High Above

  Chapter 449 Gods above the earth (23)

   "Hello, new church member, my name is Ian, you can call me guide, guide, or alchemist, whatever you want."

Taking off his helmet, the white-haired boy smiled and nodded to the mountain people with slightly open eyes. The young mountain people blinked and responded with a smirk: "My name is Pansha... the elder heir of the Avod department, you know my grandfather, I won't say much more."

  Ian turned his head and looked at the elf bachelor and the purple maple knight who had been restrained: "Anfa, I didn't expect to meet again so soon."

   "The appearance of Zifeng is my fault. This is a disagreement among our Canaan Moor elves."

  Anfa saluted Ian as a token of gratitude, and Ian returned the salute, and then said, "What should I do next? Kill her, or...you take her back?"

"She is still valuable—and Zifeng is smart, isn't she? She chose to leave from the beginning." Anfa hesitated, but insisted: "For the sake of her not doing anything to you, can you spare her life. "

  Ian looked at the elf knight restrained by Anfa with great interest.

  Of course he knew that Zifeng had no interest in herself from the beginning, and she came here mainly to track down the relevant clues of Anfa.

   Or, she has something to talk to Anfa about.

   For this reason, she doesn't mind taking the blame instead of the Magneto-Optical Knight, anyway, she will go back to Canaan Moor and never come to Nanling again.

   But the pot can't be big.

  So, after seeing that her strength was far beyond expectations, Zifeng left without disturbing the muddy water.

   This is a smart choice, which saved her life.

   Moreover, she got what she wanted to see Anfa—maybe not in the right way, but the result is the same.

   "Look at you. You caught her."

Ian raised his head, he put the helmet on again, and said indifferently: "Thank you for your help, otherwise, Magneto-optical alone would have put me in a hard fight, and two people... I can only run away all the way, and I will be in front of others. , exposing the power of the dragon blood organ."

  After speaking, he turned and walked to the scene of the previous battle.

  Anfa and Pansha followed Ian, and the boy explained to them: "The strength of magneto-optic is indeed very strong, but he underestimated the explosive power of my dragon organ."

   "He probably wanted to use a special method to strengthen his own strength and defeat me in one fell swoop, but I saw through the flaws, and in turn used the dragon organ to knock him down."

   This is the official statement, and both of them listened silently.

   As for the truth or not, they don't care.

   In addition, what Ian said is also in line with the aftermath of the battle they saw before, so there is nothing to question.

   And at this moment, Ian suddenly changed the subject.

   "By the way, Anfa."

  The young man turned his head and asked softly: "Dragon Worship...does it really have a god?"

   Immediately, both Anfa and Pansha raised their heads and looked at Ian, one with astonishment and the other with confusion.

   With a slight movement of her mind, the red inscription wrapped around the purple maple knight's head flickered, blocking her hearing, and then slowly said: "Why do you suddenly ask... this question?"

"Because the magneto-optic mentioned a related topic just now." Ian threw the pot at the dead man without hesitation: "I beg for divine power... After saying this, his power suddenly became stronger, but it also showed a flaw. Gave me a one-hit kill."

   "I think, there are so many sects in this world, isn't it normal to have gods? If so, do we have Dragon Worship?"

  Ian's tone was filled with genuine doubts, obviously the magneto-optical words puzzled him.

  Anfa was silent for a while, frowning slightly, as if thinking about something.

"Do you know the worm nest?" The elf suddenly talked about another topic, and Ian, who almost became the master of the star-seeker swarm, smiled and took it up: "I heard... It is said that the Canaan moor group forest The zerg is a kind of hive life."

   "As far as I know, it is a powerful true social biological group."

   "Well." Anfa stretched his brows, and he explained: "That's it. Some individuals with independent intelligence among the Zerg will call the female worm in their lair 'God'."

   "The crystallized dragons in the Meditation Sea will also call their dragon king the 'ancestor god'."

"In addition, like the khans of the royal court of heaven, in some sub-human tribes, they are also gods walking in the world...Flying flames also have a similar tradition, and the flying flames kings all claim to be the descendants of the gods , whose blood contains divinity."

  "The empire is no exception. Your emperor always pretends to be the sun or the double moon, the spokesperson of the light in the sky."

Even if the elf dressed as a bachelor holds a longbow, his elegance is still intact. On the hills of the golden plain, Anfa explained to Ian the definition of "god" on the continent of Terra in detail, and answered the boy's questions in as much detail as possible. Like a teacher teaching in a school.

