Chapter 282 The Prophet's Proverbs

On the central avenue of Silver Moon City, a bustling crowd gathered together.

On both sides of the street, the long street under the night sky was illuminated by the ever-burning magic lights, and there was a long queue that could not be seen at the end. Nearly half of the residents in the entire city went out of their homes today to bid farewell to the last of the "city builders" of that year.

After all, except for Nuo, those who escaped from the flood with him had already died. Although some of them had achieved some achievements in extraordinary ways, they were not truly gifted. So in the face of hundreds of years, they were naturally buried in the soil and only lived in people's memories.

According to the tradition that is said to have been passed down from the golden age, the residents of Silver Moon City erected a stone tablet for each deceased person and engraved some deeds about their lives on it. They were buried in a cemetery near Xingluo Lake, and a temple was built there with the three angels in charge of the afterlife as the main worshipers.

People used this to commemorate the existence of these ancestors. After all, everyone in Silver Moon City today is their descendant. Today, it was the turn of their last member.

An era was about to end, and from now on, the city would open a new page. As an ordinary member of the city, Connius looked at the crowded crowd and couldn't help curling his lips.

Tens of thousands of people, perhaps hundreds of thousands of people - forgive him for not knowing arithmetic, after all, in this era, even wizards rarely know this.

Experience, tradition and a flash of inspiration are the mainstream now, and calculation is just an auxiliary tool. Moreover, even if he knew, Connius didn't think he could calculate how many people there were here with his eyes.

This is the largest human city in the world. Although the people of Silver Moon City have not seen other cities, they all believe this.

"Oh, I told you a long time ago that the city will be very crowded today - even the central avenue is like this. Even if we squeeze all the way through, we can't see the great prophet."

Walking under the tall [Silver Gate], Connius couldn't help complaining.

There are currently three portals running through the central avenue of Silvermoon City, named after humans from three different eras, but according to the prior plan, a total of seven layers can be built.

The remaining four will be used to commemorate some major events in the future, such as the fourth portal currently under construction - [Enoch's Gate]. In short, it means 'a portal named after the great prophet Enoch'.

"At this time, the people surrounding the great prophet are all big shots, De'o, do you know what big shots are? They are those who can decide the laws of Silvermoon City, or those who can call the wind and rain by their own strength. Obviously, we are not that kind of people."

"I know, but at least we can see the remains of the great prophet being taken out of the temple and sent to the cemetery. If we are luckier, we may even see the legendary angels."

Ignoring Connius's complaints, the girl called De'o continued to work hard to get through the crowd. However, her body obviously couldn't squeeze through others, so the young man had no choice but to follow.

He didn't really understand that no matter what kind of person he was in life, he would only be a corpse after death. It was so boring to spend an entire night just to look at a dead body.

With this time, he would rather practice swordsmanship twice more, hoping to be recognized as "will-reaching" by the priests of the temple in the future. At that time, he can integrate the "curse characteristics" and become a prepared temple guard.

The priests of the temple often said that only faith in God can strengthen one's will and remain safe and sound when fighting against the mental impact of the "curse characteristics", but Connius knew that this was not the case. Perhaps faith is indeed useful, but honing swordsmanship and physical fitness can also temper the spirit, and compared to illusory piety, he still prefers things that can be seen and touched.

Of course, this does not mean that he is a non-believer. No matter who it is, there are basically no non-believers among the residents of Silver Moon City.

"Duo, who do you think will be the next Pope after the Great Prophet dies?"

"This matter has been delayed for a long time, and now it's time to have a result."

Reaching out to protect the girl who has a vague affection, Connius asked casually while squeezing forward.

Compared to him, Deo is a typical devout believer. Not only can he recite those scriptures by heart, but he has also been paying attention to those big figures who have nothing to do with them. After a few visits, he has become more familiar with them.

This is not common in Silver Moon City - in fact, even in the human society of later generations, the majority of citizens can call out the names and positions of more than ten leaders of their own country, especially in this classical era.

"I know what you are thinking, Connie."

Glancing at Connios in front of her, Deo stroked her long brown hair. She saw the other party's thoughts at a glance, but she didn't think it could be realized.

"Sir Damian has always advocated external expansion, allowing Silver Moon City to occupy a wider area. If he becomes the next Pope, he will definitely relax the quota for the recruitment of temple guards. But there is no point in taking shortcuts. If you rely on this method to pass the selection, even if you succeed, you will only be at the bottom."

"And to be honest, everyone doesn't support the idea of ​​that lord, you know why."

Yes, Connius knew why, because this is Silver Moon City, a city protected by the maze set up by the Lord of the Demonic Web. It is spring-like all year round here, with a natural bay as a good harbor, and no shortage of food and resources. There is no better place to live than here.

In contrast, the residents of Silver Moon City have heard more or less about the outside world. It is said that it is wild and dangerous, and has a very different climate - the former has not been seen by many people, but the latter is still reflected today. As long as you compare the heavy snow that has not yet melted in the outside world with the warm city, everyone will know what to choose.

In this case, Lord Damian's proposal is not widely recognized. After all, the residents of Silver Moon City can't figure out why they should leave this God-given city and choose to face the wind, snow and hardships.

