Chapter 370 The Origin of the Seventh Heaven, the Contract of the God of Commerce

lighthouse.

Top floor attic, in front of the statue of Medis.

The well-dressed little boy in a black suit, with a handsome face, said slowly:

"Gabriel's abilities are similar to mine. They are both related to spreading messages. He has given many prophecies to the human world."

The little boy held the God of Commerce's scepter with one hand, tugged at the bow tie on his collar with the other, and cleared his throat:

“His chief deed was the announcement to Our Lady of the conception and birth of His Son.”

Yeats was thoughtful.

Gabriel, one of the four archangels.

The power is mainly related to communication, and once descended before John, the father of the Son of God, to explain to him the "Holy Spirit conception" of his wife Mary.

To put it simply, John was very distressed by the fact that Mary, the wife of John the carpenter, became pregnant as a virgin before they were married.

For this reason, Gabriel personally came down to earth to explain to the carpenter.

This incident is also recorded in the Henan Bangzi opera "Christmas Carol". (Wrong) It is said that three days after the winter solstice, Jesus was born in Zhumadian...

As the highest-ranking Seraphim, Gabriel holds a very high status in the heavens. In terms of combat record, although he is not as good as Michael who has dragon-slaying performance, he ranks above the healing apostle Raphael.

According to legend, the trumpet at the Last Judgment was blown by Gabriel, marking the beginning of the war between gods. The trumpet in his hand had the ability to suppress divinity and boost morale.

"Gabriel's horn once caused great trouble to the gods. Facing the loud sound of the horn, the divinity in the soul realm would be weakened. Only the lyre music of the God of Light could eliminate this influence."

Medes said seriously: "As the successor of the Lyre, you will inevitably be hostile to the Apostles. With your current strength, it is better to stay as far away from them as possible!"

Ye Zhi thought to himself, if we don't count the righteous apostle Uriel who volunteered to die, there are more than one or two apostles who have fallen under my sword.

But Medea didn't realize this, which shows that the characteristics of the Silver Oak Sword still played a role.

"So what is the origin of Gabriel's horn?"

Ye Zhi was puzzled and asked: "Does the heavens also have their own divine craftsmen, or do they get help from the dwarf craftsmen?"

The old name of dwarves was "gnomes". Even one of the main artifacts, Thor's hammer, was forged by dwarf craftsmen. The holy book never records any angel related to the field of forging. The origin of holy artifacts such as Gabriel's horn is worth exploring.

You know, holy vessels are often related to the Son of God.

For example, the famous Spear of Longinus was elevated from a mortal spear to a holy spear because it was stained with the blood of a saint.

The Holy Grail that the Knights of the Round Table had been searching for was a ceremonial vessel used to carry the blood of the saint.

What is certain is that Gabriel’s horn could not have been forged by Him personally... most likely He inherited it from somewhere.

The little boy in the black suit showed a hint of hesitation on his pretty face. He tilted his head and thought for a while. Finally, he made up his mind, raised his deep blue eyes and looked at Ye Zhi, and said seriously:

"Well, you'll know it sooner or later anyway, so it won't hurt to tell you now... You should know who is the patron saint of mankind, right?"

Every race has its own patron saint.

For example, the patron saint of the dragon clan is the platinum dragon god, and the elves and orcs also have their own patron saints.

Yeats remembered the plot, but couldn't remember the specific name.

Seeing this, Medes sighed, shook his head helplessly and said, "The patron saint of mankind is named Heimdall... It's not your fault if you can't remember him. After all, this guy has disappeared. He is not as lucky as me and the other gods who survived by chance..."

"Heimdall is the patron saint of mankind and also the guardian of the Rainbow Bridge, watching over the bridge between the human world and the divine world."

“When the end of Ragnarok came, he blew the horn called the Howler, warning the gods and inspiring them to fight bravely.”

A hint of deep nostalgia and regret flashed across Medea's eyes.

"However, in the end, he and the God of Trickery perished together, and the horn in his hand disappeared..."

Ye Zhi was stunned for a moment, then realized the deep meaning behind Medis' words and exclaimed, "You mean, Gabriel's horn and the horn of the guardian of the Rainbow Bridge are actually the same artifact, just with a different skin?"

Medis smiled.

"Tampering with myths, plundering beliefs, and annexing artifacts are very common things. This is not the only case that has happened..."

"Like the Ring of the Nibelung and the Ring of King Solomon?" Yeats asked tentatively.

Medis was slightly surprised, blinked his big eyes, and asked in astonishment: "Did the Queen of Shadow World even tell you such a thing?"

"I learned it from her by chance," Yeats said. "When she mentioned the usurpation of the Nibelung Ring, Teacher Skach's emotions fluctuated a little."

"The outflow of divine artifacts and the decline of faith are the price of failing to prevent the end of the world."

Medea's smile seemed a little bitter.

