Chapter 724 723. I Guess You Must Be of a Very High Level to Be a Starry Sky Mage.

"I guess the so-called key figure is related to [King Dom]."

The story had an old-fashioned beginning, and Mo Cheng could guess what kind of development it would be.

But the old man glanced at Mo Cheng accusingly, "I think it's a good choice to close your mouth and listen slowly when listening to a story."

That's because there is no SKIP to press.

After thinking about it, Mo Cheng still cherished this opportunity to obtain information, so he closed his mouth and said no more.

This is also the reason why there is no need to do troublesome pre-missions to obtain this information. If the other party first gave up a troublesome task and then slowly told him a story, Mo Cheng would have pinched the other party's neck and asked her to tell the key points. .

"That is a bard. There are few things he can do in the war-torn land, but they are very important."

"He brought [hope] to that land."

Hope, an ambiguous and unclear word, Mo Cheng was very interested in knowing how the bard brought "hope".

By his story?

But obviously, maybe it was Mo Cheng's previous interruption that made the old man lose the nature of detailed description, or maybe even she didn't know what that [hope] was.

She just described it in a simple sentence, "That person used his death to bring [hope] to a land filled with killing, malice, lies, and deceit, and welcomed back [humanity]."

Good guy, what is Bai Takeo? !

"After that man died, his followers launched a plan to keep that [hope] alive."

"The entire plan lasted for three hundred years. Those followers completely hid themselves. After secretly controlling various countries, they reunited to carry out the plan to the final step."

The old man looked at Mo Cheng and said word by word: "The purpose of the plan is to resurrect the person who has [hope]."

"Resurrection is not that cheap." Mo Cheng frowned and retorted to the old man, "To resurrect a person who has been dead for three hundred years, not to mention whether he has the ability to just control a few countries, he has to ask the gods whether they agree. Glory Even the Pope’s resurrection magic can’t do it.”

This plan is not feasible at all. Anyone with a clear mind will know it, let alone a player like Mo Cheng.

In the original "Foreign Land", the writers often told the story of a very talented young man causing a natural disaster of the undead in order to resurrect his lover.

At the same time, resurrection involves the ownership of the soul, which is equivalent to getting involved in the property of the gods.

To put it mildly, it is no different than reaching into the exclusive vaults of the gods.

This is because I don’t know how to write the word [death] at all.

"Yes, resurrection is not that cheap. Moreover, within three hundred years, it is enough to change people's minds."

The old man nodded and continued: "But after all, that is the goal they have been pursuing for three hundred years. Even if it is not for others, this plan must be completed for their own sake, otherwise their three hundred years of planning will become a joke. The meaning of their existence as an organizational group will no longer have a foundation to maintain."

In other words, some people, or most of the followers, have forgotten the original goal and are planning to settle for second best.

"So, they changed their mind. Since they can't resurrect the person who really brings [hope], then they can just let the [hope] that best suits everyone appear."

"With the alliance of several countries, the cooperation of the bishops of many churches and even the Pope, the [Hope], the perfect king who belongs to everyone and is worshiped by everyone, is resurrected."

Mo Cheng listened quietly to the origin of [King Dom], which originated from an unknown bard who brought [Hope], but what those followers finally brought out was a man who met everyone's expectations. 【hope】.

Being recognized by everyone sounded perfect, but once he thought about it carefully, Mo Cheng felt shuddering.

With a dark face, Mo Cheng squeezed out each word from between his teeth, "Those idiots, they are making gods!"

He finally understood why Dom was a god, because this guy had been designed to be like that by his followers from the moment he was born.

It meets everyone's expectations. It seems simple, but the actual performance is that when the existence of [Dom] appears in front of others, others think that he is [Hope], and it will be just like in that chaotic period. Generally follow his footsteps, listen to his ideas, and even learn from his deeds personally.

Another term for this kind of thing is called: faith.

Only [God] can absorb faith, and only [God] can be believed in, or sooner or later he will become [God].

What those followers conducted was a standard [god-making experiment]!

"One-third is [God], one-third is [Hope], and one-third is [human]. [King Dom] was born in this way, and the Vahlan Empire was also born. Just like that. When everyone thinks that the king who only exists in fantasy will lead them to a better place..."

Mo Cheng added the words at the right time, "[King Dom] is crazy, and [Crazy King Dom] appears."

"Guess why [King Dom] is crazy?"

After knowing the reason, it is not difficult to deduce the problem. "It lies in the fact that [King Dom] meets everyone's expectations. No one can meet everyone's expectations, not even God."

For one person's expectations, when this expectation spreads to thousands or even more people, it is absolutely impossible to find the point where [everyone can accept it].

Even if it is a god, some people choose to believe or not believe in it because of various aspects such as their doctrine, priesthood, divinity, etc. Even among believers, not all believe in it for the same reason.

"It is indeed one of the reasons." The old man nodded, "But [King Dom] has existed for hundreds of years, why did it fall into madness at the end? Guess why."

The old man didn't know why, but he seemed to be the Riddler at this time.

Mo Cheng wanted to punch the other person in the face, then press her down to clean her shoes with her face, telling her that this was the fate of the Riddler.

But he soon discovered that although the distance between the old man and him was only a few meters away, it was just outside his optimal explosive distance.

That was a distance that Mo Cheng was not sure about completely killing the opponent.

"I guess it would be a good fit for you to be a Star Mage."

In Mo Cheng's opinion, this old man could tell riddles better than Dorothy next to him.

At least the latter generally don't tell riddles on important matters.

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