First Player

Chapter 525 Chapter 523·"Where's his name?"

The square where the First Tribe is holding the succession ceremony has been shrouded by a rain-proof barrier in the sky, and the poisonous rain cannot invade it.

The people kneeling around in circles to watch the succession ceremony, all silently recited prayers with pious expressions.

Smoked river fish, wild animal meat and other sacrifices were placed on the altar, and the bonfire burned and danced.

The young patriarch, wearing a blood-colored sacrificial crown and a black sacrificial robe, was already kneeling in front of the statue of Larsus, the Hundred God, and began to communicate with the gods.

Although the official statement of Qiongdi is that Bai Shen is dead, some elders and people still firmly believe that Bai Shen is just sleeping. On this important occasion, as the "Son of Bai Shen" who is most consistent with the aura of Bai Shen's relics, Feng Chang , he still has to try to communicate with the gods according to the oracles of the past.

"Dong, dong, dong——"

Accompanied by bursts of dull sound of Qatari drums, girls wearing silver bracelets and women wearing black veils walked out of the queue of ethnic people and began to sing and dance emotionally. They sang soft words and danced with the heavy drum beats that sounded like heartbeats. Colorful silk fabrics and bright silver ornaments were mixed together. Soft and beautiful tunes were combined with steady and dull beats. It formed a sacrificial ceremony with a strong tribal style.

The saint in plain skirt walked towards the high platform, while the young patriarch on the high platform was murmuring to the statue.

"Lord Larsus..." Chief Feng bowed his head and whispered the name of Bai Shen.

As the "Son of the Hundred Gods", he should have chanted the praise, desire and piety for the Hundred Gods on such an occasion, and then successfully took over the position of patriarch, released the full power of the Black Python's authority, and became an unrivaled figure in the world. exist, kill other competitors, and win the Hundred-Man War.

However, at this time, he only felt confused.

Yesterday, he learned the truth about Qiongdi. The concept he had held for more than ten years had been shattered in an instant.

"... Lord Baishen, you are a figment of outsiders, so... is my belief wrong?" he said.

His voice was so low that no one heard him except the saint who was very close to him.

This was not something he should say when praying to the gods. It was completely different from the sacrificial language he had learned over the past ten years.

He was just searching his heart and asking questions about him who had been practicing faith for more than ten years——

——Is it really worth it?

His beliefs...his ideas...his vision of inheriting the tribe and spreading the brilliance of the Baishen to every corner of the world...are just things guided by humans.

So what is he living for in this life?

The saint in a plain skirt walked up the steps and walked next to him.

"You have turned your back on the oldest god, Nine Gods Aira." The saint said, "He is your true faith, but you have been deceived by outsiders and turned your back on your true faith. You have made up the fabrication of outsiders. The god who came out of the world is regarded as a righteous god, but your ancient true god is regarded as an evil god..."

"How do you know this?" Chief Feng looked at the saint.

Logically speaking, this most foolish and loyal tribal saint who wanted to sacrifice her life to the gods could not know these long-buried truths.

"Answer my question first." The saint said: "Having known the truth, what are you going to do? Will you announce the truth and guide people to return to the faith of God Nine?"

Her sea-blue eyes were fixed on Chief Feng.

At this time, the sacrificial words chanted in low voices by the tribesmen and the loud and high-pitched chanting of the women filled his ears like cold wind.

His eyes swept over the golden statues of gods, the candles with green smoke, the women in colorful clothes, the shirtless drummers, the elders with their eyes closed in prayer...everything he could see with his naked eyes. Sweeping through the scenery.

The sacrificial crown on his head made him breathless. He suddenly learned the truth at this juncture and could not keep his inner calm at all.

The truth has been deceived, and people of foolish faith exist in every corner of the world, but Sibor, the only orthodox believer, is exiled as a heretic...

After a moment, he spoke.

"...That's it." He said.

"What?"

"The truth that is not worthy of being revealed should be buried." He said: "Jiushen's past has been forgotten by everyone. Announcement of the truth hastily will only cause everyone to collapse and rebound. The current dome is full of curses. Getting higher and higher, they can no longer withstand the turmoil of their faith. Maintaining the current situation is the best way."

The saint's eyes moved slightly.

"Whether we believe in the true god or a god invented by outsiders... that is also our god. I will not... wantonly change the beliefs of the people." Feng Zhang said.

"Do you want to hide this truth? Even if you already know that the Bai gods you believe in are just fiction and lies? Do you want to continue the status quo and continue to hide everything about the true god Jiu Shen?" the saint said.

Chief Feng stood up. His legs, which he had been kneeling for a long time, were numb. He stood firm before speaking to the saint.

"——A god who cannot save his people is not a god at all." He said these words again.

Although the Baishen was just a fictitious image by outsiders, He gathered enough faith five years ago to truly descend and turn into a canopy to protect the people. Then He really existed.

And Jiu Shen, who has lost his heart... is destined to be destroyed in the dust of the past. The people will not accept the truth that Jiu Shen is the righteous god. They cannot immediately turn around and believe in the 'evil god' who has been despised by them for generations.

Only continuing the status quo, maintaining lies, and letting him bear the cruel truth alone is the best way to make the world more stable.

...Even if he perpetuates lies like this, his behavior will be no different from those of outsiders.

"You really love this land." The saint said, "Even though your faith has collapsed, do you still want to continue to pretend to be the 'son of the Bai God' who believes in the Bai God the most to appease everyone?"

"...Who are you?" Chief Feng asked this question again.

"I am your father." The saint smiled.

"...?" Chief Feng was stunned.

