The Dean Has Arrived Chapter 593: Piracy is the talent of the traverser…
"Natural believers, that's how it is..." Xiwei was a little startled.
It's no wonder that the little guy was able to explode such a strong breath of life last time-I am afraid that as a natural believer, Natasha's rank is not low, if it is placed in the Holy See, at least the bishop's rank.
In fact, Xiwei's idea of building a temple is very simple.
Before he received a mission to revive the white elves. One of the requirements was to create an exclusive magic system for this isolated race.
If you really want to start with the basic theory of magic, it is estimated that even if you invest all of it in a year, at most a rudiment will be formed.
This is not the situation Xiwei wants to see.
Otherwise, the end of the world just before his eyes has filled him with a sense of crisis, and it is obviously not the time to develop new magic leisurely.
So he decided to take a trick.
The architectural drawings of the temple come from the achievement store, but there is no real Moon God image inside—in fact, what the outside forest elves worship is not the Moon God, but the Moon of Serenity.
Enshrined in the temple, it is naturally the crystalline fragment of the godhead.
Although it is only a fragment, this thing is also a god. The function of collecting beliefs and transforming gods is still available. As long as this function is improved through some transformations, a pseudo-god without any consciousness and just a prop is born. NS.
The next thing is simple.
After the Qi Yao Mage Association took away most of the people with magical qualifications, the Pure White Church still had only one support. That is, the study of ‘divine arts’ has little to do with magical aptitude. As long as the faith is firm, even people with no aptitude can be blessed to a certain extent.
And Xiwei intends to go this way. If it is too difficult to create magic, then just use the pure white church's magic system as a blueprint and create another set of magic arts?
The crystalline fragments of the gods that are the objects of faith will only be in this refuge. All faiths have the white elves family, and other races can't reach it, so that the conditions of ‘as the exclusive magic of the white elves’ family can also be met.
If this idea is really successful, it will undoubtedly solve the most difficult part of that task.
The other Xiwei made a special trip to the Necessary Evil Church. Learn the brainwashing over there...cough. I'm talking about missionary techniques to increase the sense of belonging of these white elves to this Luna Church (tentative name).
As for why she didn't learn the methods of the pure white church from Elilia and the others, instead of seeking a distance to find Horna, it was purely because Sivi had a considerable degree of guard against the scheming pope.
He can trust Saint Eliria and Saint Silver Sword Ji Fu Lei. But I can't believe that in order to gather the authority of the church. Even the old guy who can use the saint as a bargaining chip-God knows if he will find something in the clues.
Occasionally, Xiwei feels that she is really worried. After all, the distance between the Refuge and the Eastern Plains is not even a star and a half. Even if the pope could discover anything, he would definitely not be able to find it here.
I just don't know why Xiwei always has deep fear of the Pope, who is between his strength and his strength, but who is completely invisible.
Forget it. It's better to be cautious.
After finding a reason for herself in her heart, Sivi took Natasha, who was joking, staring at the white elf Jessica's gaze, and went to the temple building to help the little dwarfs (tian) Busy (luan).
——Timothyen Dark Alliance. Westland Cliff——
"You are here again, Asacher, have you thought about it this time?"
In the dark room, the grim and harsh voice sounded again, causing Asachel, who had just entered the room and wore a black cloak, to frown his brows slightly.
The black body in the flask looked fatter than the last time, and it even filled the bottom of the flask.
And at this time, the black body was covered with creepy mouths, they opened and closed meaninglessly, and they shed purple saliva.
Through observation, Asacher knew that after a certain amount of accumulation, those purple saliva would be absorbed by the body, making it continue to grow in size.
Before the adult came back, no one in the castle could stop this trend.
"It seems you are still hesitating...what are you afraid of..."
Azazel's silence made the voice more sharp: "Do you know what your master is doing in the abyss this time?"
"This is not what a prisoner like you should ask!"
Asacher's eyes sharpened all of a sudden, and the body under the cloak quickly swelled like a blow, from a small man less than six feet into a burly man taller than nine feet.
Although the burly body is still hidden under the cloak, without revealing the slightest, if there are ordinary people present, it may be immediately affected by his violent aura, turning into a lunatic or directly scared to death.
"Re-hold Styx in the name of the queen of the black iron coffin... capture Hugh Bo Thoreau... gather the demon forces remaining in the abyss..."
Every time the black mud monster uttered a word, the eyebrows under Asshar's hood would tremble.
The purpose of the vampire princess going to the abyss is exactly what it said.
"These are just her lies..."
Then the monster's words surprised Asachel: "What did you say!"
"Tell you a good thing... the destruction of the world is in sight... she is also afraid... fear of the coming destruction..."
"Shut up! What do you know about that adult!"
Azazel yelled. If this room hadn't had good sound insulation, I'm afraid the demon guards of the castle would have swarmed.
"If you dare to insult that lord again, I will kill you! Even the monsters that have survived in the myth age today are definitely not my opponent in this state!"
"You believed what I said...that's why you are so anxious and so restless...but you are too weak...can't change the direction of your destiny...do you want to become stronger...at least strong enough to share her anxiety... …"
After the threat of Asacher's inner stubble~IndoMTL.com~, the black mud-like creatures became more active.
"Come on...eat a part of my body...and then you will have power you can't imagine..."
"Shut up, shut up and shut up!"
Asathel roared furiously.
He found himself tempted in an instant.
"I will never confuse you or let you act arbitrarily! Honestly, if I find anything unusual about you, even if I fight for my life, I will kill you first!"
After speaking, he slammed the door and left.
"Hehehe... Once the seeds of **** take root in the soul... they will begin to grow vigorously..."
"Azacher...The ** in your heart has long become a towering tree... the next time you come..."
"It's the time to harvest the fruits..." (To be continued...)