Chapter 37 Infrastructure: Son of God
For the people of this era, the dense forest that is almost everywhere in the Gaola area, where all kinds of strange monsters, ghosts, poisonous insects and ferocious beasts, including zombies, live, is a place full of horror and fantasy second only to the Death Desert.
Although compared to the Death Desert, which appears to be a hopeless gray and brown color all year round and is filled with poisonous gas and sandstorms, the dense forests of Gaola have a comfortable and warm climate, and the forests are full of lush green leaves and colorful flowers, but -
Six thousand years have passed since the Eternal Empire was destroyed by divine punishment. In the depths of the dense forest, apart from the mysterious magicians like black mist, there are only the barbarians who were affected by the legendary terrible divine punishment that destroyed the Eternal Empire and were reduced from humans to beasts, living and multiplying here.
Because although it is warm and humid here with lush vegetation, it is also home to all kinds of strange and poisonous creatures that are beyond the imagination of the civilized world:
A giant rat, nearly the size of a five-year-old boy, capable of walking upright on its hind legs; a venomous scorpion with translucent wings capable of brief gliding flights; a fairy dress, a scavenger creature somewhere between animal and plant, as gentle and charming as a fairy's gauze skirt, drifting in the wind; a chromatic python whose scales change color to match the surroundings, mimicking the calls of birds...
Naturally, slimes also live here.
With their translucent, soft bodies, they are found in every dark and damp corner of the dense forest, including but not limited to bushes, shade trees, and puddles after rain...
Since the color of a slime's body is determined by the food it has recently swallowed and digested, the dim forest is filled with green, blue, brown, and red squirming jellies.
"Are these all slimes?"
Xiao Yun, who was intrigued by the "little jelly", wanted to reach out and touch it.
"Sir, it's best not to touch them."
The mage leading the way quickly reminded Xiao Yun in a low, hoarse voice, "The slime on the surface of the slime is corrosive and may cause burning pain on your skin."
"If you are truly interested in slimes, you can purchase a batch of domesticated slimes from the Sioux tribe through barter before leaving."
"Domestication? Why do the Sioux tame slimes?"
"The Sioux discovered that after eating, slimes excrete indigestible metal impurities. So they fed them humus containing metal particles, collected their excrement, and burned it to obtain high-purity metal particles."
"Hearing what you said, these barbarians seem to be quite smart and capable."
Monger, who was traveling with him, was a little surprised.
"Because the Barbarians, like us, are descendants of the Eternal Empire that was destroyed by divine punishment six thousand years ago."
"ah?!"
Xiao Yun sighed, "Their ancestors were affected by the ancient curse that lingered over Gaola, becoming barbarians who forgot their language and civilization and could only live in the dense forest."
"this……"
Munger was moved, and then suddenly realized: "No wonder the young master didn't allow us to deal with the barbarian warriors' bodies casually, and insisted on entering the jungle to negotiate peace with the barbarians himself!"
"They are our blood brothers who have been separated from us for six thousand years. I would like to take this opportunity to recognize them."
Xiao Yun said in a pretentious manner.
When everyone heard this, they were deeply moved: He is worthy of being the oldest and noblest sacred blue blood, and he can be so gentle and noble towards the barbarians.
…
…
Compared with the sturdy and strong Maga knights, Xiao Yun's physique is obviously more slender and his clothes are more luxurious and exquisite.
Therefore, when the team, guided by the black-robed magicians, passed through the dangerous dense forest and entered the relatively open Sioux settlement, the Sioux people had already realized that the young Em, who was as bright, beautiful and shining as the sun and the moon, had an unusual identity without the magicians' translation and introduction.
[Who is this Em? She's so pretty!]
[His skin is whiter than those pointed ears of the Ya tribe who look down on us.]
[I heard from the clan leader that this Aimu is the newly appointed Grand Marquis of Gaura by Emperor Aimu, and he comes from some divine family...]
[I remember it was called something like The Holy Family?]
[The Holy Family? What is that?]
(Hmm? They don't know about the Holy Family?)
Xiao Yun looked at the mage beside him and asked, "You haven't introduced the Holy Family to them?"
"Sir, can you understand the barbarian language?"
“I don’t know why I can understand…”
Xiao Yun pretended to be profound.
The mage's face was immediately filled with reverence: "It is indeed the sacred blue blood that comes from the gods."
"From what you said, could it be that my brother can also understand the barbarians' language?"
The magician lowered his head and remained silent.
At this time, several leaders of the Sioux tribe who had gathered here had received the news. They came over in festive attire, surrounded by the warriors of their tribe. One of the young men showed an expression of disbelief when he saw Xiao Yun wearing gorgeous armor on horseback, and almost knelt down on the spot.
[Messenger of God!]
[Suna, what did you say?]
