The little pastor is taking care of the weirdness of divinity

Chapter 293 26. If a cow can draw its own god, stop working (Thanks to Dulu_Lula for the 3000 reward
"It seems that soil is an extremely important resource on this planet."

After Chabran confirmed this, he greeted several Dawn crew members and returned to the magic ship.They walked into the experimental room where the plants were grown and shoveled a few more bags of soil.

Although the soil on the Dawn is not too much, it is quite enough.If it is really necessary, they can also cast [Limited Wish] or [Wish] to pray for a large amount of soil.Anyway, their magic rules would only recognize this wish as an extremely simple, cheap, and easy-to-achieve wish.

When Chabron took a few people off the Dawn again, he happened to see——

The dozen metal men were being shouted at by a stronger metal man, who directed the other metal men:
"Get back to work!"

"Isn't it just a creature made of flesh? What does it have to do with you?"

Chabron could not distinguish the facial expressions of the metal men, but they certainly looked like they had encountered something extremely frightening.The metal workers received the order from the supervisor and trotted towards the nearest factory.

The running of a large group of metal men brought the crunching sound of joint friction and the crisp sound of feet stepping on the metal ground.

Chabron followed with several Dawn crew members. He grabbed a trotting black metal man, took out a large piece of soil from the bag, and handed it to the metal man:
"Wait a minute, can I take up some of your time?"

When the black metal man saw the soil, the light in his glass eyes flickered. When the light dimmed, the face of the blond boy was reflected in the glass eyes.

The black metal man looked at the soil in his hand, then looked up at Chabron, and carefully put the soil into a metal bottle - the body of the metal bottle was set smooth enough so that no soil would stick to it and cause waste.

His body was trembling and heating up. If he had a human facial expression, it would probably be seen that he was in extreme shock:

"God, God! Are you gods? So much dirt! Are they all for me?"

Chabolan nodded and asked politely:

"As long as you answer my question, all this soil will be given to you. I would like to ask, is the soil of any use to you?"

The black metal man was stunned for a moment, as if he had never thought about similar problems. The automatic education modules he had received since childhood were all telling him the value of soil.

But soon, he analyzed the reason and said using expression skills consistent with his education level:
"Dirt is wealth, and if you have more dirt, you will be rich. With dirt, you can exchange dirt for any materials you want. I tighten screws in the factory, and then I will get dirt. I can exchange dirt for new parts. , let me live..."

Xia Bron nodded gently, thoughtfully:
"continue."

Since getting the soil, this black metal man has behaved respectfully. He seems to have realized that these people made of flesh do lack common sense about the world, so he explained in detail the value of soil on the metal planet to the crew of the Dawn .

Based on his explanation, the crew of the Dawn generally understood.

Mud acts as a general equivalent on this planet and is also a symbol of wealth, similar to the precious metals on the planet Rioli.

Compared with precious metals, mud is easy to spread and stick to other things when used as currency. Therefore, in fact, the mud coins used by metal people are usually specially made, with strict requirements on style, quality, weight, and ingredients. They are packaged in specially made in a small square.Different types of soil, such as sandy soil, clay soil and loam soil, represent different values ​​and have different exchange ratios.

The black metal man, along with thousands of his companions, works for the factory in exchange for a pittance of dirt currency.

And it was the first time in this life for a black metal person to see so much dirt like today.

The black metal man looked at the meat men in front of him who could easily take out large amounts of soil, and asked in a panic:
"Are you God or God's messenger? I pray to God to make me rich."

When Duncan heard this, he asked with interest:
"Can you tell me which god you believe in? Maybe we are."

The black metal man quickly replied:
"It's Ms. Silver."

When this name appeared in his ears, Chabron suspected that he had heard it wrong several times and exclaimed:
"Ms. Silver?"

But right away he noticed something was wrong.

Since the language used by the black metal people does not mention "silver", nor does it include "lady", a combination of two other words is used to describe this god.

One word means "earth," while the other is an honorific for "people" - here referring to the planet's inhabitants, the metal people.

In other words, the deity worshiped by black metal people literally translates as "earth metal people."However, the translation function of [Blark Words] is quite smart, and the final translation result is "Silver Lady".

Many true gods will spread their beliefs on different planets, and Chabron knows this.The heroic spirits in the Black Sun Army of the King of Kings include warriors from other planets.

However, Ms. Silver’s name on this planet is actually “Soil Metal Man”!Xia Bron suddenly felt a little incredible.

"Yes, it's the Silver Lady. We believe that she is the god who brings wealth, and he looks like this..."

The black metal people were worried that several extraterrestrial visitors had misunderstood.In order to explain what the god he believed in looked like, he led the crew of the Dawn around several factories and came to a square.

In the center of the square, there is a 3-meter-high statue of the god.

This statue looks nothing like the "Silver Lady" on the statue of the planet Rioli. Instead, it looks like an ordinary metal man - the body is made up of several movable parts.Rivets, gears, pistons, gold leaf and intricate mechanisms are clearly visible on the body of the deity.

However, unlike the metal man, the statue is made of clay!This clay sculpture of a god has many features of complex mechanical devices carved into it, making one have to admire the sculptor's uncanny workmanship.

"This statue is actually made of so much clay. It must be very expensive, right?" Chabron asked.

"No, the statues are made of worthless materials. They just look similar to soil." The black metal statue said as a matter of course. "Our own identification system will find that the material is actually ground gravel and corroded metal, rather than the priceless real dirt."

In the square, many metal figures were lying on their knees, praying to the statues of gods.Pray to God that they will earn more dirt.Pray that your salary will increase and you can get one more gram of black soil every month.

