Chapter 315 Chapter 315 Do you understand who you have angered? ...
The discipline of hymn itself is dependent on the gods.
They sing the greatness of the gods and often praise their achievements.
They are called the messengers of God in the world and become the agents of God in the world.
Even for a king of a kingdom, being able to make a hymn professor who is one of the best of his time is something worth bragging about.
Their songs are directed to the gods, but naturally they have their limitations.
Their talent does not lie in how powerful magic they can bring, but in gaining the recognition of magical elements by singing praises to the gods, thus bringing magic that is different from ordinary spellcasting.
But such limitations are not limitations at all for ordinary people, especially for the Church of Light. Instead, they are a sign of their loyalty and piety to God.
Of course, the gods themselves don’t care whether these hymns can reach their ears, and they are too lazy to care.
This group of hymn scholars just took advantage of the situation. Although they said they were singing to the gods, they were actually using it to shake the magical elements of the entire world.
After all, the activity level of the magical elements in this world depends on the twelve main gods.
So, in the final analysis, this is just another form of magical practice, just put it in a nicer way. Moreover, if you sing and praise every day, those hymn scholars will have a higher possibility of seeing the gods.
Of course, it refers to other main gods.
Neither the God of Light Arvid nor the God of Darkness Daryl responded to any similar praises.
But Milo was different.
Daryl had discovered it before.
After gaining recognition from the world, the little guy's singing can directly activate the magical elements of this world. This has nothing to do with the gods, it only depends on himself.
In short, whatever he wants to do, he can easily achieve it through magical elements in his singing.
To put it more simply, as the godson of the world consciousness, this little guy is already a demigod who does whatever he wants.
It's just that he is still too young and cannot use his power skillfully.
But even so, interrupting Bona's actions was a very easy thing to do.
Not only was Bona's voice interrupted instantly, but the pride she took in her identity was also shattered.
I can't breathe at this moment.
Trying to do this in front of a little cub is undoubtedly like a mayfly trying to shake a tree or a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and it will be completely crushed.
The ethereal singing was in a language they could not understand - it was a few words of divine language that Daryl had taught the little cub.
It is the language used by the twelve main gods when they send down oracles to change the entire world.
This voice came across, completely breaking the majestic feeling that Bona's singing just now gave people. In an instant, everyone around was immersed in it, and their thoughts were instantly carried away, as if they were above the clouds, looking down, and the whole world was in sight.
Until Milo's voice stopped, no one came back to their senses and there was silence all around.
It wasn't until Bona finally gasped for breath and suddenly coughed violently that everyone came back to their senses.
The cub had jumped off the stool without knowing when.
A pair of light blue eyes blinked, and he was a little timid when facing so many people.
But the action was firm.
He stood directly in front of Fran, stretched out his hand to block Fran, and then looked at Bona.
Even though this was a small and short one, the feeling of suffocation had not completely dissipated after facing the situation just now.
Her body trembled suddenly.
The group of followers who had been following her came to their senses and were even more frightened. They took several steps back and then looked at Milo in panic and fear.
What the hell just happened?
What happened to Bona?
How could this heir who sang praises to the gods be suppressed by this little cub he had never seen before?
Countless people fell silent, and all eyes fell on little Milo.
Under so many eyes.
The little guy still tried to stand up straight.
The small voice was crisp and ethereal: "Apologize!"
There was also a commotion outside.
The noise was really too loud.
All magicians felt it.
Some people came back to their senses and naturally wanted to see clearly what was happening.
"You're really going too far!"
The soft and cute little guy was seen staring at Bona in a baby voice.
After all, he was still young, and his heart was beating fast at the moment. He stood up firmly, but he didn't teach Bona much.
"Apologize to Milo and Mr. Fran."
"It's really a bit too much."
Someone next to him spoke softly.
"These nobles really don't treat common people as human beings."
This is the voice hidden among the crowd.
It's just obvious that before, no one dared to say anything to such a noble.
But in the magical world, since you nobles value talent and ability, and now you have met someone stronger, and you failed to distinguish them and offended others, it is natural that you should apologize, right?
The people around didn't dare to say anything, but countless eyes fell on Bona again.
Most of it was condemnation and malice.
Bona, who had never experienced such a thing since she was a child, came to her senses and her body was shaking with anger.
This is a child who has never experienced any setbacks.
A favored daughter among this group of nobles.
I have long lost my way in power and strength.
"You...I..."
She pointed at little Milo, her fingers trembling slightly.
Then he suddenly looked at Fran.
That look was like a knife, cutting through fiercely.
"Don't be too proud, Fran. You'll cry someday!"
She didn't dare stay any longer.
Turn around and walk away quickly.
"Let's go!"
Apologies are clearly not meant to be made.
And it’s pretty much what Milo thought.
If not handled properly, it will be more troublesome.
