Chapter 379
He slowly closed his eyes, the Holy Cross in his hands causing his heart to flutter slightly.
On the western continent.
Lingwu carefully put away the Holy Cross.
Through the car window, the little crow was staring intently at Ling Wu.
It was not curious about the Holy Cross in Lingwu's hand.
But under Lingwu's gaze, it slowly lowered its little head and then covered its head with its wings.
Lingwu wasn't going to ask it anything for the time being.
First, the gods worshipped by Karl and his group of Western Continent humans must be aloof, unapproachable, and extremely powerful.
Therefore, it is not appropriate for her to speak at this moment.
Secondly, she wasn't sure if the little crow could communicate with her in human language.
Lingwu shifted her gaze from the crow to Karl, who was leading the horse.
Along the way, every passerby was easily angered, leading to arguments, but Karl remained unmoved.
This is clearly the norm in the Western Continent.
But the group of people around Carl treated him with utmost respect.
Even when Karl was attacked by the Caucasus, none of the group dared to step forward without his order.
Most importantly, not a single passerby showed any dissatisfaction with the convoy along the way; almost everyone who glanced at Karl would quickly give way.
It can be said that although her convoy was initially obstructed by Karl's gang of roadblocks, once the leader of the gang was subdued, the other vicious dogs in the city dared not provoke her anymore.
Lingwu raised her hand and touched the forehead that "Si" had touched.
In another sense, this can also be considered a kind of luck.
But that's not enough; the power of the "gods" still needs to be revealed to the majority of people in this city.
Thinking of this, Lingwu turned her gaze to Karl.
Karl, who was leading the horse, could clearly feel the indifferent gaze fixed on him from behind.
Sweat beaded on his forehead and eventually dripped down his cheeks.
Despite the tension, he felt a sense of excitement.
This sinful land, rejected by the gods, this sinful land ravaged by crows and plagued by calamity...
Finally, it has found its true owner!
The carriage slowly came to a stop in the very center and most bustling part of the city.
Upon reaching their destination, Lingwu did not disembark, and Ruola wisely remained silent as well.
Karl, who was leading the horse, then realized what was happening. He lowered his head and knelt on the ground, making his men kneel down as well.
"Welcome the gods of our Western Continent!" Karl's voice boomed like a bell.
Karl and his men, known to all in Ascaria, knelt and kowtowed before the chariot engraved with the temple's mark.
The city's residents, who had been watching Karl's unusual behavior, had gathered around, eager to see what was happening to him.
As a result, everyone was taken aback by Karl's unexpected move, and they all looked astonished as if the sky had fallen.
"Karl, I think you got kicked in the ass by a groundhog! Gods? You mean the gods of the Western Continent who are rejected by the gods!?"
They laughed heartily, clutching their bellies, their eyes filled with sympathy.
Leading the group that was mocking Karl was a woman wearing a black bodycon dress and with beautiful burgundy wavy hair.
She crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow, and gestured to stop her subordinates from mocking her.
"Hey Carl, did you get your brain pecked out by doves while trying to protect those idiots from outside?"
The continent of Aolai despises crows and prefers doves, while the western continent worships crows and despises doves.
Carl kept his head down and ignored her.
"This is the Western Continent, a gathering place for heretics banished by the God of Light. Gods?" She still crossed her arms, a mocking laugh escaping her red lips. "Gods would not visit a land of sin."
Her tone turned cold in her last sentence: "Karl, if you've lost your mind and can't be the manager of Ascaria, I, Sirsie, am willing to take over after consulting with the Holy Raven."
She said something, but Karl still ignored her.
But Karl had already silently mourned for her in his heart.
Cillian tossed her curly hair and approached the carriage.
“I, Sirsi, fervently desire to see Your divine countenance.” She spoke casually, her tone full of disdain.
She was certain that Karl must have been pecked on the head by a white dove!
Carl, who was believed to have been pecked on the head by a white dove, lowered his head.
He did not stop Cirsey's offensive act of being devoured by the ferocious giant dog that was about to be kept by the gods.
After all, Cirsey offended the future master of the Western Continent and should be punished, just like him.