"Even though the gods had foreseen the coming of Ragnarok and made every effort to achieve it, including but not limited to exiling the demon wolf and imprisoning the giant python, fate still came inevitably..."

"Fortunately, the God Realm has not completely fallen, and is still standing against the Heaven Realm. All parties are making plans for the coming day of judgment..."

"Ye Zhi, you are the successor of the God of Light. Even I can't see the changes in you."

Medes took the lyre from Yeats, smiled slightly, and said with hope: "I hope you can change the unchanging fate."

Yeats could understand what Medis meant by the "unchanging" fate.

When the Day of Judgment comes, all the gods in this world will disappear completely, more than half of the life on the continent will perish, and only those who believe in heaven can be saved.

As a time traveler, Ye Zhi has no good feelings towards either the heaven or the world of gods, but his current position has destined him to be an enemy of the heaven.

"How far are the heavens and the kingdom of God? How can we get there?"

Yeats asked Medis questions that had been accumulating for a long time.

As the messenger god, Medis was well-informed even among the gods. Facing Yeats, who was expected to become the Messiah, he patiently explained:

"The World Tree holds up the nine worlds. The gods live in Asgard, the kingdom of the gods, on the Rainbow Bridge. The only way to get there is to cross the Rainbow Bridge..."

"The reason why the heaven is called the heaven is because the plane where the angels live is called the Seventh Heaven, and the Kingdom of God is located on the seventh of the Seventh Heaven. The Seventh Heaven is not actually one of the nine planes, but a fusion of other planes and the World Tree..."

Ye Zhi was suddenly startled.

"The heavenly plane does not belong to the nine worlds of the world tree? Then where does it come from?"

Medis shook his head.

"I don't know... To be honest, even the gods of the old era knew very little about the heavens. They only knew that they appeared out of thin air, as if they had descended upon the World Tree overnight."

Yeats's heart was pounding.

Vaguely, Ye Zhi felt that he had come into contact with some extremely extraordinary information.

According to this inference, is there a possibility that the heavenly plane is actually a fragment from another universe that accidentally fell into this universe, causing the two factions of gods to fight? But Medes' words are only one-sided. He may have said this to promote the orthodoxy of his own side.

If one wants to truly know the origin of the heavenly realm, he will probably have to personally ascend to the seventh heaven in the future to get a glimpse of the truth.

“It’s too much trouble.”

At some point, the little squirrel showed up, stood on Yeats's shoulder, and muttered:

"I just want to see rivers of blood!"

Medea seemed to have just noticed that the invisibility had been lifted. He was stunned for a moment and asked in surprise: "Ratatosk? Is that you?"

"It's me, the king. What's the problem?" Zuanya said proudly, with his hands on his hips. "If you have any problem, go find Ye Zhi!"

Ye Zhi: “…”

What a skilled way of passing the buck!

Medea and Zuanya seemed to know each other, and Medea was puzzled:

"Why are you staying with Yeats?"

"It's too late to ask! I've been traveling with him for more than a year!"

Zuanya sighed: "You have no idea how much trouble this kid can cause. It's exciting to follow him every day!"

Medis obviously knew Zuanya's temper, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid that more than half of the troubles were caused by you."

Zuanya waved his claws repeatedly and said modestly:

"I'm old now. When it comes to the ability to cause trouble, I'm now second to Ye Zhi!"

Medis laughed in silence, looked at Yeats, and explained:

"Ratatosk is a totem beast that has survived from the old era. It was also very famous in the God Realm... However, its current strength is not as strong as before."

"I didn't expect it to follow you." Medea said with emotion, "Fate is really amazing!"

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

This further confirmed Medea's guess.

A mortal who inherits the legacy of the God of Light, is not afraid of conflicts between divinities, and is followed by divine beasts.

No wonder the gods are vying to make him their chosen one... If you don't pay attention and invest in him, you can't tell anyone! Medes' eyes flickered slightly, with some regret. It's a pity that I have already chosen my chosen one.

Well, helping him repair the lyre is my contribution.

Ye Zhi stretched out his finger and pressed the squirrel's furry head on his shoulder, which attracted a dissatisfied look from Zuanya.

The card of dental drilling is quite big.

Ye Zhi thought that all the gods who had survived from the old era to the present day would recognize this troublemaker.

When a trickster reaches the sixth ring, he can master the "transfiguration" under the illusion school.

At that time, I can transform into the appearance of Zuan Ya, stir up trouble, and let Zuan Ya take the blame...

Quietly, dusk fell, and the afterglow fell on the stone wall of the lighthouse, reflecting a golden color.

Medea collected his thoughts and stared intently at the lyre in his hand. The lyre was dull and a few cracks on the base were faintly visible.

He stretched out his finger, and the tip of his finger extracted a silver-white light from the tortoise shell. The tortoise shell weathered and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Immediately, Medes gently dropped the silver light on the crack of the lyre, and the light immediately spread along the body of the lyre to the strings.

