Fire City.

royal palace.

The study room was brightly lit all night. Recently, His Majesty Osis met with a large number of Suinhore bureaucrats and nobles every day, and his palace minister naturally accompanied him to handle various government affairs until late at night.

The palace minister looks older than Osis, but in fact he is forty or fifty years younger than Osis.

However, the palace minister is neither a powerful person, nor a three-leaf symbiosis.

So it looks much older.

King Ossis is intensively preparing for something, to complete a plan that has been prepared for a long time.

The palace minister put down the pen and looked at Osis at the other end of the table.

"This year's reported harvest far exceeds previous years."

"It is expected that next year will be a big harvest year if there are no accidents. The food problem has been solved, and there should be no more large-scale famines, displacements and rebellions next year."

"The pressure on the country will also be much less, and the finances can also be relieved."

"His Majesty."

"In the next year and the year after, can you consider relaxing the bans on the prohibition of alcohol?"

"To express gratitude to the gods."

Ossis: "Not yet, this is just the beginning, don't get carried away."

Gong Xiang went on to say: "The silkworms that have been passed down from the Royal Court of Ten Thousand Snakes have also begun to be cultivated. The silk woven by the silkworms is somewhat similar to the legendary God's Weave. The White Tower Alchemy Alliance has already started. , we have to catch up here too.”

"Also, we must bring in some alchemists to Suinhol to establish alchemy workshops. Although alchemists are servants of God Iva, we should also loosen some boundaries appropriately depending on the situation."

"I heard that a powerful alchemy workshop called the Alchemy Tower has recently appeared in the White Tower Alchemy Alliance. I'm going to the Land of Sunrise to see if it's as powerful as the rumored one."

The silkworm is a kind of insect transformed from the silkworm, and the silkworm was originally the core secret art product used by the Wuling lineage to weave the scrolls of divine arts. It is said that the apostle Su Kebu accidentally in the endless sand sea. A bug found.

The silk weaving worm eats sand, and its vitality is very strong, and the silk it produces is an extraordinary material.

Silkworms are much more delicate, they don't eat sand, and they can't eat ordinary plants. They feed on the leaves of a special tree that was born in Thunder Swamp, but the silk they produce is similar to the legendary God's Weave.

It is said that this kind of cloth and worm silk is so light that it seems to have no weight. If it is left untreated or worn on the body, it is so soft that it can float directly above the clouds.

Although it is not an extraordinary material in the conventional sense, it also has peculiar properties.

This made it instantly popular in the King of Ten Thousand Snakes, and other countries were also affected.

As for the Alchemy Tower.

Naturally, it was a brand-new thing created by the apostle Oran combined with the profound meaning of the towering school, and an extraordinary profession called tower guard was born along with it.

One policy after another began to be implemented.

It seems that Suinhol's condition is indeed getting better, but this is not the ultimate goal of Osis.

Osis: "Once you're ready, it's time to move on to the next step next year."

"It has been started many years ago, and it has never been completely completed."

"But this time it can't be delayed any longer."

The palace minister knew what Ossis was talking about: "Provincial system?"

Ossis nodded.

Gong Xiang: "Or use the consul election?"

"Is it imitating the Land of the Sunrise, or the King's Court of Ten Thousand Snakes?"

Osis shook his head: "No, our situation is different from other countries."

"The way the consul is elected is not good. The highest governor of a province must be appointed by ourselves."

"I don't like the name Archon either. I decided to name it Governor."

Gong Xiang: "Those nobles in the south will definitely resist in private. They may not dare to confront us directly on the surface, but they are deeply rooted and have ruled the south for nearly a thousand years."

"As soon as we intervene, all kinds of chaos will break out immediately, forcing us to stop, just like before."

"Either provoke war, or cause famine, or force landless peasants to rebel, or directly introduce those pirates."

"That's what they've always done."

Ossis: "So this time, we must uproot them and eliminate future troubles forever."

Gong Xiang: "What's more troublesome is that we have no valid reason."

"The origins of these families can be traced back to the era of Alsini and the Fire Keepers, and they have a very large influence, and the commoners in the south have long been accustomed to their rule."

"It's impossible for us to kill all of their followers, and once we're passive, it's very tricky, and some things can't be completely solved by force."

