Above a simple and crude grave in the public cemetery of the small town, Sui Xiong, who was invisible, stared at the tombstone engraved with the words "Mr. Xiong is buried here. He was a good man." He sighed deeply.
The reason of Sui Xiong MK2's death was very common … One day, when he was shopping by the roadside, a frightened and mad bull was rampaging. Seeing that the bull was about to hit an old man who was selling vegetables, he quickly rushed over to push the old man away. However, he was hit by the mad bull and died on the spot.
There was nothing unacceptable about this way of dying. He asked himself. Dying to save someone was not a bad way to die.
He just felt a little regretful.
He hadn't finished the task of experiencing life and understanding the moral values of the people in this world!
He thought for a while and created another doppelganger.
He still carried his memories from Earth, but he had made some slight adjustments. He had changed from a frail scholar to an agile, burly man. Things like his background had also been slightly adjusted to avoid overlapping with the previous "Mr. Xiong."
Of course, advanced language proficiency was still necessary.
With this kind of skill, I won't die for such a small thing. Seeing "Sui Xiong MK3" settle in a small village as a "lost traveler" and work as a lumberjack, he nodded and left with peace of mind.
Back at the amusement park, he began to think about how to create a body for Overa.
First of all, the body of a centaur would definitely not work!
This was not only for the sake of secrecy, but also for the sake of safety.
Of course, there were orcs and half-orcs in the amusement park. The majority of the orcs were half-orcs, while the orcs were lion-men and bearmen. They were the believers of the Steel Lion and the Silent Warrior respectively. But he was sure that there were no centaurs in the entire amusement park!
Centaurs were a relatively closed race. Except for the holy war with the orcs, they rarely left the prairie. Even if some centaurs transformed into half-orcs and changed their religion, most of them would soon become the believers of the evil "God of Centaurs" because of the influence of their bloodline. They would fall into the abyss and become demons.
So, it was not that there were no centaurs wandering on the Main Plane, but there were very few of them.
If a centaur suddenly appeared in the amusement park, it would definitely attract attention. Not good, not good!
Moreover, Ovela was so powerful that Josh and Frost had to work together and plot against her in order to kill her. If she regained her strength and caused a ruckus, it would be a huge mess!
Imagine, a person who was not far from the legendary realm, comparable to Leon before the Battle of Garth Port, and also good at magic … Such a destroyer, smashing here and there in the amusement park, and throwing large-scale destructive spells everywhere. What would the result be?
Sui Xiong shook his head and drove the horrible image out of his mind.
"Alright, I'll make a body with less destructive power!"
He pondered for a moment and decided to make a human body.
About two hours later, in the world shielded by soul power, Ovela saw the new body Sui Xiong had prepared for her.
`It's not right, is it? 'she said.
"What's wrong?" Sui Xiong asked.
"I'm a centaur, how can this be a human?"
"There are no centaurs in my amusement park. It would be too obvious if a centaur suddenly appeared."
Ovela pondered for a moment and said, `This woman is a little short, and she doesn't look strong enough. "
She emphasized, "It's okay if she's a human, but at least she should be stronger. This woman is so skinny, and I'm afraid she weighs only about 50 kilograms. She could be blown away by the wind … At least 100 kilograms! "
"Please consider her height. If this head weighed 100 kilograms, it would be round!"
"Then pull the head up a little!" Ovela used her fingers to play with the hair on the head of the body that was standing up against gravity. "Including this hair, it barely reaches my chest. This head is so miserable!"
"It's just a lecturer, not a fight. Do you need to be so tall?" Sui Xiong asked.
"It's not convenient to be short!" Ovela emphasized. "When I teach people about priests and priests, I always talk about the making of statues, the size of podium and altar … things like that. Look at this woman, standing behind the podium, you can't see her if you bend down a little … "
"You can't see her. At least you can see the hair on her head."
"What's the use of seeing hair?"
Sui Xiong laughed and hurriedly changed the topic. "But look, she's beautiful. And she's not as weak as ordinary human women. In fact, her muscles are quite strong … "
"She's not even as tall as my javelin. What's the use of having strong muscles?" Ovela said disdainfully. "I can beat a group of women like her with one charge!"
"You've already become a civil servant. Why do you care so much about fighting strength?"
"But it can't be like this! She's short and small, and she doesn't even have a tail. She's so miserable … "
"… Humans don't have tails."
"She doesn't even have a tail. She's so ugly …" Ovela looked sad. "My handsome golden tail …"
Sui Xiong suddenly had an idea. He waved his tentacles, and the body's blond hair, which was originally tied into three complicated British-style buns, was suddenly untied and replaced with a free and easy ponytail.
