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

Chapter 354 354. Rain that Suppresses the Sun
This mark was not made by Croa, but he injected the power of the astral body mark into the sunflower's astral body, and then evolved it through the light theocratic law described by Eden.

The engravings are still echoing with the odes of countless sunflowers—

“May you rise to the sky.”

"Instead of the sun."

"From the eternal loneliness and coldness, spread light all over the earth."

The consciousness gathered from countless sunflowers and the remaining divine power of the Father of Light all gave people a strange feeling of being at a sacrificial site, primitive and desolate.

“What an inefficient way to handle faith.”

"It is necessary to rely on spiritual materials and rituals to ensure that faith is passed on to the gods intact."

He couldn't help but complain. In his opinion, the way of worshiping the Father of Light was more out of a desire to make humans fear the "unknown", so there were a lot of complicated ritual steps.

It is not impossible to do so, but the problem is that by doing so, the transmission of faith will become very inefficient. Some humans who are unable to perform rituals will not even be able to transmit their faith to the Father of Light.

But it is precisely these people who have reached their wits' end who are most likely and have the greatest hope of becoming fanatical believers, because faith requires one to be at a wit's end, and only when one loses everything can one embrace faith without scruples.

——The followers of the demon god are like this.

The sunflower elf sat on Kloya's shoulder at some point and also complained, "I think so too. It's very easy for the followers of the demon god to make sacrifices. It's not as troublesome as the righteous gods."

"Hey, Master, my magic hasn't taken shape yet?"

Although the divine art was conceived by its body, it did not know whether this high-level divine art had been completely completed. After all, it had never seen such a thing before.

"Let me see." Kloa rubbed its petals and looked at the engraving that was still changing.

[Kroya's Sun Substitution Technique (Unfinished)]

[This divine art comes from the ultimate divine art of the Father of Light: "I will replace the sun". After it is completely completed, with the approval of the plane consciousness, you can temporarily replace the "sun" with yourself. ]

【When you become the sun, you need to fulfill the duties of the sun. 】

[The time limit for becoming the sun is the degree of completion of fulfilling the duties. 】

"Not finished."

"Hmm... After these magic patterns are basically formed, I will help you find some auxiliary things."

Kloya thought of the sun grasses in another world. With their help, this magic should be completed more smoothly.

"Okay, then what's the matter with you coming to see me?" The sunflower elf pressed the soft flower disk against Cloya's face and relied on him wholeheartedly: "You would never come to see me if you had nothing to do."

"..."

Why does this sound a bit resentful?

Feeling a little guilty, Cloya smiled awkwardly, "It's my fault. I haven't come to see you for a while."

"Feel sorry."

"I promise to come visit you more often in the future. Your kingdom of God makes me feel very comfortable and at ease."

He comforted Sunflower and took out the sun ore: "Can you extract the vitality in it? Just like extracting ordinary sunlight."

After being comforted, the sunflower stretched out a shining golden tentacle, wrapped the ore, and carefully sensed it for a while. It suddenly revealed an ecstatic expression, and a warm light filled the area around its petals.

"Father!"

"Father!"

It almost couldn't wait to say with a surprised tone: "There's something in here!"

“It’s delicious!”

As it said this, it could not wait to begin using its own power to decompose the ore. In just a few seconds, the violent aura in the ore was filtered out by it, leaving only the flowing light that looked like both gas and liquid.

That is solar energy in its purest form.

Based on what he felt, Croa estimated that just this tiny amount was enough to drive a golem for a month.

One piece of ore can power a golem for one month.

What a super energy source this is.

Solar energy is terrifying.

"But is it so easy for you to filter it?" Kloya asked curiously, "The method of filtering this kind of energy in the astral world is a secret of every force. How can you filter it so easily?"

"Is it because of the Rainbow Poetry?"

He originally thought it was the magical power of "The Rainbow Poem", but who knew that Sunflower shook her head: "No! Father, have you ever thought that the sun's light wants to penetrate the endless darkness and coldness, and it also desires warmth?"

