"Brothers, grab your weapons and kill him!"

In the Kingdom of Truth, the arrival of an uninvited guest made Phaodis feel like he was facing a formidable enemy. Before he had the chance to ask who the other party was and how to find his kingdom in the vast divine world, he first asked his friends who were guests in his kingdom to capture the other party first.

The Book of Truth appeared in Phaudis' hands, and he swung the book and rushed forward.

Ta'ikelo also put on the armor given by Xia Lan, with flames burning on the armor, picked up two swords and rushed forward, followed by a fat boy with black hair and a girl with green hair.

Bang!

Phaudis and the black-haired fat boy fell out, "Leocven, are you okay?"

Holding Xiaopang in his arms, Faaudis' face was filled with despair. It seemed that today was going to be very dangerous. How could his kingdom of God be discovered by such a powerful guy?

"Boss Phaudis, it's okay, I can still..."

Before Leokovin could finish his words, Taekero and Xialinar were also knocked down. Faiodis dropped the fat boy in his arms and ran to Xialinar to help her up.

"Xalinaer! How are you? Are you hurt? Don't worry, I will die with you!"

The attacker was a middle-aged man with rationality always in his eyes. He had no mercy on the four nature elves who looked like children.

"Tell me, who wrote this book?"

The middle-aged man took out a copy of the "Church of Truth" that Xia Lan gave to the nobles when he was preaching in the southern Baltic Sea and asked.

"This is the scripture of this god. Of course, it was written by this god."

Seeing that Faaudis was being stubborn, the middle-aged man decided to teach him a lesson. Just as he was about to raise his hand, he found that the scene around him had changed and he came to a mortal market.

Passersby were startled by the sudden appearance of this person, but they immediately returned to normal and left as if nothing had happened.

"As a believer of the Dream Fairy, your dream is really crude. You have such weak mental strength, yet you dare to play it like this? Aren't you afraid that I will burst this illusion mirror that is more fragile than a bubble and turn you into a fool?"

"Aren't you looking for the author of the Scripture of Truth? Are you looking for a fool?"

Xia Lan walked out of a tavern. The silver patterns on the blue-veined armor with mithril added were complex and mysterious, with four runes of red, green, purple and blue dancing on them. The mysterious and profound rune vertical eye pierced through the visor and was printed on the forehead.

However, this powerful and mysterious man saw through the mask at a glance and knew what Xia Lan looked like.

He had seen the Dream Elf's Pope in the mortal world a long time ago. He was as weak as an ant. He didn't believe that such a person could write a scripture that shocked him so deeply.

"Since you wrote the scriptures, you must have a deep understanding of them. According to the scriptures, the world is materialistic. So, is this illusion you created true or false?"

"Existence is reasonable. It depends on what you consider to be 'true' and 'false'. Is the person the painter paints 'real', or is his painting 'false'? Materialism must be viewed dialectically.

Materialism is the relationship between existence and non-existence. When writing an epic, if the epic is true, it exists; if the epic is false, it does not exist. But regardless of whether the epic is true or false, isn’t it still being sung?

Serious people will explore whether this epic poem really happened or was written by a wandering poet, but those who just want to listen to the story will not care about these things.

Perhaps our world is a world in a book, a wandering poet's fantasy. Do you think you are real... or fake?"

The man was silent for a long time, his rational eyes showing a thoughtful look. After a moment of confusion, he immediately became determined.

"Existence is reasonable. I think, therefore I am. If this world is fake, then aren't the people who created it fake too? It's like a painter who can't paint. Is he still a painter?

We don’t know how to paint the world outside, but the scenery inside this painting is also wonderful enough.”

Xia Lan seemed to have met a close friend, and she smiled with relief. Unlike this man, he had seen the world outside of painting. There were countless painters painting, and he didn't know if he was one of them.

"Yes, when our story becomes epic, what difference does it make whether it's true or not? Maybe there's a bigger picture outside the painting."

"Xia Lan Auglos, it's a pleasure to speak with you. I just want to meet the person who wrote this canon, nothing else. I hope we can become friends in the future, rather than enemies plotting against each other."

The man grabbed it casually, and all the power of faith that Xia Lan used to spread the illusion was sucked out, which made Xia Lan look a little embarrassed.

After arriving in this world and knowing that gods do not absorb the power of faith directly, but use their divine nature to transform it into divine power and use it to comprehend the laws, Xia Lan began to suspect that the faith in this world is poisonous. Looking at the reaction of this man who is suspected to be a god, Xia Lan believes that her guess is correct.

"Of course, you will not only be a friend of the Church of Truth, but also a friend of Faox."

After the man threw a ring to Xia Lan, his figure slowly disappeared.

"By the way, you haven't told me your name yet?"

A sound was left behind where the man disappeared.

"My name is Arcane..."

Xia Lan frowned and waved his hand. The illusion disappeared, and he murmured to himself in confusion: "Arcanist, or... God!"

Everything that happened during the Blasphemous Rebellion seven hundred years ago is top secret among all the major forces. Phaodis has no access to it at all. Xia Lan only knows that a large number of gods have fallen, including the powerful god of arcane, and many gods are missing.

"Xalinaer, are you hurt? Let me check on you."

The conversation between Xia Lan and Arcane was just a moment for the four nature elves. Xia Lan appeared and the mysterious and powerful man disappeared.

This is not Xia Lan's ability, but when Xia Lan brought Arcane into his own illusion, Arcane had already pulled Xia Lan and the illusion into his own domain. In his domain, time and space are under his control.

"I want to build my own church, gather faith and become stronger!"

With a bruised face and nose, Ta'ikelo threw away his swords angrily and screamed wildly.

"I'm going to find my godmother and beat that guy to death!"

The fat boy Leo Kwen sat on the ground and roared angrily.

Xia Lan didn't know how Arcane located the Kingdom of Truth, but at least he was a god-level powerhouse. The resistance of these ants would be meaningless, so they should find a way to increase their strength.

"Xia Lan, help me write the doctrine, and I will go and establish the church."

Looking at Ta'ikelo's expectant look, Xia Lan touched his nose and said, "Okay, if you don't mind."

"And me, if you can, you can also be my high priest part-time. I don't mind you playing both sides."

As soon as the fat boy Leokovin finished speaking, he was kicked to the ground by Phaodis.

"You bastard, I treat you as a brother, and you stole my Pope."

Among the four gods, Ta'ekero and Leokovin don't even have names of gods, only divine status that is envied by the legendary strong and wild gods.

The name of the god Xalinaer is the Goddess of Nature. The name sounds very awesome, but in fact, only a dozen small tribes in Iceland believe in her. The name of the god was also given by the tribal priests. There is no doctrine. The church is just a dozen tribal priests gathering together on Hanukkah.

Xia Lan agreed to do this, but it might take a long time to complete because he not only has to burn glass and make soap recently, but also prepare for the voyage to Nepal...