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

Chapter 346 346. Please pray to Eden!

For a god, swallowing the apple made of symphony and resentment is like swallowing a warhead with horrible radiation, and a warhead that explodes instantly.

Croix could see that the human figure made of light was shaking violently, and the holy light on its surface was shining with golden and dark spots, just like a silkworm chrysalis.

"It's really ugly."

"If I expose your ugly side now, can you still exist as the most powerful god of faith in the human world?"

He made no effort to hide his disgust. This thing really looked too ugly and seriously challenged his aesthetic standards.

The other party reacted quickly.

Without the seal of the Ring of Glory, His wisdom was recovering rapidly, and the countless holy lights were staring at Kloya like countless eyeballs.

He sensed that in Croa he had what he needed.

That true poem belongs to the sun.

So much so that He neglected that He was being destroyed by the symphony and resentment, and all that was left in His eyes was the shining sun.

"Mage..."

The Father of Light tried to speak in a gentle and tolerant tone: "Everything you want, everything you ask for, I can give it to you, as long as you are willing to join my glory."

His words were like those of a naughty child. He didn't care what the child did, but was full of tolerance and love. However, Cloya felt disgusted when he heard them.

It would be fine if he really was a selfless and all-embracing god, but this guy is obviously a hypocrite who just wants to get what he wants.

What’s more important is that this guy still doesn’t know himself. He’s already trying his best to barely suppress the power of symphony and resentment. And you still want to tolerate him?
"Who are you to tolerate me?"

He sneered: "I have a second gift for you, you should solve the problem with these things first!"

The Father of Light's mental strength stagnated, and he might not have felt very good for a moment.

After carefully studying the teachings of the Holy See of Light, he discovered that the Holy See of Light had a very special way of making money, which was something called "indulgences".

This thing has psychological comfort, emotional value and "economic value", and more importantly, it makes believers feel that their sins have been redeemed. After all, in the eyes of believers, a little bit of wrongdoing is not a problem at all for the Father of Light.

He Himself is all-embracing, even sin.

Of course, this originally belongs to the authority of God.

But after researching, Croa discovered that the atonement rolls might not point to "desires" that the gods could resolve. They simply hoarded this power and suppressed it.

The "sins" that need to be atonement are often caused by desire, at least most of them are like this - only nobles and high-ranking church officials can afford so many indulgences.

The believers' appeal to the gods contains a vast amount of desires. If there were no such thing as indulgences, this connection would not be so close, but with indulgences, it is equivalent to having a direct connection.

It is equivalent to an "equivalent exchange".

——That is, believers use money to let gods satisfy their desires.

So, all Croa had to do was touch the strings gently.

Accompanied by a crisp tremolo.

"Ding!"

A circle of orange vines suddenly appeared beside the glorious god, rising high like snakes, spitting out their tongues and staring straight at him.

That is... a concerto of greed!
It was a hidden chapter that the ancient sun god added to "Poem of the Rainbow" after he created the Sun Furnace and the demon race for his son.

There is nothing greater than the greed and desire around a person who believes in God. The orange snake grew and expanded at an almost incredible speed, and its huge body wrapped around the Father of Light, as if it wanted to swallow him up.

"demon!"

"how dare you!"

The Father of Light can unleash endless power at will. In His kingdom, He is the supreme being with infinite power, but every attack of His will be swallowed by the orange snake.

The serpent will become even more powerful after it devours Him.

It was like... He was feeding the snake.

It was not until this time that He finally realized that He seemed to be facing an unsolvable dilemma, which would be very troublesome if not solved quickly.

So He drove away the snakes from the outside world and the symphony and resentment within His body, while He gave orders to the Angel of the Harp.

"continue!"

"Keep playing the music!"

As the god of this world, He has long been highly bound to the world. As long as the world itself is willing to accept Him, then nothing will be a problem.

Only He knows how to play the dawn after dusk.

As long as the world does not want to fall into eternal twilight, it will definitely protect Him!
The face of the Angel of the Lyre became worse and worse, but he had to obey the order of the Father of Light. The blood belonging to "God" had begun to flow from his fingers, and it fell towards the main plane along with the music of dusk.

Even...it's not just the human kingdom, the light of dusk has begun to appear in other areas as well.

"!!!"

The gods, who were originally just watching the show, finally couldn't stand it anymore.

It's fine if you mess around in the human kingdom, but how dare you harm our territory? Such an act of wantonly showing off and declaring your divine power is a provocation in the world of gods!

But there was really nothing they could do to stop it.

When the deep evening mist floated out, it was unstoppable. Once the music started playing, it could not be stopped unless there was another movement to take over until the end.

Despite this, they are trying their best to exert their divine power, asking their priests and priests to chant hymns loudly and hold ceremonies, not sparing their divine power in the hope of holding on for a while longer.

For a moment, the entire main plane was flashing with divine power of different colors.

……

Croa looked at the mist and roughly understood what he was thinking.

Now neither the Symphony and the Apple of Resentment nor the Serpent of Desire can devour the Father of Light quickly, and the Overture to Dusk can only continue unless the Angel of Lyre is killed.

The Angel of Keqin has a very high status. Although he has little power, he is highly bound to the world. Killing him would be more difficult than killing the Father of Light.

His ultimate move is indeed useful, but it cannot solve the problem in a short period of time.

The light of the Ring of Radiance flickered gently behind his head: "This is no longer your problem. When dusk falls, all gods will be affected." Miya's voice was filled with laughter: "I can now protect your people with the Void God. We can watch those gods deal with this mess. It must be very interesting."

