Chapter 1166 Your Essence Is the Sun? No, You Are Not a Lens, Are You?

"Such scars..."

Grete racked his brains desperately. It's a pity that he knows too little about gods, or the power at the legendary level, to be able to see through the nature of this scar at a glance;

His power is too weak to study the sun god's power and the black scar attached to his body through direct exploration.

That powerful, fiery existence seemed very close, but in fact it was infinitely far away. It was so far away that even if he stretched his mental power to the limit, the body of the sun god was still somewhere far away from him.

And if the divine body got too close... Gretel had no doubt that the high-intensity light and heat would definitely burn his bones into dregs before he got close enough.

Even, with his power, he could only see the image shown to him by the sun god. Vision can form illusions. The higher the power level, the stronger the visual distortion effect.

For example, at the atomic level, the configuration of protons, neutrons, atomic nuclei and outer electrons is very likely to be completely different from what a layperson can understand by looking at pictures...

Grete had no choice but to bite the bullet and try his best to communicate with the other party in words:

"Your power...what is the nature of your power?"

"I am the great Sun God! My power is the power of the sun!"

In the void, rumbling sounds continued to echo. Gretel silently complained:

The power of the sun?

The power of the sun is the power of nuclear fusion, a process in which the nuclei of hydrogen atoms (mainly deuterium) with very small masses merge with each other to generate a large amount of energy and generate a new element - helium.

You keep saying that your power is the power of the sun. Have you touched the mystery of nuclear fusion?

Of course, Grete would not dare to ask such a question.

In this world, he has just observed things like alpha rays, beta rays, and gamma rays. He has not even opened the door to the nucleus, and nuclear fission is out of the question;

As for nuclear fusion, he has not yet begun to verify whether there is nuclear fusion in this world, let alone confirm that the sun produces energy through nuclear fusion;

And, even if the power of the sun is nuclear fusion, what does that have to do with this indigenous sun god?

In the legendary battles he had watched before, the energy of a legendary spell seemed to be incomparable to an atomic bomb explosion. If this sun god could really rub a hydrogen bomb with his hands, how could he be hurt by a mere legend?

Nuclear fusion and other things should be ruled out first. Gray regained his composure and said slowly:

"I understand. Your power is infinite brilliance, enough to illuminate the entire earth; and infinite heat, enough to give life to all things. Is that so?"

"You're barely right." In the sky, a reluctant hum came from afar. Grete pondered for a moment:

"Great Sun God, why does your power drop to its lowest point on the day when the day is shortest?"

A moment of silence. Gretel pricked up his ears and listened, thinking:

If it is truly the power of nuclear fusion, then there is no reason why it should reach its lowest point on the winter solstice. It weakens in winter, grows in summer, weakens at night and grows during the day...

Does this mean that the sun god in front of him only uses part of the sun's light and heat, and he has no way to achieve nuclear fusion?

"Isn't this... always like this?"

The sun god finally gave the answer. Grete shrugged:

Well, sure enough just use this light and heat. Maybe it can be stored or partially simulated, but most of the time, it might just be refraction?

In other words, the essence of this being worshiped as the sun god by the natives may be a huge lens...

Grete decided to ask again to verify his judgment. The most important criterion for judging the power of the Sun God is topics related to solar eclipses:

"If there was a solar eclipse in the sky, I mean, something was covering the sun and making the sky dark, would it interfere with your power?"

"No...there is no such thing!"

The voice of Sun God Viracocha wavered for the first time.

The sound was like thunder, echoing in this space. For a moment, even the golden mist in the space seemed to be about to collapse.

Grete was startled and quickly changed the subject. One thing to note when asking about medical history is not to arouse the patient's irritable and confrontational emotions——

This sun god really knows how to make trouble when he gets excited and irritable! In other words, even if he didn't mean to make trouble, if he vented his emotions, he wouldn't be able to eat and walk around——

"Great Sun God, that villain who blasphemed you and harmed you, what is the nature of his power?" He quickly changed the topic:

"In other words, what is the color and shape of that power? Why does its power hover around you and cannot disappear for a long time?"

"He tore me apart! He blasphemed me!" Viracocha, the sun god, was excited again. Gretel waited patiently for a while before hearing his description:

"I have never seen such power... Such power... It is also light, extremely bright light, shining light... It seems to be white, and it also seems to condense all the colors I have seen..."

Putting a prism in front of white light can separate seven colors of light. And seven colors of light, plus black and white, can modulate all colors in the world...

Gretel sighed pitifully.

It's terrible to be uneducated. As long as someone conducts a prism experiment on the Sun God, he also knows this simplest scientific principle. However, the shot was a white light. It seems that this legend is the orthodoxy of the Glorious Holy See?

Grete thought silently. However, the Sun God's next words instantly made his heart skip a beat:

"Every ray of light, every color, is condensed with very terrifying things... Countless debris, countless particles... They pray, praise, and sing to another existence..."

For a moment, Gretel's hair stood on end.

Countless particles, countless detritus that can pray, praise, and sing. What's this? What are these things?

For a moment, he thought of Heaven Mountain and the Heaven Mountain that he had witnessed with his own eyes and came to earth in the legendary battle.

In that pure, white, and glorious 7-story mountain, farmers farmed, craftsmen made, warriors trained, and priests sang...

What if those figures are not illusions simulated by magic, but real ones?

Year after year, generation after generation, where are the souls of all the devout believers under the glorious Holy See?

In peacetime, he provides strength to the Holy See in Heaven Mountain, but in wartime, he even becomes the Holy See's most powerful weapon...

What about the so-called paradise?

What about the so-called eternal life?

What about the so-called eternal joy and peace that God promises devout believers? !

"They...those debris, what kind of power do they have?" Grete asked tremblingly. Viracocha, the sun god, roared:

"They transform my power! Devour my power! I have to use many times more power to destroy them and burn them..."

If these debris are really believers of the Lord of Glory, then the essential gap in power will cause Viracocha to suffer a great loss...

After all, the Glorious Holy See's understanding and research of "light" is obviously superior to this indigenous sun god.

Grete sighed softly. In the sky, golden mist rolled, and Viracocha roared angrily:

"I need your power! Gretel, if it's not a blood sacrifice, I need your power to destroy them!"

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