Chapter 1337 Sorry, No!

In the paddy fields where the wheat seedlings are yellow, the land is cracked, and the farmers with yellow sand on their bodies look at the shriveled ears of wheat in their fields with helplessness and despair on their faces.

After trying a series of rescue measures, but they all failed, they finally pinned their hopes on the illusory and invisible god.

So after asking the village head to invite the nearby famous mages and temples to congratulate, a grand ceremony of praying for rain began.

But it is a pity that no matter how much money the villagers spend, how rich the sacrifices they buy, how hard the dancers dance, and how promising the villagers are, the sky is always sunny and cloudless. There is no tendency for clouds to gather.

"Such a devout worship and prayer, don't you want to respond?" In the humid big lake, the young man in Chinese clothes asked softly, staring at the big snake sleeping peacefully at the bottom of the water.

So, the big snake with spirituality and a bit of majesty suddenly woke up from the dream, and then looked at the existence in front of him with a vast divine light, hurriedly lowered his head,

"I don't know God is coming, but I still ask God to make amends!"

"Aren't you getting any rain now?"

"God, you think highly of me. With the weather like this, how can I have the ability to rain down enough to satisfy them?"

The serpent, whose body was pure white and whose scales were as crystal and round as jade, replied embarrassedly, and it was the god of water and water that the villagers in the village not far away worshiped to pray for rain.

"If you do your best, you can do it."

"But if I really do this, I will turn back into the original ignorant wild snake." The big snake replied cautiously, flicking its long and thin tail.

"Don't you want to? That's right, the effort is completely out of proportion to the gain. This is the normal choice." Morea nodded.

"God, if you have a request, the little god is willing to do his best to meet it." The big snake panicked when he saw Muria's attitude. Although he didn't know the origin of Muria, the divine light on him was beyond doubt. showed his identity. Needless to say, what does a god who can wander around represent, of course, it must be the existence that it needs to look up to today.

"Don't force yourself, just choose whether to respond to the demands of mortals according to your own ability."

Muria calmed down the big snake, which was suitable for being scared by him, and then his figure gradually disappeared from the eyes of this little water god.

"Where did this great god come from? It is so powerful,

But why have I never heard of the legend of this god before? It's unreasonable! "

The big snake scratched its head with its tail in some doubts, but couldn't figure out the reason at all. So it quickly gave up thinking, and focused on the mortal sacrifice not far away.

After a little hesitation, it chose to give up collecting sacrifices and respond to prayers. It felt that it was unable to force down the heavy rain that met the requirements of those mortals.

And just when Orochi was hesitating whether to continue sleeping? Muria has already begun to travel in the realm that looks quite special in his eyes.

Well, special, anyway, according to Muria's evaluation, the realm he is in is a very good place, if possible, he will try to conquer it in a peaceful way as much as possible.

And its special feature lies in the temples and temples that accompany the formation of cities, towns, and villages, large and small gathering places of intelligent races in this realm.

In these temples and temples, different gods are enshrined, or they are simply some goblins and wild monsters, alien existences who are willing to give shelter, and this is the most special place.

This kind of earth god system that seems to be scattered and not condensed in one place, Muria has seen it in the realm where his student Jiuli rose, but the realm he is in now is completely different.

In the realm that has been closed by Jiuli, the earth gods are fighting on their own, like a warlord separatist regime. Every earth god wants to swallow and merge the earth gods who are weaker than themselves.

But in his realm, although there are also a large number of earth gods, these earth gods hardly conquer each other. They intend to strengthen themselves, and it seems that there is a stronger existence that suppresses everything.

This is Muria's judgment. The relationship between the earth gods in this realm is too peaceful, and such a peaceful environment is not normal at all, and the only explanation is that there is a supreme self-improvement. Power crushes everything.

Although it was not free, Morea liked this environment, because it was this environment that gave birth to the weak spirit he encountered when he first entered, so he gave up the plan to conquer this place with absolute force.

Of course, it doesn't mean that everything in this realm is good, there are still many imperfections, there are still things that make Muria feel unhappy, and there are still filth in the dark places where the sun can't shine breed.

But overall it is really good. At least Muria is quite satisfied. After he plans to gain the dominion of this realm, he will use force to clear the realm, which makes him feel disharmonious. An eyesore of everything.

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And several months passed leisurely in Muria's travels, and then one day, when Muria met a swordsman who took the initiative to find him, his leisurely travel time became It's declared over.

"Why didn't you find me later? Such a relaxing time is very difficult for me. I don't know if there will be a next time."

The young man with black hair and golden pupils stood up from the dining table leisurely and naturally, stretched his waist, and looked across the street at a swordsman who was slowly walking towards him with a sword at his waist.

"If you let you hang around here, my two sisters will go crazy. But let alone them, even I can't stand it. After all, your Excellency is really strong."

Along the way, as if he didn't exist, the swordsman who passed through the crowd in the downtown finally stood in front of Morea, and then looked at Morea carefully.

"It's okay, I'm not really strong, I can only say that it's mediocre, barely passable." Muria was extremely humble, facing a true god who held a priesthood related to combat, he couldn't float, Feel like everything is under control.

"Your Excellency is really too humble. Even if you are at the other end of the gate, you should be considered a strong man with your strength."

"Hey, it seems that my background has been exposed." Morea sighed with some annoyance.

"It's not difficult to discover your origin. After all, your strength lies there. Only this explanation is the most reasonable."

"Oh I got it."

"So, sir, have you seen enough? If so, may I ask you to return to your original place?"

"Well, I'm going to say sorry, I can't!"