"Don't say that, I'm actually still confident that I can pass the test, but it's safer for no one to hate it. And to be honest, don't you think we have too many people?"

Explaining with a smile, Connius looked at the crowded crowd around him.

For humans of this era, it is actually difficult for them to imagine a city with a population of more than one million. After all, throughout ancient history, those cities with a large population in the classical era were all the capitals of powerful empires or the cores of a territory.

They rely on a steady stream of water or land transportation to support their operations, and devour materials from all over the world day and night. Once they leave these, their existence will be difficult to maintain, but Silver Moon City does not need these.

They have the existence of witchcraft, and they do not need other places to support them. Under this kind of extraordinary power that is wielded at will, all problems are not problems, even if there is only one city, it can still be self-sufficient.

"But our population will increase, De'er, although I am not one of those "big guys" and don't know how many people there are in this city, but that is definitely a number I can't imagine."

"One day we will fill this place and have to go out-since there is such a day, why not a little earlier?"

"Since you are destined to eat two meals a day, why don't you eat all the food for the day in one meal?"

With a clear snort, De'er made a small sarcasm. In front of her, Connius just smiled indifferently.

They had had similar arguments several times, but in the end, they were just seeing the whole picture - although Chaos did not have this idiom, there was a similar proverb - they did not know how many people there were in the city, nor what the wilderness looked like, so Connios did not want to quarrel with Deo over such a small matter.

The short exchange ended, and the two continued to shuttle through the crowded crowd. Time passed slowly, and when the silver moon hung in the middle of the sky, they finally came to a place where they could barely see the gate of the temple.

The sea cliff where the temple was built was also crowded at this moment, but about a hundred meters away from the temple, it seemed as if there was an invisible line that separated the huge crowd. Connios did not know whether the 'big guys' in the temple used some means, or whether people stopped voluntarily, but he was more inclined to the latter.

No one in the Silver Moon City should dare to mess around there, and those who can call the wind and rain are unlikely to exert their power at the door of the temple.

"That's it. I can't go any further."

He spread his hands helplessly. After all, Connios was not a strong warrior. He didn't think he could continue to squeeze forward. Seeing this, De'o nodded. She was obviously very clear about the other party's weight.

"Then let's go here, Conni. The church's scriptures say that all life in the world will return to the kingdom of the Lord after death, and they will be judged according to their abilities in life. Although I don't know how the great prophet will be evaluated, I think no one can match him."

Waving his fist, De'o looked at the closed temple from afar.

The original meaning of "Pope" refers to the elderly, worthy of respect, and even means "father" in some places. So the church of Silver Moon City uses this title to describe the highest spokesperson of God in the mortal world, which is also one of the titles imposed on Nuo.

But for most people, they still prefer to call Nuo the "Great Prophet", because in the church's scriptures, it was he who recognized the gods walking in the world, and then accepted the divine revelation and went east to build a city in this star-lit place. There are even some rumors that Nuo foresaw the flood in his dream. This passage was not included in the scriptures because he denied it himself, but De'ou felt that this passage would be added to the newly revised scriptures one day in the future.

"In any case, may you enjoy peace in the kingdom of the Lord."

De'ou closed her eyes slightly while meditating in her heart.

Beside her, there were many more people who also closed their eyes and prayed for the saint who was about to leave.

...

"Ahem——"

"Sit down, I don't care about these, and you don't need to pay attention to these formalities in front of a dead person."

In the spacious temple, Nuo sat in his wheelchair as he did many years ago.

Although it is said to be in the temple, it is actually not a place to worship gods. This building complex that wraps the entire sea cliff is no longer what it was hundreds of years ago. In addition to the most core temple, buildings with different purposes have sprung up around it.

So in the center of the hall, which is usually used for meetings, the church's high-ranking officials are gathering here. They look at the man in the wheelchair with sadness. Although Nuo's face is the same as before, everyone present can feel the decay that penetrates his body.

Although most of them are users of divine arts, their bodies have also acquired some extraordinary characteristics under the high concentration of holy power for many years. No one can fail to recognize the feeling that life is about to come to an end.

"Don't look at me like that, cough cough, everyone has to die, it's just a matter of time. I'm not here to see you feel sad for me, let me hurry up and arrange the last things."

With a cough in his voice, Nuo smiled and looked around.

A generation of time is not enough for an organization to decay, not to mention that this is an era of divine manifestation. So he can proudly declare that everyone present is a devout believer and has extraordinary abilities. Even if they disagree, they are just for the sake of making the future of Silver Moon City better and spreading the Lord's faith.

But a true wise man will always see further. Although Nuo never thought of himself as a wise man or a prophet, he learned a lot from the destruction of the bronze man. So facing the eyes of everyone, he said his first "last words".

"I still have a lot to say... but one thing is the most important, that is, starting from myself, the church is not allowed to have an immortal pope."

Nuo's voice was neither hurried nor slow as he stroked the armrest of the wheelchair.

"Life belongs to the world, and the soul belongs to our Lord. Those who are unwilling to return to the Lord's arms should naturally not become His spokesperson on earth."