Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

With a calm face, Nuo's voice echoed in the temple. Around him, no one from the church's senior leaders expressed doubts or objections.

This is not just because of Nuo's reputation and status, but because everyone present does not think there is any problem with this. A long time ago, Nuo had expounded similar views to them more than once, and now he has implemented them personally.

What's more, even if you don't consider these, there is no simple and easy way to eternal life under today's objective conditions.

Nuo can do it because his piety and merit are recognized by the angels, and they are willing to give him eternal life, but this does not mean that others also have this honor. As for the means of witchcraft - it can indeed delay lifespan to a certain extent, but eternity is still a distant proposition for it.

The reason is actually not complicated. The initial witchcraft was compiled by Ryan from a high-level perspective, and later it was studied bit by bit by Hecate. These two beings who were most likely to create a method of immortality through witchcraft did not study the 'method of immortality'. Road's plan, because they simply don't have the need. In contrast, human beings' own level of witchcraft is obviously not enough to overcome this difficulty.

Maybe it can be done in the future, but that is destined to be a very distant future. For most people, if there is a high probability that they will never have the opportunity to see something, then they will naturally not strongly object to it.

Of course, in addition to the above objective factors, there is also the most critical point, which is that as believers, the top leaders of these churches do not think death is something worth fearing.

The reincarnation of all spirits is one of the powers of God. Some people even met Eunomia who came to the human world with Nuo. In this case, there is no unknown, and naturally there is no fear.

"Very good," Nuo smiled and nodded while sitting in the wheelchair. He was not surprised by their reaction: "It seems that at this point, you all agree with my proposition."

"You are a prophet and teacher who has received divine enlightenment. No matter what your proposition is, we will recognize it."

In front of Nuo, a woman who looked to be in her thirties said.

Of course, she is actually over a hundred years old, but the bloodline from the water elves in the residents of Silvermoon City greatly slows down the rate of aging. Even though this speed varies from person to person, with only a handful of people able to enjoy a life of more than three to five hundred years, the average life span is far twice as long as that of similar people.

"No one is right all the time, Alma. I just learn some lessons from past history."

Regarding the students' respect, Nuo shook his head helplessly. In fact, in his heart, the respect of the people around him was one of the reasons that really prompted him to choose death.

It had been too long since anyone in Silvermoon City was willing to question him, as if everything he did was right, but Nuo himself didn't think so. No one is always right except the All-Knowing One, and in his view, this excessive reverence is likely to evolve to another level.

Prometheus is a clear example of this. Although Nuo himself respected the creator of bronze humans, he actually did not approve of the way he handled some things.

"Okay, the next step is the arrangements after my death."

Nuo shook his head slightly. Perhaps because he was nearing the end of his life, Nuo's thinking was a little divergent, but when he came back to his senses, he still said everything he had decided in advance in an organized manner:

"Silvermoon City needs a new pope. He will inherit my position, communicate with the messenger of the Lord, and guide the future direction of Silvermoon City. This is also the most important reason why I summoned you today."

"You want this position, because not only is it closer to God, but each of you has different opinions. Some of you want to maintain the status quo, some of you think that some behaviors of wizards should be restricted; some of you want to They are exploring wilderness on land, and some are setting their sights on the sea.”

"Even this is not just your idea. There are many people who agree with each of you. Some of them are for themselves, and some of them are also for the future of Silvermoon City. So you are all waiting for my decision. , because whoever I choose means that I agree with his ideas, and before today, I have never made any judgment on your opinions.”

"Yes, teacher." said a middle-aged man who looked more like a warrior than a priest: "We have argued in front of you many times, and we have all expressed our opinions. But none of us has convinced anyone. , after all, our wisdom is not enough to make a decision that everyone agrees with. Only you can do this, so we are waiting for your ruling."

"No, Damian, I can't do it. Just because you think I'm right doesn't mean that the choice I made is really the right one. And the reason why I haven't made a decision is because I can't make a definite decision either. judge."

"Just like you, if I asked you to give up your plan, would you really be convinced?"

"...I will follow your orders. You must have seen a future that I haven't seen yet."

Standing in front of Nuo, the man named Damian still said respectfully.

Shaking his head slightly, Nuo knew it would be such a result.

The debate among the people present has been going on for a long time, and he also knows why there has been no result. Not only because each of them insists on their own opinions, but also because no one has obviously higher prestige or ability than others.

Silver Moon City has been at peace for too long. They have no foreign enemies, no difficulties, and no natural disasters. Under such circumstances, naturally no one can do a feat that will convince most people. Therefore, it is impossible for them to reach a consensus on their own.

But as Nuo himself said, he didn't know who was right. He never thought that he was a 'prophet', nor did he think that he could see further than everyone else. So looking at the few people standing silently in front of him, Nuo made a complete decision.

If the result cannot be obtained by guessing, then let reality verify the truth. Fortunately for Silvermoon City, which has been at peace for so many years, they have enough ability to support this.

"Your argument has no result, and I don't intend to make an arbitrary decision. However, I still support your different opinions."

