Chapter 493 Leaving

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"really not bad."

Medici held up his chin and looked at the banquet on the beach. The scene of mixed entertainment between half-giants and humans made him feel a little nostalgic: "But you don't want to go, so I have to accompany you here to drink the sea breeze."

Looking at the lively scene below, Red Angel also had the urge to sigh. He thought of his "war red" - not the current one, but the past.

It's not that Medici doesn't value his current team, but time has gone forever. The legion that once truly connected with him, and the subordinates who held high the sacred banner with him, he lives and shares with them. Death, charging and retreating with them, He could hear everyone's voice, and also heard the wails and roars when they were all annihilated after his death.

Some people always have a misunderstanding, that is, the God of War must always be victorious, but Medici remembers how many times in the past he had to retreat in the face of powerful enemies in deadly battles. In the beginning, He used soldiers as tools, urging him to They died for victory. After that, He began to treat them as comrades and companions. He cherished his feathers and no longer used them desperately for victory. Later, He learned to best order his legion and became a man who could communicate with the soldiers. While being a general who eats a pot of rice and drinks and chats happily, he also becomes a ruthless god.

The final defeat was undoubtedly the most unforgettable, which also gave the past "War Red" a special place in Medici's heart.

"You really don't want to go down?"

Medici added, and randomly named two people in the crowd: "They are your parents this time, as well as the believer who respects your Lord very much, and other people who have not given up their faith in the Lord. They will probably all I’m very welcome to eat with you and talk to you.”

Ourolius stood beside Medici, looking down at the seaside at the foot of the mountain, silent, like a stone statue.

"Look, I said that boy Klein is still trustworthy and worthy of help. The Lord's vision will not go wrong. Those people were unwilling to convert to him, but he still took them away instead of leaving them to fend for themselves in the Eastern Continent. Destroy yourself," Medici continued.

"Him?" Angel of Destiny spoke softly, "It should be Him."

"He wants to be called him." Medici shrugged.

After a moment of silence, He stood up.

"Sigh... Although you said that I have no plans for the future, it seems that you are not so clear about your future thoughts."

Medici sighed:

"And Oochi, since you didn't leave with God, you can only wander with me in the future."

"where are we going?"

…

In the afternoon, the four members of the Tarot Society successfully met in the captain's cabin of the "Future".

"It's incredible." Derrick couldn't restrain his excitement from the beginning and said with a smile, "In the Eastern Continent, it was Mr. World who came to help us. Just as we were about to leave, we met Mr. 'The Hanged Man' and Ms. 'Hermit', thank you Mr. 'Fool' for your guidance, I'm really happy to see you all again, and praise Mr. 'Fool'!"

"Praise Him." Klein answered.

"Yeah, I thought I would always be a scientific expedition team member in Intis..." Cattleya pushed up her glasses and asked a spiritual creature to pour steaming tea for everyone, and said softly, "Praise 'The Fool'."

Alger nodded and joined the conversation: "I got information from a great being, and then I learned that 'The World' was going to take you out. Just as I was about to set sail, I saw the fleet of the 'Hermit'. Knowing that our goals are the same. Therefore, I venture to guess that the person who gave me the oracle is the hidden sage of Intis, and he may be an ally of the 'Fool' who is also an ancient god."

As he spoke, he looked at Gehrman's expression nervously, and would immediately stop talking as soon as his guess made his face look slightly bad.

He was also very clever and did not mention the construction of the "Poseidon" parish in Bayam that he and Daniz were responsible for during this period. He did not rush to claim credit for a while and waited until Derrick and the people from the God's Abandoned Land arrived at his place, " "The world" will naturally see the efforts of myself and others.

Hearing his guess, Cattleya nodded:

"Yes, I also received the oracle from the Hidden Sage, asking me to come to that private port in the Rhoside Islands, and someone would tell me what to do. However, I didn't expect Mr. 'The Hanged Man' to be there. "

She and Alger looked at each other, and then looked at Klein.

"Perhaps the Sage hopes to send people from the Eastern Continent to us to open up an area for the followers of the 'Fool' in Intis?"

Thinking back to Intis, who now has ten rooms and nine empty houses, and whose population is only as large as Trier, Cattleya couldn't help but think divergently: "To be honest, don't say twenty thousand people, even two hundred thousand people , Intis can also accommodate it... However, there is already the Creator and the Mystery Church there. Do we want to give the missionary rights to the church of the foreign god Mr. Fool like Rune did before?"