"You can't leave!"
The little guy had already stood up and spoke quickly.
And because he had never dealt with something like this before, his mind kept calling out for Daryl.
Dad, Dad! How is Milo supposed to handle this?!
Daryl heard the call of his own cub, laughed for a long time, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Under normal circumstances, even if these nobles provoked someone they shouldn't have, there would always be someone to help them clean up the mess.
Just like Isaiah, who is a professor of hymns at the Alan National Academy of Magic. This professor has always had a good reputation externally, so even if the little girl in the family is a little spoiled, most people tolerate it and will just have to pay some compensation when the time comes.
Over the years, even if Bona offended someone, it was mostly like this.
After all, the title of Professor of Ode of the Alan National Academy of Magic is something almost no one can refuse, including those noble masters.
This gave Bona the capital to be willful.
It just made her feel that things could be done this way.
Just pay a small price later.
Even now many of Isaiah's connections were expanded in this way.
As for Flange?
A pauper.
There will naturally be a way to solve it when the time comes.
For Bona, Fran had already thrown her face on the ground and stepped on it. She didn't care whether she was the one who provoked the other party first or not, she would naturally retaliate.
But it was obvious that Bona had predicted one thing wrong.
The magicians who can be influenced by someone like Isaiah are ultimately a race on the continent.
Under the protection of the gods, they have great reverence for the twelve main gods.
Many people are also wary of such hymns.
But what if the other person’s parents are gods?
What is the price of angering the gods, and what is the fate of angering the Son of God.
The arrogant heir soon learned this lesson.
Little Milo was still calling for Daryl.
Daryl's power has quietly arrived.
The sky around seemed to darken in an instant.
Of course, in addition to Daryl's power, there is also the world consciousness - the world consciousness is also very annoyed at the moment.
But as a proponent of balance.
As a promoter of the whole world.
What it needs most is not to act on emotion. It is obviously impossible for it to personally punish a small nobleman in this regard.
But for the petty-minded God of Destruction Daryl, this kind of thing is really very common.
Anyway, there are many rumors about the God of Destruction, and most of the rumors say that the God of Destruction will not tolerate others saying bad things about him.
That's what the rumor is anyway.
Daryl thought that if he didn't confirm the rumor, it would be disrespectful to the person who spread it.
And at the moment when the power of God arrives.
Everyone was frozen in place, completely unable to move.
In a trance, I seemed to hear the god whispering, very softly - it seemed that he was speaking to the cub.
With comfort and tenderness.
But such sounds sounded eerie and terrifying in their ears.
Milo was the only one present who was not affected at all.
He blinked his big eyes, looking a little uneasy.
Asked in a low voice.
"Dad, has Milo caused any trouble for Dad?"
This little darling is still thinking about his father's tattered body.
Although it was small, it puffed out its chest.
"Dad, tell Milo what to do. Milo can do it himself!"
In the cub's concept, the other party should apologize sincerely and reform.
Because Daryl took care of the cub in time, the daylight came before the cub's world became completely dark.
No matter how drastic the method is, the little guy is too small to use it on others, or he doesn't have an accurate idea of how big the backrest is behind him.
But the gods, who had existed for thousands of years and had seen all kinds of things in the world, just smiled.
"No, Yuyu is doing very well. Why do you tolerate this kind of person?"
The gods are nonchalant, guiding from behind.
"Didn't Dad tell you a long time ago? You don't need to care too much about things. Be gentle, be tolerant, or be patient. Some people won't learn their lesson unless you push them down hard, whether it's the Ancient Gods or some races."
“You have to let them truly feel the pain, and then you’ll find that the world suddenly becomes a kinder place.”
Milo blinked thoughtfully.
Then he nodded seriously.
"Milo knows."
And Fran behind Milo was completely frozen.
What's this?
what happened?
Fran stood behind Milo.
She watched as a vague dark figure appeared behind Milo, not hiding anything from her, and bowed her head affectionately.
The divine power descended, pinning down the group of people who had learned their lesson and were still trying to deal with it as before. They were overwhelmed and collapsed to the ground. At this moment, Bona was finally unable to utter a word.
But the gods were gently comforting and educating their own cubs.
In the air, another ray of majestic light was looming.
The bright magical elements were dancing wildly, as if welcoming someone's arrival.
Meanwhile, Milo clenched his fist under the instruction of the God of Destruction's parent: "Yuyu, I understand. I need to work hard to become stronger and beat these guys into submission. Only then will they learn the truth!"
The black shadow was relieved: "Yes."
Let’s not talk about what kind of parenting education this is.
Fran felt her scalp tingling. She was not sure if others could see all this.
Whether it was the song just now, the pressure at this moment, or the light magic elements jumping in the air.
Do they even know what they are doing?
Do they know what they are provoking?
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