Pivot of the Sky

Amon was surprised and answered somewhat embarrassingly: "Are they really building a temple like this? I did show up there holding the Moulin Goddess, and they carved the statue like this! Build it, I don't care, it's the consequences of what I did, it's just a little funny. ”

Amon heard that Link built the temple in Salem City. The “god” on the altar was actually holding the image of the Goddess of Mu Yun. At first, he was a little stunned, but turned his head just to smile, no mind or pride. His opinions on this issue are different from those of ordinary people. It doesn't matter if Link doesn't stand up for him like nature. He doesn't blame him for standing up like a god. Don't you dare to do it?

Besides, he has passed the lifeless test, has the original strength of the ninth level of achievement, there is nothing wrong with the statue of neutrality in the temple, and Mu Yun Goddess did not show up for trouble, indicating that there is no dissatisfaction, as long as the Goddess pleases.

Enough laughing, this is a serious statement: “A few years ago, I tried to use a legendary prophecy, realizing that the Tucker Plains would become a thousand years of fertile earth, and would also cause disputes between the gods and the nations around them. You and I both know where that flood came from, and Enrique turned the Turk Plains back into fertile soil, where hundreds of thousands of people could live, and it was truly praised by all. ”

Amon snorted coldly: “Naturally I know that if you hadn't led the people against the floods, the city of Syria would have been destroyed. ”

Gregory's face was faintly sad: "I am the one who was used by Enrique, how much I admired him! We used to play two chess games, and we were chess pieces on the board of the Spirit. Even I used great prophecy to come to the conclusion, how could the god who started the flood not know? Enrique will surely let his people, who believe in him, take possession of the wilderness and fill his temple with the plains of Duke. ”

Amon asked indifferently, "Do you think he can succeed? ”

Gregory looked up to heaven: "In the vision of that god Enrique, just consider whether Marduk would agree to it. Although I am unwilling to serve him any longer, I still command the army to repel the army of the Kingdom of Baron, which I must do. The sudden appearance of a legion of giants from the Kingdom of Assyria over the plateau in the Turk Plains should have been a well-prepared plan that no one had thought of beforehand.

The Assyrian kingdom wanted to expand its soil, and the Lord God they believed in was Enrir, and until now I realized that the most important piece in Enrir's hands was the Assyrian kingdom. He's a good fighter. How many wise men on the mainland are not adversaries. This is the god! ”

Amon sighed helplessly: “Of course Marduk would intervene, and there was a magician named Yussir who united the Titans of the Plateau tribe to build Marduk City on the southeast corner of the Dook Plains on the throat road. I am afraid Enrique has long thought that the Assyrian kingdom of the north has also established Enrique, which is not an opponent of Enrique from a partial battlefield, and that the Assyrian kingdom will occupy the entire plain from north to south, eventually defeating the city of Marduk. ”

"From the original situation, this should be a reasonable prophecy, but it is not a reality, and the high god Enrique has no control over everything. The biggest variable today is the emergence of the city of Salem, where you did not have the support of a kingdom like the others, but instead established a city state in the centre of the Duke Plains, unexpectedly expected by the gods. ”

Amon grinned, “Enrique would never want to see Salem City there. ”

Gore turned his head: “Not necessarily. God's Spirit's heart is unpredictable, depending on whether you want to build his temple or not. ”

Amon asks, “Dear Archmage, you were the main cleric of the Temple of Enrique, and now the chief honorary elder of the Hattie Academy of Theology, but you don't seem to have a crush on Enrique, the lord of the kingdom? ”

Gregory replied: "It's more than just no good feelings! I know that there are many priests who do not give their true hearts to the gods, they merely satisfy their vanity and selfishness in the name of the gods in the world. But I was different, and I truly believed in God, and I waited faithfully for His calling.

I'm not as lucky as you are. I've held the goddess in public since I was a little girl. As a priest for so many years, I only truly communicated with the gods once, when the floods besieged Syria City State, I heard Enrir speaking in the temple, that was the voice I had been waiting for for for so many years! That's funny. When I really saw him, I started to walk away from him. ”

Amon said, "How could I let his temple stand in Salem, even if you were far away from him? I'd rather have my statue hold the Moulin Goddess and stand on the altar for Enrique to see! ”

Gregory grinned: "Is the statue a silent mockery? After all, you're a little childish, and it's like gambling. Ever wonder if it might not be worth it? Stopping Enrique's wishes can be costly. ”

Amon closed his eyes in the moonlight: “Man must always insist, some things know hard, but he must also do it, otherwise why live in the world? ”

Gregory looked at him: "You have Nietzsche's shadow on you, but you are not him. ”

Amon suddenly asked: "What is the relationship between the Assyrian kingdoms and the Kingdom of Khati, which believe in the same Lord Enrir? ”