"Haha, I'm kidding, I'm kidding, I'm..." The saint waved her hands and was about to speak when a loud voice came from behind.

"——The ceremony to communicate with Master Baishen has ended. Young Clan Chief, please come down."

An old man, who was holding a scepter and seemed to have high moral authority, spoke to Chief Feng on the high platform.

The old man is the 'Judge' Diansi, the most loyal believer in Baishen, and is responsible for presiding over this succession ceremony.

Beside him, stood Mizushima Kawakora wearing a red and white robe.

Mizushima Kawakora was repulsed by Sibor's tentacles a few days ago. After a few days of repair, she and Noiji returned here, intending to participate in this succession ceremony.

She and Noriji were the highest-status people besides the chief, even the four elders next to them were not as good as them.

Among the crowd watching the ceremony from the First Tribe, there were still many players hidden. There was Bonnie dressed as a singer and dancer, Yuri Kru playing the drums, Anthony holding a water bowl and sprinkling water, and Isabella staring silently from the treetops in the distance.

This rain-proof barrier was not big and could only cover the square. Poisonous rain was still falling in other areas, so they could only gather here to watch the ceremony. Almost all the surviving players gathered here.

[...Where did Su Mingan go...] Mizushima Kawakora thought to himself.

It was obvious that Su Mingan's identity was just a heretic who was an enemy of the world, and there was almost nothing he could do about him.

However, having been associated with that kind of evil god, he should have been alienated. She had noticed something was wrong with him before she ran away, and he probably wouldn't last long.

Her information was somewhat limited, but not far behind, the two people who were discussing were very well informed.

"The last trace of the first player is in the third tribe." Lu said with navy hair.

He is currently wearing a flowerpot-like decoration, which looks quite retro. This is the price the player pays for blending into the people.

"Why are you so sure? The traces he left may be false." Zhong Xi, a sniper player next to him, said: "If the news is false, we will be in trouble, and we will be led by the nose."

Lu didn't say anything, just handed her the communicator in his hand to look at.

Zhong Xi looked sideways and vertically, and suddenly saw a line of slogans among the densely packed small characters on the communicator——

[Eradicate tribal tyranny, and the sky belongs to the lighthouse. ]——The announcement of the third tribe’s affiliated settlement, Saas settlement.

"Okay, it's him." Zhong Xi nodded.

Lu silently took the things back.

"He wants to... collect faith, right? He actually wants to take the path of becoming a god?" Zhong Xi understood what Su Mingan was doing at a glance: "It is said that his leader is a pagan, he is... really not afraid Being alienated."

"So, if he wants to obtain one of the powers of the Hundred Gods - the black python. He will definitely come today." Lu said.

"Come here?" Zhong Xi said unexpectedly: "The players are all here, and Chief Feng is also here. Is he here to die? And I heard that the concentration of poisonous rain in the third tribe is very high, and the entire tribe has been affected by the poisonous rain." Will he survive if the sea erodes him?”

"Maybe..." Lu suddenly looked up.

"Zhong Xi." He said, "Look, it suddenly dawned."

…

The chants of the people stopped.

They raised their heads and stared at the sight in the sky in shock.

The edge of the gloomy sky, which was raining poisonous rain, suddenly lit up with a dazzling light.

At this moment, they seemed to see gods descending from the sky sowing golden wheat seeds to them, and saw holy white flowers blooming in the sky.

A vast, mysterious aura enveloped this land.

They saw the white tentacles blooming like petals and the figure bathed in light.

"——Lord Baishen is here!" someone shouted.

"This is almost exactly the same scene as when Master Baishen arrived five years ago..."

"Lord Baishen is indeed not dead! He is still here... God, are you here to continue to protect your people?"

Loud shouts echoed throughout the square. The most pious Noiji knelt on his knees, his body almost touching the ground, leaving only Mizushima Kawakora who was still standing there.

Her eyes moved slightly, staring at the figure getting closer and closer in the sky.

That figure - he ignored the poisonous rain and flew towards this side, the white tentacles spread out behind him like angel wings, wrapping him like the buds of a flower.

Shining like an angel, brilliant like a god.

——He extremely fits people’s “definition” of Baishen, the god of light, kindness, and justice.

"Holy crap, this guy is making a splash. I know this guy's face. Isn't this Su Mingan's role?" player Lunt couldn't help shouting.

"The first player is so awesome. It's over. Let him pretend."

"Is the plot of the succession ceremony still going on? We're not going to worship him, are we? I don't want the Lighthouse Cult, no..."

In the player's uncertain eyes, the white figure gets closer and closer.

At this time, all the people knelt down and worshiped, and almost no one stood.

The white tentacles twist around the "god", they represent [energy].

The white key is placed in the "god's" backpack, which represents [faith].

A bracelet engraved with a black lamb pattern is placed on the wrist of the "god", which represents [authority].

The young man in the sky - he only needs the power of the black python and the power of the black crow to completely recreate the Bai God in people's belief.

Mizushima Kawakora, who was still standing, gradually frowned as he looked at such a grand scene.

"...That's not right." She suddenly said: "Su Ming'an... where did the player's name on his head go?"

…

Between heaven and earth, everything is silent.

The son of the Bai God, wearing a blood-red sacrificial crown, raised his head while all the people were kneeling in worship, and looked directly at the gods in the sky with burning eyes.

"Chief Feng, kneel down." The second elder beside him said softly. He didn't know what happened to Chief Feng today, but he didn't even kneel down when Lord Baishen came.

Chief Feng did not kneel down, but continued walking.

In the silence, the sound of his boots hitting the ground was particularly loud, like hitting people's hearts.

He raised his head and stared at the "god" in the sky.