High Above

"Hello, new church member, my name is Ian, you can call me guide, forerunner, or alchemist, whatever."

Taking off his helmet, the white-haired boy smiled and nodded to the mountain people with slightly opened eyes. The young mountain people blinked and responded with a silly smile: "My name is Pansha...the elder heir of the Avod tribe, you know my grandfather. , I won’t say more.”

Ian turned his head and looked at the Elf Bachelor and the Purple Maple Knight who had been restrained at the side: "Anfa, I didn't expect to meet again so soon."

"The appearance of Zifeng is my fault. This is a disagreement within our Canaan Moorish elves."

Anfa gave Ian a salute of thanks, and Ian returned the salute, and then said: "What should we do next? Kill her, or...take her back?"

"She is still valuable - and Zifeng is very smart, isn't she? She chose to leave from the beginning." Anfa hesitated, but still insisted: "For the sake of her not attacking you, can you spare her life?" .”

Ian looked at the elf knight restrained by Anfa with interest.

Of course he knew that Zifeng had no interest in him from the beginning. She came here mainly to track down clues about Anfa.

In other words, she had something to discuss with Anfa.

For this reason, she didn't mind taking the blame for the Magnet Knight. Anyway, the worst she could do was go back to Canaan Moore and never come to Nanling again.

But the pot cannot be big.

Therefore, after seeing that his strength was far greater than expected, Zifeng simply left without disturbing the muddy waters.

It was a smart choice that saved her life.

Moreover, she got her wish and met Anfa, whom she wanted to meet - maybe the method was not quite right, but the result was the same.

"Look at you. You caught her."

Ian raised his head, put on his helmet again, and said nonchalantly: "Thank you for your help, otherwise, Magneto alone would have put me in a tough fight, and with two people... I would have had no choice but to flee all the way, and I would have been in trouble with others." In front of me, the power of the dragon’s blood organ is exposed.”

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the scene of the previous battle.

Anfa and Pansha followed Ian, and the young man explained to them: "Magnetic light is indeed very powerful, but he underestimated the explosive power of my dragon-shaped organ."

"He probably wanted to use a special method to strengthen his strength and defeat me in one fell swoop, but I saw through the flaw and used the dragon-shaped organ to knock him down."

That was the formal statement, and both of them listened silently.

As for the truth or not, they don't care.

In addition, what Ian said was consistent with the aftermath of the battle they had seen before, so there was nothing to question.

At this moment, Ian suddenly changed the topic.

"By the way, Anfa."

The young man turned his head and asked softly: "Dragon Worship Cult...does it really have a god?"

Immediately, Anfa and Pansha both raised their heads and looked at Ian, one with a look of astonishment and the other with a face full of confusion.

Her thoughts moved slightly, and the red inscription wrapped around the head of the Purple Maple Knight flashed, blocking her hearing, and then she slowly said: "Why do you suddenly ask... this question?"

"Because Magneto mentioned a related topic just now." Ian threw the pot on the dead man without hesitation: "Pray for divine power... After saying these words, his power suddenly became stronger, but there were also flaws. , gave me a chance to kill with one strike."

"I think there are so many sects in this world, isn't it normal to have gods? In this case, do we have a Dragon Worshiping Sect?"

Ian's tone was filled with real doubts, and it was obvious that Magnet's words puzzled him.

Anfa was silent for a while, frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

"Do you know about the Insect Nest?" The elf suddenly talked about another topic, and Ian, who almost became the master of the Starfinder Insect Swarm, smiled and accepted it: "I heard...it is said that the Canaan Moor Forest is The insects in it are a kind of insect nest life."

"As far as I know, it is a powerful group of eusocial creatures."

"Yeah." Anfa's brows widened and he elaborated: "That's it. Some individuals among the zerg that have independent intelligence will call the female worm in their nest 'god'."

"And the crystal dragons in the Meditation Sea will also call their dragon king the 'Ancestral God'."

"In addition, the Khans of the Cangtian Royal Court and some of the demi-human tribes are also gods walking on earth... Feiyan Land also has a similar tradition, and the kings of Feiyan all claim to be gods. A descendant whose blood contains divinity.”

"The empire is no exception. Your emperor always claims to be the sun or the twin moons, the spokesperson of the light in the sky."