The great flood of the God of Thunder has brought horrific damage and irreparable losses to this country. Although Intis has relaxed its immigration policy, even if the illegal immigrants who are smuggled in are included, the current total population of Intis is only... ...less than three million.

It is only equivalent to the entire population of two or three large cities under normal conditions.

And whether they are extraordinary people or civilians, as long as they experience it, they all suffer from related illnesses without exception - the official name of the two major churches is "stress-induced post-traumatic syndrome" - they are afraid of the sea and large bodies of water. Even fishermen can't muster up the courage to continue going to sea. They can only let extraordinary people maintain the operation of coastal cities until immigrants come to take over these industries.

Although Cattleya knew about the existence of "anchors" and their effect on gods through the Tarot Society, she did not know how many people a god needed as "anchors" to maintain a normal state.

After all, it seems that one god has always occupied a country, and millions of people in a country all believe in one god, or two gods are equally divided. Even the former God of Steam and Machinery obtained the missionary rights of Loen through technical cooperation on the premise of having some Intis believers. The number of believers is also equivalent to half the country's population.

After the Creator replaced the Eternal Sun, while the Church of Steam chose new allies, it also stood on the opposite side of the Lord of Storms at that time and could no longer stay in Loen. Almost all the Beyonders and Sealed Artifacts must be transferred out of Loen within the time limit set by the two major churches of Night and Storm.

They lost their original status.

A small number of churches only require a small number of "Mechanical Heart" members, and most of the Extraordinaries of the Steam Church in Loen have to migrate to Intis.

This is under the premise that there are many people who believe in the "God of Steam and Machinery", and some of them are key figures in post-war reconstruction. The Church of Mother Earth, which had fewer believers, worse influence, and even no right to preach, was directly expelled and closed down by the church leaders.

Hearing this, Alger couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Judging from the diocese he and Daniz opened, it was definitely barely able to accommodate 20,000 people, but both the resources and the level of comfort were far inferior to those of a single country. If Derrick and the others go to Intis, what will they do here?

Fortunately, just when he was worried about gains and losses, Herman spoke.

"This is the hidden sage's good intention, but one helping is enough."

He didn't agree to the Demon of Knowledge's request, so naturally he didn't dare to accept the other party's help, even if the other party might really be a casual stroke.

He looked at Alger and said: "Please find an island in the Rhoside Islands that is large enough for them to live, maintain a certain amount of contact, and not get along with the resistance for the time being. As for whether you believe in 'Poseidon' or 'The Fool', or both, It’s up to them to decide.”

Phew... Alger felt his heart slowly relax again, and immediately agreed:

"No problem. I have already booked the location of the inhabitable islands before I set off. There are also small villages on them that the Thunder Church will not pay attention to. They all believe in the 'Poseidon'."

Hearing what he said, Klein couldn't help but be curious:

"Approximately how many followers of Poseidon are there now?"

Thinking of the total population of Silver City and Moon City, Alger took Derrick's thoughts into account and slightly reduced the number:

"The missionary activities around Bayam did not go well. The Church of the God of Thunder did not care at first, but later began to investigate other faiths. The main force of 'Poseidon' believers is still the local resistance force, with a total of more than 40,000 people."

"In addition, the village residents on the small islands around the Rhoside Islands are basically indigenous people. They have religious traditions and are basically willing to secretly believe in the 'Poseidon'. There is no specific statistics on the number of people, but it should be less than 10,000."

"As for pirates and sailors who have random beliefs at sea, it is impossible to count them."

These 50,000 people believe in "Poseidon", not "The Fool". There are only 20,000 people in the Eastern Continent who believe in "The Fool"... Alger feels that the number of believers is really shabby, so he can't help but feel a little uneasy, waiting for God The fate of the beloved.

Fifty thousand people believe in "Poseidon", so many!

It's a pity that I couldn't hear the prayer to "Poseidon" when I was in the land abandoned by the gods. Otherwise, my mental state might be better - or it might be worse, because the image of "Poseidon" is completely different from that of "The Fool", and it is easy for me to be confused. My cognition is confused and I need to separate early.

Klein digested the good news and immediately said calmly:

"You did very well."

Before Alger could put on his usual fearful smile and say words of gratitude, Klein added fuel to the fire in a low voice:

"In the future, Mr. Fool will give the position of 'Poseidon' to his subordinates."