"The relationship between the two countries is tense, the potential conflict is intense, and there are many contradictions precisely because of the belief in the same god. Both kings proclaimed themselves to be the true human voice of Enrir, and had it not been for the strategic focus of the Kingdom of Hati over the past few decades on liberating itself from the control of the Egyptian Empire, war would have erupted with Assyria. ”

Amon frowned: “Both kingdoms believe in Enrique, but claim that they are the true believers. What would the spirits think if the swordsmen were to kill each other? ”

Singh stared into the dark swamp jungle: "Are they looking at Enrir as the real Enrir? At least there's another Enrique in my eyes! I wrote to both Gilgamesh and Rhode-Dick that, before anticipating the changes that would take place in the Turk Plains, it was hoped that a peaceful coexistence of a city-state would be established, but without success, it was impossible to succeed. Today you do more than I do, you have built the city of Salem, and it has become the centre of the conflict. ”

Amon: “If I hadn't built Salem City, wouldn't there have been bloodshed on the Duke Plains? ”

Singh shook his head violently: "It will be the same, and even without the gods, the kingdom of man will not give up strife.... Amon, you've even embraced a goddess, and your accomplishments are already equivalent to many of the legendary gods, so how do you think a dispute like the Duke Plains would be perceived in the eyes of a god? ”

Amon was silent for half a day, seemingly in bitter thought, and it took a long time to answer: “How people coexist is up to people to decide for themselves, and it may not be the will of someone, but it is the will of all. If you look at everyone as one person, then the conflict between people is the conflict within that person, the countless struggles and tangles of self, just as there are all kinds of contradictions in people's hearts and feels all sorts of pain. … this may be the realm that the gods possess, and I can only describe it and not verify it, because I am not a god after all. ”

Song nodded: “We're just talking. If we can get out of this in practice, maybe many gods can't do it. … Amon, I am willing to help the city of Salem against the invasion of the Kingdom of Assyria, but I also ask you to do me a favor. ”

Amon: “If you have something to say, why do you have to ask for help? ”

"It's also an experience for him to send Raphael, a student, to follow you around and help you pave the way in the swamp. ”

Amon: “As long as he's not in danger, follow me. ”

From the beginning, Gore never asked Amon -- what is the power of origin that the gods possess? This does not prohibit Amon from admiring the fact that there seems to be almost no unexpected disturbance in the world that can shake a singing heart. Gore has his own beliefs and paths, so-called temptations, not just human status wealth.

A large number of civil servants recruited by the State of Syria City arrived at the eastern shore of the Inland Lake, at the southern end of the Black Fire Marsh, and Amon had left, but a trail appeared between the marshes, twisting around difficult to access areas, cutting open thorns to fill the lowlands, extending all the way to the depths of the marshes, the width of which coincided with that of two people.

There is no need for maps, no need for people to explore the roads, people lay the foundations with crushed stones and dry soil, pull out the bushes and thorns on both sides and fill the swamps, burn the ground cut trees, roast the soil on the pavement in a semi-dry state, keep pushing forward and build a solid road that will allow the two carriages to run in parallel.

Without mentioning how the people were hurrying to build roads, Amon was marching deep into the Black Fire Swamp, standing on the shoulders of the Iron Armored Beast King's Cloud Dream. Cloud dreams have a large body shape of more than a dozen feet long. Compared to ordinary iron armored beasts, it has a thin body shape, and the belly swimming past is exactly two people wide. Whatever terrain lies ahead, this giant armored beast climbs over and leaves behind a path.

Looking forward, Amon holds a very special staff or weapon, the long teeth of Humbaba. He stood on the Iron Armored Beast King, waving his teeth gently, like a knife or sword of a samurai, and the faint golden light swept past him, stopping the strange petrification into pieces. When you encounter low depressions, strange forces surge and the dirt rolls in the distance fill a passage.

From time to time, the forward cloud dreams waved the front paw, sharp paws turned into a cold ray, the bushes were uprooted and thrown to both sides, and the long tail continued to fall in the air, making the road behind them solid. Raphael walked behind with his staff and the impassable Black Fire Swamp was a passage under his feet.

Raphael volunteered to follow Ammon, and he wanted to see how legendary characters on the continent created another miracle, but he didn't find anything strange at first. Amon waves his long teeth out of the sword, which is the martial arts of a nine-level warrior, and the soil rises to fill the low marshes encountered on the road, using the simplest low-order elemental magic of earth, almost every warrior who is awakened twice by power can do it. Ammon's power is nothing short of extraordinary, and these are only mediocre tools for him.

But after one day, Raphael began to marvel, and the next day passed, and this surprise turned into a shock, and by the third day, this shock finally became a deep admiration!

What Amon did seemed simple at first, but then it became the least simple. Pulling out the shrubs, smashing the stones, flashing the swamps, that's not magical, that ordinary people can do, and the difference is that the means are slow. But the Great General of Weizheng Nation, the 9th level warrior, the top strong people on the continent are doing so insignificant things. Once they do it, they don't stop. Don't say rest for a few days or nights, even the speed of progress hasn't changed.

