Twenty Sided Dice

"The child's name is Megan," Siegel looked up at Janet with a smile: "If you don't object. (Pinyin of biqiwu

"Meghan is fine." Janet reached out and tugged at Siegel's cheek, naughty like a child: "In other words, you're a god? It doesn't make any difference to the touch!"

"For the time being. Maybe in the future I'll have fire in my eyes, a holy radiance all over my body, or wings formed from the elements behind my back. Well, I'm joking, the outside hasn't changed, but the inside has changed a lot. In short, the sea Mu Ling is safe and can live in peace in the future."

"That is, you don't have to listen to the prayers of the believers and answer their requests?" Janet expressed disbelief.

Siegel pointed to his head, tapped his fingers and said, "Actually, I can hear it anytime, anywhere, but I just ignore it. As long as the magic works normally, it's fine without the temple of the magic **** before. ?"

"Actually, you can build a shrine and then find some priests to work for you, and so can mages." Janet said: "During the time you were away, the mages association and the Star Kingdom really came with a lot of orders that could not be refused. The entire territory It's all busy. Fortunately, you left the Maker Golem and Star Cable, otherwise there will definitely be flaws. Speaking of which, Star Cable has shut itself down, and so are all Myr energy cores. Did you come up with this? matter?"

Siegel nodded, then closed his eyes. He reopened a few seconds later and said to Janet, "It's back to normal."

In fact, it is not only returning to normal, but also eliminating hidden dangers together. Before Siegel left, he already knew about the colony ball's plan, which required a large number of Myr nuclei and space teleportation arrays. The latter can be handed over to the Federation, but the core element of the former can only be done by oneself. In order to hide the truth that he was not in Heimland, he asked the maker golem to use magic spar as a material. Create pseudo-element aggregates. This kind of material can make the Myr core work, but it will last for a stable period of about ten years, and it will eventually become a splendid surge of elements.

In fact, even his own elemental aggregates are not perfect. At most fifty years of life. The only advantage is that there will be no explosions and surges, it will only slowly extinguish. After possessing the power of magic, knowledge and prophecy. Siegel soon improved the elemental aggregate core, making it safer and reproducible.

To be a **** requires God's rules. Although Siegel found it troublesome to build a temple, he still needed the faith of his followers to maintain the fire. This has replaced his thirst for food and is closely tied to God's identity. Through the Myr core, through the magic spar, Siegel knows that he can surround many beneficiaries, more widely than providing healing or something. These people will closely integrate magic with their own lives, and will become dependent on the concept of magic. This is more efficient than any kind of temple.

"About that illegitimate child," Siegel thought it was better to say it directly: "I told his mother before, and she refused my help. If it is not an emergency such as a call for help, generally don't pay attention to them."

"Are you taking care of my feelings?" Janet asked.

Siegel nodded, there was nothing to hide. "This kind of thing is not what I want it to happen, and there is no perfect solution, just like life, it can only be better, never the best. Maybe hundreds of years later, I'm still alive. But at that time It is impossible for Hou to experience life."

"Aren't you going to immortalize us? What a stingy god." Janet deliberately changed the subject and crossed over the illegitimate child. In any case, Siegel has also become a magic god. Keeping him obsessed with such trifles would only backfire and lead to chaotic results. Is it any good to have a quarrel with God, or make a big fuss?

"Through cloning, you are close to eternal youth, and you don't need me to use divine power." Siegel pointed to himself and said: "What I worry about is myself. The divine power will continue to erode me, making me lose my mortal nature and become Just like the lich, there is no longer any joy in life. All gods are actually like this. They slowly leave this world and become puppets in their own kingdom of gods. The fire of God goes on and on. Constantly looking for new victims. Of course, From another point of view. What Shenhuo is looking for is also a soul with a sacrificial spirit, and it will sacrifice itself in the end.”

Janet blinked, pondered for a while, and suddenly said, "Don't you think it's strange? Why is there such a mechanism that the gods keep getting weaker? Is it necessary for **** fire and priesthood?"

"It has nothing to do with getting weaker..." Siegel said halfway through, his mind suddenly opened up. When the mind becomes a puppet, it is actually the time when the fire is at its weakest. The new magic **** will only inherit the knowledge of the previous one, but this knowledge is accumulated over time and has nothing to do with the mode of Shenhuo. This is obviously very inefficient, and it is just a path of decline.

Racial gods can last longer than conceptual gods, perhaps because they are closer to the lives of mortals of their own race. It may be for the same reason why demons and devils do not have gods, and at most only produce god-like powerhouses. The gods put their own bodies in the kingdom of gods in the outer planes, far away from the main material crystal wall world. In Outland, the inclination of the plane alone will obliterate a lot of humanity, not to mention the dual effects of Shenhuo.