"Dissent is a good thing, and the Lord prefers change and difference. So my final decision is not to establish the position of pope for the time being."

After the words fell, Nuo obviously saw some surprised expressions on several people's faces, but no one directly objected because they could all see that Nuo still had something to say.

"Reality is stronger than words, and each of you has supporters of your own opinions. In this case, let you verify it yourself."

"Those who want to expand abroad, I allow you to lead those who are willing to follow you to conquer the ocean and wilderness. Those who still stay in Silvermoon City, then stay here. You will form a council. Only those who are approved by the majority of people will Decisions must be made.”

"When I leave, there won't be such a 'big mountain' that stops you from verifying your ideas. When everything comes to fruition, the person with the highest achievements will be the next pope."

"You are not a mountain standing in our way."

Bowing slightly, not happy that his idea could be partially implemented, Damian corrected him first. Nuo just smiled at this. He knew that the other party always had no sense of humor.

"Then let it be like this, use ability to determine the outcome - I believe you will not hinder each other, and those who stay in Silvermoon City will not prohibit those who left from coming back, right?"

"Of course, we are always one."

Someone said, and Nuo nodded, he believed what they said.

"Very good, then everything will be done accordingly. Since some of you want to build a town alone in the wilderness, it is not appropriate to still call it 'priest'."

"A person who advocates a party's missionary affairs is called a 'bishop'. Depending on the specific affairs, a prefix can be added in front of it."

No one objected, so another thing was decided. However, after making the final decision, Nuo's face showed a hint of exhaustion. For a dying man, he had done too much.

As someone who has been in charge of Silver Moon City for so many years, Nuo certainly still has many things to explain, but those have been completed long ago.

Now, Nuo, who was completely relaxed, leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes slightly. No one disturbed him, they just waited quietly. After a long time, Nuo, who seemed to have regained some energy, opened his eyes again.

"You all get out."

Raising his hand slightly, Nuo said calmly:

"Let me stay here alone and go through the final journey."

There was silence for a while, and then the sound of footsteps grew closer and farther away. With the sound of the door closing, the inside and outside were isolated.

Nuo leaned on the wheelchair, thinking about his final decision.

There is another reason why he did not directly appoint the next pope, because he did not want the future pope to always be appointed by the previous generation to the next generation.

When facing a major crisis, a strong leader is the best choice to deal with everything. But in times of peace and stability, although more people talking will delay the implementation of many things, it can also avoid the worst results.

Nuo couldn't guarantee that every leader of Silvermoon City would be wise and powerful in the future, so why not let more people speak - he could already imagine that even if the new pope finally defeated the bishops who had competed with him We will never have no right to speak. There should be no more leaders like Nobel who say the same thing. Every decision they make must be supported by others.

"Well...the result that most people can accept may not be the best, but it is certainly not the worst."

"What happens next is what I can't understand."

He whispered to himself softly, his voice echoing endlessly in the empty hall. But Nuo seemed to notice something immediately, and he turned his head slightly.

In a corner of the hall, a familiar old friend has been standing for a long time. He was holding a stone slab in his hand and was carving something on it.

Without the use of tools, the outlines of the fingertips left impressions on the stone body. Looking at this scene, Nuo couldn't help but smile.

He heard the other party talk about this matter. A long time ago, the other party also said goodbye to another friend of his in the same way.

"You only called the priests, but not the wizards from the White Tower. It seems that you still have some opinions about them."

Nuo heard the other party ask this, and he answered casually:

"Logically speaking, I should say this: I have already met them yesterday, and today I am just dealing with internal affairs of the church, which has nothing to do with them - but to be honest, I have no objection to them, but I It’s just that they probably won’t be with us forever.”

"Witchcraft in Silvermoon City will not disappear, and the church and wizards will not become enemies, but I think they will not stay here forever, especially the most capable ones."

"They have their pursuits. Although I don't understand them very well, I understand them somewhat."

Leaning back in the chair, feeling the last bit of life slipping away, Nuo didn't see any angels suddenly coming. But he was not surprised by this, because when they last met, he actively asked for a 'normal death'.

"That's it. I've done enough. The rest is for those who come after me."

"Perhaps a thousand years later, when someone steps into this temple again, they will talk about me and the first generation of prophets who died here."

"To be honest, ahem, although I don't think I'm very smart, to be honest, I quite like the title 'prophet'. When I first heard people talking about it, I felt a little happy... "

The voice became lower and lower, and the eyes were no longer focused. Standing in the corner of the temple, the man who carved the stone tablets watched this scene quietly, and then gave a heartfelt affirmation.

"Your experience will become an epic, No. A thousand years from now, people will still be singing about your history, and ten thousand years from now, you will be regarded as a myth."

"Haha, Shinhwa...is he just like you..."

"...That sounds really good..."

The sound gradually became undetectable, until there was no movement at all. The next moment, a huge bell rang in Silver Moon City.

Although they did not see it with their own eyes, everyone knew that the prophet was dead and that he had returned to the arms of God. And his era also ended.