Protect the fire city.

royal palace.

The study room was brightly lit all night. Recently, His Majesty Osis would receive a large number of Suinhor bureaucrats and nobles every day, and his palace minister would naturally accompany 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 symbiotic person with three leaves.

So it looks much older.

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

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

"The harvest reported this year far exceeds previous years."

"It is expected that if there are no accidents next year, it will be a big harvest year. The food problem has been solved. There should be no large-scale famine, homelessness and rebellion next year."

"The pressure on the country is also much less, and the financial aspect can also be relieved."

"His Majesty."

"In the next year or two, can we consider relaxing the various prohibitions including the prohibition on alcohol?"

"To express gratitude to the gods."

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

The palace minister went on to say: "From Ten Thousand Snake King's Court, weaving silk worms have also begun to be cultivated. The silk woven by silk worms is somewhat similar to the legendary god's weave. The White Tower Alchemy Alliance has already started , our side must also catch up."

"Also, we must introduce some alchemists to Suinhor to build 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 am going to the Land of Sunrise to see if it is as powerful as the rumors say."

Silk weavers are a kind of insects that degenerate from silk weaving spirits, and silk weaving spirits were originally the core secret art products used by the Wuling lineage to weave divine magic scrolls. It is said that the apostle Su Kebu accidentally A bug found.

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

The silkworms are much weaker. They don't eat sand, and they can't eat ordinary plants. They feed on the leaves of a special tree born in the 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 are so light that they seem to have no weight. If they are left untreated or left without wearing them, they are so soft that they can float directly to the clouds.

Although it is not a transcendent material in the conventional sense, it also has unique characteristics.

This made it instantly popular in the Ten Thousand Snake King's Court, and other countries were also affected.

As for the alchemy tower.

Naturally, it is a brand-new thing created by Apostle Oran combined with the esoteric teachings of the Tower Spirit School, and an extraordinary profession called Tower Keeper was born with it.

One policy after another was implemented.

It seemed that Suinhall's condition was indeed getting better, but this was not the ultimate goal of Osis.

Oasis: "After getting 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 fully completed."

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

The palace minister knew what Osis was talking about: "The provincial system?"

Osis nodded.

Palace Prime Minister: "Still using consul elections?"

"Is it to emulate the land of the rising sun, or the Court of the Ten Thousand Snakes?"

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

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

"I don't like the name Consul either, I decided to name him the Governor."

Palace Prime Minister: "The nobles in the south will definitely resist in private. They may not dare to confront us directly, but they are deeply rooted and have ruled the south for nearly a thousand years."

"As long as we intervene, all kinds of chaos will erupt 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."

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

Palace Prime Minister: "What's more troublesome is that we have no valid reason."

"The origins of these families can be traced back to the era of Arsini and the Firekeepers, and they have great influence. The common people in the south have long been accustomed to their rule."

"It is impossible for us to kill all their supporters, and once we become passive, it will be very difficult. Some things cannot be completely resolved by force."

Osis picked up an intelligence letter and put it in front of the palace minister: "It just so happens that there is a legitimate reason."

The palace minister was stunned for a moment, opened it and immediately said: "The traces of ghouls appeared in the red soil collar and Chuck collar in the south?"

"is this real?"

Osis leaned back on the chair: "This time it's true, I don't need to fake 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 those dreamers in the South have become part of these villains."

"Joined the Evil Corpse Cult."

The palace minister immediately became serious: "These guys from the south, they have already touched the bottom line."

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

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

"It is inexcusable."

Osis felt that many messy things were gradually torn apart, and his heart was clear.

"That's right."

"It's time to fix it."

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

"after."

"It is estimated that no one can do it."

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

But he understands better.

If there is no Osis, Suinhor may be torn apart in time.

So the palace minister was worried for a moment: "But... the next generation of the king of gods."

Osis has no descendants, and according to rumors, there will probably be no next generation of the king of gods.

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

Osis took a deep look at the palace minister, which made the palace minister a little nervous.

Osis laughed

"Do not worry!"

"I've already thought about it.

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

He thought in his heart that Osis had been re-approved by the Scarlet Goddess, and had arranged for a brand-new **** species to reincarnate.

As long as a new kind of **** descends on the royal family, as long as a new king of gods is born, even if it is just a baby, no one will dare to move.

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In winter.

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

After sweating profusely from the practice, he came to the artificially dug lake on one side, put down the sword heroically, and rubbed his face with the cold water.

The ice water wiped away the hot sweat on his face, and Osis couldn't help letting out a long breath.

"ha!"

He tossed 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.

She has long silver hair and golden eyes.

Osisi was stunned for a moment, but after all, he is a king who has seen all kinds of situations for a long time, so he immediately asked calmly.

"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.

Osis and the woman seemed to be looking at each other through a mirror.

The woman in the lake told him.

"I am the fairy of the lake, I want to barter with you, and exchange your dream with you with the leaves of the fantasy vine."

"Do you want to?"

Osis is still in a daze, feeling confused.

he thought.

"What lake fairy?"

"What barter?"

"What is the leaf of the fantasy vine?

what? "

"And where did I get the dream from?"

