Cthulhu Gonfalon

Looking at the smiling Wolverine, Owen Hart was in a loss.

He looked around at a loss, saw a bitter but somewhat relaxed father, and sat there in frustration, silently stroking the grandfather of the holy book that never left, and the elders and relatives in the family. There are other high-level members of the Church of the Scholars.

"...What is going on?" he couldn't help but ask.

"The details are very complicated. To put it simply, I have inherited the priesthood of the gods of the previous generation of scholars." The **** of knowledge and culture, the robes who claimed to be Wo Wei, smiled and said, "I don't want to do anything." Dangerous things, but the cleric 'scholar' can't always be vacant. And I have been working hard in this direction, so I took over this priesthood - of course, I am not the **** of scholars, or, I Not just the **** of scholars."

Owen Hart was silent for a while and asked, "So, what about our majesty?"

Wolverine shook his head: "In the future, for a long time, you can't see him again. Maybe I will have enough power to let him resurrect with my identity as God when I step into powerful power in the future... ...but that is destined to be a long-distance and far-away thing. It may take hundreds of years, or even thousands of years. Perhaps even the legendary mage can't live to witness the scene."

Owen realized that the elders’ appearances came from him. He thought for a while and asked, “So, do you want us to believe and serve you, just like the faith and service?”

"I don't insist on anything." Wool shook his head and said, "You are His devout believers. I have no intention of insulting your loyalty. But as you have seen, I have inherited his priesthood, and I am strong enough to be able to take this priesthood. It is impossible to resurrect before re-separating a part to reconstruct the gods based on this priesthood."

Owen hangs his head: "In order to show us your majesty to those who have nowhere to return to the soul?"

His voice is very light, but there is a clear anger in the tone.

Wo Wei was not angry and said kindly: "Show off or show? No, I am not so bored. I just feel that it is necessary to tell you about this. After all, the future is still far away, and you should always consider it for the future." ”

Owen understands the meaning of this god. He is also fifteen years old, not a child. Some political things, he has already been involved, and there have been specific learning.

The **** of knowledge and culture debutly visits and demonstrates his divine power. In fact, it is to tell the Hart family, to tell the believers of the gods of the scholars that the gods they believe in are indeed unable to return. Now they are turning to believe There is no other way to go outside of Him.

This is not a fierce or bullying. As a great god, the **** of knowledge and culture is gentle and can even be said to be quite tolerant.

However, Owen is still inevitably disappointed, and complains.

He is not a very devout believer, but he has long been accustomed to the **** of faith scholars, which is like eating, drinking, sleeping, and becoming part of his life. Now the **** of knowledge and culture wants him to change this habit, and he is really hard to accept.

The thoughts in his heart are naturally ignorant, and Wo Wei looks at this wonderful Son and can't help but smile.

It’s really wonderful. He’s never seen it before, even imagined, there’s a sacred son in the world who doesn’t belong to the devout believer.

This young man named Owen Hart is not the kind-hearted believer of the **** of faithful scholars. Although he understands the teachings of the scholar's **** well, he does well in life, but in his heart. But did not agree with this set of teachings.

For him, these doctrines, this life, and this belief are just a habit.

Yes, it’s just a habit.

Very wonderful but also very reasonable things, just, people are very concerned about.

He smiled and reached out to the top of Owen's head, and the gentle will flowed into the other's heart with warmth of power.

"Young people, I didn't feel that you were upset, but why don't you want to believe in me?"

In the mind, He asks questions like this.

Owen, who had communicated with the **** of scholars many times, immediately responded, and also answered with the heart: "I have long been accustomed to the life of my Lord, which is like the power of this magic tower, which is part of my life. I don't want to change it."

"But life is always changing." Wo Wei said, "As people always grow up."

"What is the meaning of a person's short life for the great gods?"

Wo Wei silenced and said, "I have heard a story from my main god, the great void mask, are you interested in listening?"

"Of course, I am willing to listen to your teachings."

So Owen saw that the scenery in front of him had changed. He did not stand in the magic tower, but stood in the air, watching a group of tiny bugs swimming in the water.

"This is a very tiny and weak worm. They are born in spring, grow up in summer, lay eggs in the fall, and die. The eggs pass through a winter and hatch in the next spring, starting the journey of life." The life of the tiny bug was presented in front of the juvenile. "It's so short-lived that it's impossible to know what is 'winter' and what is 'one year'."

The boy nodded, but did not understand why He wanted to demonstrate this.

The picture turned, showing a large tortoise crawling slowly in the swamp. Its back was covered with mottled patterns, which looked like a huge rock, and even a lot of weeds had been grown on the rocks.

"This is an ancient tortoise living in the swamp. Its life is very monotonous. When you are full, you sleep, wake up and eat. Every time, it will be drowsy because of the magical tides. The life of Hibernate - from one hibernation to the next hibernation, is about a thousand years."

The teenager looked at the sluggish giant tortoise in surprise and marveled at its long life.

The picture changed again and turned into a small flying insect in the air. It flew, and it was very quick at first, but it slowed down in a while. Two pairs are gathered, mating, spawning, and then dying.

"This is another kind of bug. From hatching to death, there will be only one day before and after, and there will probably be two or three days." Wo Wei said, "Their life is so short that even one week is impossible to know." ”

The picture continues to change, turning into a towering ancient tree, and each hanging branch is like an ordinary tree.

"This is Shenmu. It has been hundreds of thousands of years since its birth..."

"Great god, what do you want to tell me?" Owen asked doubtfully.

"I also asked this question at the beginning, and then the vain mask said to me, whether it is those short-lived worms, or the gods who live longer than most gods, they live, but they are all just 'Life' only."

"Short life is not something that needs to be lamented. Longevity is not something to be proud of. In the face of the long river in the years, it is not that the gods are really immortal, so if you live a serious life and live a serious life, you can Satisfied." Wo Wei said, "The **** of the fallen scholar has undoubtedly lived a serious life, you?"

Owen was silent for a long time and eventually bowed to Him.