Suna's grandfather, Suti, the chief of the Akula tribe, the largest Sioux tribe, asked in astonishment.
[Grandpa, the Grand Marquis of Gaura and the Messenger of God look exactly like each other.]
The boy rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not seeing things.
[…Not only does the envoy look exactly like the Grand Marquis of Gola, but his subordinate also looks exactly like the person to the left of the Grand Marquis of Gola, Em.]
[What…what’s going on?]
Suti suspected that the "messenger of God" met Suna by borrowing the face of Marquis Gaura.
but--
"Suna, I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon."
[What's going on? Why can we understand him even though he doesn't speak our language?]
Including Su Ti, all the Sioux people who heard this were stunned.
This is--
An ability only possessed by God's messengers!
But the person in front of me is clearly——
(Could it be that the stories about the Son of God and the Son of Saint that have been passed down through the tribe are true?)
Su Ti narrowed his eyes, and the myths that had been passed down for generations flowed through his mind.
Our ancestors and Aim’s ancestors originally lived in God’s garden, where flowers blossomed all year round, trees were laden with fruit, there was endless food to eat, endless springs to drink, the nights were as bright as the days, and people did not need to work but enjoyed themselves every day.
One day, the ancestors heard evil whispers and did what God had forbidden them to do.
God cursed our ancestors and drove them to the desolate world. They had to toil all their lives to eat from the earth, and they had to sweat to make a living until they returned to dust.
Many years later, God gradually calmed his anger, and used His holy blood to create a perfect Son of God, and used the blood and flesh of the Son of God to create a Holy Son, and sent them down to the earth.
They possess a beauty that captivates both day and night, allowing mortals to recognize them instantly. They understand all languages and teach all living beings to comprehend the glory of God. They will build a sanctuary on earth, forever ending curses, suffering, and war...
Su Ti suppressed his uneasiness and walked up to Xiao Yun. He spoke the common language of the Western Continent word by word in an unfamiliar tone: "Welcome to you. I am Su Ti, the chief of the Araku tribe of the Sioux. On behalf of the Araku tribe and the other seven Sioux tribes, I sincerely welcome the Grand Marquis of Gola and his entourage from the Sun Empire. Please—"
"Chief Suti and the other seven chiefs, please speak your own language. I can understand you. You can also understand the common language of the Western Continent when I speak it for some special reason, right?"
[What! ]
The Sioux were stunned again.
"Why? You are both the Grand Marquis of Gola of the Sun Empire and the messenger of the oracle? Could it be that..."
"It might have something to do with my bloodline."
"I don't know how much you know about the Holy Family, but to the group you call the Aim, my family is a very special existence. Almost all faiths spread across the Western Continent believe that the direct members of the Holy Family have the holy blood of the Twin Gods flowing through their bodies. This holy blood gives this family extraordinary appearance and extraordinary abilities."
"Of course, whether in looks or abilities, I, a half-pureblood, am far inferior to my brother, the ultimate pureblood known as the 'Son of God.'"
The "Son of God" in the last sentence came from Xiao Yun's sudden inspiration.
He still couldn't forget what the Eastern Dark Mage Sangong said to Yaris after he was possessed by a strange thing in the Palace of Light. Whether it was the "Son of God" or...
On the other side——
When the Sioux leaders heard the name "Son of God", they were dumbfounded and thought of the ancient legends of "Son of God and Son of Saint".
(The holy blood of the gods flows in my body...)
(He created the perfect Son of God with His holy blood, and He created the Holy Son with the blood and flesh of the Son of God...)
(Only half pure blood... the ultimate pure blood known as the 'Son of God'...)
[Grandpa, what happened? Why are you crying suddenly?]
Suna asked his grandfather in confusion.
[Son of God...Son of the Holy One...Suna, kneel down with me! You too, kneel down! All of you, kneel down!]
Su Ti spoke concisely and in a serious tone, pulling his grandson to kneel first.
The other seven Sioux tribal leaders were also furious and knelt down respectfully in front of Xiao Yun.
The Sioux warriors surrounding them and the Sioux people who came to watch the fun all knelt down after a brief noise.
The elderly man began to recite the ancient poems of the Sioux people. The young people echoed in the recitation while looking at Xiao Yun with burning eyes, and occasionally gave loud cheers.
[Son of God! Son of the Holy One! ]
[They possess beauty that is admired day and night... They understand every language in the world... They will forever end curses, suffering, and war...]
The sound like waves kept pouring into Xiao Yun's ears, helping him to figure out the cause and effect.
(Because the Holy Family, according to the religious legends of the Western Continent, is a family with the holy blood of the gods flowing in their bodies, and I am also striking in appearance, can understand their words and make them understand me, and casually utter the title "Son of God"... All of this completely fits the Sioux mythology of "Son of God and Son of Saints", so they regard me as the "Son of Saints" and worship me...)
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