Chapter 375 Gods and Men
The long-awaited gift from God gave them the right to "walk", but a hint of regret was inevitably born in the joy.
The gods obviously did not want to accept them as their followers.
But it is normal when you think about it. The clan is the most trusted group of the gods. They are the weapons of the gods, the shields of the gods, and their messengers walking on earth.
If the god's clan is not good, he will naturally need to recruit more followers to serve him, but if the god's clan is strong... the humans on Blue Star are undoubtedly a strong clan. They possess terrible power, as if they were born to stand on a high position, and it is easy to form a dominant relationship with them.
With such a group accompanying the gods, why would the gods need to recruit more followers?
It seems that before they achieve more, this is the closest they can get to this god.
"We will follow the orders of the Lord Demon." Titan took the lead, swore his loyalty, and then backed away.
Before she was about to leave the temple, she finally looked up and saw General Mu standing beside the throne, close to the god. The god's halo even extended to his body, gently wrapping him.
How much trust does it take to receive such favor?
In Titan's heart, Mu Zhong's status has been elevated to an extremely high level, and he knows that he will be the true spokesperson for this god.
Even if the gods leave ten years later, he will always be the one with the most say in the human territory.
It's a pity that although the Titan God is very powerful, he has been sleeping for a long time and has not contacted the Titans for more than 100,000 years. If the sacred fire on the altar of the gods was not still burning, they might think that the Titan God has fallen.
But where did the Titans go in these hundred thousand years?
Or is it just sleeping?
Titan felt complicated when she left the hall. It seemed that she would have to adapt to the days without power as soon as possible.
When she came to her senses, Titan found that Jinnao Nao and Haoba had stopped. She looked at them in confusion.
Golden Brain said, "Big Foot told me to go find him when I'm free. I'm leaving now."
Hao Ba said, "I remember that General Xu wanted to spar with me. I'm waiting for him to come back here."
Titan smiled bitterly in her heart. It seemed that she was the only one who couldn't let go of the past. Everyone else adjusted quickly and had completely adapted to their new identities.
Ternas pulled Titan away. After Dodora set up the barrier, Ternas said, "Titan, haven't you always wanted to know where the Titan God went? The Demon God is the only true god we have come into contact with in these thousands of years, and these ten years are our only chance to seek help.
Whether it's your Titan God or our Mother of Life, they are the first ancient gods to create the world. They are not in the calamity, but their souls are immortal. Such immortal beings have disappeared, and we must find them."
Titan’s expression was bitter: “To find the traces of the ancient gods, we must confront the gods of the main god level, and it may even involve challenging the world.
The Demon Lord's strength is not enough to reach this level."
"At least there's hope," Ternas said. "Think about what we have to do. Even if it's the God of Disaster, it doesn't matter. We must gain his favor, otherwise we'll miss our only chance."
"...Okay." Titan sighed, trying to explain that it wasn't that he couldn't bow his head, but that he didn't know how to approach the "disaster".
This god has his own family, and they are not friendly at all. They are full of coldness and distance. It is because the god does not trust them, not because she does not want to serve the god.
"Oh, by the way, the God-Pleasers are already outside the city gate. Lord Demon seems to want to take them all in. Let's go and fetch them in."
"He has taken them all. Doesn't He know?"
"God knows everything. We just need to follow his orders."
"Okay, let's go, together."
…
The three of them deliberately blocked their conversation, which instead attracted Mu Zhong's attention.
At this moment, in the temple, Wei Huan had already come down from the exaggerated throne and restrained his divine power. He was just like an ordinary person, drinking tea with Mu Zhong near the window and watching the images transmitted back from the camera.
After Mu Zhong came to the ninth-level world, he only focused on two things.
One is to take over the city completely, and the other is to throw away the satellite base station.
Although Wei Huan has divine means and can see thousands of miles away within the scope of his domain, the Blue Star civilization has never been an oppressive civilization from top to bottom. Mu Zhong's network can achieve cross-communication and efficient administration. Not to mention directly finding Mu Zhong, even contacting Wei Huan is possible.
Of course, unless it is extremely urgent, no one will find Wei Huan.
At this moment, the two of them were sitting at the tea table. This time, Mu Zhong served the tea, and Wei Huan sat beside him.
Between the two men, above the table, appeared the images of the three leaders.
Within Wei Huan's domain, even if these leaders have already embarked on the path of law, they are not as strong as him and cannot detect the existence of the camera.
However, after they deliberately distorted the space, the content of their conversation was indeed impossible to know.
Mu Zhong said, "They actually have a secret."
Wei Huan nodded: "If you live long, you must have secrets."
