Wizards of the North

A few days ago, Nicole often climbed to the top of the city, and stopped for longer and longer. She gazed at the east with joy, watching the breath of the gods slowly coming to cover the sky and the sun, and gradually enveloped the world.

In the strange brilliance formed by the breath, the thick ink color that cannot be covered is particularly dazzling. Like a crack in a beautiful scroll, it adds a sense of incompleteness.

When looking from a distance, Nicole could still see all kinds of visions. When the breath of the gods finally passed, the vision disappeared. Heaven and Earth did not show any difference because of this, and everything is the same as before.

However, Nicole knew that the gods had already put this place in their palms.

With the familiar breath coming, the idols in Yong'an City began to shine. Ruoyuowu's gray mist lingers and rises around the idol. In the dead of night, there may even be souls on the surface of the statue.

Nicole vaguely remembered the battlefield back then, when there were too many dead souls hiding in it. The fading breath of the gods caused these dead souls to curl up in the depths of the idols and never show their heads again. Now they are awakened again with the return of the gods.

Nicole knew—her **** not only came back, but became stronger.

Every day, she still repeats the monotonous and boring missionary work. The seemingly unchanging words and deeds have added a wave of firmness that inspires people's hearts.

...

Bran glanced at Yong'an City through the magic network, looked at the simple gods worshipped by every household, and couldn't help frowning slightly. Strands of life's fire with their own expectations are burning the gods.

Under the will of the group, the fire of life in the city continues to jump and converge, forming a raging trend. Countless wills are twisted and manifested in the firelight.

The sound of prayer comes from this.

After some inspections, Bran finally turned his gaze to the tall idol in front of Nicole, and some vague memories also emerged from his mind.

Bran remembered this idol, which was his creation, a device used to collect souls. At that time, the war was not over, and he just happened to be interested in the soul.

It's just that interest comes fast and goes fast. When his hidden dangers were eliminated, he ran back to Beidi City, leaving everything related to the Western Realm behind.

Before, Bran had never known whether the soul would feel hungry, but now he knows.

At the beginning, the magic power contained in the idol was still rich, but as more and more souls poured in, the magic power began to dry up. Even if the idol can slowly attract and assimilate the surrounding magic, it cannot stop this trend.

Hunger, or the crisis after survival is threatened, has changed these crowded souls.

In a short time, Bran could not interpret much information from the idol. But he at least knew that these remnant souls reached a consensus and began to divide up newcomers.

Bran looked at the souls still crowded in the idol, and at the few shining silver bugs, the ultimate winner was self-evident.

Even if they are dead, these insects still follow their instincts during their lifetime, and obey the will of the group with the insect king as the core. This gives them an advantage in the process of sharing food, and a few insect kings will always eat first. When they accumulate to a certain critical point, they also undergo transformation.

Bran's remaining will in the idol always bound them. Even if they have strong power, they dare not leave here, they are patiently waiting for the master's call.

In the dim temple, souls slowly poured out from the idols. Nicole, who was kneeling in front of the idol, stopped praying. With unspeakable excitement, she bowed down at the feet of the **** statue.

"Get up."

Nicole stood up obediently, only to realize that there were two shiny silver bugs standing beside him at some unknown time.

"This is..." As soon as she spoke, Nicole immediately realized that she was rude, so she lowered her head.

"The heroic souls evolved from those dead souls. From today on, they will guard this temple forever." The words paused, "You did everything here?"

"It's the effort of all believers."

"This place belongs to the gods of light, even if they want me to leave a name here, you must be careful."

"Yes!"

"Don't fight with those people. My abilities are limited, I can't satisfy the extravagant desires of most people here, let alone give strength at will."

"We don't ask for your strength, we just want to return to your embrace after death and get peace there."

"You-- can't represent them."

Nicole was silent. The **** is right, she can't represent others. A powerful force is always desirable and makes people give birth to all kinds of illusions. At the moment when the gods began to show their power, if the dark night continued to remain silent, sooner or later, most of the people around him would disperse, or even more.

But what is the significance of what she did before?

As if seeing through her thoughts, the voice reverberated: "Don't doubt the meaning, you at least found the peace you want."

This surprised Nicole, she was shaken just now.

The awakened Nicole suddenly understood that the return of the gods does not mean the end of the trial, maybe it has just begun...

Bran, who thought he had solved the trouble, went away.

On the grassland, Lily, who was patrolling along the magic net, suddenly stopped. A little bit of ink invaded out in front of him, and then grew and transformed into Bran's appearance.

"Long time no see, my dear sister." Bran pretended to greet enthusiastically.

It's a pity that Lily didn't give him a good face, "Get out! We meet every day, you just pretend to be stupid and stay silent."

Bran spread his hands, "Where is it? I'm busy running around all day, there is no free at all."

Lily ignored Bran's perfunctory, but asked bluntly: "In trouble?"

"Well, the trouble that only appeared under your connivance."

Lily knowingly asked, "Yong'an City?"

Bran sighed, nodded and asked, "What the **** is going on?"

Lily couldn't help laughing when she heard the questioning.

"At first I felt that I owed you too much, so I hoped to retain your influence. But later, I took all this as a gift, a surprise, and temporarily hid it.

Have you been to Yongan City? I should have seen the fire of life gathered there. "

Seeing Bran nodded, Lily continued to explain: "You brought up the fire of life. In Lava City, you made up for your own hidden dangers, but its role is more than that. For wizards, it is also good. Food, but we didn’t find a way to eat it before.

When those demons began to believe in us, and when the fire of life gradually gathered, I took them off easily. "

Bran looked at Lily in confusion, "How to deal with those voices?"

"You don't need to deal with it. If you lose contact with the believers after you take it off, your voice will naturally disappear."

"It's that simple?"

"Well, it's that simple." Lily smiled, "You can just erase it. Maybe you didn't notice, they are becoming part of the cycle, and piety speeds up the process.

Once integrated into our cycle, it also falls into our control. Blocking or erasing those sounds will also become a breeze. "

After listening to Lily's explanation, Bran turned his attention to Yongan City again...

After a while, I suddenly said, "I don't think you guys are at ease and want to see my jokes, so there is no reminder."

"It's a surprise!" Lily emphasized again, and then asked: "How does it taste?"

"Not very good, I don't seem to need them." A condensed flame of words appeared in Bran's hands and was thrown at Lily by him. "Even if those people are religious, they still need time to be included in the cycle."

"How could this be?" Lily tossed the flame that fell into her hand up and down, "I always thought that since it is a cycle, then there is always something to give back."

"I will continue to grow with the growth of the tributaries. That is the fire of my life. As for the reward?" Bran pointed to the flame and shook his head. "The feedback I need is definitely not it, but I have found a trace. .

Those magic powers that contain my spiritual imprint are undergoing baptism. Being absorbed and used by countless creatures in the cycle, some of the imprints and even magic power itself are annihilated. But there is always some remaining and reappearing in my body.

They returned again did not flow with my body, but gathered near the fruit. "

Brando scratched his head, "I am more distressed now, because I didn't even notice when they returned. Also, how did they return? If it weren't for Lando and Lanjia playing in my body to remind me, Never even noticed."

Bran sighed, "We are already on different paths, and there will be more such differences in the future. What is good for you is not necessarily good for me."