Chapter 761: ?appease

Dia lowered his head and thought for a while, it was really true.
She rolled her eyes and asked along the lines: "Is that all?"
It is rare for someone to ask for advice, and the fragility immediately became interested: "Of course it is more than that. The impact of the fight will spread to all aspects. Some of them will become the post-dinner talks, some will become the object of admiration or even despise, but no matter what Whatever you become will affect the direction of faith in the world.
In this chaotic world, too quiet will only be gradually forgotten, so we need to create something to show our existence. This is especially true for you. "
"How about you?"
"Me, what do you mean?"
"Don't you want to be a deity?"
"have not thought."
"why?"
"There is no reason, I just don't want to." Fragile tilted his head, "If we can, we would prefer to be waved in the hands of Bran. That's our meaning, because we were born for it."
Dia sighed, "But, he has a new weapon."
"That's not a weapon, but a scepter! Besides, his authority doesn't need an ugly stick to manifest."
"Ha—" Dia laughed very unkindly, "Okay, then who of you is better?"
"I'm not as good as it in secretly changing the general situation and digging a hole to harm people; it is not as good as me in a life and death struggle within a short distance.
"So—" Dia shook his head, "Will the life-and-death dispute within a short distance happen to Bran? Those people, the wizards who think they are fighting directly with him, I am afraid that it is just a shadow. .
But—you don’t know.
It is impossible for the shadow to hold anything, whether it is an ugly scepter or a gorgeous double knife.
--Right? "
Hearing a piercing noise from Vulnerable body, Dia stopped persuading, because there are always things that take time to brew. It's just that she didn't expect that this sound was not an emotional catharsis, but a complaint.
It's a pity that this accusation is a vain report, because Bran didn't even care about it. At this time, he was playing with the pair of godheads, hoping to learn more in a short time.
But things backfired. Just after the case was filed here, the wizard returned over there. This made Bran couldn't help but sigh, not only that the little wizard came back at an untimely time, but also because a bunch of mess was about to follow.
Although the phrase "awe" makes many believers unable to sit still anymore, they can't make much noise alone. Moreover, no one wants to make a storm, just to show some majesty in a peaceful way. That's right! Just go out for a walk as Maya said, and let the hillbillies outside see the real prayer ceremony and the real majesty.
Yes, majestic!
Even the servants of the gods should not lack the majesty that represents the dignity of the gods. Now I need to make up a lesson for my own people and let them see the real gap. Sometimes, faith cannot rely on quantity to win, only true piety can be shocking. Compared with their own sacrifices, those people can only be regarded as a mob.
This is not to blame for them, because the truly pious are always protected by the wizards, and the lesser ones are divided up cleanly by the war witches. The rest are mostly crooked melons and cracked dates...
Some things cannot be learned, and the appearance may be pretend to be, but the lack of religious support will eventually lose a certain infecting temperament, making everything a formality.
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Double Wing City
When Bran appeared in the city, many little wizards were already waiting there. Without Lily, Bran would naturally be regarded as the one speaking on their behalf, even if the relationship between the two parties has been somewhat unclear. But today's Double Wing City has been in a state of disintegration, and many things in the past can be regarded as the past. Looking back, you will find that many things at that time seemed ridiculous and stupid. Both them and Bran are like this...
For the wizards who are still in the city, getting out as soon as possible is the most urgent thing. Then, like Bran and Lily, they occupy a corner of the world and manage a new world.
It's just that there is no shadow in the new world, and Double Wing City has become deserted, which makes Bran frowned. Even if the wizards are about to leave, they shouldn't look so depressed and decadent. Because where there is a wizard, there is no lack of magic, and there is no lack of magic, it should be alive, not to mention this is-Double Wing City!
He waved at the "small fireball" hiding behind the crowd, and then asked the surroundings: "What's the matter, how did Shuang Wing City become like this?"
The small fireball that came up quickly explained in response: "Hey, don't mention it! War Witch is really a bunch of bastards, and they slip back every three to five. They said that they forgot to take something, and then they flew in the sky, swim in the water, and then one after another. One was passed by them."
"You didn't stop it?"
"How to stop? Those things don't have specific belongings. Moreover, we can't bear to see how poor they are. After living together for so many years, I really don't want to see them suffer and suffer.
So if you want to take it, take it.
After we left, they couldn't take it even if they wanted it. "
"Okay, you really do!
Remember, at least leave this city intact, don't demolish it. "
Facing Bran’s half-joking words, the little wizards agreed with a smile. When the laughter subsided, the small fireball stretched out his finger and poked Bran gently, "What are you going to do this time?"
"Since Xueyu is still interested in taking the lead, I just look at it."
"--Oh?"
"For me, the most important thing is to let you take that step as soon as possible. No matter who the mortal believes in, the fire of life will flow into the netherworld along the magic net, and then injected into it. From this perspective, believers fall It doesn't affect me much in anyone's hands.
Of course, the impact on you is not great.
This is actually quite good. We wizards can concentrate on the most important things, and it will not be too late to talk about the rest. As for the novelty of Godhead, I don't want to hide it from you. Just a few days ago, the godheads that belonged to Dark Night and Death had already condensed, so I didn't need to jump out to fight for faith.
In fact, you are the same, because the Godhead is condensed and it is already pretty sure. But what can it do if it condenses? Who of you dare to take this step with such a thing?
I dare not--
So let's talk about some things after you come back. What should be yours must be yours. "
The small fireball stabbed Bran again, "In fact, some of us have already condensed a godhead, right?"
"Oh, yes.
Unfortunately, not including you. "
The little fireball scratched his head, "The least believer here is me. It has always been like this, so I don't know if you say it."
Bran smiled, "Even if we have fewer believers, we still have true piety, especially your believers."
Thinking of those believers who were smoky by the lava pool, Little Fireball nodded triumphantly: "That is!"
Bran also nodded, "We are lucky, because this is the most critical link-believers who are willing to give everything. Therefore, we already have what the people are striving for.
Perhaps you have already noticed that whether it is Lily, Ciri and Jina, or Zoya in my house, they are now hiding in the sea of ​​magic, not knowing what they are doing.
That's it. Since there is nothing missing, why not return to our source of strength?
As for this world, temporarily handing it over to our family and our sacrifices will keep us from being forgotten or losing the awe of the world.
If someone really forgets, I will remind them..."