Ossis picked up an intelligence letter and put it in front of the palace minister: "Just right, the right reason is here."

Gong Xiang was stunned for a moment, and immediately said after opening it: "The trail of ghouls appeared in the Red Land Territory and Chuck Territory in the south?"

"is this real?"

Osis leaned back in his chair: "This time it's true, I don't have to cheat on this."

"Although the exact location has not been found, it is basically certain that the ghouls are hiding in several territories in the southeast."

"And I'm sure some of the greedy guys in the South have become part of these villains."

"Joined the evil ghoul cult."

Gong Xiang immediately became serious: "These southern guys, they have touched the bottom line."

"They didn't just betray the kingdom, they betrayed the Suinhor people."

"Even betrayed the race, and the great gods."

"This is unforgivable."

Ossis felt that a lot of messy things were gradually torn apart, and his heart was clear.

"That's right."

"It's time to solve it."

"While I can still do it, clean up all these guys who are blocking the progress of the kingdom and Suinhol.

"after."

"I guess no one can do it."

The palace minister also knew that only Ossis could solve these problems.

But he understands better.

Without Ossis, Suinhol would probably be torn apart in time.

Therefore, the palace minister was instantly worried: "But... the next generation of the king of the gods."

Osis has no descendants, and according to rumors, there probably won't be another generation of the Favorite King.

This is what the palace minister and most of the people who stand on Ossis's side are worried about.

Ossis took a deep look at the palace minister, making the palace minister a little nervous.

Ossis laughed

"Do not worry!"

"I've already thought about it.

Gong Xiang was stunned for a moment: "Really?"

He thought in his heart that Ossis had been re-approved by the Crimson Goddess, and had arranged for a brand-new **** species to be reincarnated.

As long as a brand new **** species descends on the royal family, as long as a new king of gods is born, even if it's just a baby, no one dares to move.

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in winter.

Ossis practiced swords alone in the palace garden, still under the holy tree full of golden flowers.

After sweating profusely from practice, he came to the side of the artificially excavated lake, put down his sword boldly and rubbed his face with icy cold water.

The ice water swept away the hot sweat on his face, and Osis couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"what!"

He shook his hair and opened his eyes.

But the ripples in the water gradually spread out, exuding a faint luster.

So after Osis opened his eyes, he suddenly saw another face in the water.

A woman's face.

He has long silver hair and golden pupils.

Osissi was stunned for a moment, but after all, he was a king who had seen all kinds of situations and experienced wind and rain, so he asked calmly immediately.

"who?"

"Why are you in the water?"

But if you look closely, you will find that the woman is not in the water. The other party seems to use water as a carrier, a medium to spy on reality.

It was as if Osis and the woman were looking at each other through a mirror.

The woman in the lake told him.

"I am the fairy in the lake. I want to have a barter with you and exchange your dreams with you with the leaves of the fantasy vine."

"Do you want to?"

Ossis was still in a daze, feeling bewildered.

he thought.

"What lake fairy?"

"What barter?"

"What is the leaf of the phantom vine?

What? "

"And where did my dream come from?"

In a short sentence, four question marks appeared on Osis's head.

But before Ossis could answer, the reflection in the lake was more dazed than Ossis.

The girl in the lake seemed to approach suddenly, the face in the lake enlarged, and the other party seemed to be looking at Ossis very seriously.

"Eh?"

"It's not you?"

"It's obviously another race in the dream. It's covered in bone armor and feet. It looks different from you."

Judging from the appearance, this fairy in the lake is Herna who was looking for her first dream of bartering on the sea of ​​​​fantasy stars.

Osis knew what he was talking about as soon as he heard it: "You are talking about the oldest"

Herna, the fairy in the lake: "The oldest?"

"I remember that the other people seemed to be called... three-leaf people?"

But this is not the main problem, the problem is that the Osis in front of him is not in the dream.

"Your dreams are so strange."

"How can you have other people's dreams?"

Osis looked at the shadows in the lake, recalling the conversation just now, and he gradually understood certain situations.

Ossis thought to himself: "The fairy in the lake? Could it have something to do with the fairy in the forest?"

Although I don't know the difference between the fairy in the lake and the fairy in the forest, the other party is probably also a dream creature from the kingdom of creation.