Moreover, for the people of the Western Continent, being bitten is nothing more than a minor incident.
But he didn't hear the sound of flesh being pierced.
He only heard Cillcy's gasp.
“Oh my God!” Cillcy exclaimed in astonishment.
Karl suppressed his curiosity and wondered what Cillian had seen.
Did you also see the golden eyes of the god scattering gold fragments all over the sky?
Or did he see something even more sacred, something he couldn't even imagine?
At this moment, Cillian saw nothing surprising; the astonishment was entirely due to the crow in Lingwu's hand.
She not only saw the crows worshipped on the Western Continent in the little girl's hands, but also heard the crows' cries.
The crow... spoke!
“Cunning human, do you intend to offend my holy master?”
The hoarse, unpleasant voice was almost identical to the sound of the crows that filled the sky above the Western Continent.
Cillsie was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses. Even her long, wine-red curly hair couldn't hide her adorable blankness.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, slapping her forehead and widening her eyes. "Karl got pecked on the head by a dove, and I, Cillsie, got my eyes and ears pecked by a dove?"
She rubbed her eyes and ears, then looked at Ling Wu.
"My lovely little lady, it was you who made that... well, I think... that not-so-pleasant sound couldn't possibly be you, right?"
Lingwu ignored her and looked at the crow with her amber eyes. She was surprised by the little crow's sudden action.
The crow seemed encouraged, and its hoarse, deathly caw rang out once more:
“Cillian, kneel down like Karl! If you don’t want to experience the feeling of your soul being burned.”
This time, Cillian was certain that it was indeed the sound of a crow!
But she still couldn't believe that the exquisite little girl in front of her, who looked like a porcelain doll, was a deity.
Until she felt a burning sensation emanating from her body under the little girl's gentle gaze.
This pain was one that Cillcy had never experienced before.
She looked up in disbelief.
Ling Wu then emerged from the carriage.
The city center was already packed with people because of Karl and Cillcy.
Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Lingwu slowly raised her hand.
Upon realizing this, Karl revealed a devout smile and raised his hands.
"Thank you for your blessing!"
Lingwu exhausted all the faith she had accumulated from Karl and the others.
This time it was even grander and more magnificent than the one Karl had seen before.
The main city of Ascaria, which was still in daylight, was instantly plunged into darkness.
Sissy was completely stunned; her breath caught in her throat as she stared at Lingwu before her.
At that very moment, countless stars fell like meteors, knocking everyone who was still standing, stunned, to their knees.
Cillian was also forced to kneel down, gazing up at Lingwu.
These incredible celestial phenomena are divine acts that humans could never accomplish!
Inside the carriage, the girl, exquisitely beautiful like a goddess, merely raised her hand.
She didn't even chant a spell; she simply raised her hand lightly!
After realizing what had happened, the person forced to kneel also raised their hands, mimicking Karl's posture.
They shouted wildly and excitedly, "Thank you for your blessing!"
The people of the continent of Olay have worshipped gods for millions of years, and their servility towards these gods is almost ingrained in their very bones.
Therefore, when they are rejected by the old gods and suffer misfortune, if a new god is born, they will not hesitate to throw themselves into the arms of the new god.
Ling Wu, accustomed to their eager gazes, remained expressionless, her face showing only indifference.
Anyone who was looked at by her became so fanatical that they almost fainted.
Ruola, who had always been by Lingwu's side, let out a breath.
Then, following her heart, she sincerely exclaimed, "Thank you."
"I thank you, Nora, for the fact that my prayers will never be answered by the God of Light, but that I have received your true kindness."
The other believers were shocked by this, and they even began to think that His Majesty was actually a god.
"Perhaps, Your Majesty is truly a god?"
"I mean, perhaps the gods' favoritism towards Your Majesty is simply because she is also a god?"
"If that's the case, then I think... we should also have faith in Your Majesty, right?"
"We have learned a great truth!"
Under this kind of imagination, believers also offered their piety.
The faith that was exhausted was returned a hundredfold.
But that's far from enough.
Amidst this jubilant atmosphere, Lingwu moved into the grandest palace in the main city.
The journey ahead will take you across the entire western continent.
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