being held, has been covered by the rain barrier in the air, and the poisonous rain cannot invade it.

All the ethnic groups kneeling around to pay their respects to the succession ceremony, they all recited their prayers silently with pious expressions.

Smoked river fish, wild animal meat and other sacrifices were placed on the altar, and the bonfire was burning and dancing.

Wearing a blood-colored sacrificial crown and a black sacrificial robe, the young patriarch knelt in front of the statue of Baishen Larsas and began to communicate with the gods.

Although the official statement of the vault is that Baishen is dead, some elders and people still firmly believe that Baishen is just sleeping. , he still tried to communicate with Baishen according to the oracle in the past.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

Accompanied by the muffled sound of Qatari drums, girls with silver bracelets and women in black veils stepped out of the ethnic queue and began to sing and dance emotionally.They sang babbling soft words, dancing together with the heavy drums that beat like a heartbeat, colorful silk cloth mixed with bright silver ornaments, soft and beautiful tunes combined with steady and dull beats, A scene of sacrificial rituals with a very tribal style was formed.

The saint in a plain skirt walked towards the high platform, and the young patriarch on the high platform was whispering to the god statue.

"Lord Larsas..." Chief Feng bowed his head and whispered Baishen's name.

As the "son of Baishen", he should have chanted praise, desire and devotion to Baishen on such an occasion, and then successfully took over the position of patriarch, released the full power of the black python's authority, and became an unrivaled powerhouse in the sky. Exist, kill other competitors, and win the Hundred Man War.

However, at this moment, there was only confusion in his heart.

Only yesterday, he learned the truth about Qiongdi, and the idea of ​​more than ten years had been shattered in an instant.

"...Master Baishen, you are a fictional product of outsiders, so...is my belief wrong?" He said.

His voice was so low that no one could hear him except the saint who was very close to him.

This should not be said when praying to the gods, it is completely different from the sacrificial language he has learned in the past ten years.

He was just asking him, who had been struggling to believe in him for more than ten years——

——Is it all really worth it?
His beliefs...his philosophy...his vision of inheriting the tribe and spreading the glory of the Hundred Gods to every corner of the vault...are all just things that have been guided by man.

So what is he living his life for?
The saint in a plain dress walked up the steps and walked beside him.

"You have turned your back on the oldest god, the God of Jiushen Erya." The saint said: "He is your true belief, but you have been deceived by outsiders and have betrayed your true belief. You have made up outsiders The gods who came out are regarded as righteous gods, but your ancient true gods are regarded as evil gods..."

"How do you know this?" Feng Chang looked at the saint.

Logically speaking, this most foolish and loyal tribal saint who wanted to sacrifice her life to the gods could not know these long-buried truths.

"Answer my question first." The saint said: "You who already know the truth, what are you going to do? Will you announce the truth and guide people back to the faith of God of Nine?"

Her sea blue eyes were firmly fixed on Feng Chang.

At this time, the sacrificial words chanted by the people in a low voice, and the sonorous and high-pitched chanting voices of the women poured into his ears like a cold wind.

His eyes swept over the golden statue, the candlelight with green smoke, the gorgeously dressed women, the shirtless drummers, and the praying elders with their eyes closed...everything he could see with his naked eyes Scan the landscape.

The sacrificial crown on his head made him a little out of breath. He who suddenly learned the truth at this juncture could not keep his inner calm at all.

The truth is deceived, foolish people exist in every corner of the sky, and the only orthodox believer, Siber, is exiled as a heretic...

After a while, he spoke.

"...that's it," he said.

"what?"

"The truth that is not worth revealing should be buried." He said: "The past of Nine Gods has been forgotten by everyone. Hastily announcing the truth will only cause everyone to collapse and rebound. Now the vault, the concentration of curses They are getting higher and higher, and they can no longer withstand a wave of turmoil in their beliefs. Maintaining the current situation is the best way."

The saint's eyes moved slightly.

"Whether we believe in the real god or a god fabricated by outsiders... that is also our god, I will not... wantonly change the belief of the ethnic group." Feng Chang said.

"You want to hide the truth? Even if you already know that the Baishen you believe in is just a fiction and a lie? You want to continue the status quo and continue to hide everything about the true God Jiushen?" said the saint.

Feng Chang got up, his legs were a little numb after kneeling for a long time, he stood still, and then opened his mouth to the saint.

"—a god who cannot save the people is not a god at all." He said this sentence again.

Although Baishen is only a fictional image of outsiders, he has gathered enough faith five years ago to truly descend and turn into a sky to protect the people.Then He really existed.

And Jiushen who has lost his heart...is destined to be destroyed in the dust of the past.The people of the ethnic group will not accept the truth that Nine Gods are the righteous gods, and it is impossible for them to immediately turn around and believe in the "evil gods" that have been despised by generations of them.

Only by continuing the status quo, maintaining the lies, and allowing him to bear the cruel truth alone is the best way to make Qiongdi more stable.

...Even if he continues to lie like this, his behavior will be no different from those outsiders.

"You really love this vault." The saint said, "You have already lost your faith, but you still continue to pretend to be the 'son of God' who believes in God the most, in order to appease everyone?"

"...Who the hell are you?" Feng Zhang asked this sentence again.

"I am your father." The saint smiled.

"...?" Feng Chang was taken aback.

"Haha, I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding, I'm..." The saint waved her hand and was about to speak when a loud voice came from behind.

"—The ceremony of communicating with Lord Baishen has ended, Feng Chang Shao Patriarch, please come down."