Thinking of this, Ossis became more relaxed.

"The oldest person is the Sanye. As for what you see, it may be the former me."

Herna: "Once you were?"

Osis: "Because I've had so many lives."

"The messenger from the kingdom of creation."

Without refuting, Herna directly acquiesced to her identity: "Is there anyone who can live many times?"

Osis: "There are still some."

Herna asked curiously, "How long have you lived?"

"I'm almost a hundred years old," Osis told Herna.

Herna calculated: "I was born less than a hundred days ago."

In a way, Herna was still a baby.

Osis immediately burst out laughing, thinking that the fairy in the lake in front of him was very interesting, but when he smiled and laughed, he felt that there was nothing funny at all.

"pity."

"I've lived for a hundred years and still haven't accomplished anything worthy of praise."

"wrong!"

Osis remembered: "I have lived for countless years, and I have existed for countless years."

"But nothing happened."

Herna didn't understand: "Why do you have to do something?"

Osis replied: "Because I am alive!"

Herna still didn't understand why she had to do something when she was alive.

Osis didn't want to discuss this topic and asked Herna.

"You want my dream, can you ask what it is?"

Herna showed Osis a part of the picture in Osis's dream. When Ossis saw the three-leafed boy in the picture, the nightmare turned out to be reading and studying, and he couldn't help laughing.

Herna still looked at Osis with a puzzled expression, not knowing what was so funny.

Even more do not understand, in the picture he is obviously very annoying and afraid, but now he is so happy to see this scene.

Ossis: "It turns out that I have had such a dream. It seems that the me in the past is very similar to the me now!"

He patted the hilt of the sword beside him and made a light noise.

"Compared to reading, I still prefer to pick up a sword."

Herna: "Then are you willing to barter with me? I can give you one of my Dream Vine leaves."

Osis asked Herna, "What do the leaves of the dream vine do?"

Herna said: "Leaves of the Dream Vine."

"Using it as a medium, you can make a barter with me, and you can exchange various items."

"You can also put what you can exchange with me, and I will barter for you."

Ossis sat down directly, rubbing the beard on his chin with his hand.

Deliberately pretending to look like I have to think about it makes little Herna a little anxious.

When little Herna couldn't help but want to ask again, Osis suddenly said loudly.

"Then give it to you!"

Yierna: "Ah, you agree."

Herna is very happy, because she has collected a dream that suits her very well, and it is also an ancient dream bubble from hundreds of millions of years ago.

Herna used the power of dreams and space, and used the ability of another powerful fairy to loosen something across space.

One after another light flickered.

A silver leaf floated up from the water and appeared in front of Ossis.

Ossis gently picked up the silver leaf, squeezed it in his hand and asked, "So, what can I exchange for something?"

As for what can be exchanged, Herna gave Osis a look at the obligation column, and instantly made Osis straight.

Osis then asked, "What can I exchange myself for?"

Herna told Osis: "All your stuff."

Osis asked again: "So what is the most precious thing I have?"

This question was not supposed to be answered by the fairy in the lake, but little Herna obviously didn't quite understand how to deal with people.

Herna held out her hand.

The garland in his hand released light, as if he was investigating all the information related to Ossis.

This is the ability of a magic mirror similar to a fairy, but the authority is far less than that of a magic mirror.

Through the fantasy star sea, Herna got a response.

Herna opened her mouth, and this time the voice echoed directly in Ossis's mind, only he heard it, and only he knew it.

After Ossis saw it, he was stunned for a moment, and then showed an expression like this.

"That's it!"

"That's really precious."

Herna told Osis: "There's only one chance."

"Unless you can get another token of the fairy in the lake."

Ossis pinched his beard: "That's something to think about!"

at last.

Osis exchanged nothing.

"Then when you think about it, you can directly use the leaves of the Dream Vine."

Herna stretched out her hand and picked up an ancient dream.

Then, in the ripples and halos, it disappeared into the water.

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Red Clay City.

Pedestrians come and go on the towering city wall, there are many vendors walking on the city wall, and there are also many mercenaries, merchants, and craftsmen from afar.

Looking from a distance, you can see the big ships by the sea rushing towards the city.

Many years ago, the most powerful forces at sea used to be the Evirians.

