Sword of Daybreaker

Tyre casually said a few words, but Gao Wen’s heart picked up the waves, because he heard a huge amount of information from the short sentences!

The Kraken is an ancient and mysterious civilization. This deep-sea race that lives outside his "satellite surveillance area" has been a fairly developed civilization since tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years ago, although due to the influence of the magic tide, The technological development of this race seems to have fallen into stagnation and bottlenecks, but they have continued at least for a long time – and in the process left a large number of observations of terrestrial civilization.

Compared with the "one millennium and other frames" in the late Gaowen period, the Kraken's observations are obviously more continuous, more detailed and more reliable.

Then Tyre’s words should be credible.

That is to say... Every time the civilization of the world is restarted, every time the universe is reshaped, the mortal race will always establish a similar religion, always believing a similar god?

In the case that the inheritance of civilization has been completely interrupted, and even the world has been reshaped, the beliefs of those gods have continued. !

The gods can ignore the influence of the magic tide, which Gao Wen thought long ago, but how did their beliefs appear in the mortal world again and again? The mortal civilization of "this season" has acquired knowledge about the gods through the "eternal slate". Then, in every mortal civilization in the past, will there be eternal slate?

According to Gao Wen’s speculation, the so-called eternal slate is most likely a kind of storage medium left by the “Tuster Fleet” in ancient times. Has this storage medium become a medium for the gods to continuously recover and constantly re-transmit their own information? Or to say... All this is simply the means of the "showing the gods fleet" in ancient times, is they deliberate?

He felt that he seemed to smell the conspiracy...

Seeing Gao Wen’s changing look, Tyre couldn’t help but wonder: “What do you want? It’s hard for me to recite those ‘God’. You are not happy? Are you not convinced of God?”

"No, not because of this," Gao Wen hurriedly waved his hand. "I just thought of something else... Yes, in your records of the Kraken, every civilization on the land has the same system of gods. Then they are..."

"Wait, you probably understand it wrong," Tyre interrupted him directly, and explained with a sharp tail. "I mean, you land people believe in the same kind of gods in every season, not the same. Gods - this is a big difference."

“What is the difference?” Gao Wen frowned. “What is the difference?”

“It’s the objects that the sects of several generations seem to have in common, but the actual feeling is not the same god,” Tyre thought hard, trying to find the most accurate words to describe the history she knew. "I will give you an example. For example, on the land of ancient times, the civilizations of the ancient times have a tendency to worship the concept of 'light, shelter, justice', and in this process have produced the belief of the Holy Light, but the actual The 'God of Light' is the same for every generation of civilization. I remember that the oldest **** of the Light in the Kraken record is a powerful male giant, but the light of the next generation of civilization worshipped after that. The **** is a dragon, a crystal dragon... Well, in the civilization of your previous generation or last generation, the image of the **** of light seems to be a woman, then called the goddess of light..."

Gao Wen listened at a glance, and finally hurriedly called Til: "Hey, you can pay attention! Don’t say this to others, especially don’t say it to the devotees. The content is too embarrassing, let people hear that you are easily placed on the firewood to roast into grilled fish..."

"You can rest assured, of course I know," Tyre rolled his eyes. "And the Kraken is not afraid of fire, but it is not baked into steam. Waiting for a wave of cold air, we will come back again..."

Gao Wen feels that he seems to have heard of a great racial talent, but he is now more concerned about the ever-changing image of the gods: "As you have just said, the image of the gods of other sects is also changing?"

"Yeah, your magical goddess this season is still a magical male **** in the last season. In the last season, it was called 'Dragon's Dragon Camendor'. Your God of War in this season was a four-headed thorn in the last season. Horn lion, but last season was actually a big, chest woman," Tyre said, shaking his head. "And not only the image will change, sometimes the gods will merge or disappear - for example, in ancient times, Blood God and God of War are actually the same faith. At that time, it was called the 'King of Killings', and the **** of business that you now believe in should be divided into commercial gods and contract gods in a certain season of civilization..."

Gao Wen’s face on the pile of ancient secrets that Tyre emerged from Tyre’s face was so powerful that he found it impossible to give the changes and correspondence of this pile of gods after he had pulled the half-day formula in his heart. I am clear, at least not for a short time, so he directly gave up these details and turned to the conclusion that is the most succinct:

Although the mortal civilizations of each season have their own beliefs about the exact idols of the gods, in general, the mortals believe that they are not certain exact and unchanging gods, but some kind of unity and development in civilization. The "concept product" that will almost always appear in the process!

