She didn't stay long in the Mortal Realm; Evelyn left quite soon. As for Nuo's existence and her own sudden inspiration, she planned to discuss it with soone first.
Therefore, she didn't give any further instructions but just left behind an Astrolabe that pointed the way. The fateful starlight would guide Humans to the most suitable place, and during this ti, she would figure out how to establish a church.
Since she wanted to spread the na of the Lord, there had to be written words, scriptures, and laws. She needed to tell these Humans what could be done and what could not, but as for these matters, Evelyn was obviously not very adept.
Arriving suddenly and leaving just as unexpectedly, Nuo held the Astrolabe in his hands, looking towards the spot where the Angel had disappeared. At its center, a faint starlight lingered, pointing straight in the southeast direction.
"Besides the Lord, all are false gods, huh..."
Evelyn's words had brought a trendous shock to the primitive, broad Faith still in its embryonic stage. In the past, although the Divine King was higher than the other gods, there wasn't such a strong subordinate relationship among them, as the deities nominally governed themselves.
But now, the sudden ergence of 'monotheism' was different. Only the Angels obeyed the Lord, and those who did not were false gods. This concept in faith was like the change from feudalism to centralization in the secular world, seeming both shocking and inevitable.
Nevertheless, Nuo quickly accepted this notion. Since he had already decided to spend the rest of his life spreading the holy na of the Lord, it was only natural to place the Lord in the sole and highest position.
"Lord Cohen, your origins are indeed a surprise to ," he said.
Taking a deep breath, Nuo looked over at Cohen.
The first created Human... No matter how one thought about it, Cohen's identity was thought-provoking.
"I'm sorry, but please believe that it wasn't my intention to conceal anything; I just didn't know what the attitude of the Olympian Gods would be towards , a survivor. Now it seems, my concerns have been confird," Cohen said, shaking his head.
From Evelyn's words and his astonishnt, Cohen probably understood why her attitude towards him was the way it was.
If the Golden Human King who had once appeared in his dreams was just a devout believer, then Cohen now undoubtedly had his own convictions. He would think, question, and choose. Although this did not an he would stop believing in deities, it certainly did not align with the Angels' view of faith.
But Cohen was still grateful to her. No matter the purpose, the Civilization Slate had benefited Humans from three eras and saved him from the erosion of the divine shard. Moreover, he had never been asked to give anything in return throughout.
"Let's not talk about this anymore, Nuo. I promise you, from now on, we will travel together. On the way, I can slowly tell you my story, and not only that, I have much to teach you," Cohen said.
"The knowledge passed on to the Bronze Humanity by the Olympian Gods originates from the Golden Age, but in reality, their transmission wasn't complete."
Cohen spoke solemnly. No one in the world knew the knowledge passed down on the Civilization Slate better than he, and there were even so contents not used by the Golden Humanity that still lingered in Cohen's mind.
He intended to teach all this to Nuo, to help them build their own city. He also planned to teach them so things he had researched, not only his thods of physical training but also Cohen's research on divine shards.
Over the years, those shards sealed into golden artifacts had gradually given him so clues. Cohen found that the shards seed to be graded according to their strength.
The lower the level, the weaker the impact on the spirit; not every shard brought the sa kind of near-irresistible shock as the one that had rged with him. Below the shard that had rged with Cohen, there were five different levels of grade, and the weakest of them, though not very powerful, were estimated by Cohen to be safely accepted by any determined Human.
With their help, the people led by Nuo could better survive the disasters on the road. Otherwise, Cohen alone could not possibly protect them all.
"Is that so? That would be most fortunate. Lord Cohen, the truth is, I've long been interested in these old-era stories," Nuo said, sowhat excitedly, while also taking a fennel stalk and drawing a fla from the Sacred Fire. His expression turned wistful when talking about stories from the old tis.
"The disaster... I heard that there was a man nad Ande who was good at performing plays, using puppets to depict past events. Unfortunately, I couldn't find him, and I don't know if he survived the flood," Nuo sighed, no longer dwelling on these thoughts, then turned around to face the crowd.
The arrival of the Angel had greatly lifted people's spirits, especially since she had given them a direction to move forward. After the disaster, hope was the thing most capable of inspiring confidence.
Standing before them, Nuo raised the Sacred Fire high.
"Since the Lord's ssenger has pointed us in a direction, we should not stay here any longer. Now, let us seek what is left from the flood and hope to reach it before the turn of three seasons."
"There, we shall have a kingdom of our own, under the protection of the Lord."
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