If you think about it in reverse, what if this is a mechanism for forcing progress? God needs believers to strengthen himself, so he must go to believers, live the same life as them, and know their needs and thoughts, so that he can constantly adjust and adapt to new situations, and continue to strengthen his own strength. The limitation of the crystal wall ensures that God will not use his ability to forcefully reverse the rules, and can be more of an observer and experiencer.

Such a "mortal" life will give back some kind of gift to the gods, which may slow down their assimilation by the **** fire. In this way, killing off "vitality" is to allow the gods to collect or generate more "vitality", and this logic also makes sense. Maybe this is the truth, something that God will keep secret.

Siegel kisses Janet deeply, thanking her for her spark of wisdom. Liel eventually became insatiable and "fallen" faster than the other gods, perhaps because he didn't have a temple. After becoming Liel, he regained his humanity, which shows that experiencing life is still very useful.

"In order to be a person for a longer time, I'm afraid I have to get busy." Siegel decided to promote his own magic spar plan, and he wanted to do it himself. Things in the territory must continue to be stable, at least until Isaac reaches adulthood, this is still his responsibility. If this kind of behavior can effectively reduce the intrusion of divine fire on the soul, Siegel will continue to do it and regard it as the norm.

"At least this time it will not be to avoid danger, but to have a better life." Janet said with a smile. She just felt that her dream had finally come true. A knight, a lord, a magistrate, now a god, and love. There is no safer and warmer home than this. Even if people are always greedy, Janet knows that she will only be greedy in the future to make her children better and happier, without worrying about safety.

The two sat quietly, letting time flow slowly, enjoying this most precious happiness. An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, who can be rich enough to have time to put aside all worries and troubles and truly enjoy tranquility? This luxury is difficult for even gods to possess, and Siegel has only experienced it for a while.

He stood up and saw the future picture through the barriers of time and space. "There is a guest here. It is the saint of the elves. He came from the elves forest, and he is also passing through Master Leia." He said to Janet: "Arrange a place for master Leia, she can no longer return to the elves forest. ."

"What about the Elf Saint?" Janet asked.

"He won't stay." Siegel's tone was a little cold, which made Janet worry again.

In fact, it was not just the Spirit Saint and Leah who came to Heimland, but an entire diplomatic corps. Including the two * divisions of the Art Institute and the three priests of the Moon Temple, the important departments for the management of internal and external affairs of the Elf Forest have sent personnel. They pulled gifts with a unicorn cart and came to Heimland in the name of giving gifts. They are all foils for the elven saints, Siegel can tell at a glance.

With the saints of the elf race gods beside them, can they take the initiative to say something? Maybe the mages in the art institute will have different ideas from those of the elf saints, but they will only announce them after the saints leave. So Siegel only told Janet about the Spirit Saint and Master Leia.

Janet thought that the elves had approached the city of Myr, and she was ready to scold the patrolling cavalry and the spies of Heimland, but the news was that the elves had just set off, and the first messengers had not crossed the hub. Fort, there is still some distance away from Heimland~www.novelmt.com~ On the one hand, he sighed at the strength of the godly husband, on the other hand, he also kept his heart down and prepared for the reception work in an orderly manner. Judging from Siegel's tone, it doesn't take much enthusiasm for these elves.

Siegel looked confident and in no hurry. He spends a lot of time every day caring about Isaac's education, and the rest of the time dealing with Heimland's affairs, and he hasn't even opened the door of the laboratory for many days. When asked why, Siegel just pointed to his head and smiled mysteriously. More than 10,000 clones of him are still trying to absorb the knowledge in the magic tower, and he has no spare energy to learn anything for a long time.

The ranks of the elves were guarded by a hundred rangers, and the banners of the moon-leaves fluttered in the wind, and the hunters rattled. As the city of Myr was approached, the wind was still there, but the flag hung down like wilted vegetables. The elf saint understands that this is the territory of the magic god, and if other forces don't want to make trouble, they will die. So he asked the Elf Ranger to put away the flags, horns, etc. Siegel wouldn't allow them to work anyway.

Eventually, all the guards and advisors stopped in the outer city and stayed in hotels. The elf saint only took Leah to the castle, and even the gift boxes were carried by floating discs with enhanced carrying capacity. He deliberately chose when there was a market outside the castle, so that more people would see the kindness he brought. Siegel sneered, watching him play there. (To be continued.)