Take yourself as an example, Sequence Four can already be called a demigod..." Truman introduced the sequence knowledge to Hers, and also gave examples of so extraordinary creatures in the battle.
"It's like this!" Hers looked full of admiration, seeing a new world.
"I was able to beco a demigod because I unintentionally completed the ritual requirents, and I was lucky enough. I am also good at dealing with madness..."
Hers is extrely lucky, but his own spiritual talent is also extrely good. After becoming a manipulator, he often goes to the places where various extraordinary creatures fight to observe, and even actively controls their battles to observe the hidden patterns.
This invisibly complies with the acting thod and stabilizes his ntal state.
Truman's appearance is more like a guide, allowing him to integrate all mystical knowledge into a sequence system to form a whole.
"Thank you angel for giving knowledge." Hers bowed to Truman and honored him as an angel.
"Call sir." Truman helped Hers up.
"Yes!" Hers was very respectful to Truman.
Perhaps in his opinion, Truman was already a human prophet, and it was the Creator who guided him here to teach himself these blasphemous knowledge.
"Go to the largest human city-state you know first." Truman did not forget his plan.
"Then go to the Kingdom of Silver!" Hers thought for a mont and said a na that impressed Truman. "That is already the best place for human life that I know."
Hers continued; "The goddess of harvest is worshiped there, and her authority and power can greatly increase the dostic food production of the Silver Kingdom. It is one of the few places I have seen that does not need to worry about food."
"Silver City?" Truman's face looked a little strange. This sense of participation in history was really subtle.
"The City of Silver is the largest city-state in the Kingdom of Silver..." Hers also had a magical item in his hand that could be teleported. At this ti, he took Truman to "travel" to the City of Silver.
The figures of the two people began to fade, and finally disappeared completely. When they reappeared, they were already in a huge city.
It was built by so giants and human slaves. It is simple and magnificent. Stone pillars are erected on the street. On the stone pillars, symbols of harvest such as wheat ears, springs, flowers and plants are engraved.
And all the stone pillars also point in one direction, which is a huge harvest altar.
Many human beings kiss the land and pray devoutly towards the harvest altar.
In addition, there are houses made of mud bricks and gravel everywhere, which are sowhat similar to the Athens in Truman's mory.
This is the scene of today's human society. After all, the City of Deep Darkness is the foundation of the goddess and has been transford by her.
"Mr. Angel, are you going to et the Giant King?" Hers asked carefully.
"No, I'm here to find the pagans." Truman looked at the Silver City in ancient tis and said, "You have been traveling here for a while. Have you heard of anyone who believes in the sun?"
"Sun?!" Hers' pupils shrank slightly, then returned to normal.
The sun naturally refers to the one who awakened from the Sea of ??Chaos. According to the mythological records of later generations, in the late second era, the one who awakened was the true God and began to reclaim the authority of the Creator.
But becoming a god in one leap? Even dual paths to true God?
The nature of madness can overwhelm anyone's will, and even the uniqueness of the thief's path cannot reverse the fact that "God" has awakened.
Even taking a step back, assuming that the person really beca a god after being born, then he would definitely need a large number of believers to maintain his humanity after he understood his situation.
This is one of the largest human city-states, and there are likely to be followers of that person.
And there will be traces of existence.
Now, according to the records in the elven chronicles of later generations, it is the Age of First Glory of Fire, not far from the Twin Age in the late Second Age.
Of course, what makes Truman even more convinced is actually the attitude of the goddess.
When Truman proposed to join forces and take the initiative to plan, he was not surprised at all. Maybe... he had already had the idea and already knew about the existence of that person.
"Sure enough, you know." Truman said with certainty after seeing Hers' reaction.
Hers has always had reservations, and even what he has shown now is very limited. After all, he is the audience, so it can be understood. There is no guarantee that he does not have several virtual personalities hidden deep in his heart.
"Dreams co true, fantasies co..." Truman did not ask anxiously, but looked at the dream book in his hand.
"Hers, how did you get outside the kingdom of the Destruction Wolf?" Truman asked.
"I have been wandering outside the major ancient god kingdoms to observe extraordinary creatures..." Hers said subconsciously.
"I was originally going to the City of Miracles to observe the giant dragon..." Hers' eyes widened slightly and his breathing beca a little faster. He looked at Truman again. This ti it was not only respect, but also awe!
The power to make him change his mind silently is unimaginable.
Truman was thoughtful after hearing this.
"Can the Book of Dreams interfere with the fate of reality in this way?" No one believes this even if they are not writers!
Truman held down the dream book and wrote the next plan in the book with a thought.
"Is it equivalent to a portable 0-08?" Truman blinked.
"How do you know the sun?" Truman and Hers were walking on the streets of the Silver City, and the people around them ignored them under the influence of psychological invisibility.
"...I once walked in a dream." Hers looked at Truman's calm look, and the audience's ability to see into people's minds was of no use, so he could only say, "I glimpsed the sun."
"Pagan?" Truman asked softly as he watched the harvest goddess's sacrifice.
"Yes, they are too pious and even fanatical. They are praising the sun in their dreams." Hers continued, otherwise it would be difficult for him to find out.
Truman paused, well, it can only be said that it fits the stereotype!
"Then I will be able to et them today." The two of them had already walked to the altar where the Harvest Goddess was worshiped, and Truman had a vague feeling.
The altar is very high, and its edges are decorated with various miracles perford by the goddess of harvest.
That is the foundation of the existence of the Silver City. They will also be invaded by so crazy monsters, but if too many people die, the giant family will even co to protect them.
The most important thing is that there is no need to worry about food, which is much better than other human city-states.
Hers followed Truman, and at the sa ti he was wary of the giant clan. This was a country that believed in giant queens. It was also close to the giant king's court, and he was likely to encounter the guardians of the giant clan.
"Huh? So fast?" But at this mont, Hers heard the Mr. Angel next to him making a surprised sound.
He followed Mr. Angel's gaze and saw a tall and thin man with long silver hair. He had a delicate face and soft features. He was holding a slate in his hand and was copying the murals about the God of Harvest.
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