Mu Zhong shook his head. "Even after some beatings, he still hasn't behaved. I guess I need to continue observing him." Then, Mu Zhong asked in confusion, "What is a God-Pleasant?"
Wei Huan smiled: "You'll know after you take a look."
Mu Zhong's mind turned, and the virtual projection screen also moved to the city gate. He saw the city gate open just in time, and a huge white elephant walked in slowly.
The old humans at the city gate were obviously particularly welcoming to the God-pleasing One. They came out of their ruined homes with injuries, lined up on both sides of the street, and saluted the elephant with the etiquette of their own tribe.
"Ao——" The elephant shook its trunk and danced the three pairs of big ears behind its head, which spread out on its neck like a fan. The colorful halo was like a rainbow across the sky.
As it walked into the city, more God-pleasers appeared, like the curtain opening on a wonderful performance.
Colorful bird-men are flying, forming auspicious clouds in the sky. The elephant is roaring to the sky, and white mist is sprayed from its trunk, which turns into sweet rain and falls down. The white rhino is stepping to a strange rhythm and shaking its head. It seems funny but inexplicably pleasing to the eye.
The city had just experienced a siege and was subsequently isolated by the Blue Star Pioneer Army. The injuries of the ancestors, whose freedom was restricted, had healed visibly, but the most amazing thing was the happy expressions on their faces, as if all the pain and anxiety had gone away.
More and more people gathered for this lively event, and even the soldiers of Blue Star couldn't help but watch out of curiosity.
Mu Zhong wasn't at the scene, so he called Captain Xue, who was there, and asked, "How do you feel?"
Captain Xue said, "Pleasure and relaxation. I've confirmed it. There's no power of law, but there seems to be a slight aura of the gods."
"Ask the people around you, what exactly is a God-Pleasant?"
"I've asked around. Legend has it that they possess the blood of gods, unrestricted by the limitations of the world they challenge, and can even walk within the gods' realm. However, they possess no combat power and are unable to attain godhood. Their sole purpose is to please the gods and their followers. Gods who possess those who please them feel a deep sense of happiness."
Mu Zhong thought about it, but still didn't quite understand: "What are they trying to achieve? Since they don't have to participate in the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, why don't they just find a place to develop properly?"
Wei Huan said, "I can probably answer this."
"What is it?"
"They are eating my divine power."
“What!?” Mu Zhong jumped up, as if he had cut his own flesh.
Wei Huan comforted him: "It's only a tiny bit. Moreover, they consume my divine power and transform it into pleasure and relaxation. They only retain a tiny bit of the transformation process."
Mu Zhong quickly concluded: "Use your divine power to transform them into a sense of happiness for your clan."
"That's right." Wei Huan thought and concluded, "This can probably be considered a blessing from the gods."
Captain Xue heard this, rubbed his beard, and said, "It's inexplicable. There's only so much happiness in singing and dancing. Only when we conquer the surrounding area and take all the land into our pockets can we feel happy."
Mu Zhong nodded after listening, and then said affirmatively: "Then we must keep this God-pleasing person."
"Ah? Why?" Captain Xue didn't understand. "Did you hear me wrong? I was talking about war and aggression. Only victory can bring true happiness."
Mu Zhong shrugged at Wei Huan: "Look, although I don't think this is a problem, we can't just leave it alone."
Wei Huan nodded: "Indeed."
"Boss, what are you talking about?" Captain Xue was scratching his head.
"Think for yourself."
Mu Zhong smiled and stopped the video call with Captain Xue. Only when he was alone with Wei Huan did he say, "We stood up from adversity and fought our way to where we are today. From top to bottom, we were filled with hostility and regarded aggression as our only goal.
I'm not saying this is a bad idea; if someone chooses me, I'll just be the invader. But everyone's nerves are so tense. From the moment I arrived until now, everyone has been looking at me the same way, silently asking me, "When will the war start?"
This is not good, not very good. I hope everyone can relax a little, at least when there is no war.
"Being too rigid can easily break, and invasion is not our ultimate goal. I hope they can understand that war is only a means to an end. The real purpose of war is to plunder resources for self-cultivation and thus become stronger."
Mu Zhong looked deeply at Wei Huan and finally said, "So the next step is to determine which direction to attack in order to gain greater benefits."
This is exactly what Wei Huan thought, or it can be said that their thoughts have always been highly unified. Even though they have different divisions of labor and even though Wei Huan has become a god, their ultimate goal is to make the human race on Blue Star become a god and completely break away from the control of the challenging world.
Wei Huan said, "I've already sent Xu Qingqiang out. He'll get some really useful information. Now let's just continue watching the show."
Mu Zhong was a little worried: "Is it really okay to let them dance like this?"
"Don't worry, no."