This is indeed a solution, but after all, it was Croa who caused this incident, and it is really difficult for him to hide now.

After thinking for a while, he turned his gaze to another kingdom of God.

"Mother Earth is not innocent either."

"I think... this dusk should be borne by Him."

"Teacher, is the being imprisoned deep in the earth willing?"

Miya heard this, and the light of the Ring of Glory became brighter: "He will definitely agree. The world consciousness will be satisfied with His efforts and allow Him to compete for the throne of the God of the Earth."

"But the problem is that the seal of the earth is so strong that even I am powerless. How can you connect His consciousness with the world?"

Croix had now lowered his head and spread his hands.

He stared at the rainbow-lit dream in his palm and whispered, "Nothing could be better than this. It needs external forces to transform, and this is the best time."

As if sensing his consciousness, Eden flickered gently. This paradise born in Croa's dream embraced all the beauty and was still beautiful even in the deep dusk.

It already knows what its creator needs it to do.

"Go."

Croa said: "Use the power I have engraved deep within you to help tune this land."

Now he no longer needs to keep a low profile. He has already done it, so he might as well make those gods and legends feel afraid.

Then the light of Eden broke out.

It spread from the wizard tower of Croa in the north, and the rainbow-colored grass covered the earth until all the lands were soaked by Croa's light.

In the colorful and magnificent dream, now and in the past, all the creatures from the earth who have stayed in it sang "The Tune to Curb Reverie" as it spread.

The harmonious and sophisticated music resounds through the sky.

The most hardworking ones are some thick potatoes that shine with an earthy yellow color.

It even actively accepted the falling dusk, absorbing it with its leaves and fruits, hoping to repair the damage to the earth and end this long dusk.

This chapter, which originally belonged to the earth and was played by the life that loved the earth deeply, was equivalent to a direct plea to the earth itself. Both the gods imprisoned deep in the earth and the Mother Goddess of Earth high above received this plea.

The earth will carry everything, this is not just talk.

Eden, which still shines with gorgeous colors in the dusk, simply blinds the eyes of all gods and legends, especially gods. Such a "country" containing all the beauty is what they have always dreamed of.

Even the world itself is attracted to this wonderful country.

Even it started to play the tuning music, but the Mother Earth did nothing?

So no matter how reluctant the Mother Goddess of Earth was, She could only send down countless earth elements and shining gems from Her own kingdom, crawling on the land soaked in dusk, accepting this deepest despair.

The god who was deeply bound to the earth also took this opportunity to quickly release his power, and soon the earth was covered with primitive thorns.

They, together with the glittering gems representing the "Mother Earth" and the bountiful waves of wheat, stretch across the earth without interfering with each other and yet in great harmony.

"Original Mother Goddess Faith?"

"They say that the Earth Mother has three faces in one body. It turns out that she is..."

"How can He still exist?"

Thanks to the efforts of Eden and Mother Earth, the gods who were able to breathe a sigh of relief could not help but discuss it again. It was the first time they knew that the three sides of Mother Earth actually had complete divine power and authority.

It is obvious that what is emerging from the depths of the earth now represents the belief in the original mother goddess - it is worth mentioning that the belief in the original mother goddess has indeed been squeezed beyond recognition nowadays. If it were not for the fact that it is the foundation of the earth's belief, it would have been removed long ago.

Croa was also surprised. He wondered, "Can this unified belief give birth to gods with completely different beliefs? The three beliefs of the Earth Mother are quite different."

Originally he thought they were just three concepts of one god, but he didn't expect different gods to appear directly. It was really a bit strange.

Mia replied: "The primitive land gave birth to primitive faith, but as time changes, pure faith is tainted with different desires, and this result will occur."

"For example, now that humans are highly developing the earth, they certainly don't need primitive thorns to hinder development. What they need is a good harvest and the punishment of the earth that they can control."

He sighed softly: "In fact, He is also very pitiful. He was the one who founded the faith of the Church of Mother Earth in the beginning, but was gradually eliminated in the changing times. Finally, He was separated when the Ark crashed and was forcibly imprisoned in the depths of the earth."

This does sound very pitiful, but this is how the times develop and history changes. Let alone ordinary people, even if it falls on the head of a god, it is like a mountain that makes it difficult for him to breathe.

After all, Cloya, who had read a lot of history, did not make any comment on this. It was not something he could comment on. This was a historical inevitability.

Unless one is restricted to a certain stage and does not progress, even gods will be abandoned one day.

"So what will happen next?" Kloya observed his Eden and could clearly see that a huge force was trying to guide it to cover everything in the main plane.

He knew that it was the power of the main plane. This guy seemed to regard his power as a life-saving straw and wanted Eden to replace the original earth and bear the pressure brought by dusk.

“I feel like it’s not very smart.”

"… Actually, it's just not very smart."

"The consciousness of the world and the plane cannot be too smart. This is the law. The Poem of Origin is one of the ways to restrict them."

Kloya looked back with a little surprise, and the Ring of Light was still quietly flickering, as if it didn't realize, or didn't care, what horrible words it had said.

Is this the function of the Origin Poem?

If this is the case, can we use this opportunity to completely complete the magic of Eden?

He narrowed his eyes and thought this was a good opportunity.

Eden is just a little bit away from evolution, and that little bit is an insurmountable chasm. It needs more "samples" to maintain its balance between fantasy and reality.

and so……

Without hesitation, Croa spoke to the world consciousness through Eden:
"I need all the lives to pray to me!"

"Pray to Eden!"

(End of this chapter)