Holding a scepter, an old man who looked respected and powerful spoke to Feng Changyuan who was on the high platform.

The old man is the 'judge' Diansi, the most loyal believer of Baishen, who is responsible for presiding over the succession ceremony.

Beside him stood Mizushima Kawasora in a red and white robe.

Mizushimagawa Sora was repulsed by Siber's tentacles a few days ago. After a few days of rest, she and Norishi returned here, intending to participate in this succession ceremony.

She and Dianji are the highest-ranking people other than Feng Zhang, and they are not even as good as the four elders next to them.

There are still many players hidden among the crowd of the first tribe who watched the ceremony.There is Bonnie dressed as a song and dancer, Uri Kru who is playing the drums, Anthony who is holding a water bowl and sprinkles water, and Isabella who is silently staring at the treetops in the distance.

This rain barrier is not big, it can only cover the square, and other areas are still raining poisonously, so they can only gather here to watch the ceremony.Almost all surviving players gathered here.

【...Where did Su Mingan go...】 Mizushimagawa Sora thought to himself.

It is obvious that Su Mingan's identity is just a heretic who is an enemy of the world, it is almost a 1v99 situation, but she can't do anything to him.

However, he should have been alienated by being with that kind of evil god all the time.She had already noticed that he was not in the right state before she escaped, and he shouldn't last long.

Her news was a bit blocked, but not far behind, the two people who were discussing were very well informed.

"The last trace of the first player is in the third tribe." Said Lu with aquamarine hair.

He was wearing a flowerpot-like ornament at this time, which looked quite retro, which was the price for the player to mix into the ethnic group.

"Why are you so sure? The traces he left may be false." The sniper player Zhong Xi next to him said: "If the news is false, we will be in trouble, and we will be led by the nose."

Lu didn't speak, but just handed her the communicator in his hand.

Zhong Xi looked horizontally and vertically, and suddenly saw a line of slogans from the densely packed small characters in the communicator——

[Eliminate tribal tyranny, the dome belongs to the lighthouse. 】——The third tribal affiliated settlement, Sass Settlement Announcement.

"Okay, it's him." Zhong Xi nodded.

Lu silently took the things back.

"He wants... to collect beliefs? He actually wants to take the path of becoming a god?" Zhong Xi understood what Su Mingan was doing at a glance: "It is said that his guide is a heretic, he is... really not afraid Alienated."

"So, if he wants to obtain one of Baishen's powers—the black python, he will definitely come today." Lu said.

"Come here?" Zhong Xi said unexpectedly: "All the players are here, and Chief Feng is also here. Is he here to die? And I heard that the concentration of poisonous rain in the third tribe is very high, and the whole tribe is covered by poisonous rain." The sea has eroded, can he survive?"

"Maybe..." Lu suddenly raised his head.

"Zhong Xi." He said, "Look, the sky suddenly dawned."

……

The chants of the tribesmen stopped.

They raised their heads and looked at the scene in the sky in shock.

The edge of the gloomy sky, where the poisonous rain was falling, suddenly shone with dazzling brilliance.

At this moment, they seemed to see the god descending from the sky to sow golden wheat seeds to them, and saw the holy white flowers blooming in the sky.

A vast, mysterious atmosphere enveloped the land.

They saw the white tentacles blooming like petals, and the figure bathed in light.

"—It is Lord Baishen who has come here!" Someone shouted.

"This is almost exactly the same scene as Lord Baishen's arrival five years ago..."

"Lord Baishen is indeed not dead! He is still here...God, are you here to continue to protect your people?"

One after another, loud shouts resounded in this square.The most pious Norishi knelt on his knees, his body almost stuck to the ground, leaving only Mizushima Kawasora standing still.

Her eyes moved slightly, staring at the figure that was getting closer and closer in the sky.

That figure - he ignored the poisonous rain and flew towards him, the white tentacles spread behind him like angel wings, enveloping him like flower buds.

Shining like an angel, shining like a god.

——He is very in line with people's "definition" of Baishen, a god of light, benevolence, and justice.

"Damn it, this one is making a splash. I know this person's face. Isn't this Su Mingan's role?" Player Lent couldn't help shouting.

"The first player is a bully, it's over, let him pretend."

"Is the plot of the succession ceremony going to go? We won't worship him, right? I don't want the Lighthouse Church, don't..."

In the suspicious eyes of the players, the white figure got closer and closer.

At this time, all the people bowed down and almost no one stood up.

The white tentacles twisted around the "god", they represented [energy].

The white key is placed in the backpack of "God", which represents [faith].

The bracelet engraved with the pattern of a black lamb is put on the wrist of the "God", which represents [authority].

The young man in the sky—he only needs the authority of the black python and the authority of the black crow, and he can completely reproduce the Baishen that people believe in.

As for Mizushima Kawasora, who was still standing, his brows gradually frowned as he watched such a grand scene.

"...That's not right." She suddenly said, "Su Mingan...where did the name representing the player on his head go?"

……

Between heaven and earth, all sounds are silent.

The son of Baishen, wearing a blood-red sacrificial crown, raised his head while all the people were kneeling and worshiping, his eyes were burning, and he looked directly at the god in the sky.

"Chief Feng, kneel down." The Second Elder next to him said softly, he didn't know what happened to Chief Feng today, but he didn't kneel when he saw Lord Baishen coming.

Chief Feng did not kneel down, but continued to walk.

In the silence, the sound of his boots hitting the ground was particularly loud, as if hitting people's hearts.

He raised his head and stared at the "God" in the sky.

(End of this chapter)