Giant of Light: I am the Old Ones

Chapter 313 Harius and Ptolemy
College, Helfon Branch.

This small country in Northern Europe is not well-known internationally, but perhaps considering its political influence, the college branch here is the largest in the entire Europe.It can even be said that this country is basically under the control of the college.

The upper class of the entire country is basically graduated from the academy, and some special sequences are also trained here.

Today, Helfon welcomed a special guest.

Harius handed the coat and umbrella to the attendant and walked quickly into the college hall.

Ptolemy was there waiting for him.

In a sense, both of them are aliens, and they have a kind of contempt for low-level monkeys like humans.

"It's really good. You are actually able to block the reaction of the spell machine."

Ptolemy seemed to have known Halius for a long time, and it is not known whether the academy knew about the fact that this prophet had contact with the Kyrielode people.

Harius said concisely: "Level [-]."

There seemed to be red-gold lines shining in his pupils, revealing a noble aura.

Ptolemy nodded slightly and said, "Go to my room and talk, my friend."

The two of them hugged each other's arms like close friends and arrived at Ptolemy's office.

In fact, few in the academy knew of Ptolemy's prophetic status.

They have become accustomed to the leader's elusiveness, not to mention that friends often come to visit.

"You successfully defeated Sphia's devouring. Congratulations, Harius. In terms of biological personality, you have surpassed many races."

Ptolemy said happily that this also proved the feasibility of controlling the Sphia giant.

Harius leaned on the sofa and said casually: "Ptolemy, when did we meet?"

The latter said: "One thousand, seven hundred years ago, you were still in another universe at that time. I did not expect that the Kirialodians would be exterminated in that universe and come here. Among your race, you The only individual I've ever met who was kind enough to communicate with."

Halius nodded and sighed; "Our god is dead."

Ptolemy was stunned suddenly, and then said: "Didn't you die a long time ago? It is because of your belief and worship that your civilization has become tyrannical and arbitrary, and it is going to perish. Now that the god is dead, those suppressions will gradually By disappearing, you finally have a chance to move towards a normal civilization."

Harius raised his head, showing confusion, and said: "But there are more than a dozen elders in front of me. They have known for a long time that God is dead and there is no way to save it. But they know that power comes from long-term Traditionally, before the belief change you mentioned comes, the oppression will become more and more serious. Many of our tribesmen no longer have the ability to listen to God’s teachings except for normal power induction. All information comes from Those elders. When I became an elder, it was the first time I heard those rotten old people hinting this to me and asking me to join them. Only then did I realize that they accepted new people not because I was good enough, but because they first found someone. It’s just someone from the new generation who is docile and obedient enough to cooperate with them.”

Ptolemy sighed, walked forward and patted Harius on the shoulder, comforting him:

"I understand your situation. But now you have defeated Sphia and advanced to Kirialodian IV. Power does not only come from tradition, but is also based on the size of the power you possess. You already have the ability , changed your ethnic group. We prophets are happy to restore a prodigal civilization. Even if you are Kyriarodians, I will provide you with help, and the Star Alliance will agree."

Harius hummed, but showed no sign of happiness.

After Ptolemy said these words, he was obviously a little happy.

As a prophet, a member of the so-called intelligent civilization rescue alliance, it is really not challenging to save those civilizations that are just in the midst of a slight disaster.

He longed for greater success and fame, so after the prophets first prevented the Evil God from awakening decades ago, he stayed in this world, hoping to completely resolve the Evil God's crisis.

As for the Kyriairods, a race gradually lost in the belief in gods, if they can be saved and brought back on the right track of civilization development, that would be a worthy mark on his resume!
He slapped the table and said loudly:
"I can send some forces from the academy, and even give you the Sfia giant in my hand to control. According to my research, after a living individual defeats Sfia, the control over Sfia will become stronger It will become stronger and stronger until it is completely unaffected. If you control the Sfia giant, you can avoid the danger of being backlashed by Sfia and becoming a synthetic orc. As for the time to do this, it is up to you to decide! Ha Lius, you will be the beginning of a new chapter for your race!"

Harius continued to sit on the sofa, watching his friend start to think about the future.

He just felt that everything was so peaceful. Since he conquered Sphia, even if his sister was killed in front of him, he would be indifferent.

He just kept going along and agreed to whatever ideas Ptolemy proposed.

The problem is not with the elders who still rule the tribe in the name of God, knowing that God cannot be resurrected.

The problem is, there are new gods, born.

He thought about Harlan. It turned out that the people of Kyriarod had never had the possibility of escaping from their belief in gods and embarking on their own path of civilization development.

A kind of sadness that should not appear in his heart now slowly spread, making him look like a puppet.

Ptolemy said happily: "Don't be so depressed, and don't worry about causing casualties to your people. You are always so kind, and you think too much. Be more decisive. Halius, as your friend, I will always Standing by your side to support you!"

Harius just nodded, pretending to be a reluctant smile, but Ptolemy didn't doubt it.

He knows the character of Harius. This guy also has compassion for human beings. Even if he has the power to resist the erosion of Sphia, Harius must be mourning when he thinks that people will bleed to death under the rule of change. Those tribesmen who will not obey him will definitely be killed by him with his own hands.

Especially his sister, a staunch traditionalist supporter.

Alas, but to lead civilization into a new future, where is the bloodshed?
"I'm making a driver that can make you resonate with the giant Sphia. Are you interested in taking a look? The style is based on the transformation device of a giant of light. With your help, I will soon Can get it done.”

Ptolemy was very happy to share his results. He showed his drawing, an ancient face made of diamonds, inlaid on the main body of the grip.

The forehead of this face is a huge upright crystal that seems to be able to expand up and down.

Ptolemy then said: "If you don't mind, I can design it as the facial mark of your people."

(End of this chapter)