The strings of the piano vibrated slightly, emitting a melodious and beautiful resonance. The artistic divinity in Yeats's body was stirred, and he couldn't help but feel the desire to dance to the sound of the piano.

The little boy in the black suit stared at the lyre deeply, his face revealing a maturity and competence that did not match his appearance. He frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with the current condition of the lyre. He gritted his teeth, and a ray of golden light condensed on his fingertips again.

The divinity of light! A look of distress appeared on Medes' face.

Immediately, he injected this ray of golden light divinity, along with the energy extracted from the imperial tortoise shell, into the lyre.

Suddenly, the lyre began to shine, and translucent runes danced in the air like musical notes!

Gray's eyes were filled with surprise. She reached out her hand curiously and touched the floating rune. With a bang, the rune shattered and a heavenly melody flowed out from it!

Zuanya's eyes lit up, and he imitated Gray, poking the notes, and the music continued to flow.

Ye Zhi: “…”

What kind of music game player? After a while, the shining light of the lyre gradually dimmed.

Medes breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on his face, and he poked the floating notes with his hands, nodded with satisfaction and said:

"Okay, I've adjusted it for you. Although the lyre is not as good as before, it is still quite useful!"

Medea did not hesitate to use his divine power of light and combined it with royal quality materials to successfully restore the lyre from epic quality to legendary quality.

It was still a long way from the original version in the hands of the God of Light, but it was enough to take Yeats's bard spell to the next level! Yeats took the lyre from Medis and played a minor tune.

The quality of the music improved dramatically, and Grey closed her eyes, unable to help but be intoxicated by it.

Ye Zhi couldn't let it go and smiled:

"Thank you, Senior Medea!"

Medea's face turned slightly pale, and the body constructed by the traveler's divinity looked a little dim, as if repairing the lyre had consumed a lot of his divinity.

However, he still smiled, and waved the scepter in his hand, indicating that you are welcome, and said: "Compared to the quiet afternoon song of the Faun, the music of the Lyre of Light is more sunny and warm..."

According to Medea, the lyre has its own music spell [Dance of Command]. The target covered by the spell "Dance of Command" will be consumed by the strong desire to dance, and will not be able to make any counterattack except dancing.

"What Sona's ultimate move..." Ye Zhi complained inwardly.

"Then I should go back too."

Standing in the afterglow, Medis stared at Ye Zhi, took off his hat gracefully, and saluted, his eyes twinkling as he smiled and said, "I hope you will be a Saint-level warrior next time we meet, Ye Zhi."

"Please wait a moment!"

Yeats made a request, saying that he wanted to learn a contract spell from Medes, the god of commerce.

The headless knight Kylia masters the death contract [Soul Brand] taught by the centaur Charon, but Ye Zhi himself does not know any contract spells.

The contract school is mainly characterized by the fact that breaking a contract will result in backlash from the contract.

The famous 'Ten Commandments' are essentially a kind of contract magic.

"The contract spell I master is mainly applicable to commercial contracts, not master-servant contracts... But since you want to learn it, I will teach you. This spell is called [Contract of the God of Commerce]..."

Those who violate the contract with the God of Commerce will be cursed and easily lose a large amount of wealth for no reason.

Even for a Six Rings Master, wealth is tied to cultivation resources and is equivalent to one's life and property, and the price of violating the Contract with the God of Commerce is extremely high.

With the personal guidance of the Messenger God, Ye Zhi quickly mastered the contract spell.

At the same time, Yeats' short message technique gained the divinity of the messenger, and could send messages to the underworld across planes.

The same cannot be said for the Shadow Realm...that place is not under the jurisdiction of Medea. The ability to communicate with the Underworld is also due to Medea's authority of 'Guidance to the Underworld'.

Night falls.

The divine form of Medes gradually dissipated.

Ye Zhi stroked the glowing lyre in his hand, thinking back to Medea's prophecy, and muttered to himself: "I am participating in the trial of the Moonlight God's Chosen as the Dark Night God's Chosen, and I will definitely not be able to hide it from the Moon God..."

"But my situation is special, and the Moon Goddess is kind, so I can use the excuse of 'needing medical treatment' to gain her forgiveness..."

"As for the Dark Night Goddess, when she sees me becoming the Moonlight God's Chosen One, she won't blame me, but will direct her anger at the Moonlight Goddess..."

Ye Zhi felt mixed emotions and felt somewhat sorry for these two goddesses.

However, in order to prepare for the Knights Conference, we cannot rely solely on Dark Night magic, we must curb the Dark Night divinity, so this trip to the Moonlight Sect is a must.

Yeats looked up at the sky.

The Moonlight Goddess and the Dark Night Goddess are probably going to fight again...

Whatever.

Ye Zhi felt upset.

At worst, we can play live music to liven up the atmosphere, and then continue to play music and dance! (End of this chapter)