"Look, a golden tail," he said.
Ovela sighed deeply. She didn't want to argue with this hateful jellyfish god anymore.
She could see that no matter how much she protested, this guy would never adjust that body again.
The next day, the Church of the Void Mask had a female lecturer named "Pan Zhuogeng."
Although no one had ever heard of this surname, this masculine and beautiful lecturer soon attracted everyone's attention. She was knowledgeable, sharp-tongued, and skillful in martial arts. What was particularly interesting was that the golden hair on her head would often change according to her mood. When she was in a good mood, it would stand up high, and when she was in a bad mood, it would hang down, just like a barometer.
The half-baked clergymen of the church soon took a liking to this lady teacher, who appeared to be fifteen or sixteen years old at most, and it was said that some paid Hugues, the bard who usually sang in the playground square, to write her a love letter, which he insisted on calling himself 'Schwalier von Stolovsky Franz'.
Unfortunately, although this teacher Pan Zhuogeng accepted the love letters, she didn't even open them. Instead, she used them as materials to demonstrate survival skills such as "drilling wood to make fire" and other outdoor survival skills.
When the thin wooden board that had been crushed into sawdust rose up, who knew how many innocent young men's hearts were broken.
"Looks like she's very adapted to the new environment." Sui Xiong, who was hiding outside the lecture hall, couldn't help but laugh when he saw Ovela waving her pointer and whipping an idiot who couldn't learn how to draw a prayer plate according to astronomy and seasons.
He could see that Ovela seemed to be very angry, but in fact, she was very merciful.
Although this body couldn't exert all of her strength, as long as she was serious, she could break the man's bones in one hit. The only problem was how many bones would be broken, and whether she needed a doctor or a priest.
After solving this problem, he negotiated with the souls of the other high-ranking priests.
Unfortunately, these high-ranking priests were really stubborn. Two of them even planned to self-destruct their souls. Finally, Sui Xiong had to seal them in the gem again and let them have a good sleep.
After dealing with the six priests, it was almost autumn this year.
The autumn weather was crisp and the crops were abundant. It was also the time for many churches to hold grand celebrations.
The Church of the Void Mask would also hold a celebration at this time. They would pray at the sacred altar to resurrect the believers who had died in the past year who still had a great attachment to the world.
Although there were not many believers who could really be resurrected every year, and it was completely incomparable to the situation where many churches could perform the resurrection as long as they had enough money, the resurrection ceremony of the Church of the Void Mask was more pure and closer to the believers' lives.
Or to put it more bluntly, except in this church, ordinary civilians had absolutely no chance of getting the chance to be resurrected.
"Your Majesty, what you're doing is not wise at all." As a believer of the Iron Hoof Master, Ovela, who now went by the name of Pan Zhuogeng, would certainly not participate in the big ceremony of the Church of the Void Mask. Like Snow and the others, she watched the ceremony from afar. And when she saw the dead being resurrected one by one, reconstructing their bodies in the ashes of the burning corpses of cattle and sheep on the altar, staggering down, and crying with their long-awaited relatives, this super-professional clergyman couldn't help but criticize.
"What's not wise?" Sui Xiong, who had left a doppelganger here, asked curiously.
"As a god, dignity is more important than grace. You should first put heavy pressure on the believers, and then give a little grace, and that will be enough to maintain their devout faith, "Ovela said." People are like cattle and horses. If they eat too much, they will get sick. "
"In total, less than one-tenth of the dead can be resurrected. How can it be said that they are 'full'?" Sui Xiong asked.
"The grace of resurrection should be obtained after a great sacrifice. Look at them, which one of them has made a great sacrifice? " Ovela shook her head and said, "These people are just the cornerstones of your church. It doesn't matter if one more or one less. You should spend more of your great power on those powerful, excellent, or extremely devout believers, and not waste it on them. "
"But they really need this grace," Sui Xiong said with a smile. "If my power is not enough, then it's fine. Since I have enough power, then I'll help them."
Ovela turned her head, and her emerald eyes stared at the floating jellyfish with the same color as her own pupils.
She didn't say a word, just looked at Sui Xiong very seriously for a long time, until he was a little uncomfortable, and then she spoke again.
"From the point of view of a clergyman, I want to criticize you, because naive methods can't last," she said. "But from the point of view of a mortal, I hope that your naive method can last for a long time."
"Based on my personal experience, such a naive approach is nothing more than a fleeting dream. But before I go to the kingdom of my Lord, I will help those who are as naive as you, so that this sweet dream can last a little longer. "
"Good!" Sui Xiong smiled. "Then it's settled. Do your best."
"No problem."
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