“Before the Great Annihilation, mankind went astray towards self-destruction.
During the Great Annihilation, the God Lord protected all living beings, left a fire for human civilization, and opened the way to magic and sorcery for all living beings. "
"Oh? That's true. Does it mean that for people in the Xixuan world, if they don't believe in the Lord of God, they can't activate the magician's ability?"
"The God Lord is omnipresent and omnipotent. He has no desires and demands, and there is no need to use magic to ask all living beings to believe. Faith and ability are two different things."
"That's right, the Lord God is wise and merciful."
"That's natural. God so loves the world."
Welling thought for a moment, then continued to drop the packet and ask:
"As a divine servant, are you a magician? Or should we say that divine servants must all be magicians?"
"This is not necessarily true. A devout person may not be a person with abilities, but I am. I have poor abilities and am just a small magician."
"Your so-called little magician, if you correspond to the world's classification of levels, what level of ability are you considered to be?"
"It's considered late-intermediate level."
Wei Ling's eyes narrowed and he calmly continued to ask:
"In my opinion, you are already a very powerful magician. What level does your ability rank in the temple system? Poor, ordinary or outstanding?"
The Divine Attendant chuckled, as if he already understood Wei Ling's intentions:
"You just want to know how many people like me there are in the Federation, right?
Or your next question will be, does every state in the federation have such a big temple and a divine attendant like me, right? "
Wei Ling didn't feel any shame at having his intentions revealed, his eyes were clear, he was attentive, and he nodded quietly.
"I don't blame you. After all, everyone has different positions. I learn to use magic well in order to better promote the benevolence and glory of the God Lord.
But I don't know what kind of status a superficial magical ability like mine corresponds to in the entire temple system. This is unimportant. "
No matter how high-sounding the other party's words were, Welling had already classified the Great God's Attendant as one of the "meat on the hob".
Since the other party didn't give a clear answer, Welling simply went straight to the point:
"A few days ago, the magician who resisted the Western Expeditionary Force of the Empire carved the symbol of the God Lord in his secret room.
I think he should be a believer in the God Lord and a member of the federal "Fire Thief Plan". Regarding this, I would like to know whether you or your temple system are involved in this plan? "
The Divine Attendant made a few strokes on his chest, with a calm expression on his face, and looked directly at Wei Ling:
"The temple system only provides a platform of faith for the suffering people of the world. We never participate in secular disputes and will not provide such assistance."
Seeing that Wei Ling still wanted to throw away the bag, the Divine Attendant added some information:
"What I just answered is the last question I can tell you. Please go back."
Seeing that the other party had closed the communication channel, Welling nodded:
"Thank you very much for clarifying my doubts. I believe that after the demilitarization of Kara State, it will definitely coexist peacefully with the Empire in the future. You know, the Empire never invades other countries... In other words, the original intention of the Empire and the God Lord is the same. I hope there will be more harmony and peace in the world."
The divine servant with a thick beard did not make any comment on Wei Ling's message and looked at Wei Ling quietly.
Wei Ling clasped his fists slightly, turned around and walked outside the temple.
After walking out of the temple, Wei Ling felt a little sad:
"Shou Gong, such an inconspicuous divine servant, turned out to be a late-intermediate magician. He has strong faith and spirit. I did not detect any more effective information."
"Sir, there are dozens of kingdoms in the empire, and there are only dozens of middle- and high-level magicians and divine servants. It doesn't matter. With so many counties in the empire, there must be equal checks and balances."
Welling nodded, lost in thought.
During the exchange of information packets just now, Wei Ling also used his mental power to check the spiritual body of the God Attendant. Like Patbon, the old God Attendant, there were many black lines behind them in the deep sea of dark energy. Stretching into the endless void.
Relatively speaking, the black line behind this middle-aged god's attendant is much less than that of the old man Patbon.
"The old man who serves the God in Patbon should be at least a high-level magician... Although I asked him about it at the time, he just said that he was the servant of the God."
Shou Gong secretly sighed:
"Sir, that old man is so powerful. We didn't realize how powerful he was at the time."
"Well, I only judge by their reflected spiritual bodies in the world of source spirits, which may not be correct."
Standing in the vast temple square, Wei Ling looked around. The city, dominated by yellow and gray, seemed so mediocre and lonely. He smiled bitterly and sighed:
"Shou Gong, all the clues regarding the 'Fire Thief Plan' have been lost. In the case of the slave trading group, only one Murong Langgan is left. The other party should theoretically be in Maiji County.
Murong Langgan himself would never admit it. Even if we tried to start from the Murong family, Li Kongqing said that this person had left the family. Therefore, it is unrealistic to hope to obtain information from the Murong family. "
"Sir, what should we do next?"
"You can go to Maiji County to look for Murong Langgan, find a way to weaken his mental power, and then I will enter his dream to get information.
You can also go to the county where the Murong family is located in Gusu to investigate, or you can go boating in the East China Sea to find where Nan Xing and the others lived in the past, hoping to find some clues.
In fact, every option is unwise and has little hope. "
The guard thought for a moment and agreed with the young master's judgment.
Her face also turned bitter.
…
On the Shenzhu Plateau, in the deep blue sky, vultures circled on the top of the snow-capped mountains. The sun was very dazzling, but there was not much heat energy that could melt the eternal snow.
