Hearing these insults, Anthony had a look of nostalgia on his face and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Nigris noticed his expression and said with some surprise: "You have this expression after being scolded? You are so perverted."
"Haha, this tone, this emotion, this kind of speaking skills immediately brought me back to the familiar environment before. Intrigue and swaying people's hearts are what I'm good at. I've been in the Chaos Side for a long time recently. The ones I encountered were all naive ancient gods, and they were very unchallenging, so I lost my composure, and it depends on how I play with her." Anthony said with a smile.
Well, it's true that the environment on the Chaos Side is destined to be a world where power is greater than wisdom. When the gap in power cannot be made up by wisdom, the importance of wisdom will drop sharply.
No matter how many tricks and strategies you use, you can't defeat the Ancient God. What do you need that kind of thing for?
Therefore, most of the guys he met on the Chaos Side were stupid straight people, and Anthony could see through them at a glance. He used to build psychological portraits of strangers when he met them, but there is no need for such things now.
There was no room for Anthony to play in this kind of environment. Normally he could only come up with ideas. He felt like his head was going to be rusty. Now he finally met a guy who slapped them as soon as they met. It felt like It's like walking in the desert and encountering an oasis. It's like taking a bath in so much water.
Nigris asked curiously: "How are you going to play with her? Do you need our cooperation?"
"My lord, just help me. My lord, please stop her talking." Anthony took out the echo flute and put it under the base of his tongue, and sang in a strange tone:
"The holy light shines brightly throughout the ages, and the divine metaphor is vague, but it must have an echo - the Great Echo Technique·Forbidden."
Ange tilted his head and said casually: "Don't make any noise."
Don't make any noise! Quarrel! Quarrel! Quarrel! ——
Ange's simple words immediately spat out of Anthony's mouth and turned into a huge sound wave that hit the scaly building.
The woman who was shouting abuse on the tower was shocked, but she immediately pushed her hands up, and a bright light shone, as if purifying the noise.
But when she opened her mouth to say something again, she found that no matter how hard she tried, she could no longer make a sound.
Nigris said angrily: "So this is your Great Speech Spell? Didn't you mean to redefine a divine spell? It turns out that you used a trick to replace it with the Great Echo Spell."
Anthony said awkwardly: "How can it be so easy to define new magic? It's all about talent."
"Okay, you've banned Yan, and then what? If it's just a ban, does it need to be so complicated? Can't you just go over and beat her up?" Nigris said in confusion.
"Of course it's different. Have you noticed that the woman who spoke has better clothes and skin color, and looks like she has a high status. But if you look at the other people, they are all thin, with bad complexions and bad clothes. They are from different classes at first glance. Yes, I used thunderous means to ban that woman just to show these people." Anthony explained.
Negris followed Anthony's words and looked at the other buildings. Sure enough, except for the tower where this woman was, the other buildings were all low and crowded. Wherever there were window sills, door openings, etc., there were several people crowded in with their heads peeping out. A head.
The people in those buildings were basically unkempt and thin, and their condition was worse than that of the slaves in the Blood Abyss.
Seeing Anthony open his mouth, the superior woman was silenced. Most people couldn't help but widen their eyes and mouths, as if they had seen something incredible.
Anthony continued: "That woman labeled us as a liar, a fake, a blasphemer of God's light, and so on. She was extremely repulsive to us. Was she repelling us? No, she was repelling change."
"She doesn't want to change her situation. Who doesn't want to change? Vested interests, the ruling class. People in this class hate change the most, because change will cause damage to their existing interests."
"Just like those conservative old rotten corpses in the church, any reform is like killing them, and will bring about the most severe suppression, euphemistically called - tradition." As he spoke, Anthony became more emotional, His tone was full of disdain, probably because he had received a lot of anger from those church conservatives in the past.
"I generally abandon this class. The cost of buying them is too high. It is better to share their interests with others. The things copied from them can be distributed to hundreds of thousands of poor people. It’s much easier to get up.”
At this point, Anthony flew to the scale and raised his voice: "Can anyone come out and answer my question? Can anyone come out and answer my question?"
The people who were poking their heads in the other buildings looked at each other in confusion, and many of them simply retracted their heads. Some children wanted to look again, but were pulled back by their parents.
Very good. After screening out some of them, Anthony shifted his gaze to those who had not retracted their heads and found some of them who had curious eyes, excited expressions, and younger ones.
Finally, his eyes fell on a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with an empty left hand: It’s you.
Anthony floated towards the boy, took out a vegetable dumpling, and said with a kind expression: "Hello, can I ask you some questions? What's your name?"
I have to say that Anthony is really good at reading people. If he is a cautious and timid middle-aged person, he may just kneel down and scratch his head at this moment, but young people are generally much bolder.
After glancing at Anthony, the young man gritted his teeth and took the dumplings, saying, "My name is Tiepi."
After saying that, he couldn't wait to stuff the vegetable dumplings into his mouth, as if he was afraid of being robbed. However, he misjudged the power of the vegetable dumplings. He originally bit back the glutinous rice dumplings, but he soon opened his eyes and burped. .
"Haha, this is the gift of light. One can fill the stomach. What happened to your hand? How did it break?" Anthony asked kindly.
"The priest cut him off after stealing something to eat." Ironhide said.
"Priest?" Anthony pointed to the woman on the tower: "Is she a priest?"
Tiepi nodded: "She is a great priest, and there are many other priests like her."
Under Anthony's skillful cross-examination, young Ironhide quickly explained the origins of these people.
To be cautious, Anthony did not continue, but asked: "Do you believe in miracles? The God of Light can make your broken hand grow back."
Tiepi was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened: "Really?"
Anthony smiled slightly: "Really, do you believe in the light? Pray to him..."
Plop, Tiepi knelt down without saying a word, and prayed in the tone of a drowning man: "God of Light, save me, please let me eat enough every day, please let me regenerate my broken hand, I can do whatever you ask me to do." OK."
Having a full meal every day was still ahead of the list of those who had lost their hands and were reborn. It seemed that what really moved this young man and made him desperate was not the rebirth of his broken hands, but the vegetable dumpling just now.
But it doesn't matter, the young man is already a tool at this time, and Anthony solemnly said: "The light has felt your piety, and the Lord's eyes are watching you..."
Following Anthony's words, both he and the boy seemed to be lifted up by invisible hands, rising into the air and reaching a position where everyone could see. Then Ange used his hands to perform miracles.
Although Ange usually seems to be very easy to perform, but with a few drops of essence, he can make the broken limbs grow back, which is a miracle in anyone's eyes.
When Anthony showed it grandly to everyone, most people already recognized the identity of the God of Light.
At this time, Anthony brought some teenagers back, repeatedly asked for various information, and then compared it with what Tiepi said to confirm the authenticity.
At this point, he basically understood the details of these people, and then sighed: "Oh, forget it, they are all poor people, no more fun."
Thank you QElazy, Fusheng Ruomeng 56, for the reward.
(End of chapter)