The third-ring spell [Spell of Tongue] translates prayers into words that the crew can understand——

"Great Lady of Silver, God made of clay, my left arm has become difficult to use. Please bless me to accumulate enough clay in the next year to exchange for a new left arm..." ·”

"Dear Ms. Silver, the embodiment of soil and gravel. I'm getting old soon. I want to create my own offspring before I can't move at all, and I can collect the 3000 units of desert coins needed to buy cheap materials... ··”

"..."

Duncan looked at one after another praying to the clay statues in order to obtain more clay metal, and smiled:
"Konatsu, don't you think? This scene is really funny. The magic translation makes this scene very funny - obviously they are talking about Lady Silver, but they are actually trying to make a little more dirt."

Chabrin did not laugh.He looked at the praying metal man with a slightly sad expression.

Suddenly, the magician girl Michelle emerged from nowhere and said with confusion:
"Wait a minute, I don't understand. Why does Lady Silver's statue look like this? A robot made of clay? Lady Silver doesn't look like this either?"

Chabron thought for a moment and explained with an example:

"If the inhabitants of this planet were cows, horses, or lions, who could engage in artistic activities like humans and could paint and make sculptures, and these animals used shells as currency. Then, I think, they would think that the Silver Lady looked like Like an ox, horse or lion, and with a body made of shells. A shell sculpture that looks like an ox.”

Speaking of this, Chabron seemed to have a better understanding of the faces of the gods.

Michelle thought about the boy's words, nodded slightly, and suddenly understood the meaning.

Chabron looked around and looked at the factories surrounding him.The clatter of factory iron, the clang of hammers, the rattle of saw teeth, and the squeak of molten metal tips being struck all mingled together.

He asked the metal man next to him:
"What is your factory producing?"

"We produce weapons, produce parts for spaceships, and add simple magic to them. The Star Children's fleet needs them." The black metal man answered.

"Since you can produce spaceships, then the residents of your planet must be able to go to other planets, right?" Chabron looked up at the gray sky and asked again.

What he didn't say was that the soil that metal people cherish is readily available on most other planets.

"No, our planet does not have a complete spaceship." The metal man shook his head - strangely, they also used this body movement to express denial - and said:
"I heard that all complete spaceships belong to the Star Children, and the core [Magic Helm] technology is also in their hands. Some factories are responsible for producing engines, some factories are responsible for producing shells, and some factories are responsible for casting spells and enchantments. And then , the Star Children will take the semi-finished products and assemble them, installing the core [magic rudder] on the magic ship. Our planet has never had a complete spaceship."

So that's it? Xia Bron nodded thoughtfully, roughly understanding the strategy of the Star Child fleet.

A lot of emotions flashed through his green eyes, and then they became cold again.

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Black Rust, this is the name of black metal people.

An older metal man, so old that most of his parts have been scrapped, his visual center has completely failed to function, and even his language ability has almost been lost, created Black Rust.That's how Metal Men reproduce, an instinct buried in the tinsel or wire that drives every generation of Metal Men to do it.

After using up all his savings to buy materials to create black rust, the older metal man walked to the garbage factory alone and never came back.

Black Rust had heard about the past.

Legend has it that many, many years ago, metal men also had physical bodies and came from another planet where earth was everywhere.

Later, a true god known as the "God of Machines" sent an oracle, telling the ancestors of the metal men that living creatures were weak and were gifts from the sleeping evil god.When the end comes, the body made of flesh and blood cannot retain the soul and free will.

So the ancestors of the metal people spent dozens of centuries developing technology and magic, and finally transformed every clan member into what they are now.The abundant magic allows Metal Man to continue moving without the need for energy.Many, many years passed after that, and the Metal Man family finally moved to this planet.

Many, many more centuries passed before the world was what it is now, and it seemed it would always be that way.

Life has been like this since Hei Ruo had memories.Every day, over the workers' quarters, the air is filled with the smell of coal and oil, and factory whistles emit a trembling roar.One by one, the metal men woke up from hibernation and standby. When they heard the roar, they ran out of the small gray house like frightened cockroaches.Run into the tall factory building.The crane's shaft flew through the air and into the darkness.Countless pulleys and conveyor belts spin.Pig iron lathes are on the move, drilling and planing various metals.

Black Rust knows that the world of metal people has a leader. More than 3 metal people on the entire planet are working for the leader, and the leader supplies the Star Children's fleet with what they need.

There is no doubt that leaders are the ones with the most dirt on the entire planet.The dirt he owns doesn't just exist in reality, it also exists on the books, in loan orders and accounts receivable.

All metal people are not forced to serve the leader by mandatory laws. There is just a normal transaction relationship between them and the leader, even if this relationship is separated by many layers.Ordinary metal people work for the owner of the factory, and the owner of the factory provides clay to the ordinary metal people; and the owner of the factory works for the higher-level metal people in the same form. In the end, all metal people directly or indirectly work for that metal person. Only leaders work.

Until today things have changed.A group of extraterrestrial visitors made of flesh came down in a spaceship, bringing a lot of soil with them.Originally, Hei Xiu had to work for at least four or five years to earn the lump of soil, but was randomly stuffed into his hands by visitors from outside.

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After hearing Hei Xi's story, the blond and blue-eyed alien thought for a moment and asked:
"So, if I give everyone soil, won't you all have to work?"

"What, us, all of us?" The black metal man couldn't react for a moment.

Chabron said nothing.

He just picked up a bag of soil, with the attitude of an angel,
He walked towards the metal people who were kneeling and praying around the statue.

A blue metal man had just finished praying to the silver lady.When he raised his prostrate head, he happened to see it,

The dirt fell in front of him.

　Thanks for the 100 tip from just a silver swordsman
　　
　
(End of this chapter)