Wei Huan's tacit approval made the God-pleasing ones work harder. They paraded around the city and offered sacrifices until dawn. Even when they were exhausted, the power from the gods was still so strong.
From the inherited memories, it can be confirmed that this god is extremely powerful, and his power is definitely not something that an ordinary lower-level god can possess.
At dawn, Titan placed them in the square near the temple to rest.
Tira, Dodora and others looked at the square which was gradually becoming quiet, and at the occasional smiling people walking on the street, but their expressions were full of solemnity.
"There are 12 teams of God-Pleasers from different ethnic groups. Such a huge number will certainly have an immediate effect on improving the sense of happiness, but it will also cause a considerable loss of divine power to the gods." said the Golden Brain.
Duodora said: "That's right, the Demon Lord can support a parade of 12 teams. It's unheard of."
Haoba was a newcomer and didn't quite understand: "What's the normal number? I mean a lower-level god."
"The most I've seen are probably three teams," Dodora explained.
Titan said, "It seems that the Demon Lord has demonstrated His strength to us once again. Alright, everyone, don't waste time. Go back and retreat quickly. These 12 Spirit Pleasers are enough to sort out our spiritual seas and improve our strength. I hope everyone can seize this opportunity. If possible..."
"Cough!" Ternas coughed, but he couldn't say the next words. This Demon Lord didn't look like the type who was looking forward to the birth of a new god. The word "ducai" was written all over him from head to toe. Becoming a god at this time might not be a good thing.
After the God-Pleasant calmed down, Captain Xue came to the temple and said, "Many of our people who had reached bottlenecks have made breakthroughs. Big Foot seems to be on the verge of comprehending the law."
Mu Zhong also said, "I also understand that although the Spirit Pleaser provides a sense of pleasure and relaxation, it also helps to sort out the sea of spiritual energy through this method, which is of great help to cultivation."
Wei Huan felt his own divine power and said, "Then let's continue tonight. The God Ceremony will last for seven days, so everyone should relax. Also, call Xu Qingqiang and his people back."
Wei Huan didn't understand what this seven-day celebration represented in the eyes of the indigenous people.
Not only did newcomers like Wei Huan and Mu Zhong not understand, but even some humans who came before them and had not experienced the birth of gods would not understand what the seven-day celebration that supported the 12-member tribe of God-Pleasers represented.
Wei Huan learned the truth the day after the announcement ceremony.
Titan was guarding the entrance to the main hall, and only after being summoned by Mu Zhong did he truly understand what a "God-Pleasant" was.
It was probably the same as what he thought.
It must be said that the God-pleasing ones are like the "doctor shrimps" in the deep sea of the blue planet. They seek refuge from the gods and then provide some services to the gods through their own abilities.
However, the number of God-Pleasers that a normal god can support is very limited, and the divine power of the lower-level gods is barely enough for three God-Pleasers to perform miracles, and it is impossible for this to continue for seven days.
Titan was very worried that such a tour would deplete the power of the gods.
After all, such behavior is basically the gods sacrificing themselves to help everyone practice, clear the hidden injuries in their bodies, and guide them to take a step further. This is not good for the gods at all. The gods in memory neither have the ability to do so nor will they do so.
"12 teams, a seven-day celebration is too long. It will be a huge loss to the gods. Please be sure to inform the Demon Lord!" Titan knelt on the ground and said sincerely.
When Wei Huan heard this, hey, there is such a good thing?
"Hurry up and get Xu Qingqiang back. Why are you dragging your feet? Don't you want to become a god?" Wei Huan sent someone to urge Xu Qingqiang back. Then he said to Mu Zhong, "The situation is critical now. We're surrounded by enemies on all sides. I've been thinking about how to further improve the strength of the pioneering army. You arrange for the people on duty, and the rest of the soldiers will all practice."
Mu Zhong was a little worried: "Is it really okay?"
"No." Wei Huan answered affirmatively, "And you, if you don't want to go out, arrange for the God Pleaser to perform at the entrance of the temple."
"That's fine. I'm sorry to bother you. You can ask Gouzi to drive me around the city. I can watch the show and do my work at the same time."
"You concentrate on your training, I'll take care of these."
"Goodbye, you've all become gods, so it's better to be higher and more intimidating."
Seeing that Mu Zhong was about to leave after he finished speaking, Wei Huan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a deathly aura wrapped around Mu Zhong's ankles and finally climbed up his neck, forcing him to stay in place.
In a very strange, as if consecrating, posture, shoulders pulled back, chest thrust forward, chin raised, unable to move.
"Wei Huan?" Mu Zhong was puzzled. The deathly aura was not tightly wrapped around him, but he could not move. He could only watch with the corner of his eye as Wei Huan stood up and slowly walked to him.