But since the alchemists of the Red Earth Territory, the Chak Territory, and the United Sunrise Land formed a sea alliance and destroyed the Aivil Kingdom, the sea has gradually become a world under their control.

In a manor castle at the other end.

Vehicles come and go, transporting a large amount of materials here, it looks like a transit station with developed commerce and trade.

The servants are unloading the goods, and various items are very miscellaneous, including food, daily necessities, and medicines.

Finally, it was installed in another row of vehicles with special symbols printed on it, and the pack beasts were also well fed; some people were cleaning the bodies of pack beasts, and it seemed that the convoy would set off soon.

"faster."

"Has the item been delivered yet?"

"Everything must be ready today, Lord Manmon will use it today!"

"The merciful Lord Manmeng will go to the free clinic again today, and he will also send care to all the poor. What a merciful adult, you must remember to be grateful."

"It was Lord Manmon who gave you food and gave you work."

A snake man with a pale face was urging loudly, and at the same time, he shouted excitedly like a mad believer.

The owner of this manor castle is Ackermanmon.

Deep in the castle.

In an underground cavity leading to a slope, densely packed worms are piled up. Ackermanmon stood at the top of the sloping steps, looking at the terrifying hollowness and the constant wriggling bugs, and stretched out his hand.

He severed his hand with a sharp and delicate dagger.

"Drip dick!"

The filthy divine blood of wisdom poured out from Ackermanmon's body and kept dripping.

The pure blood of wisdom gods should be silver, but it can be seen that the blood flowing from Ackermanmon's body at this moment is turbid gray.

A few bugs devoured him

With Kemanmen's divine blood, the worms in the entire underground cavity went crazy in an instant, surging like a wave.

These worms are constantly vying for the divine blood of Ackerman, but these ordinary worms simply cannot integrate into and bear the divine blood of Ackerman. devoured each other again.

The densely packed insects were in the process of constantly swallowing and bursting like this.

The insects are gradually decreasing.

at last.

After a bug devoured all the other bugs, the body was completely blurred and turned into a transparent bright silver.

But it didn't exist for long and died completely.

The only difference.

That is, it did not explode into blood mist like the previous insects, but left a "corpse".

Ackerman, who was standing high, aimed at it, and a force directly inhaled it into his hand, watching it with his palm back.

"It's done."

Ackerman said lightly.

Ackermanmon is carrying out his first plan: the Apostles.

If he wants to become an apostle, he must first create a prop similar to the source of the curse to cover the power of the curse of the ghouls in his body.

And this item is also related to his next two plans.

After many attempts, Ackerman finally initially created this magical item according to his own ideas.

This is a prop made from a corpse of a worm curled up into a ball, as light as a cloud of non-existent fog, showing the color of silver.

There is also a circle of bright lines on its surface. If you look closely, you will find that the lines are faintly like a ritual array.

God Shape Ritual Array.

When Ackermanmon created this bug, he also incorporated the god-shaped ritual technique array that he had unexpectedly obtained.

Ackermanmon looked at the magical item he had created and thought about what name he should give it.

"Primordial Corpse Eater?"

"The worm of eternal life."

"Eternal Sleeping Demon Insect?"

"Soul Worm."

Ackerman went around in a circle and finally settled on a name.

"Silver bug."

On the one hand the name sounds deceptive and positive, which is what Ackermanmon needs.

On the other hand, gold and silver also have the meaning of gods and immortality in a certain concept in the myth of the snake man, which is in line with Ackerman's idea of ​​creating it.

Ackerman pressed the bug on his hand, it immediately merged into the back of his hand, swam on the surface of his skin, and finally turned into a curled up bug mark.

Ackerman watched it, and suddenly the bell in the castle rang.

"It's time to start."

Ackermanmon walked outside, and at this moment a large group of people were waiting for him in the square outside the castle.

"Owner!"

"It's ready for you.

Ackerman took the vehicle, and the entire team started to set off for the Red Clay City. In the slums of the city, people can be seen everywhere like corpses. Beggars are everywhere in the streets and alleys.

After seeing this motorcade, the poor people in the slums seemed to recognize it, and their eyes radiated light, and many people immediately followed,

"what!

"It's Mr. Mammon.

"Mr. Mammon."

"He's here again."

Ackermanmon goes by the pseudonym Manmon, and he is quite famous in the Red Clay City.