Some areas are complicated and difficult to open, others relatively easy, but Amon commands cloud dreams to pass at the same speed, not too tight or slow. This is not fighting on the battlefield, no enemy persecution, no inspiration from the warriors, how lonely and boring it is in the endless jungle marshes. The endless repetition of the simplest work, using the power of the powerful continent, is almost unbearable boredom.

Raphael has never seen anyone in such a boring situation, so tolerant to carry on with an extremely boring job, as if they would never stop. Three days later, Amon didn't even say a word.

Raphael could hardly describe his feelings, and he saw the singing shadow of his teacher in Amon's body. When the floods besieged the city of Syria, Gore also walked around the city in such silence for many days. He presided over the defensive battle with his staff, constantly running the magic to strengthen the city walls to block the flood invasion until the flood receded almost unstable.

But Amon's situation was dramatically different from that of that year, with no crisis persecution, much less anyone's desperate expectations, or even the need, for him to do so on his own in a deserted swamp. The roads continue to stretch and bend, not knowing how long they are, and the shady black flame marshes seem to be an abyss of hope invisible. Amon has continuously used martial arts and divinity, a long lasting endurance and stamina that has left ordinary warriors out of sight.

Rafael was not idle behind him, and since he had volunteered to help, Gore sent him. Before leaving, Amon gave Rafael a task to deal with any accidents that might occur in the swamp. Amon doesn't want to be disturbed, but there are a lot of monsters in the Black Fire Swamp today, and if there is a surprise attack, Rafael will handle it.

Ordinary beasts have long been shocked to hear the movement, but some highly aggressive beasts occasionally attack and are handsomely dispersed by Raphael. One of the most troublesome monsters along the way is the giant walrus that inhabits it, some thicker than the bowl mouth, and when disturbed, it becomes ferocious.

This giant walrus swallows an adult, and its powerful body wraps around a strong bull, lurking in the swamp is very hard to spot, and suddenly jumps out of sight. Rafael had to start detecting magic all the time, and in six days he encountered dozens of fierce giant watermelons, who, although unlikely to be rivals of a great magician, followed him down for six days and six nights in a row, and Rafael was tired.

Looking at the meaning of Amon not stopping yet, the young archmage finally spoke: “Grand General, I suggest you take a short break. Zhang has the relaxation to last, but is more efficient than depleting all power at once. ”

“You're right," said Amon, laughing. “So I haven't done my best. The current speed, though much slower than the full drive, is the most efficient in terms of continuous performance. ”

Raphael exclaimed: "Grand General, you have exceeded my expectations, it is not just strength that is powerful! You didn't do everything you could, but I'm worried about the clouds. ”

Amon: “The Cloud Dream is the King of Mutant Armored Beasts, born tough and incomparable. ”

Raphael persuaded: “It depends on who you compare to, and you can't compare it to the Great General. At this rate, it must not insist on fully connecting the roads. ”

Amonto also said, “You're making a good decision, and I wasn't going to let Cloud Dream clear the way for me. My plan is to go to the other end for a month at the same speed, and the cloud dreams will get tired when I'm halfway there. I just want it to get down on its knees, practice hard, and take this opportunity to experience a test. ”

Raphael: "If the cloud dreams are exhausted and unable to move forward, it is very dangerous to remain in the Blackfire Marsh. ”

Amon laughed again: “That's why I promised Gore to bring you here. With the protection of your great magician, there should be no problem with the rest and recuperation of the cloud dreams in the swamp. You stay in the swamp and protect it, I'll keep driving. ”

Rafael was stunned: “So your plan was for a man to open the back road, and the first half only allowed me and Yunmei to help? ”

Amunda said, “No, no, no, no, this road is one in my eyes, and there's no half or the other, and you're helping me through the whole road. Grand Magician, have you left you in the middle of the Blackfire Swamp to protect an Iron Armor Beast, and have you succumbed to your noble identity? ”

Rafael quickly explained: "No, if that's what you need, I'd love to. ”

Amon looked down at the cloud dreams that were still spreading their tails and suddenly changed his mind. “Let's just take a day off, you're tired. We'll go at that speed, walk six days and rest another day, and we should be able to get to the other end of the road in a month. ”

"I can still insist," Raphael said. ”

Amon smiled: "You're really tired, Cloud Dream has reminded me that we'll just take a day off. ”

They found a dry island in the swamp for a day's rest, and the clouds dreamed of feeding nearby, and Amon set up a comfortable tent to take out the wine and make delicious broth himself. After a day of rest, the road continued, and after another six days of rest, after the third six days, Cloud Dream finally lay down tired, exhausted and can no longer walk. Not only is it physically challenging, but the power it cultivates is completely exhausted.

* * (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com) and your support is my biggest motivation.)