Within the Thunder and Lightning Domain, dozens of Thunder and Lightning Warriors gathered together and automatically assembled into even larger Thunder and Lightning Warriors. These warriors were all puppets, and they actually underwent strange changes without Salin's orders.
This was instinct. After Dante became a god, these lightning warriors would become angels sooner or later.
They were also angels, but the half-angels created by Faka had a tragic fate. Without gods, these half-angels were equivalent to children without parents.
Gods are dead, and we can only wither in the light …
Singing came from the depths of the light. It was the half-angels created from human souls. These people were loyal believers of Faka. However, in order to gain experience in creating angels, Faka first used these believers to experiment and created half-angels.
Half-angels had no glory and could not live forever with gods.
The lifespan of these half-angels was only a little longer than before they were created. When Faka was around, they could still be resurrected in the light after their lifespans ended. Every time they were resurrected, their lifespans would be shortened a little. In the end, the angel's core would shatter, and that would be the end of their lives.
The singing lingered. When the half-angels heard the singing, they spread their tattered wings and sped up. If they weren't killed, it would be extremely painful to endure in the divine light.
"The Light Abyss is the divine kingdom of gods, but it's broken." Raphael saw the essence of the Light Abyss. Because these half-angels were in a broken divine kingdom, they couldn't leave without Faka.
They had to endure all kinds of pain, but they couldn't die.
Without food, these half-angels were hungry. When they were hungry, they would kill their own kind. If their own kind ate, they would be punished by the divine light. If they didn't eat, they would suffer endless hunger.
These half-angels had lived enough, but Salin and the others were in a hurry. They were weak, and Salin couldn't even be bothered to kill them. Therefore, the Half-Angels simply attacked Salin and besieged him.
Not to kill the enemy, but to obtain relief.
Could half-angels commit suicide? No, they couldn't. Faka's doctrine was inherited from the God of Light. Suicide was not allowed. After suicide, the soul would be punished even more severely, and they would continue to suffer in the Light Abyss.
They couldn't die, and they didn't want to live. This was the life of half-angels.
Salin was undoubtedly Faka's enemy. The half-angels could smell the enemy. That was their instinct. If he died in the hands of the enemy, at least his soul would be freed.
Hundreds and thousands of Angels were killed by the Thunder Warriors, but Salin didn't do anything. For these pitiful existences, he didn't need to waste scrolls or monster cores.
The Thunder Warriors surrounded Salin, and the Angels surrounded the Thunder Warriors, one after another.
They did not want to win at all. So what if they won? The Gods had fallen, and there was no hope for them in their short lives.
With complicated feelings, Salin watched the half-angels fall.
There was almost no divine power left in the bodies of these Angels. Even if there was a little, it was absorbed by the more powerful Angels. This wasn't enough to fill his stomach.
Angels were rarely hungry, but Angels were simply defective products created by the gods. All emotions, birth, old age, sickness, and death were affected by the Angels.
A forced belief was worthless. What about voluntary belief?
"Raphael, do you miss the Metal God?" Salin asked.
"I really miss him. He was a good god."
"There are good and bad deities too?" Salin was amused by Raphael. Such words were indeed laughable to the mages.
"Of course." Raphael was not angry. "Some deities live by destruction, and some are self-sufficient and don't plunder at all."
"Then what does the Metal God rely on to survive?"
"Civilization."
"Civilization?"
"All civilized worlds will develop all kinds of tools. At first, metal may not be used, but it is inevitable to use metal. Construct puppets are representative. The faith of the Metal God, apart from the supply of angels, also uses the power of metal. "
Salin pondered for a moment and understood. If a farmer used a sickle or hoe, he would have a sense of dependence on the tools and even treat them as part of the family. The Metal God relied on this power to survive. In other words, he didn't need to develop any believers to maintain his divine power and not die.
Which plane didn't need farming? Even in the Dragon Plane, the dragons used metal to create huge mechanical puppets to replace them in farming. Such advanced metal tools and such advanced races would also bring power to the Metal God unknowingly.
Some planes were so prosperous that they even went to other continents to mine metal. When the Myers Continent was at its strongest, human footprints covered the entire Crystal Wall System.
In addition to plundering, humans would also give some skills and various knowledge to the creatures of the subcontinents, including alchemy. Moreover, the human world itself consumed a lot of metal, and a farming puppet would have thousands of parts.