"all in all."

In the end, Anfa concluded: "The kings of the fifth energy level are enough to be worshiped as 'gods' in those remote and primitive areas. If you have to say that, then Dragon Worship used to be 'God's."

  This sentence revealed a lot of information, which made Ian nod and listen carefully.

  The elf also paid attention to Ian's expression, and slowly said: "But only the Four Orthodox Churches can truly grant divine power... Except for the Four Orthodox Churches, there is no other force that can fully grasp this power."

Anfa turned his head and looked at the white-haired boy who was listening quietly. He reminded him: "Of course, it's just on the surface. We don't know, but it doesn't mean that there is no--you should know that different civilizations, different cultures and regions, different civilizations, different cultures and regions, have different opinions. The definitions of **** and divine power are different."

   "For example, in the capital of learning, the matter of imparting knowledge itself is no different from imparting divine power. It is equally sacred and inviolable. In the same way, in some areas, the true form of advanced blood can also be regarded as the inheritance of divine power."

   "But if the Magneto-Optical Knight is really endowed with some kind of immediate power, some kind of magic, it means that he is a member of a mysterious sect—a person who worships false gods and prays for evil power."

  Anfa emphasized: "In the eyes of the four orthodox religions, their existence is more 'evil' cultists than our Dragon Worship Sect."

   "If this is the case, killing him is even a great achievement."

   After all, in the final analysis, the existence of ancient dragons has nothing to do with evil and goodness, because ancient dragons never need human belief and reverence, and their power comes from blood, or from studying their knowledge.

   This is the difference.

   "So that's how it is..." Ian nodded slowly. Although he didn't get a clear answer, Anfa's answer did answer a lot of doubts for him, and even revealed some deeper secrets of Terra Continent for him.

  God...or in other words, a false **** actually exists.

  The boy still remembers what Mr. Hilliard said to himself before he died.

  The existence of the silver chip will attract all kinds of powerful enemies for him.

  —The king of the earth, the envoy of the gods in the world, the general of an army, and the rulers of this world.

   There are indeed many kings, and the generals have seen them, but this envoy...

"interesting."

  He whispered in his heart: "It's no wonder that these guys are secretly connected. Are they members of a sect?"

   "I just don't know what kind of sect this is, who is their leader and 'God'."

  Ian is not worried about what this mysterious sect can do to him if he kills Night Snake and Magneto-Optic.

  In the final analysis, the other party is a hidden sect hidden in the dark. It needs dormant forces, not even the Dragon Worship Sect.

  After all, if the Dragon Worship Cult wants to recruit people, there are really many people who will go—the blood of the ancient dragon that can affect nature and shake the world is more straightforward than some illusory god.

  As for the Four Orthodox Churches... Ian thought of Bishop Baiwu's special ability to use a variety of psionic abilities, as well as the priests of the Spiritual Tool Church who can upload their own memories.

  They are simply with God, why should they be given any divine power.

  At this moment, they also came to the place where Ian and Magneto-optic fought before.

Next to the stone forest, traces of all kinds of battles are everywhere - magnetic sand cutting, storm sweeping, acid erosion, highly poisonous transpiration... The plain stone trees with bark almost armor-like are also emitting black smoke under the burning flames. Not to mention the frost and running water all over the ground, and even the wind blowing from afar carries a bit of chill to the bone.

   And in the very center of the battle field, a charred human figure that has been turned into coke, with no details visible at all, is lying on the ground without a sound.

   "I'm sorry, both of you."

  Ian turned his head and said with an embarrassed expression: "Maybe I need to ask you two to help me deal with the traces of the battle scene-I will pay the reward, and I will use the alchemy potion as the reward!"

   "We should have helped each other." Anfa answered seriously as always, while Pansha opened his eyes wide, watching these battle marks mostly catalyzed by alchemy potions.

  He swallowed, patted his chest briskly and assured: "I promise there will be no traces—but what about this corpse?"

   "It doesn't need to leave no trace, it doesn't matter to leave a little bit."

  Ian thought for a while, then nodded and said: "The corpses will be collected later, and I will throw them into the Nine-Spin Abyss."

   "Presumably the monsters there will solve all problems."

  The night in the golden fields is still long.

  In the distant imperial capital, a figure opened his eyes.

  (end of this chapter)