"The item corresponding to 'Poseidon', that scepter corresponds to Sequence 3 of the 'Sailor' pathway, and is on the same level as 'Sea King' Yan Cotman...it is sleeping in the underground sealing chamber of Silver City. I can send it to you at any time." It gets back.”

With Alger's brain, the words were enough for this purpose, even a little too much.

After Klein said this, he sat upright again and just gave Alger a meaningful look.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Alger's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He nodded vigorously, a rare gesture of failure: "Thank you...Thank you, Mr. Fool, for your affirmation, and thank you, 'World', I will definitely do it." I will redouble my efforts and regard the construction of the Poseidon Church as my lifelong career!"

Klein smiled: "The people of Silver City and Moon City have inherited ancient traditions and sacrificial methods, and have a complete set of plans. In this regard, the current 'Poseidon' Church and the future 'Fool' Church will both trouble you." ”

"No problem!" Alger's voice was hoarse.

He couldn't wait to set sail back to Bayam!

…

on the beach.

"Friend, are these seeds all your works?"

Frank, who was packing his things and getting ready to board the ship, suddenly heard a voice. He turned around and saw a taller man walking over. Although the visitor was a bit unfamiliar, the half-giants on the beach were all survivors of the land abandoned by God. Frank turned his head generously, showed him the seeds, and proudly said the introduction that he had said many times. :

"That's right! These are..."

The stranger's movements interrupted Frank's introduction. He walked forward on his own, casually grabbed a few pockets behind Frank, and said to himself very familiarly:

"This is the product of crossing vines and pork. The genes of the leaves are incorporated into the pork, and pork chops can be grown directly. This is... wheat crossed with cows, and the wheat ears are directly filled with milk. It seems that you have improved a lot Step, this is... goose-flavored cabbage? It’s the same principle as apple chicken. Although there is no innovation, it’s great to be able to improve the original technology into this.”

Frank blinked and scratched his head.

He felt something was wrong with the scene in front of him, but he couldn't say: "Uh, thank you...?"

While talking, the stranger had already looked at all the seeds and fruits in the dozen pockets, and raised his head with a smile.

"Hey, you also made a potion for rapid plant growth?... Although it is not purely using fertilizers and potions as written in your plan, it can divide the blessing of a 'harvest' into fifteen parts and retain 70% of the original blessing. The effect...is pretty good, Frank."

"Compared to the beginning, you have made a lot of progress, and I appreciate your efforts."

Frank looked at the stranger's face and suddenly shouted:

"you!"

"It's you! You are..."

"Shh." The stranger's expression became serious, "Don't say it, I just want to check and accept your experimental results."

"Yes, yes." Frank was excited. "I thought you were still in Intis. You have too many students. My experiments are gradually getting on the right track. It is difficult to get your answer. I will use the technology of the golem. I gave it to you and received your commendation.”

The stranger - the Lord of Wither blinked. He realized that he had been mistaken for the demon of knowledge, but he did not intend to clarify - "I am very busy, but I have not forgotten you, an outstanding student. After all, in biology There are not many people who have made such achievements in academics.”

Frank was so complimented that he scratched his hair and giggled.

"They call you Fertile, which is the highest form of appreciation for a cultivator," He said.

"By the way, Frank, my purpose is not just to accept your results, I will also take your ship to the outside world to confirm that all the survivors are safe before leaving. During this time, you must remember not to expose me identity of."

"Yes!" Frank nodded vigorously, "Yes!!"

After saying that, Cattleya's horn sounded just in time, telling everyone that it was time to leave.

The two thousand people who were selected gathered at the front, said goodbye to their families and friends, lined up, and boarded the ships along the pier. They were dispersed to the flagship of the "Poseidon", the "Future" and other fleets. .

Frank shook his head and found that the incarnation of the god in front of him had long since disappeared.

In the distance, the Lord of Wither, who had changed his container, had seamlessly blended into the boarding team, chatting and laughing with the people and entering the cabin together.

After getting on the boat, people dispersed and found a place to sit. He also quickly said goodbye to the people around him.

One of the people who had just talked to Him was still unfinished and said:

"You people in Yuecheng are so well-informed, I'm so envious."

The person asked wondered:

"Isn't that someone from your Silver City?"

TBC

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Demon of Knowledge: My spiritual intuition seems to have been triggered.

Lao Ai: (Turn off the shared live broadcast long ago) Oh.