I'm a mage, what's wrong with loving farming?

Chapter 345 345. You Will Swallow the Bitter Fruit
Anyone with some knowledge could recognize that the male voice asking questions to the light was obviously the former Pope, Saint Nisolius.

It is a rare and new thing for believers to ask questions to God.

In the eyes of believers, God is almost omnipotent. Just asking "Have you been deceived?" is equivalent to questioning God. In more serious cases, it is simply heresy!
In that kingdom that was waving endless feather-like holy light, one could vaguely see some ferocious beasts and demons lined up in front of the temple of the Father of Light.

What the hell is that?

All the forces that could observe the Kingdom of God were surprised, and the people of the Orpheus family felt their minds exploded when they saw their ancestors standing inside those things.

However, most people still couldn't recognize who they were. They could only see the familiar Holy Spirits of the Church surrounded by beasts and demons.

Each of them wore their most gorgeous and solemn clothes, which were also armor and robes blessed by the messenger of light and possessed divine power.

After all, Croa didn't believe that they could make the light surrender.

As holy spirits of light, once they entered the Kingdom of God, they became a part of it. As long as the Lord of the Kingdom of God had the slightest thought, they would become nourishment for the Kingdom of God.

This is fundamentally different from the Valhalla and Eden created by Croa. The Valhalla he created has a protective layer on the outside to isolate the souls that enter, so that each soul can maintain its own self.

The Father of Light simply assimilated and relied on his own strength to maintain the existence of the Holy Spirits.

So now the only thing they can do, the only thing they can pray for, is that the Father of Light can become a little more sober after losing countless believers and petitioners who have affected his mind.

That's all.

So, how did the gods respond to the believers’ questions?

After a brief pause, the holy light actually ignored their questions and instead obscured their figures with even more magnificent sacred music and angels flying and flapping their wings.

Countless angels flew out from the holy kingdom and headed towards the main plane.

Kloya was the first to see this scene, and he immediately curled his lips in disdain. He knew that nothing good would happen, but he didn't expect others to just ignore it.

“God is so confident indeed.”

"Not even an answer."

He also lost his patience. To be honest, he had hoped that if Guangming could turn back from his wrong path, he might be willing to have a face-to-face conversation with him.

But if that's the case, then there's no need for him to hide it.

Everything that can be prepared and has been prepared has been completed.

He looked at the holy spirits with sharp eyes, watching them step into the sacred temple one by one and gradually disappear in the torrent of light - even now they still wanted to awaken the "conscience" of light.

He couldn't comment on the behavior of these holy spirits. All he could do was watch them leave. At least while they were still alive, Cloya didn't want to make them feel uncomfortable.

Croix's companions wanted to stop him.

After all, during this period of time they did establish some friendships with these holy spirits, learned some things from them, and also felt the personal charm of these holy spirits who left a strong mark in the history of the Holy See.

Even in hostile relationships, they will respect these holy spirits.

Estner tried to stop the saint: "Your God has lost his humanity. You will only die if you go in like this!"

Oak also comforted Ms. Holy Dragon: "I have heard of your reputation. As long as you are willing to leave, I will ask Cloya for help. He will definitely agree to let you leave this world!"

Kemoye, Theodore and others also tried to stop them, but the Holy Spirits just had miserable smiles on their faces and walked into the stone palace one by one, which was brighter than crystal.

Don't they know what they're facing?

As the Holy Spirit, the Father of Light, they knew very well what they would face after entering, but knowing is one thing and doing it is another.

About half an hour later, all the holy spirits disappeared in the hall, and more and more feather holy light fell from the sky. The pure holy light seemed to turn the whole world into a bright and shining world.

The Father of Light still did not answer.

"let's start."

It was at this time that Kroa picked up his harp. He slowly walked to the front of the Sun Demon and the Zerg Army, staring straight at the temple and the figure walking out of it.

It was an angel in a gorgeous dress.

Angel of the harp.

With anticipation and joy in his eyes, he whispered, "We meet again, Singer of the Sun."

The angel sat down gracefully, turning the harp into a large seat. Her luxurious dress spread out around her like petals, and she stared at Cloya with burning eyes: "I don't want to stop you, but I have to stop you."

"The earth gave you the music to tune you...Aren't you curious about what kind of music He, the One who is light, has?"

Kloya also smiled: "I am very curious, so I came to ask you for advice. Don't worry, I will give you a position in the future."

The Angel of the Harp said nothing more. He placed his fingers on the harp and began to play slowly. The light of morning dew and evening glow gathered around Him.

It seemed to be the same as what he had seen last time at the Yavana Holy Mine, but what he played this time was a deep, dusk movement that should not exist in a vibrant world...

The despairing and deadly dusk gradually permeated everything around. The sound of the harp became low and hoarse, seeming weird and grotesque.

The bright and shining world and the scattered feathers were instantly shrouded in the ominous color of dusk. All living things looked up at that country nervously, as if something was about to happen.

"Oh." Croa understood: "The dusk of the destruction of the world, right? If you can complete it and make the light descend successfully, there should also be the dawn of salvation, right?"

He looked at the deep dusk, and was sure that this was also a movement of "Poem of Origin", and it might account for a very important proportion. Although it could not reach the level of his "Poem of Rainbow", the one about the earth could definitely crush it.

Hope and despair, dusk and dawn.

This kind of power is a very essential power, and it cannot even be described simply by some powerful and great divine power. Its existence itself is the rule of the world.

So when it sounded, even the gods and legends watching here were shocked - for the first time, a conflicted look appeared on Eurydice's face.

This thing...he can't handle it.

"How can the Father of Light have such music?" Eurydice was puzzled: "I have never heard of such power in the previous generations of light."

He turned his head and looked at Aeotes, "Do you know?"

