Underground secret room.
Chen Yu was bored and playing with the elves.
Two days ago, after defeating all the BOSS, the dungeon mission was over.
It's free time to explore.
The entire map is limited to the surroundings of the royal city.
There is no hidden story to explore without destroying the royal city.
Xiaoyan and Xiaofeng chased and fought, destroying the secret room to a great extent.
Except for the portrait that Chen Yu designated not to be destroyed, there were few complete items.
The maids turned a blind eye to the elf and knelt down to worship the portrait.
"What is this!"
Xiaoyan stood on top of the white-clothed maid's head, with her feet propped up and her small body bent forward, looking at the portrait curiously.
"This is the will of the gods!"
The maid in white gave a rare response to Homura.
"Oh! You look so awesome!"
Xiaoyan also knelt on the head of the white-clothed maid and bowed down in a serious manner.
Chen Yu was immediately amazed.
What level of existence are the original elves?
The so-called gods are nothing compared to them.
If placed in a world where the laws of cause and effect are prevalent, this god might be worshiped to death by her.
"Don't you think she's weird?" Chen Yu poked the most exclusive Xiao Miao and pointed at Xiao Yan and asked.
"Why is it strange?" Xiao Miao asked puzzledly.
"You are the daughters of World Tree, noble original elves, okay? How can you just kneel down and worship something inexplicable?" Chen Yu complained.
Although Xiaoyan is a child and likes to play, she is a primitive elf after all, and she does not understand everything.
Their high status is destined to prevent them from bowing to low-level existences.
"Hmm~" Xiao Miao pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know, I just don't find it strange."
"Is this like this?" Chen Yu pointed at another scroll casually, "Do you think this thing can make you kneel down and worship?"
"No!" Xiao Miao answered without thinking.
"What about this?" Chen Yu pointed to a picture scroll again.
"No way." Xiao Miao shook her head.
"What about this?" Chen Yu pointed to a fragment of a wooden table scattered on the ground.
"It doesn't matter." Xiao Miao tilted her head and replied, "It's just some meaningless things."
"I know." Chen Yu nodded.
There are two types of kneeling.
One is to express high respect and even belief, and the other is meaningless play.
The fragments of the table do not represent any existence, and the elves worship them without any sense of violation.
It's like a person kneeling on the bed and kowtow to the wall, which is a nonsensical joke.
As for things that represent a certain kind of existence, that won't work.
Monks do not kowtow to the statue of Yahweh.
Christians also do not pray in front of statues of Buddha.
Judging from Xiao Miao's answer, these portraits on the wall should represent some kind of existence.
The person who can express reverence for the original elves must be much higher than themselves.
"What Delia believes in is not simple." Chen Yu held his chin and thought.
"By the way, look for some of these paintings that you think you can kneel down and worship."
"Well, okay~"
Xiaomiao turned around and looked at the portraits carefully.
Finally, she pointed to a painting that was obviously scrawled, "Aside from that one, there is only this one!"
Chen Yu came to the scroll and observed it carefully.
The scroll uses many colors of paint.
But every line quickly lost its clear direction after starting to write.
It's as if a person is writing, and after writing, he suddenly feels that he has made a mistake, and then directly erases it.
In the end, Chen Yu could only conclude that it was a meaningless item.
After all, the location where it hangs is in a corner, making it difficult to notice.
Secondly, it is difficult to call it a "painting" if all kinds of lines are tangled together like a tangled mess.
The picture of the maids kneeling and worshiping has two clear and distinct lines.
It’s okay to think more divergently and interpret it as “two avenues” or “one avenue”.
In front of the portrait, the maids were praying, and Homura also pretended to pray.
From time to time some pop out of the little mouth,
"I hope my mother will have more sisters."
"I hope my mother will take me with her when she plays with her master."
Words like "I hope there will be delicious food and fun every day".
With a dark face, Chen Yu grabbed her and put her in his pocket to prevent her from further embarrassment.
"grown ups!"
The waitress in white suddenly stood up.
"What's the matter?" Chen Yu asked.
The waitress in white took out the book of heraldry and took out the communication crest.
"Your Highness...is back."
"What? Delia is here?" Chen Yu looked happy, "Where is she? Take me to find her!"
"No need!" The waitress in white shook her head, "His Highness is already here!"
"Coming?" Chen Yu subconsciously looked at the door of the secret room.
A slight footsteps gradually became clear.
Immediately afterwards, the door to the secret room was pushed open.
Delia, dressed in white gauze, walked into the secret room with an elegant smile.
"Your Highness!"
More than a dozen maids saluted Delia.
"The plot is really seamless."
Chen Yu observed Delia.
It was discovered that she was definitely the same one as the one in the "Armageddon" copy.
Even the filth on the hem of her skirt and the blood and mud on her gloves were exactly the same.
Delia nodded to the waitresses, "You did a great job."
Then, he came to Chen Yu, held up his skirt, knelt down and shouted, "Sir."
"Wait, what did you call me?" Chen Yu asked in surprise.
"My lord!" Delia repeated again.
"You call me Sir?" Chen Yu felt a little incredible.
Is my status higher than Delia? What the hell are you doing?
Could it be said that the existence of Delia's visit to the shrine has a human church, and this existence supported her in completing the counter-kill operation against the queen?
And he, a high-ranking person in this church, came to help Delia?
"Is there any problem, sir?" Delia asked doubtfully.
"Who am I? What is my identity? Tell me?" Chen Yu asked curiously.
"You..." Delia hesitated for a moment and said, "You represent the human will of the great existence."
"Great being? Which great being? This one?"
Chen Yu pointed to the maids and the portrait of Delia kneeling down.
"No, no, no!" Delia looked panicked and shook her head repeatedly, "No!"
"His existence is as humble as mine and cannot be described."
"I tried, but..."
"Every time I try to remember Him and record Him, strange changes occur, as if the entire world will be erased."
"Until later, I only remembered that such a person existed, but forgot all information about Him."
Delia walked up to the messy graffiti, showing yearning and reverence.
"Will it explode just by looking at it? Will it mutate just by thinking about it? An indescribable existence? What kind of Cthulhu evil god?!"
Chen Yu's eyes suddenly widened.
