"Splash!!"
The vast expanse of golden wheat fields undulates endlessly.
The fragrance of rice blossoms is intoxicating, and one can't help but feel a joyful celebration of the harvest.
Among them, a rice stalk radiating spiritual light was veiled by brilliant rosy clouds, its golden light bursting forth!
A rare treasure is born!
"It's a success!"
"The continuous improvements over the past twenty years have not been in vain!"
A middle-aged man wearing a straw hat gazed at the golden ears of rice with great joy.
"Good, as expected of the person chosen by our lord."
The old bishop, sitting in his wheelchair, clapped his hands excitedly: "This is a completely new breakthrough, and it will be of great use to the Divine Court."
His solemn figure, clad in a white robe, trembled, tears streaming down his face, a mixture of relief and emotion.
"What name should I choose?"
"Let's call it Golden Rice."
Fei Lan stroked a large expanse of rice stalks, her eyes gleaming like shooting stars, bursting with brilliance.
The rare treasures that were born fell into his hands, and their golden radiance made him appear like a god.
The old bishop smiled with satisfaction: "Good, let's call it Golden Rice. With this as the core, we can establish a mature set of golden methods and lay out our plans in the North. We're sure to reap the rewards."
After speaking, the old bishop said sadly, his golden aura clearly fading: "Unfortunately, my lifespan is nearing its end, and I will not live to see that day."
"Your injury?"
Fei Lan looked up at the old man's melancholy face and couldn't help but ask, "Was the battle in the Poison Dragon Swamp a covert attack by the Duchy?"
“Indeed, I underestimated the alliances of the duchies. They actually cooperated and joined forces to deal with the Divine Court.”
"Fortunately, this attack was just a test by the duchy."
"If it weren't for my resurrection abilities and the remaining deterrent power of my Lord, they would have almost succeeded... cough cough..."
The old man coughed a few times. He was weak and waved for the other person to come closer: "Resurrection has a major drawback, which is that the Golden Path cannot be accessed for a month. However, this resurrection is extremely attractive to the three major duchies. Even the higher-ups of the Divine Court do not know about this method."
"And I claimed to the outside world that it was God who protected me, which temporarily dispelled their doubts."
The old man spoke slowly and deliberately, revealing the deeper secrets to the person beside him who was considered the successor to the next bishop.
"The Divine Court is weak. Perhaps we should consider forming an alliance with an external force."
As Fei Lan pushed the wheelchair across the golden rice fields, he suggested, "The Duchy's greed is growing ever greater, even surpassing the privileges granted to them by the Central Plains. If you perish, even if the Divine Court has a strong foundation and even if new extraordinary beings are in charge, it will be like a piece of mutton thrown into a wolf pack, devoured clean."
"Ahem... It's really good that you thought of that."
The old bishop lay half-reclined in his wheelchair, clutching his chest, his breathing growing heavier and heavier: "Back then, a wisp of cursed power left over from the three-headed dragon was used by the powerful figures of the duchy to plot against me. Even after I was resurrected, it still remains within my body."
"This power has seeped into my flesh and blood, and resides within my bones. It contains the essence of dark magic. After I die, if you wish to enter the realm of dark magic, you may use my remains to cultivate dark magic."
Ferran's heart sank. Was the old bishop admitting that he was beyond saving?
"But don't worry too much, my injuries have been temporarily relieved by the Elixir of Immortality."
"The elixir of immortality?"
"The sincerity Valhalla offered for cooperation... to be precise, was the Eastern Council's unauthorized decision to change from a direct attack to infiltration and win over local forces after the failure of the seven waves of offensives that broke out a thousand years ago."
"Therefore, we, being weak, became their primary target."
Fei Lan's eyes shone brightly, his mind raced, and he was no longer the naive boy he once was.
"Unfortunately, the Elixir of Immortality has been manipulated by them, and its sequence has been destroyed. Otherwise, your path to gold would have been much easier."
The old man lamented, "The sequence of Dionysus is a rare one even on the Golden Path."
"Furthermore, the Goddess of Night is monitoring the Norse. If you want to contact them, you cannot use your divine identity. And I also have some secret identities that I will pass on to you."
"...A free man? Or, a wandering merchant?"
"You'll find out later."
The old man smiled mysteriously, a sly smile on his face.
"However, Valhalla is not to be trusted. Remember, after the grand plan is completed, the first people to be eliminated will be them."
Fei Lan nodded, a hint of caution in her eyes.
An elderly man, quietly following behind, glanced at the nascent golden rice field, his face showing a slight melancholy.
The Hall of Heroes is the most powerful force in the five continents, the epic hall of humankind's glory, supported by hundreds of gods, and dares to suppress the Demon King all the way.
If it weren't for the protection of the boundary wall and the resolute defense of Norse glory by the Tower of Horus, the Norse lands would have long been conquered by Valhalla.
Even the five demon lords who wreaked havoc in Northern Europe were, to some extent, deliberately released by Valhalla. On the one hand, this weakened Northern Europe's foundation, restrained the demon lords, and laid the groundwork for their conquest of Northern Europe. On the other hand, once Northern Europe could no longer hold out, they could use the pretext of righteousness to conquer any territory in Northern Europe when the time was right.
"By the way, the divine child who was chosen to deceive the enemy and conceal you was assassinated."
The old bishop said calmly, "This is the third time a divine child has been assassinated, and the Duchy of Bailan is the first to get restless."
Ferran remained silent.
"I will scatter a handful of golden rice on him and grant him a new life... They have also made their own contributions to the divine court and are all respectable warriors."
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