Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

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

On both sides of the street, ever-bright magic lights illuminate the long street in the night, and as far as the eye can see, there is a long queue with no end in sight. Nearly half of the residents in the entire city walked out of their homes today to bid farewell to the last of the 'city builders'.

After all, except for Nuo, those who escaped from the flood with him had long since died. Although some of them have made some achievements on the extraordinary road, they do not have the kind of truly extraordinary talent. Therefore, in the face of hundreds of years, they have naturally been buried in the soil long ago and only live in people's memories.

According to a tradition that is said to have been passed down from the Golden Age, the residents of Silvery Moon City set up a stone tablet for each deceased person and engraved some stories about his life on it. They were buried together in a cemetery near Xingluo Lake, and a temple was built there with the three angels in charge of the afterlife as the main priests.

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

An era is coming to an end, and from now on, the city will turn a new page. As an ordinary member of the city, Cornius looked at the crowded crowd and couldn't help curling his lips.

Tens of thousands of people, maybe hundreds of thousands of people - forgive him for not knowing arithmetic. After all, in this era, even wizards rarely understand this.

Experience, tradition and a flash of inspiration are now the mainstream, and calculation is just an auxiliary tool. What's more, even if he understood, Cornius didn't think he could calculate how many people were here by sight.

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

"De'er, I've told you a long time ago that the city will be very crowded today - even the Central Avenue. Even if we squeeze all the way through, we won't be able to see the Great Prophet."

After passing under the tall [Silver Gate], Cornius couldn't help but complain.

There are currently three portals running through the central avenue of Silver Moon City, each named after human beings from three eras. However, according to prior planning, a total of seven floors can be built.

The remaining four gates will be used to commemorate some major events in the future, such as the fourth gate currently being built - [The Gate of Enoch]. To put it simply and concisely, it means 'a portal named after the Great Prophet'.

"At this time, the people surrounding the Great Prophet are all big shots. De'er, do you know what a big shot is? They are those who can decide the laws of Silvermoon City, or can control the wind and rain on their own. Obviously, we are not Such a character."

"I know, but at least we can see the great prophet's body being taken out of the temple and sent to the cemetery. If we are lucky, we may be able to see the legendary angel."

Ignoring Conius's complaints, the girl called Deo continued to work her way through the crowd. However, her body was clearly unable to squeeze through others, so the young man had no choice but to follow her.

He actually didn't quite understand that no matter what kind of person he was in life, he would be nothing more than a corpse after death. Spending an entire night just to look at a dead body is boring as hell.

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

The priests of the temple often say that only faith in God can strengthen the will and survive the spiritual impact of the 'curse characteristic', but Cornios knows that this is not the case. Maybe faith is indeed useful, but practicing swordsmanship and physical fitness can also temper the spirit, and compared to ethereal piety, he still prefers things that are tangible and tangible.

Of course, this does not mean that he is an unbeliever. No matter who it is, there are basically no unbelievers among the residents of Silvermoon City.

"De'er, 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 for a result.”

Reaching out to protect the girl he had a vague affection for, and pushing forward, Cornius asked casually.

Compared with him, Deo was a standard devout believer. He not only knew those scriptures by heart, but also always paid attention to those big figures who had nothing to do with them. After going back and forth, he became familiar with it a lot.

This is rare in Silvermoon City - in fact, even in later human societies, the majority of citizens who can name more than ten leaders of their country and their positions are not in the majority, especially in this classical era. in this way.

"I know what you're thinking, Connie."

Glancing at Conius in front of him, Deio smoothed his long brown hair. She could see what the other person was thinking at a glance, but she didn't think it could be realized.

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

"And to be honest, everyone doesn't support your Excellency's proposal very much, and you know why."

Yes, Cornios knows why, because this is Silver Moon City, a city protected by a mysterious lock arranged by the Lord of the Demon Network himself. It has spring all year round, a natural bay as a good harbor, and no shortage of food and resources. There is no better place to live than this.

In contrast, the residents of Silver Moon City have all heard of the outside world to some extent. It is said that it is wild and dangerous, and has a very different climate - no one has seen the former, but the latter is still reflected today. As long as you compare the heavy snow that has not yet melted outside and the warm city, everyone will know which choice to make.

In this case, Lord Damian's proposition is not widely recognized. After all, the residents of Silvermoon City cannot figure out why they should leave this god-given city and choose to face the wind, snow and suffering.

"Don't say that, De'er. I'm actually still sure that I can pass the test, but it's more secure that no one will hate me. And to be honest, don't you think we have too many people?"

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

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

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

They have a magical presence and they don't need anywhere else to feed them. Under this kind of wanton extraordinary power, all problems are no problem. Even if there is only one city, it can still be self-sufficient.

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