The Titan puppet also shook his head: "I have indeed never seen Him and I don't know He has this ability. If we were faced with this ability, we would have to bear it head-on."

This is indeed frustrating, but it is the fact, the status is there, even a legendary wizard has to abide by the rules.

"Then we can only rely on what Croa is capable of." Eurydice shrugged her shoulders and looked through the power of the star curtain at Croa who was playing the harp slowly.

If his guess was correct, the power of dusk was the ultimate killer move of light, forcibly dragging the world into the prelude to "destruction", and then restoring it through another kind of salvation power, allowing the world itself to recognize His "salvation".

I didn't expect Him to release His killing move like this. It seems that even when He faced those demons and insect swarms, He was under a lot of pressure. …

Chloe, who was facing the Angel of Lyre, felt it most clearly.

Although he was wearing Apollo's divine armor, it was ultimately the path of a god, and was somewhat different from the power he had always used.

So after a brief hesitation, he took back some of his symphony power, which quickly filled his body and directly rose to level eleven.

If there were any more, he would be unable to stop himself from entering the realm of God.

Having thus regained some strength, he began to play his symphony, and a river of music made up of countless colors rose from every corner of the North, fearlessly heading towards the dusk.

They contain the music of all things that Kloya has accumulated over the past decade of hard work in the North. There are humans, monsters, magic plants, and even the land and the ocean...

The golden light quickly spread at an unstoppable speed, starting from the north and gradually moving towards all the areas that had been swept by William's army, where sunflowers had been planted, and where Cloya had touched.

Just when the Angel of the Piano thought that this was the "gift" prepared by Croix, the latter smiled slightly.

"I used such a gift in the beginning. Now I want to give you, to the god sitting on the top of the cloud... it is another gift."

His fingers paused for two seconds, then pressed the strings of the gopher harp again, and a trace of blood seeped out of his white fingers.

"That's the bitter fruit you've caused."

As the golden light permeates the earth, the souls of those who died in war and all the disasters brought to light and earth are also awakened.

They may have lost their complete consciousness, and all that remains in their hearts is resentment towards light and the earth. These are the root causes of the darkness of the Styx.

Deep-rooted hatred.

"This kind of power actually still remains in the main plane?"

"Didn't the Styx carry them away?"

"It's really daunting..."

No matter if they were legends or gods, there was obvious fear on their faces. This thing was an indestructible substance and anyone who came into contact with it would be in trouble.

They didn't understand why Kloya's golden music could control these powers. How could the resentment, which had obviously lost its wisdom and consciousness, allow itself to be controlled?

They certainly didn't know what Croa had promised, and it was impossible for anyone to believe that someone would use the Kingdom of God to carry such resentment.

The only thing that comforted them was that these dark forces did not dissipate, but were guided by the golden music. Countless shadowy figures seemed to walk onto a golden bridge and headed directly towards the Kingdom of the Father of Light.

At this moment, there was only one thought in the dark shadow's mind.

"revenge!"

The dark figures met the flapping angels one after another, and in the blink of an eye they assimilated them, turning dark, and then adapted to their new bodies and flew towards the kingdom of God.

"..."

The sound of the Angel of the Zither paused for a moment.

He had already felt that at the moment of dusk and the music of destruction, these completely unconscious collections of hatred aroused unspeakable power.

Yes, their world has been destroyed, what is there to be nostalgic about?

The only option left is "revenge on God".

But the power of the symphony was able to embrace them. It was a deep-rooted hatred, the most horrific filth accumulated by the entire human kingdom after the locust plague, war and death.

He looked at Cloya deeply, but only saw indifference on his handsome face, without any pain revealed at all.

Logically speaking, He should transform His power at this moment, from the dusk of destruction to the dawn of salvation, and then use the power of the Kingdom of God to satisfy these resentments, even if there are heavy losses, He will not suffer too much.

But...He was forced to come.

The status of the Father of Light is not enough to make Him a dog, but He is restrained here by divine power to help the foolish light play the music.

So He still played the music of dusk, even a little harder - the color of dusk became darker, carrying with it a low mist that destroyed the world.

Soon, the only thing visible in the entire world was the golden bridge made up of the symphony and the figures who kept launching self-destructive attacks on the Kingdom of God.

Croa noticed His movements keenly.

But he didn't say anything. He endured the pain surging in his head and immersed himself in his own music. The black figure who controlled the symphony and resentment broke through the barrier of the kingdom of God.

"teacher!"

At this moment, Mia, who had been hiding not far behind Kloya, sighed softly. Her body was covered by a thin layer of moon gauze and turned into a platinum ring, which fell silently behind Kloya's head.

His voice rang in Cloya's ears:

"I placed a forbidden spell on these gods when I crashed."

"They will never be able to leave their kingdom."

“It’s a constraint and also a protection.”

"Now... it can finally be solved."

Along with the whispering sound of the Ring of Glory, an almost imperceptible layer of platinum-colored magic patterns covering the interior of the Kingdom of the Father of Light gradually disappeared.

Especially the magic patterns surrounding the sacred stone temple.

An ecstatic consciousness emanated from the stone hall. After thousands of years, he was finally able to break free from the forbidden spell of the Ring of Glory!

But before he could figure out the specific situation, the golden symphony suddenly broke through the stone gate and wrapped all the resentment in his body.

Finally, an apple with a golden shell and black resentment was formed, and the symphony was entangled with it like a tentacle.

He simply forced the apple into the mouth of the Father of Light who had just woken up.

"Enjoy it, this is the elegy I play for you."

"The bitter fruit of God's brewing!"

Croa's voice, along with the Father of Light's slightly horrified lament, spread throughout the entire continent of Semrio. All living things could see that a high and mighty god was forcibly... fed an apple.

(End of this chapter)