Even though the elf dressed as a bachelor was holding a long bow, his elegance was still intact. On the hills of the golden plain, Anfa explained to Ian the definition of 'god' on the continent of Terra in detail, and answered the boy's questions in as much detail as possible. It's like a teacher teaching in a classroom.

"all in all."

In the end, Anfa concluded: "The fifth-level kings are enough to be worshiped as 'gods' in those remote and primitive areas. If you must say so, then the Dragon Worship Cult once had 'God's."

This sentence revealed a lot of information, which made Ian nod and listen carefully.

The elf also paid attention to Ian's expression and said slowly: "But only the four orthodox religions can truly bestow divine power... Except for the four orthodox religions, no other force can fully grasp this power."

Anfa turned his head and looked at the white-haired young man who was listening quietly. He warned in a prompting manner: "Of course, just because we don't know is obvious, it doesn't mean there is none - please note that different civilizations, different cultures and regions, There are different definitions of God and divine power.”

"For example, in the City of Knowledge, imparting knowledge itself is no different from imparting divine power. It is equally sacred and cannot be profaned. In the same way, in some areas, the true form of high-level bloodline can also be regarded as the inheritance of divine power."

"But if the Magnet Knight is really given some kind of immediate power or some kind of magic, it means that he is a member of a mysterious sect - a person who worships false gods and prays for evil powers."

Anfa emphasized: "In the eyes of the four orthodox religions, their existence is a cult that is more 'evil' than our Dragon Worshiping Cult."

"If that's the case, if you kill him, it will even be a great achievement."

After all, in the final analysis, the existence of ancient dragons itself has nothing to do with evil and kindness, because ancient dragons have never needed human faith and reverence. Their power also comes from blood, or from studying their knowledge.

That's the difference.

"I see..." Ian nodded slowly. Although he did not get a clear answer, Anfa's answer did answer a lot of questions for him, and even revealed some of the deeper secrets of Terra.

God...or rather, false god, actually exists.

The young man still remembers what Teacher Hilliard once said to him before his death.

The existence of the silver chip will attract all kinds of powerful enemies to him.

——The king of the earth, the envoy of the world, the general of an army, the rulers of this world.

There are indeed many kings, and generals have also seen them, and this divine envoy...

"interesting."

He whispered in his heart: "No wonder these guys are secretly connected. Are they members of the same sect?"

"I just don't know what kind of sect this is, and who their leader and 'god' is."

Ian is not worried about what this mysterious sect will do to him if he kills Night Snake and Magneto.

In the final analysis, the other party is a hidden sect hidden in the darkness. It needs a dormant force that even the Dragon Worshiping Sect cannot compare to.

After all, if the Dragon Worship Cult wants to recruit people, many people will go there - the blood of ancient dragons that can affect nature and shake the world is more straightforward than some illusory god.

As for the four orthodox religions... Ian thought of Bishop Baiwu's special ability to use a variety of spiritual powers, as well as the clergy of the Spiritual Machine Church who could upload their own memories.

They are simply with God, so there is no need to be given any divine power.

At this moment, they also arrived at the place where Ian and Magneto had fought.

Next to the stone forest, traces of various battles are everywhere - magnetic sand cutting, storm sweeping, acid erosion, poisonous transpiration... The plain stone trees with almost armor-like bark are also burning black under the burning flames. The smoke, not to mention the frost and running water on the ground, even made the wind blowing from afar bring a chill to the bones.

And right in the center of the battle field, a charred figure that had turned into charcoal, with no details visible at all, was lying on the ground without a sound.

"I'm sorry, you two."

Ian turned his head and said with an embarrassed expression: "I may need to ask you two to help me deal with the traces of the battle scene - I will pay you, and I will use alchemy potion as a reward!"

"We should help each other." Anfa answered in a serious manner as always, while Pansha opened his eyes wide and stared at the traces of battles that were mostly catalyzed by alchemical potions.

He swallowed, patted his chest happily and promised: "I promise there will be no traces - but what to do with this body?"

"There is no need to leave any trace, it doesn't matter if you leave a little behind."

Ian thought for a while, then nodded and said: "As for the corpse, I will collect it later and throw it into the Nine-Xuan Abyss."

"Presumably the monsters there will solve all problems."

The night in the golden field is still long.

In the distant imperial capital, a figure opened his eyes.