I'm such an old god, so sorry

"Purification... means killing monsters like that?"

Brand thought of the scene he saw in the square and asked.

If it was not certain that the Guardians of Ayn Yug were all humans...at least they were once humans. He would have thought that he had encountered high-level corrupted creatures.

"That is the white dust of innocence. Only after the baptism of the cleansing dust can there be redemption. You will also be baptized in the future."

Oudehe nodded characteristically, but did not give an overly detailed introduction, he should have wanted Brand to experience it himself.

"Where are we going now?"

The general asked again.

"Meet your Majesty."

Oudehert's conciseness surprised Brand a little.

Why, can the deity meet at will?

"Of course not, but the last stronghold was recovered. I need to report to your majesty."

In other words, I am incidentally.

Brand listened to Oudehert's charge without expression and walked through Ein Yug.

After several years of expansion, Ain Yug has grown from remote villages and towns in the kingdom to a city of the capital city level. Although many buildings were built temporarily and densely, the workmanship is not rough at all. It is inexhaustible and inexhaustible, it can be called a panacea.

The white dust dunes in Ain Yu have not changed after several years of mining, and they seem to be never used up.

Today’s Ain Yug City has a total population of 500,000 people. Among them, there are 60,000 people who have been transformed by the Dust of Cleansing and become the Guardians of Ain Yug. Although the other survivors did not accept the complete His baptism was more or less affected. Apart from fighting, each had its own strengths in farming, construction, and forging, and each performed its own duties.

Passing through the main avenue, Brand followed Oudecht to the tallest and magnificent hall in a city. Outside there stood a row of guards wearing silver armor and holding shiny halberds.

If Brand hadn't seen the exhaled white steam when he passed by them, he would have thought it was dozens of statues.

Entering the empty hall, Oudehert directly knelt down, and Brand immediately followed suit, focusing his eyes on the smooth floor.

"Your Majesty, fortunately not insulting your life."

Oudehert said that at this time, Brand dared to slowly raise his head in imitation of the pope's actions, and carefully look directly at the true god.

Although knowing that this Mayphy appeared as a saint because of his majesty, Brand still felt a moment of loss for the girl on the seat of God.

In the spacious hall, apart from the jade pillars supporting the structure and the smooth floor, there is only a gorgeous god seat.

The girl on the seat has pure white long hair like white dust. She put her hands on the armrests, closed her eyes and raised her legs. She seemed to be sleeping in a false sleep, but even if she didn’t catch her eyes, her stunning face gave Bran. De was greatly shocked.

Not only because of beauty, or that the beauty of human beings is not enough to achieve this level, Brand tried hard to think about it, and felt that the Queen of White Dust is more like some kind of beautiful illusion. Just looking at her, it feels inexplicable. The huge gravitational force is pulling oneself.

"Ok."

Facing the report from the loyal believer, Mephiin just opened his eyes lightly, revealing calm gray eyes, and nodded slightly.

Chapter 21—Simple Faith

Mayfair glanced at Brand behind Oudecht, and said:

"the last one?"

"Yes, according to the location you gave, the existing survivor strongholds on the continent have completely formed a network with the White Dust Road, and the Merlomo Continent is already shrouded in the brilliance of Ain Yug."

"Does the area under the control of the ancient god count?"

"Uh....."

Mayfie suddenly choked on him, which embarrassed Oudehert, and Brand was also a little surprised, no matter how the gods are also the best.

Fortunately, Oudekhter has been a pope for a few years, and he sharpened his lips for a long time.

"Under your majesty's glory, it is only a matter of time to recover Melomo. There is no existence in the world that can be compared with your majesty. I just tell the established future facts in advance."

"Not bad."

Mayfair blinked, tactically leaning back:

"Talk a little more."

After that, Brand was fortunate to see how the pope of Ein Yug greeted Memphis with all kinds of gorgeous rhetoric.

Really, if he didn't know that this was the sanctuary, Brand would have thought he was returning to the court and watched the jester behave to the king.

Mayfair listened to Oudecht racking his brains to compliment himself, and found it particularly interesting.

Yes, it's just fun.

It is impossible for Mayfair to gain a sense of accomplishment from the mortal, and there is no such thing as vanity.But it is indeed interesting. To establish his own beliefs, Mephiin wants to experience the feeling of virtue.

"The road I built to Ainfal, what did you encounter?"

"Already in contact with the Alliance of the Holy Land, the other party has also recognized Ain Yug's status."

Oudehert’s complexion was ruddy. For the Melomo people, the Ecclesiastical Alliance is really a distant and desirable existence. In fact, before officially taking office as a pastor, Oudehert had always longed for the order of the sea God.

Being able to get along with the Ecclesiastical Alliance is one of the few in the previous Melomo continent.

"Education country..."

Mayfair's brows frowned slightly, and she was not cold with these new gods. Compared with the interesting mortals that can be appreciated, the new gods are a group of nasty little ghosts.

If it hadn't been for Xiude to express his guilt towards the gods of order, Mephiin would have pulled the body to crush Ainfar's new god.

"It doesn't matter if you have contact with them, try to go as far inland as Ainfal...Forget it, let's settle the matter here first."

Mayfair said in a fake sleep: "The next arrangement is up to you."

"Yes."

Oudehert breathed a sigh of relief immediately, then felt a little disappointed.

Therefore, Mayphy put it bluntly and wanted to be the shopkeeper and delegate all power to himself, but the Pope did not think this was a good thing.No matter what aspect of the ability, the incarnation of the saint is better than the half-hearted one himself.

Oudecht has never forgotten the unparalleled leadership that Mayfyn showed when he walked into Einjug that day.

There is not even a powerful force, which simply uses charm and wisdom to gather all the survivors into a whole, revitalize the entire Ain Yug, and set a development policy.

It’s a pity that Mayfin’s personal leadership lasted only half a year. When everything went on the right track, Mayfin devolved most of the matters, sitting on the god’s seat and hanging up, except for the invincible monsters. Fein would never leave the sanctuary.

Perhaps it is too wasteful to use the wisdom of the gods to manage such trivial matters as mortals.