Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

On the makeshift wooden platform, Nuo's preaching resonated with many listeners. In other words, as long as those who can survive the great flood, their hearts are purer than others.

Those who are suspicious, cunning, or who often harbor ill intentions towards others will naturally not believe in the sudden kindness of others. They didn't believe what Nuo said, and they were naturally buried in the flood.

In contrast, the audience here is obviously not included. Especially after a near-death experience, looking at the desolate city, what Nuo said was naturally particularly touching.

It's just that although Nuo's words resonated with many people, some people in the crowd still expressed different opinions.

"What you said does make sense, but No, maybe the gods on Mount Olympus are not all so unbearable. At least in the previous disasters, it was the goddess who protected me."

Walking out of the crowd, Kawei was still wearing the sacrificial robe to worship Hestia. He bowed silently to the holy fire, and then looked in the direction of Nuo.

"Now, there is nothing to hide. Just as you guessed, in the past, the priests deceived others, deceived the gods, and deceived themselves. But when faced with death, I finally gave up. Those thoughts, I stated my sins to the incarnation of all fires, and waited for her to give me the punishment I deserved. But the result was not like this. After the disaster was over, just like each of you, I survived."

Following Ka Wei's words, dozens of people walked out of the crowd. They all had similar experiences to Ka Wei.

"Perhaps the gods may not be merciful, but not every god will ignore the disasters of mortals. This is the case with His Highness Hestia."

With a sincere look on his face, Ka Wei really thought so from the bottom of his heart.

"No, your behavior reminded me. The goddess has forgiven my sin, but I should not forget it. From today on, I should also spread the name of the Holy Fire in the world to repay her kindness."

A disaster destroyed a civilization, but created two inspired saints. It’s just that compared to Nuo, Kawei’s objects of faith are different.

"Your moral character is worthy of respect, Ka Wei. Not everyone can face their own mistakes and have the courage to change. However, have you ever thought about a question? Is the holy fire brought back by the God of Illumination who created man really the truth? The manifestation of His Highness Hestia’s power?”

Walking down from the high platform, Nuo came to the eternal flame.

"If not. If you pray to the Holy Fire, who will answer you in the end?"

Although humans do not know the nature of these divine objects, after long-term contact, many people with high natural inspiration can notice that the holy fire brought back by Prometheus does not seem to be similar to the original flame given by God. In addition, it is well known that the Kitchen Goddess is the eldest sister of the God King. Will she disobey her brother's order for the sake of a mortal?

The answer is probably no, especially since Nuo knew that the gods who sent shelter during disasters also had an agreement with Prometheus.

"Maybe. If not, then I am grateful for the kindness of the person who saved my life, but my belief remains unchanged."

His expression was calm. After experiencing life and death, Ka Wei had seen his own heart clearly. Faith will not be changed easily, and the most important thing is that as a priest who once worshiped Hestia, before the connection between gods and humans was severed, he had felt the breath of the statue left by the goddess countless times, and now , he felt it again at the ruins of this city.

The goddess was here, not long ago. For a believer, such specious evidence is enough.

"Okay, Ka Wei, I respect your beliefs."

Sighing, Nuo felt a little regretful in his heart, but he still expressed his blessings to his compatriots who had escaped the disaster together. Opposite him, Ka Wei nodded at him, and then used a fennel branch to light a flame.

"I will leave here and follow in the footsteps of His Highness Hestia. No matter what your plan is, I wish you a smooth journey."

Ka Wei left with dozens of followers behind him. Nuo didn't stop him, he just watched him leave with the others.

In any case, the difference in beliefs at this time is not enough to turn into a sword fight, not to mention that in Nuo's impression, the Kitchen Goddess is indeed a kind god. She neither punishes like the God-King, nor brings floods like the Poseidon, nor does she bring Prometheus away like the Sun God. So Nuo still expressed his acceptance of Ka Wei's choice.

"Sir Cohen, are you also a person who survived under the protection of the Lord?"

After sending Ka Wei away, Nuo turned around and looked at the edge of the square. In fact, he had already noticed Cohen's arrival when he was just talking, but now he had time to greet him.

Mortal vision has its limits. He was not able to see the scene of Cohen and Triton fighting when the flood came, but this did not affect his ability to recognize each other. After all, Cohen is somewhat famous in Aurora City for teaching others swordsmanship. Seeing him arriving, Nuo thought he had just woken up from the city.

"I do not know either."

Facing the other party's gaze, the dream from ten thousand years ago that had benefited him to this day flashed through his mind, and Cohen shook his head gently.

He looked at the crowd around him again, but still couldn't find a familiar figure.

"Whether it is or not, Mr. Cohen, we are probably the only surviving humans in this world today."

He turned around to indicate that the city wall had long since collapsed, and almost nothing could be seen on the plateau that was once the plain.

"Maybe new humans will appear, but no one knows when exactly that will be, and even if this world has been washed away by floods, it will still be dangerous. If possible, I hope we can go all the way."

"Aren't you going to stay here and rebuild this city?"

Somewhat surprised, Cohen glanced at the unquenchable sacred fire.

"This is the place that the gods of Olympus gave to the bronze humans. But now, when they destroy the bronze humans with their own hands, I will no longer regard them as gods."

Shaking his head, Nuo's smile was gentle.

"Bronze Humanity is the name they gave us, not our own. Humanity is humankind and does not need to be called anything else. I will preach the holy name of the Lord to every intelligent life along the way until we find a new name for us. home."

".good."

Looking at the other party, Cohen didn't know what to do now. He was about to nod in agreement, but the next moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Very well, mortal, you are different from your kind."

"Who?"

A soft and ethereal voice sounded, echoing around the altar. The humans who had just experienced the disaster immediately became vigilant, but they could not find anything.

The next moment, the void fluctuated, and a figure that had once been unforgettable for Cohen slowly emerged. There was a belt of light around her body, accompanied by dots of stars, but this time, she was no longer wearing the hood that covered her face.

On her holy and perfect face, there was a disregard for all equality in the world. The white wings spread out behind her. She stepped on the ground, but it seemed as if she did not belong to the world.

"what's your name?"

Ignoring others, the visitor looked directly in the direction of Nuo.