Struggle in the Steam Age

What Lawrence didn't expect was that when he and Nora walked out of the pyramid, they didn't encounter the imaginary siege of a large group of jackals. It's just that the problem they are facing now is worse than the siege of jackals, because a large group of jackals waiting at the door directly kneel there and firmly believe that Nora is the new incarnation of the harpy god they believed in before.

After Lawrence told these jackals that Nora was born because of him, the group of jackals did not deny their point of view because the little doll of Nora came from a human hand, but had other explanations.

"That's right!" The leading jackal showed a holy expression. "My lord, no one can know how the gods will be reborn. Now that he appears in this world with you through your hands, it can only show that it is your luck. It proves that you are the one favored by our Lord. So , Today you came here and entered the pyramid, allowing him to be reborn as prophesied. And so many of us did not stop you from entering the pyramid, presumably you were guided by our Lord..."

"Listen, after I entered the pyramid, I found the fragments of Harbi's godhead in the core room. And this little doll, Nora, was made by consuming the fragments of godhead." Lawrence felt that what he said should be very clear. , and also prepared for the opponent to run away as soon as he made a move.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the leading white-haired jackal took out a palm-sized golden lotus and waved it at Lawrence, and then two petals on the golden lotus lit up brightly and darkly.

"Your supernatural level is very low. In the era when the golden solar boat was sailing in the sky of the ancient Nile dynasty's territory, you were just qualified to enter the temple building." The slender wolf face of the jackal showed a look A gentle enough smile for a wolf. "It's not that I'm disrespectful to you, but at your level, it's impossible to do something to a true god's divinity?"

At this time, the other jackals also nodded, and they also believed that it was impossible to make the fragments of the godhead into such a vivid divine construct with Lawrence's level. Reborn in another form.

As for Lawrence himself not admitting this, there is no problem in the eyes of the jackals. After all, these jackals clearly saw the intimate interaction between Nora, who they regarded as the incarnation of the gods, and Lawrence, which proved the relationship between the two people.

In their thinking, the current situation must be that the divinely constructed life form of the harpy god incarnation did not want to tell Lawrence these things about the resurrection of the gods. And as pious believers, they are not suitable and should not inquire about these things, and they should not even think about what these gods are unwilling to say.

"Well, I really can't understand your logic." Lawrence shrugged helplessly. He felt that he couldn't explain anything to this group of believers, because their brain power was too strong.

"Maybe this is also a good thing." Nora suddenly approached Lawrence's head lightly, and then said through the soul connection between the two. "I can feel that you want to help these jackals who are living a hard life, and we also need the resources produced by this astral plane. I think if I am recognized as their god, maybe I can get here Two goals."

"This way—maybe it will work." Lawrence suddenly thought that this was not the main plane, but an astral plane that was considered lost. So as long as the news here is not exposed, there is no danger for Nora to pretend to be a god here.

Considering that this is a rare good thing with low risk and high reward, Lawrence finally felt that it is better to let this thing take its course. After finding out that Lawrence did not object, Nora floated up from Lawrence's shoulders, and then floated in front of the group of kneeling jackals.

"Do you really think that I am your god?" Nora the little puppet asked with her head tilted in the air, but at this time she did not open her mouth to speak, but used a kind of spiritual power to make herself slightly The immature child's voice sounded directly in the mind of the jackal below.

"Yes... yes... yes, you are the rebirth of our god Harpy!" the leading white jackal said excitedly after knocking his head heavily on the stone floor.

"But I don't remember at all." Nora spread her hands with an innocent look. "I only have what my elder brother told me in my mind now, and I don't have any memory of God Habi."

"Your Majesty, you are our god. We all confirm this." The leading jackal said very firmly. "We have been waiting for you for thousands of years, and after hundreds of generations, we finally have you."

"However, I'm really not a god now." Nora pointed out another problem of her own, "I'm only a little bit stronger than my brother now, and I'm not as powerful as the gods I know."

"Of course, it is impossible for you to become a true god immediately after you are reborn." The leading white-haired jackal explained respectfully. "However, we will soon spread the news of your return to every corner of this astral plane. I believe that when they learn of your return, they will definitely reorganize their beliefs and become your servants to help you regain your throne. Back to heaven."

"Back to the sky? I don't want to leave my elder brother." Nora asked childishly, looking at the jackal lying on the ground. "You said just now that you are willing to serve me and become my servants. Does that mean that you will not violate my orders and are willing to do as I say. Is this true?"

"Of course, we are willing to give everything for you." Hearing that Nora let go of her willingness to become her own god, the leading jackal happily led the werewolves behind him to kowtow again. Then he raised his head and asked, "Great god, please grant your title."

Obviously, these jackals also realized that the reborn gods were not the same as the original gods, so they looked forward to the little puppet giving them a new honorable name for them to worship.

"Your title, do I need another name?" The little puppet looked confused. "My name is Nora. I think you can call me that."

"It's not your majesty, you need a title." The leading jackal said seriously, "Any god has his title, and your name can only be called by those who are very close to you with your permission. Believers and all People usually can’t call gods by their names directly.”

"That is to say, a title similar to the God of Knowledge, the King of Knowledge or the Namer of All Knowledge." Lawrence said through the spiritual connection with Nora, "Of course, you are not a real god now, Therefore, it is best not to take such a title with priesthood information, to avoid hostility from certain existences."

"It seems that this title must be taken!" Nora nodded thoughtfully, then sat on Lawrence's shoulder and said. "It's too troublesome to give yourself a title, brother, why don't you give me one."

Sure enough, this little puppet was purely based on Lawrence when the core self-consciousness was formed, which caused her to resemble Lawrence in many ways, such as the fact that she was named Fei. So when she heard about the name, Nora directly gave the job to Lawrence.

"Okay, okay, let me help you think of a better title." Lawrence pampered the little doll's head and began to think, although for him, who is also a nameless person, Getting a nice title is a daunting task.

Of course, this kind of difficulty is just Lawrence's idea. Just look at the envy in the eyes of the group of jackals below to know how great this matter is in their eyes. Lawrence can guarantee that any of the jackals below would be willing to exchange everything he has for this opportunity.