Under the snow line, walking was a young man in ragged clothes.
He stood barefoot on the rock and squinted at the vulture in the sky, his expression still a little dazed.
Along the way to the snowy plateau, you can see endless snow-capped mountains, wasteland and black rocks. It is difficult to find any more life, except vultures, antelopes and ascetic monks.
He saw many ascetics in different areas.
Some people chant sutras, meditate and bask in the sun in temples in the mountains and valleys.
Some people retreat in closed cabins.
Some people meditate and practice on the top of a cliff.
Myrobalan did not stay. He always looked at the ascetic monks blankly. After watching for a while, he left and continued walking upward.
When you are thirsty, you grab a handful of snow. When you are hungry, you frown and take a few bites of wheat cakes.
After so many days, of the pile of wheat cakes on his back, apart from giving them to other ascetics, he himself ate less than one.
Every time he passed a snow-capped mountain, he would definitely climb to the top of that snow-capped mountain, walk along the ridge, and walk down the other side of the snow-capped mountain, and so on.
No one knew what he was looking for.
Among the ascetic monks who had not entered samadhi, some smiled and nodded to him, some greeted him, and some looked at him indifferently. However, Myrobalan always looked at each other blankly, then shook his head and left.
At this moment, Myrobalan is about to climb to the top of the snow-capped mountain below.
Looking at the small mountains at a glance, looking around, the stretching snow-capped mountains seem to be endless.
Just when Myrobalan was about to go down the mountain on the other side, he saw a snow-free cliff below the top of the mountain.
There is a triangular grotto on the cliff inside the cliff, about one meter deep into the rock wall.
In the middle of the grotto, there is a young ascetic, his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged.
The face of this ascetic monk was calm and gentle, and his clothes had been torn to pieces by the thorns and strong winds in the mountains, but his skin color and expression did not look like he could withstand the bitter cold at all.
Myrobalan walked to the grotto and looked at the ascetic monk blankly.
The ascetic monk also opened his eyes and looked at the dazed Myrobalan.
Myrobalan suddenly smiled.
This smile is like a spring breeze suddenly descending on the top of the snow-capped mountains.
Myrobalan jumped up to the grotto. The short and narrow grotto could not allow him to stand upright, so he could only kneel down to face the ascetic monk.
"It's you?"
Myrobalan threw out the message with slight hesitation.
"it's me."
There was a smile on the ascetic's lips. He stretched out his hands that were originally stacked on his lower abdomen, and stretched his waist. The sound of crackling bones could be heard in his body.
The ascetic monk's eyes glanced from the side of Myrobalan to the mountains outside the grotto, and then to the terrifyingly deep blue sky. Then he withdrew his gaze, placed it on Myrobalan's eyes, and stared quietly:
"All living beings suffer, but God loves the world."
Myrobalan nodded, turned around, and sat on the ascetic's crossed legs.
Myrobalan also crossed his legs.
The wind at the top of the mountain suddenly became stronger, stirring up chaotic snow that swirled and danced in front of the grotto.
A black halo flashed in the grotto, like a chaotic whirlpool.
Immediately, black light filled the grotto.
After a while, the black halo disappeared.
Only myrobalan was left in the grotto, and the ascetic monk disappeared without a trace.
A gust of mountain wind blew by, Myrobalan's golden hair was fluttering, and he opened his closed eyes.
In addition to being clear and bright, his eyes became more agile.
Jumping down from the grotto, Myrobalan walked to the edge of the cliff and looked around at the mountains.
The scars on the bare feet are no longer visible at all, as if they were carved from white jade, with crystal light emerging.
He lightly stamped his bare feet.
The sky is silent and the valleys are shaking.
In the nearby mountains, the snow collapsed one after another, and avalanches roared down.
…
Welling and Gonggong walked out of the square of the Great Temple and walked along the dusty streets back to the camp.
They passed by a street tavern. It was not the time when the tavern was crowded and noisy, and the surroundings were relatively calm.
Standing by the wall outside the tavern was a young black-robed warlock.
The stout and short Xixuan man next to the black-robed warlock attracted the attention of Wei Ling and Gonggong.
The black-robed warlock didn't cover his face. He looked a little down and out. He looked like a typical Daxia tribesman. He was about 27 or 28 years old and had a quiet appearance.
The Xixuan man next to him is more distinctive. He is less than 1.6 meters tall, and his body width is estimated to be 1.5 meters. He has a round head, a round face, a round nose, red hair and a red beard, and a huge metal sledgehammer at his feet.
The characteristics of a dwarf alone are not enough to attract the attention of Wei Ling and Gonggong. After all, in Bohu County, they have already seen the situation of Daxia people teaming up with Xixuan people and mixed-race people.
What really caught their attention was that there was a supply platform next to the two people.
That was the standard ration for the militia team that Welling and Ghougong were familiar with, the empire's "mountain ghost" supply platform.
The gecko could tell at a glance that this platform had obviously been modified, with almost all attack and defense facilities removed, and all the body space used for energy storage and carrying items.
The Xixuan dwarf was leaning on one of the giant legs of the "Mountain Ghost", holding a small sign in one hand. On the small sign, two lines of the same content were written in Xixuan script and Daxia script:
"Recruit mages, warlocks, gladiators or powerful warriors to dig gold together!"