"Ok?"

This was indeed something that Cloya had not expected.

At least so far, the light of the sun that he felt was selfless, lofty, and powerful, treating all things equally. There was no such emotion as "fear" or "desire" at all.

——He also always believed that it was impossible for the sun to have such emotions.

As the source of life for all things, how could the sun be afraid? How could it desire warmth? It itself is the warmest existence.

"Let me feel it with you." He directly linked his spiritual power with Sunflower, and then took out a piece of sun ore and handed it to it: "Come on."

Of course Sunflower would not refuse, and she was very considerate and slowly filtered the inside of the ore. From extraction to filtration, everything was clearly laid out in front of Kloya.

This was not the first time he had sensed it this way, because the magic of filtering sunlight included the Seven Stars Separation Spell, several special druid spells, and the "Poem of the Rainbow", which he had to learn before he could imprint it.

But this time I felt...

After the powerful solar energy felt the gentle touch of the sunflower, it gave itself up without hesitation, just like a child who had been lonely in the dark for a long time, grabbing a life-saving straw.

The sun's energy flows through the roots and body of the sunflower, and it seems to be comforted by the warmth, and finally releases its own energy with satisfaction. It itself is like the morning dew, hidden in the warmth of the sunflower.

At the moment of disappearance, it seemed to let out a sigh of contentment.

It was as light as a whisper, but it carried a special rhythm and magical tremor.

"Spirituality."

"Prayers?"

Kloya sensed many of them in succession, and his eyes lit up. He was very sure that there were spiritualities in these solar ores! It was these spiritualities that restricted the release of energy from the solar ores.

The rainbow sunflower is very tolerant. No matter what it is, you can get "gifts" from it, and they are unconditional gifts - the source of all this is the selfless and great sun.

The light is spread and the sunshine is shining without asking for anything in return.

It stands to reason that if it gives power casually like this, it will lose it quickly, but the fact is just the opposite. The more it gives, the more it gets. Every time Cloya sees it, he even feels like he is looking at a Buddha statue in his previous life.

This was something he had never seen in any of the gods. In his opinion, those gods were nothing more than strong men who had ascended to the throne. They had no divinity at all and could only be described as "god-level strong men."

But the sunflowers gave him a real sense of God.

So he increasingly supported Sunflower's own development, and even gradually deleted the chapter of "The Poem of Rainbow" from its engraving - the chapter engraved by him added his thoughts, which could serve as inspiration and guidance, but it was definitely not the final path for Sunflower. Thinking of this, he suddenly patted Sunflower with emotion, "I can't guide you much more, I'm afraid you have to walk the rest of the way by yourself."

Hearing what Cloya said, the sunflower was horrified - it really faded, and the originally shining rainbow color turned gray and transparent, and it arched hard into Cloya's arms.

She arched her back and cried, "No!"

"Are you going to abandon me?"

"If you abandon me, I would rather destroy myself!"

Croa: “…”

He helplessly held the sunflower in his arms to comfort it, but its noble divinity suddenly disappeared, leaving only the dog-like total dependence and fear of being abandoned by its owner.

Even Kloa didn't know the source of its panic at this moment. As a sunflower that was almost a god, its life would be so long that it was almost eternal. It couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose its father for eternity.

Perhaps it was just like when it was still ignorant, one day it suddenly rained, and the raindrops turned into a cold and damp mist in the garden. It could obviously nourish their vitality, but it made it feel very panicked.

It seems that everything...there is no light anymore.

It felt more terrified and painful than the direct storm, and it was a nightmare it would never forget in its life.

"..."

"Tick, tick."

The sound of dripping water suddenly rang out.

Drop after drop of sparkling tears seeped out from the petals of the sunflower, gently dripping onto the ground, splashing out tiny water droplets.

The surrounding sunflowers seemed to sense the pain of their "god" and began to release some fearful and sad emotions. The originally bright and shining sunflower garden suddenly became filled with sadness.