He was a rich young man, a well-known doctor, and a philanthropist with a heart of compassion in the city.

He travels to the poorest and poorest places in the city several times a month, helping those who cannot survive, and taking his subordinates to treat these poor people free of charge.

The vehicles at the door lined up, and the servants began to unload the goods, and began to set fire to prepare food.

Next to the foul-smelling seafood market, in a spacious room.

A large number of low-level civilians in the slum gathered together, and the crowd was crowded. Some people could not stand up and lie outside the door and look inside.

It didn't take long for each of them to be given food, shouting thanks to Mr. Mammon for his kindness as they ate.

"Mr. Manmoon is really a good man!"

"Thank you for giving us food."

"Thank you so much."

Ackermanmon also started.

He stood at the front and looked at everyone and said aloud.

"Everyone knows that I am a person from afar. I used to be a poor and destitute person. I used to be excluded from others and felt all kinds of pain."

"I changed my destiny because I learned medicine, so I'm here to help everyone now."

"Live."

"No matter how difficult it is, we must survive."

"If you live, there will be hope."

"I'll help you, help everyone, help everyone."

Cheers erupted from the crowd, and there was hope in Ackerman's eyes, as if he really saw the savior.

Of course, more people are echoing just for a few bites.

But the more he agrees, the more people around him believe.

They are also naturally affected.

Ackermanmon stood in the crowd, preaching his ideas over and over again.

at last.

Ackerman handed out food and some daily necessities to everyone. Then tell everyone who is suffering, tell them to live with hope and live well.

"Mr. Manmon." Someone took the food and cried out his name directly. Most of these poor people haven't read books, they can't read, and some people even speak in a twisted way, but this is grateful. Love is real.

"You must be the messenger sent by God to the world to save us." Someone prostrated and kowtowed to him.

"Thank you, thank you very much." A whole family took food from him, saying thanks over and over again.

Next, Ackermann did not leave.

Instead, help these poor people get free medical care.

Those who stayed in the room were all those seriously ill snake people, dying old people, or people who were disabled for various reasons and left behind various hidden dangers.

in the eyes of these people.

Ackermann saw the fear of death and the desire to live.

Perhaps some people have been completely overwhelmed by the pain and despair of life, and no longer have the slightest hope.

But that's not the problem.

As long as Ackerman is a word, an action.

They can ignite their longing like a flame, because in the bottom of everyone's heart, there is no one who is not afraid of death, and no one is not eager to live.

Ackerman used superb medical skills to help them relieve their pain.

"Thank you."

"Mr. Mammon."

"It's much more comfortable, Mr. Manmon, your medical skills are too good."

Ackermanmon: "Unfortunately, disease doesn't solve all problems."

"It won't last long when you're older. It's good to be able to relieve yourself." It's said that he's old, but in fact this snake man is in his forties. It's just that the bottom layer snake man can live to this extent. The age is already considered old age.

One of the patients said: "If there is any medicine, all the diseases will be cured at once."

Another said: "It would be nice to have a body that never gets sick."

Someone sighed: "It's the same when you get old."

Someone joked: "Then the medicine will give you a body that will never age or die."

Everyone burst into laughter: "Who do you think you are!"

Ackermanmon seemed to inadvertently said: "The power of God, God can really help all people to relieve pain, and can give people true eternal life."

Someone asked: "Which **** does Mr. Mammon believe in?"

In recent years, Suinhol's various beliefs have also increased.

Although Suinhol is considered to be the place of worship for the Crimson Goddess, some people secretly believe in other gods, which is unstoppable.

For example, the **** of moonlight in the moonlight collar, the giant **** of volcanoes in the east, and some people from the north will also believe in gods such as the mother of all snakes, the **** of truth and knowledge, the **** of the earth, and the **** of the sky.

This kind of thing is not uncommon.

Ackermanmon replied, "I believe in the silver god."

The patients asked curiously, "Is there such a god?"

Ackerman said as a matter of course: "This is the **** of the belief in the land of ten thousand snakes. Those who believe in the **** of silver and white will gain eternal life."

"His followers receive blessings and gifts."

"The death of those who believe in the Silver God is not the end, but the entry into the next cycle."

"They will go to true immortality in the midst of death."