The moment Animusfia finished her prayer, the white clouds in the sky were as heavy as if they were soaked in ink.
Even the sunlight piercing the gaps between the clouds is no longer bright.
In the eyes of the people in the square, the scenery in the distance became pitch black, and even the outlines of each other's bodies were difficult to see clearly.
It was as if the god who symbolized the black sun had really arrived.
Even if Animusfia did not deliberately change the temperature, the citizens kneeling in the Roman Forum could not help but tremble.
It's like being in the cold moon of winter.
Obviously, the collective psychological implications caused by a "miracle" of this scale cannot be underestimated.
What Animusfia did was to distribute magic power into the surrounding air, changing the refraction and wavelength of light, thus changing the spectrum of natural light.
Speaking in human terms is like adding a layer of filters to the sun.
As for the chill felt by the people below, it has nothing to do with Animusfia herself.
However, this phenomenon can be regarded as one of the purposes of his "performance".
Human beings are empirical and habitual creatures.
When learning something new, humans tend to compare it with something they already know.
When given two different explanations for one thing, most humans will choose the one that is more in line with their own biases.
Rather than saying that the disease came from local rats, the culprits were actually Jews.
Rather than spreading the disease, it is better to say that the Jews invented the virus.
...
Collective delusion.
The so-called Black Death of the Jews and the Spanish flu can all be attributed to a type of collective delusion.
The cold that people feel now is also a collective illusion.
A group of people with the same cognition encounter the same things and produce the same illusions.
A large number of black light pillars broke out of the ground, like vines growing on tree trunks, extending upwards along the non-existent stairs at Animusfia's feet, outlining a tower that should only exist in the land of the gods. .
Finally, it was gathered into the hands of Animusfia.
The sound of prayers in the Roman Forum came one after another, and as time passed, waves of prayers formed.
The name of Saturn echoes in the city of Rome, and even in the villages on the outskirts, the name of the god of agriculture can be heard.
You can also see the black light pillar rising into the sky.
The black beam of light in Animusfia's hand grew thicker and thicker, eventually engulfing the entire Roman Forum.
The people who were shrouded in the beam of light saw an extremely tall giant slowly walking down from the sky.
Finally, he sat in the Temple of Saturn surrounded by black light.
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Like sun-drenched snow, the black light pillars and towers slowly melted and dispersed in the sunlight.
Only the gold and silver coins placed in front of the Temple of Saturn were left shrouded in darkness.
Everyone's eyes turned from Animusfia to the pile of treasures.
Eventually, even the darkness on the treasure dissipated.
However, the gold and silver piled up in front of the Temple of Saturn are dozens of times more than before. The gold alone is piled as high as a hill, and the silver coins are more like a waterfall pouring from the mountain of gold.
Just looking at this scene, it is difficult to conceal the greed in the hearts of the crowd.
The temptation of human beings to the luster of gold is probably engraved in genes.
However, the large black characters engraved on the ground were like prisons, blocking the greed in people's hearts.
[Gift to Augustus on Earth]
Although they are engraved on the ground of the square, in everyone's eyes, those dark words are like huge obelisks standing in the square.
Intimidating.
Looking at everything she had created with her own hands, Animusfia nodded with satisfaction.
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Animusfia, who avoided the crowds of fanatical citizens directly from the air and completed the miracle, returned to the Senate Palace.
An endless stream of people worshiped in front of the Temple of Saturn and the Golden Hill.
The first step in Animusphia's plan had been achieved, and he had successfully made himself known to the people of Rome.
However, if you want to implement the next step of the plan, you still need to let the fruits that have already been produced ferment again.
At this point, let him keep his gold and silver for a few more days.
At least everyone within Romagna should know that there are countless gold and silver treasures in the city of Rome.
In this way, Animusfia can better drive people's hearts.
Although money and foolish faith are not the only ways to drive people's hearts, in Rome, a slave society, these two were undoubtedly the fastest.
As for whether someone will steal his gold and silver?
Animusfia has never worried about this problem. Even if someone dares to steal at the risk of angering the gods, they will not get any gold or silver.
Be it gold or silver coins, everything was created by his illusion.
All he could bring out was the wealth in the Temple of Saturn.
How to use it specifically requires detailed planning.
"Governor! I saw everything!"
Nero's eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars, and he excitedly said to Animusfia who came back.
"Your Majesty, are you awake yet?"
Animusfia was a little surprised.
You must know that Nero had just fallen asleep, and only a few hours had passed.
"There is such a big movement outside, how could Yu still ignore it? If you don't talk about that, how on earth did you do it...? There is so much wealth, even Yu is a little moved."
"Those are yours, Your Majesty."
Animusfia bowed to Nero and said.
"Really?"
"Of course, if you don't mind that everything is an illusion disguised by me."
"Sure enough, it's still a lie. Alas. That's right. How could such a good thing happen? I'm still a little too naive."
Nero also came back from his excitement and sighed.
"Your Majesty, this is not right."
Animusfia corrected Nero and said:
"Huh? Did you really conjure gold?"
“It doesn’t matter whether you actually have gold, it matters that others believe you have wealth.”
"Others' belief?"
"Yes, others' belief, in other words, credibility."