Everyone is afraid of fire, so there is a belief in fire. The mortal yearns for light and justice, so the belief of the Holy Light is produced. The mortal needs trade and fairness, so the commercial belief is born. The worship of war and blood has spawned war and blood. Faith, the fear of the night gave birth to the shadow and dark faith...

Their beliefs are initially directed to a certain concept, and the exact image of the gods should be the product of that.

Therefore, Tyre said that no matter how many generations of civilization on land, they are worshipping "similar gods", but the image of the gods of each season is different!

Gao Wen couldn't help but think of the original worship of the gods on earth. In ancient times, the Earth people experienced similar things. First, they aweed certain phenomena in the natural world, and then they were born from this vague and conceptual awe. A clear deity, but unlike the earth, in this world...

The power of the gods and the gods is real.

Those gods whose image is constantly changing... If they are really ancient, and they all have the humanity characteristics of the various religions, then will they allow the mortal civilizations of season after season to shape their images at will?

Obviously it is impossible. After all, even a few syllables in the Light Religion can be sacred to death by the Holy Light. Those gods are not as tolerant to mortals.

So there is only one conclusion: in every quarter of the civilized religious system, the gods really changed... At least, their image really changed.

Gao Wen’s mind could not help but have a very daring question: Is God making people or artificial people?

He followed this bold idea, but he encountered a new problem: If it is really "man-made God," then the **** of suspected storms who died in the deep sea, the **** of nature who died in the shadow world... How should the actual flesh and blood body be explained?

There is another problem. The Kraken began to dig "big squid" when it was very ancient. In the process, there must have been more than one round of faith in the "God of the Storm" on the land. In the process, the **** of the storm Who is sitting in the "God position"?

You know, the power of the **** of the storm has always existed. Before the children of the storm fall into black, their priests can exchange for the "sea response" by praying for the **** of the storm, thus voyage in the endless sea of ​​chaos. It is impossible for such a great force to come out of the air. Is it impossible for the **** of the storm, which has been smashed by the Krakens, to take the time to return to the believers? !

If this is the case, then the degree of dedication of the **** of the storm can make Gao Wen look at it.

Gao Wen’s face was inconspicuous. In the end, he only said a long time: “The relationship between the gods and the mortals... How are they connected together...”

Tyre shrugged (and the tip of his tail): "This involves my knowledge-blind zone. After all, our Krakens don't believe in God. Even if they go out of curiosity according to the practices of your land people, they can't get those. The response of the gods. Your 'divine' system is completely incomprehensible in our eyes, just as you can't understand the elemental technology of the Kraken."

"You can get the ghost's response before you have a ghost," Gao Wen couldn't help but slanted the salted fish. "Look at your recipes - can the gods respond to you if you are rushing to give you a sashimi?"

Tyre licked his lips: "I’m really a bit embarrassed to talk about this, saying that I can take a sip of the big white deer..."

Gao Wen did not want to think: "No."

"Why..." Miss Haifa was obviously hit hard. "You can't use the big white deer anyway. You don't burn and don't eat, so a big piece of meat is wasted there..."

"The situation of the giant deer Amoen and the 'big squid' can be different," Gao Wen stunned the guy who had begun to drool and swayed his tail. "The giant deer Amoen relied on a large pile of ancient weapons." The generated force field is sealed, does Carmel say? Now there is a very delicate balance, God knows what happens to your past sip. And again, the door to the shadow world is built on In ancient times, those ancient techniques are now likely to have problems at any time. What if you go in and take a sip? How do you get out of the shadows? Just rely on your sea caterpillar way to get inside. Arch out?"

Tyre: "..."

Seeing that the Siren is speechless, Gao Wen breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the thriving city of Cecil under the bright winter sun.

"Still continue to sunbathe."

Tyre grinned helplessly, and the long snake tail melted and became an snake tail. Then she twisted her body and slammed like a salted fish without any motive: "Well, oh..."

At the same time, St. Sunil City, Santis finally set foot on the land of this ancient kingdom.

He looked up and watched the sun shine on the rowing roofs of St. Sunil's city, shining on the colorful windows of the church, and shining on the old walls and towers that were mottled and old.

After nearly a year, he finally returned.

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Genius one second to remember the address of this station: . :m.