Chapter 681: Theocracy

Three years is a rare leisure time for Bran. And he believes that this period of time will continue for some time.
Because of jealousy, my sister plunged back into the magic sea to create a weapon that was her own, but some things depended on her talent. It is not impossible, but it takes more time and energy.
"Slow work leads to meticulous work", Bran comforted the crowd watching the excitement while worrying about his sister. He felt his hands—itchy!
At present, many things operate and change according to inertia, and no more effort is needed. He didn't want anyone to break the atmosphere and add unnecessary trouble at this time.
That's great! His sister's immaculate avatar gave him more buffer time. The followers of the dark night who have stepped into another world are therefore able to calmly start their plans. They will open the dark era there, leaving traces that belong to the night. Such as darkness, moonlight, and death...
Although the goal was achieved on Qiming, Bran didn't think that could be considered a success. Because a broken and withered world cannot perfectly interpret the meaning of life.
So, he decided to make some changes-to save more lives for himself and others. The world will be shrouded in darkness, but it cannot become dilapidated.
This time, he wanted to leave more marks, as he planned many years ago-to establish a system.
...
Three years ago, Adam and War Witch's tossing in the treasury finally attracted his attention.
Although those light spots did not attract him at all, they were only for him. It shouldn't be the case for others, otherwise why didn't my sister mean to give away?
The reason, there was speculation back then. The crystals deposited in the fire of faith can only be related to faith. It is not attractive to myself, perhaps because it is the crystallization of faith that does not belong to me.
If you want to prove the speculation, you can only experiment, use yourself and others. Some people naturally become experimental subjects. For example, Aiqi, Dani...
Three years! Bran only hated the two who had too few believers. It is still far away to wait for the fire of faith that belongs to them to converge into a raging trend.
Fortunately, the fire of faith that belongs to the dark night and death is getting more and more intense, and the corresponding crystals have been precipitated.
Even if it is just a trace of pan-trust that arises out of identification, the two worlds are already very impressive. What's more, after entering the netherworld, those dead will more or less leave humble promises or begging because of fear.
He hadn't noticed before, because of the intricacies of general letter, he had never considered the huge base. Just like others, focus on those devout believers, and don't want to spend energy to disturb and purify these scattered sparks. If you don't want to get crystals as soon as possible, I'm afraid I will continue to let it go.
The crystal of death is the first to condense. When holding it, Bran immediately gave birth to a trace of enlightenment-authority! This is the interpretation of death by all spirits, and if you possess it, you will have part of the power of death.
It just needs more time to refine before going further. So Bran threw the crystal back into the fire of faith like Lily, hoping that it could continue to absorb the power of all souls and bring him even greater surprises.
Interpretation
Bran does not think that All Souls can really interpret death perfectly, just as he cannot give others power that is not his own. Part of his body has been completely integrated with a certain link of death, and this part can only be determined by him.
When he thought of this, he suddenly realized - perhaps in the process of growing up, these wizards had already become the concrete manifestation of a certain phenomenon.
For example, light, such as dark night.
They are actually already in harmony with certain things, from the moment they became wizards. In the dark, all spirits joined in at the right time, giving and confirming them more authority.
I—that is, the dark night, whether it is interpreted or not, I—is me.
From this perspective, no matter who the crystals fall into the hands, some facts cannot be changed. However, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, we must be more careful.
Crystals, like them, are all concrete. The only difference is that he never had an independent will. This also explains why it makes Adam and his like crazy.
A powerful force without a master, even if they don't know what it is. But as a member of all spirits, instinct determines their behavior.
Whether Adam or War Witch, he neither touched the original power in the sea of ​​magic as he hoped, nor did he belong to the source of faith like him, so naturally he was unable to resist this temptation.
Since they are unable to fight, then they cannot be expected to control. What's more, these crystals have no faith connection with them, so how can they control it?
...
In the trial hall, Bran appeared on the throne for almost three years. With his appearance, the whole hall became solemn. The wind of soul passing through the hall no longer makes an annoying whistle.
Even if the figure caught in the throne is not conspicuous, the invisible aura makes everyone feel a bit suffocated.
People know that this pressure is not intentional, just because they know their king somewhat.
They accompanied their king all the way to the present, watching him transform from a mortal into a real god.
The once familiar and ordinary figure gradually became different. I don't know when, a strange breath lingers around him, making people suffocate and dare not look directly.
Three years! This breath became stronger.
Occasionally, Huahua will appear in his arms, this is also the time for everyone to breathe a sigh of relief. Because with the appearance of Huahua, the aura of compelling people will weaken a bit.
As a result, in private, everyone gradually had some speculation. For example, what troubled their king that made him fall into contemplation; what news did the black cat bring every time?
In cautiousness, three years passed in a flash. The figure on the throne makes simple things no longer so simple, and everyone handles the affairs at hand carefully. Even ghost dogs will trot on tiptoes with their tails clamped.
This hard work has paid off for them-now, even the least influential ghost knights can deter most of the dead.
At this moment, Baz was looking at the deceased with a low eyebrow in front of him, frowning slightly. He had long heard that there is a small group of people who believe in light and night at the same time, and are equally pious.
Unexpectedly, he would meet him today...
If this is the case, it won't make him frown. Although it was a bit troublesome to arrange places, it was Charlotte's trouble. He just tossed over silently, and then waited for the excitement later.
However, he cannot do this.
In three years, he did not know when he had the power to read the lives of the dead.
Khan-Nicole's father, the person who had the most direct contact with King Dark Ye. Although the kind of contact is more appropriate to describe it as ‘beat’, this person has always been proud of it.
Anyone who has had close contact with the king shouldn't be slow, even if that contact is-fight. unfortunately! This is Netherworld, so I can’t invite you to take a seat, and then talk about homework.
After hesitating, Baz got up and sent Khan to Charlotte personally. This eye-catching move immediately made Charlotte alert.
"how?"
"Making sacrifices to Nicole's father, who was ‘raised’ by the king himself."
Khan seized the opportunity and interjected to explain: "It was just a few slaps."
This left Buzz and Charlotte speechless...
Khan was not afraid, because he knew it a long time ago—the Dark Night he believed in was also the incarnation of death. It was a pity that he never knew how to add the death part to the prayer.
This caused him to miss his daughter Nicole in the next few years. If she is still around, she will be able to offer the most perfect prayer.
"Is my daughter okay?"
This question left Baz and Charlotte at a loss as to how to answer. How can they have the energy to care about things outside?
Just as the three of them looked at each other awkwardly, a loud voice came from the throne—"Not very good."
As the sound sounded, countless dead people crawled to the ground...