The old gods...are those ancient gods recorded in the myths and legends of the Second Age? asked Pleasant.
"if not."
"Why do they take away their divinity and randomly throw it to newborns? This should not be of any benefit to them."
"Do you think we think that among the old gods of the Second Age, all those who could die are basically dead, and those who are not dead probably only have half a life left. Once the old gods die, their bodies contain all the things they held during their lifetime. The divinity of authority either merges with the remains and turns into a complete divinity of the old god, or it merges into the River Styx and turns into countless tiny fragments of divinity that are integrated into the spirit body of the newborn. There is no third way. A choice." Nuo Ling frowned slightly, a hint of anger flashing across her pretty face.
Plissen listened carefully to what Nuo Ling said. There was too much information revealed in this paragraph, especially the first sentence, which shocked him even more.
Brother Bin's status is too high. Being a teacher to the old gods and the sages is the right thing to do.
Plissen was silent for a moment, and then said: "...Are you also one of the old gods?"
"Can't you tell?" Nuo Ling was a little surprised.
Plissen stared at Nuo Ling's fair and pretty face. It was hard for him to imagine that such a beautiful girl could compete with the old gods of the second era. After all, the old gods in his impression were They were either octopus monsters with tentacles or glowing fireballs, and their appearance was somewhat indescribable.
"...I think it would be difficult for normal people to see it."
Nuo Ling patted his little face gently, then nodded unconsciously, "Well, it seems that is indeed the case."
"Let's not talk about this for now." Plisson said, "What do you mean by what you just said? Are those old gods of the second era...already cool?"
Nuo Ling nodded, and then added: "Not entirely, there are still a very small number of old gods who are still surviving until now."
"For example... Feng Jun Yaori and the like, have they lived from the second era to the present?"
"Fengjun? Yaori? Who are these two?"
"Don't you recognize him?"
"You didn't give your real name, you gave me two honorary titles. Who can know who they are?" Nuo Ling curled his lips, and then continued: "Well, tell me what the main powers they control are. , I make a simple judgment."
"The authority controlled by these two people covers a relatively wide range. The Wind Lord controls the authority in the Storm Domain, but he is also regarded as the God of the Ocean and the God of Kingship; Yaori mainly controls the authority in the Radiance Domain, but He was also regarded as the god of knowledge and order.”
"Storm, brilliance." Nuo Ling murmured, his expression gradually becoming serious.
Nuo Ling said in a deep voice: "As far as the information I know is concerned, the two old gods who control the Storm Realm and the Glory Realm...or should be called these two ancient gods, they...have already Fallen."
"What? Then who does the Church of Storms in the Canglan Empire and the Holy Glory Church in the South China Sea countries believe in? Is it possible that the two big brothers, Pope Storm and Pope Shenghui, are playing the role of cloud preaching?"
"A church based on faith does not necessarily need a real God."
Nuo Ling's words suddenly awakened Plisson. After staying in this extraordinary world for too long, his thinking did not change for a while.
"Are you saying that the righteous God I know may just be a false idol created by the church's senior leaders to deceive believers?"
Nuo Ling said calmly: "This is just one possibility. Of course, there are also two other possibilities."
"Tell me the details."
"The two righteous gods you mentioned may actually exist. For example, two latecomers took over the authority of the ancient gods and became the so-called new gods. However, this possibility is very small."
"There is another possibility. There are two ancient beings of the same level as the two mentioned above who used a special way to accommodate the divinity of these two fallen ancient gods and became the real controllers hidden behind the church. What you said Those two honorable names are just a vest on their true bodies..."
Nuo Ling suddenly stopped in the middle of her words. She froze on the spot, her face suddenly becoming extremely gloomy.
"Wait...what did you just say that Yaori is also called?"
"The God of Knowledge and the God of Order, what's the problem?"
"Order...that's not a good word."
"I think this word sounds very positive."
"The meaning of order itself is good, but the old god who is in charge of order is by no means a friendly existence." Nuo Ling shook his head, his expression became a little uneasy, "I hope this title is just a symbol. Bar."
"Is there anything wrong with the old god who is in charge of order?"
"A more accurate name is the God of Reason and Law. He is the supreme god in the field of order. His authority covers many fields, and there are many corresponding names. However, compared to these high-sounding titles, I prefer Call Him 'laughing'."
"Smiling? Isn't this title a bit..." Plisson looked a little surprised.
"This nickname was not given by me, but by the teacher."
Oh, it was my brother Bin, so it’s okay.
Pleasant's expression returned to calm.
"If you are lucky enough to see Him, you will find that this nickname is more suitable to describe Him." Nuo Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, seeming to recall some things in the past, "The aggregation of pure reason and earthly rules , but because of his twisted divinity, he has become the most irrational existence in the world. For the so-called fun, he can do anything..."
Nuo Ling sighed softly, as if he didn't want to continue talking.
She tapped the star dice lightly with her hand and said to Plissen: "You will know about some things about the past and the old gods when your host level increases. Now, it is more important to do business."
"Understood." Plisson nodded, and then turned his attention to the giant dice beside him.
"By the way, how should I throw this thing? Do you want me to lift it up and throw it?" Plisson looked at the star dice in front of him, feeling a little worried. The giant dice in front of him was taller than him. If it were solid, its weight would be at least It must be a few tons.
He has just been promoted to Grand Knight and has not tested his own strength. A rough estimate shows that he should be able to easily lift such a solid dice now. But if he were to throw the dice at will like a normal dice, it would still be more or less the same. Some are not easy to cast.
"This thing is not heavy, but it is indeed difficult to throw such a big one. In order to ensure the stability of the throwing results, I will reluctantly help you." Nuo Ling saw Pleasant's difficulty, and then stretched out his hand. He gently pressed his fingers on the star dice.
A faint red light flashed past, and the huge star dice turned into a normal dice size in the blink of an eye.
"Here you go, don't let me down."
"Don't worry." Plisson took the dice from Nuo Ling's hand.
He held the delicate dice tightly, as if the whole world stopped in his palm.
The road to transcendence is difficult step by step, especially in the stage after awakening. The improvement of each small level may require years or even decades of hard work.
In Ruoda's Black Crow Port, only the former captain of the No. 1 Fleet, "Thunder Fire" Pasha, has reached the mid-level awakening.
If Pleasant could roll a 5 this time, he would be directly promoted to a mid-level knight after the calculation was completed. Jumping two levels in such a short period of time was something he would never dare to think about in the past.
He received sincere kindness from another time traveler, and after being entangled with misfortune and misery for two lifetimes, he finally ushered in a truly lucky moment today.
Maybe he... has really changed his fortune.