In just one sentence, four question marks appeared on Osis's head.

But before Osis could reply, the reflection in the lake was even more confused than Osis.

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

"Eh?"

"It's not you?"

"In the dream, it's clearly another race. They are covered in elder bone armor and have feet. They don't look the same as you."

From the looks of it, this fairy in the lake is exactly Heerna who was looking for her first barter dream on the fantasy star sea.

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

Helna, the nymph of the lake: "The oldest?"

"I remember that other people seem to be called... Sanye people?"

But this is not the main problem. The problem is that the one in the dream is not the Osis in front of me.

"Your dream is very strange."

"How can you have someone else's dream?"

Osis looked at the shadow in the lake, recalling the conversation just now, he gradually figured out some situations.

Osis thought to himself: "The fairy of the lake? Does it have anything to do with the fairy of 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 a dream creature from the kingdom of creation.

Thinking of this, Osis became more relaxed.

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

Helna: "Was you?"

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

"An envoy from the Kingdom of the Creator God."

Hellna did not argue, and directly acquiesced in her identity: "Is there anyone else who can live many times?"

Osis: "There are still."

Helna asked curiously, "Then how long have you lived?"

Osis told Helna: "I'm almost a hundred years old."

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

In a way, Helna was still a baby.

Osis immediately laughed out loud, thinking that the lake fairy in front of him was quite interesting, but when he smiled, he felt that there was nothing ridiculous about it.

"pity."

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

"wrong!"

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

"But nothing happened."

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

Osis replied, "Because I live!"

Heerna still didn't understand why she had to accomplish something if she was alive.

Osis didn't want to discuss this topic, so he asked Helna.

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

Heerna showed Osis part of the dream in Osis, and Osis couldn't help laughing when he saw the young boy with three leaves in the picture, and the nightmare turned out to be when he was studying and studying.

Helna still looked at Osis with a puzzled expression, not understanding what was so funny about it.

What's more, he clearly hates and is afraid in the picture, but now he is so happy to see this scene.

Osis: "It turns out that I had such a dream. It seems that I used to be very similar to me now!"

He patted the hilt of the sword beside him and made a soft sound.

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

Helna: "Then are you willing to barter with me? I can give you a leaf of my fantasy vine."

Osis asked Herna: "What is the function of the leaves of the dream vine?"

Helna said: "The leaves of the fantasy vine."

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

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

Osis sat down cross-legged, rubbing the beard on his chin with his hand.

Deliberately pretending to look like I have to think about it made little Hellna a little anxious.

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

"Then give it to you!"

Erna: "Ah, you agree."

Helena was very happy because she had collected a dream that was very suitable for her, and it was also an ancient dream bubble from hundreds of millions of years ago.

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

Rays of light flickered.

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

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

As for what can be exchanged, Hellna gave Osis a look at the obligation column, and Osis immediately stared.

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

Helna tells Orsis: "All your stuff."

Osis asked again: "Then 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 know how to deal with people.

Helna held out her hand.

The wreath on his hand released light, as if he was investigating all the information related to Orsis.

This is an ability similar to the goblin's magic mirror, but the authority is far less than that of the magic mirror.

Through the fantasy star sea, Heerna got a response.

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

After Osis saw it, he was stunned for a moment, and then showed an expression that was indeed the same.

"So it's this one!"

"That's really precious."

Helna told Orsis: "There's only one chance."

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

Osis 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 fantasy vine."

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

Then, amidst the ripples and halos, it disappeared on the surface of the water.

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Red Earth City.

Pedestrians came and went on the towering city wall, there were many vendors walking on the city wall, and there were also many mercenaries, merchants, and craftsmen from afar.

Looking from a distance, you can see the big ships on the seashore rushing towards the city.

Many years ago, the most powerful forces on the seas were the Evelians.

But ever since the Red Earth Territory, the Chuck Territory, and the alchemists of the United Sunrise Land formed a sea alliance and wiped out the Evil Kingdom, the sea has gradually become a world under their control.

In a manor castle on the other side.

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

The servants were unloading, and there were various items, including food, daily necessities, and medicines.

In the end, it was loaded into another row of vehicles with special symbols printed on it, and the pack animals were well fed; some people were cleaning the bodies of the pack animals, and it seemed that the convoy would leave soon.

"faster."

"Is the item delivered yet?"

"Everything must be prepared today, Master Man Meng will use it today!"

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

"Master Man Meng gave you food and jobs."

A snake man with a pale face was urging loudly, while shouting excitedly like a fanatic.

The owner of this manor castle is Akmanmon.

deep in the castle.

In an underground cavity led by a slope, there are dense piles of worms. Akmanmon stood at the top of the **** stairs, looked at the terrifying void and the wriggling worms, and stretched out his hand.

He cut open his own hand with a sharp, delicate dagger.

"Didi di da da!"

The filthy divine blood of wisdom gushed out of Akmanmon's body and kept dripping.

The pure divine blood of wisdom should be silver in color, but it can be seen that the blood flowing out of Akmanmon's body at this moment has a muddy gray color.