"Yeah." Wei Huan raised his hand and gently brushed the hair off Mu Zhong's forehead, asking him, "Aren't you curious?"
"What are you curious about?" Mu Zhong really didn't understand what he was asking.
Wei Huan didn't say anything, but just walked around behind Mu Zhong. Mu Zhong couldn't hear any movement behind him, only a little bit of tightly wrapped deathly energy, slowly moving his body into an uncomfortable and embarrassing position.
"Bang!"
The second button on the chest suddenly broke open, revealing a small piece of chest in the middle of the uniform.
At the same time, a hand touched his lower back and slid gently on it, up and down, left and right.
Mu Zhong's ears turned red, and he suddenly understood what Wei Huan was asking him.
He opened his lips, which were as red as his lips, and his ears were burning. He asked in a hoarse voice, "So, is there anything else?"
"some."
Warm air was blown onto Mu Zhong's earlobe, and his whole body tensed up. His hair stood on end, and the blush on his face deepened.
As the arms came up from behind and held him tightly against the chest, he was enveloped by overwhelming darkness.
Although it was filled with death, cold and dark atmosphere, he seemed to be wandering in the comfort of hot water. He was intoxicated by the caress of darkness, intoxicated by the cold breath, deeply in love with the power of death, and completely surrendered himself.
Actually he understands.
Why at this time, at this moment, do they want to do this?
This was Wei Huan's answer, telling him that even if he became a god, he was still a human being, possessing the seven emotions and six desires that a human being should have. He still had feelings and was also pursuing desires, so apart from the powerful power brought by the godhood, he had never changed.
Wei Huan was using this method to reassure him.
Just like when he first met his lover who became a god, an invisible barrier appeared, no matter how close he was to Him and how much he firmly believed that he must be the person He loved and cared about the most.
But is this "love" still the "love" he thought it was?
Can God's "love" really give him what he wants?
He didn't know, nor did he dare to confirm whether his guess was right or wrong. People in the world had deified the gods and spread too many true and false stories. He could only stay by his lover's side trembling with fear, wanting to be close but not daring to cross the line, cautiously testing the bottom line.
And all of this was seen through by men.
Yes, a man, not a god, a man who loves him and whom he loves deeply.
When that intense quest appeared, when he saw himself in those dark eyes, he found that nothing had changed.
That's right, he just became stronger, he is still himself, the person he loves the most.
When the touring music sounded, the black fog in the temple dissipated slightly.
Whispers were heard in the thick fog.
"The tour has started, and most of the day has already passed."
“…”
"That's enough, how can you be enough?"
“…”
"You were the one who said that I should become stronger so that I can satisfy your greed."
“…”
"How can I become stronger if you keep pestering me like this?"
“…”
"Yes, I want to go on tour and practice."
"Okay...as you wish."
As the gods murmured and sighed with helplessness and indulgence, thick deathly air flowed out of the temple like a dark and sticky liquid, then became lighter and flew into the sky, like an octopus with bared fangs and claws, dancing with its tentacles, spreading all over the sky above the city.
The terrifying power of God descended upon this city. The human race favored by God would not be harmed by the power of death, but the might of God made people feel suffocated.
Looking up at the dancing tentacles of death, all the citizens knelt down and prayed to the sky.
The murmuring sound flowed between heaven and earth, and also reached the ears of the man who was entangled in the deathly aura.
His fair skin was stained crimson, and his whole body was so tense that he was about to cry, but the deathly aura only swept away the thin tears from the corners of his eyes and had no intention of letting him go.
The tentacles of death danced above the city, stretching for hundreds of miles, shiny black, one by one, like anemones, dancing with the waves.
At some point, the suspended tour resumed. The twelve groups of God-pleasing people sang and danced on the streets full of ruins, lighting up the rainbow in the sky and scattering fragrant petals. To the ethereal and joyful music, the crowds grew larger and larger.
A tentacle of death from the god descended and hovered above the God Pleaser, as if the eyes of the god were watching here.
The God-pleasing ones worked even harder, and the surging divine power came as if it was free of charge, and they let out joyful chirps.
However, deep in the extremely dark tentacles of death, Mu Zhong was gasping for breath as if he was on the verge of death.
A man's joking voice came from my ear: "Hehe, I'll continue mine, you continue yours, practice well, don't be distracted."
"Wei Huan, you are crazy, you, you let me go back."
"Mu Zhong, you like it too. I know, I can feel it. Be good and relax. No one will know you are here. Open your eyes and continue to watch the tour you want to see. I will be here with you..."
The giant black anemone danced slowly to the rhythm of the tour.
It also looks like a black mandala growing on the edge of the underworld, swaying slowly by the river.
So beautiful.
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