Of course, the most metal consumption was war. In war, countless ore veins were excavated, smelted, and made into weapons. These weapons were what soldiers relied on to survive, and they poured more emotions and wishes into them.
"So, he is indeed a good god. Raphael, do you think the God of Light is a good god? "
"No, when a god is only allowed to have one faith, he is not a good god."
"Who told you this?"
"Father."
"Father … does he treat you like a child?"
"It's different. Gods will not sacrifice for angels, but humans will. But we are angels, and we do not expect gods to do so. "
"Raphael, if one day I go to the Holy Kingdom to fight, will you help me, or leave?"
Raphael smiled and said, "This has nothing to do with faith, identity, race, and so on. I hate attacking the Holy Kingdom, that's all. "
"Then I understand, if such a day comes, I will not bring you."
"Not necessarily. Maybe, your enemy is not only the God of Light, but some gods, you will encounter sooner or later."
After Salin advanced, his mind was clever, and he understood Raphael's words. The Metal God must have died in the hands of other gods. If he happened to attack the enemy of the Metal God, Raphael was willing to fight.
Salin's own rank was getting higher and higher, and sooner or later, he would surpass Raphael. Raphael's real role was her rich combat experience.
Salin needed to train soldiers, to train soldiers like the angels. Most of these soldiers would die in a foreign land, but Salin hoped that more of them could return to the Myers Continent alive.
If they wanted to survive, they must have combat skills. Raphael's combat skills were most suitable for training soldiers.
In Salin's mind, the elite soldiers of the army must be level nine professionals.
Level nine professionals could master some powerful skills, and it was even possible to injure false gods. At least a full blow from a golden sword saint, false gods had to rely on equipment to defend. If they really relied on their divine bodies to resist, they would also be injured.
Salin himself did not need an army. His plan was to make the artifact spirit of the magic booster also become a god. In his own magic booster, there would be three gods, and eventually fuse with the floating city, becoming a divine artifact.
A true divine artifact could accommodate a divine artifact like a kingdom.
Such an artifact could accommodate a large number of angels. Salin did not need any soldiers, but if he wanted to fight against the God of Light in the future, he would definitely have to destroy the God of Light's angel army. He could not do it alone, and he also needed a similar army.
As Salin killed the angels one by one, in a hidden Holy Kingdom in a distant plane, an oracle suddenly died.
There was also death in the Holy Kingdom. This oracle may have lived for tens of millions of years, and such aging was inevitable. In the Holy Kingdom, the God of Light was not there. This was one of the Holy Kingdoms that the God of Light had seized, and he could not be stationed in all the Holy Kingdoms. And before he advanced to level 16, he could not merge the Holy Kingdoms.
This God Nation became a God Nation without a God.
The old oracle died, and there were no gods around to pay attention. In the Holy Kingdom, the gods, oracles, angels, and some common believers did not need to farm. As long as they praised the gods every day, they would not be hungry or troubled by disease.
The difference was that the oracles sometimes had to go out to spread their teachings, and the angels had to participate in battles. And the common believers, as long as they were alive, it was fine. Praising the gods was really not a hard job, just a bit boring.
When the oracle died, according to common sense, his body would turn into pure light and be absorbed by the Holy Kingdom.
When the oracle died, no one around saw it, but some powerful angels felt the aura of death. In the Holy Kingdom, no one would come to check on this kind of thing. Everyone would try their best to live happily, and they would not care about the life and death of others.
The oracle fell under a tree, and about an hour later, he suddenly turned over and sat up. He looked at his body, very satisfied.
"Luckily, I left a way out. Otherwise, I don't know how long I would have to wait to be resurrected. It's a pity that the God's Fire is extinguished, and it will take some time to reignite it. Fortunately, the God of Light is not here, so I can easily steal the God's power. Hey, Salin, I will be back! "
The oracle raised his head, and the muscles on his face contorted, changing into the appearance of Faka. On his forehead, one of the eyes closed and disappeared without a trace.
When this oracle left the Holy Kingdom to carry out the God of Light's mission, he was touched by Faka, and a trace of his soul was left in his body. This trace of soul was like a vampire, absorbing the oracle's power, causing the oracle to age quickly. But the host soul provided power to the oracle, and the oracle did not feel his own aging. Just like that, Faka quietly took away his life.
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