A damp and chilly mist rose from somewhere and rushed towards Kloya. The pervasive chill was more uncomfortable than a storm directly hitting a person.

The sun ore that had lost all its brilliance and fell to the ground suddenly emitted a trembling sound filled with sadness and grief.

In just a moment, things started to go wrong.

The endless damp cold...

Even suppressing the light on Cloya!
The brilliance of "Poem of Rainbow" is gradually losing its color!

Ok.

Even though there have been enough strange things happening today, this one still made Kloya feel incredible - the rain curtain suppressed the sun!
How can this be.

Another thing seen for the first time appeared.

Suppress the movement of "The Rainbow Poem".

That's right.

The music that came out of the sun ore that had been extracted was the music that suppressed the Rainbow Poetry! It was inspired by the sunflower and even affected the sunflower's thoughts, leading to this situation.

He looked down at Sunflower, who was still crying uncontrollably, and found that its mental power was extremely stable, and the chaos caused by being guided by mental magic was completely normal.

This means that all this sorrow and pain is inherent!
"You actually have this kind of pain?"

He held the sunflower in his arms, and instead of using the power of "Poem of Rainbow", he used the elemental power that all mages possess to sense his surroundings. The lingering rain and fog seemed to have some strange resonance with the sunflowers.

The sunflowers, which were supposed to praise the sun and spread warmth, were affected by these movements. The warm light turned into a long and humid rain mist, which seemed to trap life in moisture forever.

"What the hell is this."

Croix thought about it and found that he was helpless.

With his understanding of magic and music, it would be very easy for him to destroy this place - this is also the brute force attack that the wizard is best at, but unfortunately this is the kingdom of sunflowers.

No matter what, we can't just demolish this place violently.

All he could do was unravel the music.

"It shouldn't be part of the Origin Poem, but it also has that flavor, the ability to infect everything and influence the laws."

He stretched out his hand to hold the raindrops, but could only watch them slip away quietly. The raindrops fell silently, and the rain curtain became increasingly cold and damp. Sad music lingered around him.

The sounds contained in the symphony, which he had long forgotten or ignored, echoed in his mind.

There are those who cried loudly in the rain after losing their loved ones and friends, and it is difficult to dispel the pain trapped in their hearts for the rest of their lives; there are those who feel desperate and sad after losing their money and status; there are also those who feel the dull pain of forever missing their favorite toys or those of their friends because they broke them...

And it's not just humans.

The monsters searched for food in the bitter cold wind and heavy snow, but they despaired because they could not find any food and died of hunger and cold. The magic plants stretched their roots to absorb water, stretched their branches to feel the sun, and tried their best to breed their own seeds, but they were easily destroyed...

“It turns out there is so much sadness hidden in the golden symphony.”

"It doesn't matter."

He gently stroked the sunflower, then closed his eyes, quietly feeling the erosion of the rain and sadness, letting everything turn into a river supporting him.

Brute force will not solve the problem.

"I will tolerate you no matter what."

He tried to incorporate this elegy into his symphony.

but failed.

Failed the first time.

The consequences of this failure were quite tragic.

The symphony was eroded by the rain.

In the north, and even in the places covered by all his power, the land that should have been nourished by the sun suddenly began to rain.

It was not a sudden downpour, but rather a continuous drizzle and a dampness that made people feel cold and uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

No matter where you hide, even in a room with a stove by your side, the dampness is still there and there is no escape.

His clothes weren't damp, and there were no water drops on his body, but that cold, damp feeling, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, followed him everywhere.

It cannot be avoided and cannot be eliminated.

All divine arts and magic were of no use.

Everyone, everyone who knew Kloya's power stood up suddenly and looked towards the Reef Island, which had been the focus of the rain.

Even the gods who had fallen to earth and Eurydice and the Titan puppets who were planning against the gods stopped their actions.

They all looked towards the Hanjiao Island which was surrounded by cold, damp rain and fog.

But the first ones to notice that something was wrong were not them, but the mermaids living in the sea of ​​Atlantis.

(End of this chapter)