A few bugs devoured it

Kemanmeng's divine blood, the worms in the entire underground cavity instantly went crazy, surging like a wave.

These bugs are constantly vying for Akmanmon's divine blood, but these ordinary bugs can't integrate and bear Akmanmon's divine blood at all, and one after another explodes and dies, turning into blood mist, and then pushing Devouring each other again.

The originally densely packed worms are in the process of constantly devouring and bursting.

The bugs gradually decreased.

at last.

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

But it didn't last long before it died completely.

The only difference.

That is, it did not explode into a blood mist like those bugs before, but left behind a "corpse".

Akmanmon, who was standing on a high place, aimed at it, and a force directly sucked it into his hand, and turned his palm to watch.

"It's done."

Ackermann said lightly.

Akmanmon is executing his first plan: the apostle.

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 corpse-eating curse in his body.

And this prop is also related to his other two plans.

After many attempts, Akmanmon finally created this magical prop according to his own ideas.

This is a prop turned from a worm corpse 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 this line faintly looks like a ritual array.

Ritual array in the form of gods.

When Akmanmon made this worm, he also incorporated the god-shaped ritual array that he had accidentally obtained into it.

Akmanmon looked at the magical prop he created, thinking about what name he should give it.

"The original corpse worm?"

"Eternal Worm."

"Eternal Sleeping Demon Insect?"

"Insect of soul."

Ackerman went in circles and finally settled on a name.

"Silver Worm."

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

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

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

Ackerman took a look at it, and suddenly the bell in the castle rang.

"It's time to start."

Ackermann 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 boarded the vehicle, and the entire convoy set off to Hongtu City. In the slums of the city, people like walking dead can be seen everywhere, and beggars are everywhere in the streets and alleys.

After seeing this convoy, the poor people in the slums seemed to recognize it, and their eyes shone brightly, and many people followed immediately.

"ah!

"It's Mr Manmon.

"Mr. Manmon."

"Here he is again."

Akemanmeng's alias is Manmeng, and he is well-known in Hongtu City.

He is a young rich man, a well-known doctor, and a philanthropist with a compassionate heart in the city.

He would come to the poorest and most difficult places in the city several times a month to help those who could not survive, and bring his subordinates to treat these poor people for free.

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

In a spacious room next to the stinking seafood market.

A large number of low-level civilians in the slums gathered together, crowded, and some people couldn't stand up, so they lay on their stomachs outside the door and looked inside.

Not long after, each of them was given food, and while eating, they loudly thanked Mr. Manmon for his kindness.

"Mr. Man Meng is really a good man!"

"Thank you for giving us food."

"Thank you so much."

Ackermanmon also started.

He stood at the front, looked at everyone and said loudly.

"Everyone knows that I am a person from afar. I used to be a poor and desolate person. I was squeezed out by others and felt all kinds of pain."

"I changed my destiny because I learned medical skills, so now I am here to help everyone."

"Live."

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

"As long as you live, there must be hope."

"I'm going to help you, everyone, everyone."

Cheers erupted from the crowd, and hope bloomed in the eyes of Akmanmon, as if he had really seen the savior.

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

But the more I agree, the more people I believe in.

They are also naturally affected.

Akmanmon stood among the crowd, preaching his ideas over and over again.

at last.

Akerman handed out food and some daily necessities to everyone. Then tell everyone who is suffering, tell them to live a good life with hope.

"Mr. Manmeng." Someone took the food, and cried out his name directly. Most of these low-level poor people have never read books, can't read, and some even say things upside down, but this gratitude Love is really true.

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

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

Next, Ackerman did not leave.

Instead, help these poor people see a doctor for free.

Those who remained in the room were those seriously ill snake people, dying old people, or people who suffered from disabilities for various reasons and left various hidden dangers.

In the eyes of these people.

Ackerman 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 a problem.

As long as Ackerman has one word, one action.

It can ignite their desire like a flame, because deep in 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.

"Thanks you."

"Mr. Manmon."

"Much more comfortable, Mr. Manmeng, your medical skills are amazing."

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

"I'm getting old, I can't last long, it's good to be relieved." It's said that he is old, but in fact, this snake person is only in his forties, but the bottom snake people who can live to this age are considered old up.

Some of the patients said: "If there is any medicine, it would be great to cure all diseases at once."

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

Someone lamented: "It's the same when you're old."

Someone joked: "Then you can have a body that will never age or die."

Everyone roared with laughter: "Who do you think you are!"

Akmanmon seemed to say inadvertently: "The power of God, God can really help all people relieve pain, and can give people real eternal life."

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

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

Although Suinhall is considered to be the place of belief of the Scarlet Goddess~lightnovelpub.net~, some people secretly believe in other gods, which cannot be stopped.

For example, the moon **** in the moonlight collar, the volcano giant **** in the east, and some people from the north also believe in the mother of snakes, the **** of truth and knowledge, the **** of the earth, the sky giant **** and other gods.

This kind of thing is not uncommon.

Akmanmon replied: "I believe in the **** of silver."

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

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

"His followers can obtain blessings and gifts."

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

"They will go to true eternal life in death."

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