Tyre's casual words had set off waves in Gwen's heart because he had heard a huge amount of information from those few words!
The sirens were an ancient and mysterious civilization. This deep-sea race that lived outside his "satellite monitoring area" had been a fairly developed civilization since tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years ago. Although the technological development of this race seemed to have stagnated and reached a bottleneck due to the influence of the demonic wave, they had at least continued for a long time. In the process, they had left a lot of observation records of the terrestrial civilization.
Compared to Gwen's later "wait a thousand years for one frame" situation, the sirens' observations were obviously more continuous, more detailed, and more reliable.
So, Tyre's words should be credible.
That is to say, every time the world's civilization was broken and restarted, every time everything was reconstructed, the mortal races would always establish similar religions and always believe in similar gods?
In a situation where the inheritance of civilization had been completely cut off, and even the world had been remodeled, the faith of those gods had actually continued?!
The gods could ignore the influence of the demonic wave. Gwen had thought of this a long time ago. But how did their beliefs appear in the mortal world again and again? The mortal civilization of this "season" had obtained the knowledge of the gods through the Eternal Slate. So, would the Eternal Slate appear in every previous season of mortal civilization?
According to Gwen's speculation, the so-called Eternal Slate was likely to be some kind of storage medium left behind by the ancient "God-slaying Fleet." Had this storage medium become a medium for the gods to continuously revive and retransmit their own information? Or … all this was simply the means of the ancient "God-slaying Fleet." Was it deliberately done by them?
Hao Ren felt that he seemed to smell a conspiracy.
Seeing Gwen's constantly changing expression, Tyre could not help but be curious. "What are you thinking about? Could it be that you're not happy that I'm talking about those 'gods'? You don't believe in gods, do you? "
"No, it's not because of this." Gwen quickly waved his hand. "I just thought of something else. By the way, in the records of the sirens, every civilization on the land has the same god system, right? Then they are — "
"Wait, you probably got it wrong," Tyre interrupted him directly and explained seriously while wagging the tip of her tail. "I mean, every civilization on the land believes in a 'similar' god, not the same god. There is a big difference."
"A big difference?" Gwen frowned. "What kind of difference?"
"That is, the object of worship of several generations of religions seems to have some similarities, but in fact, it feels like they are not the same god." Tyre tried hard to find the most accurate words to describe the history she knew. "Let me give you an example. For example, in ancient times, the civilizations on your land had a tendency to worship the concepts of 'light, protection, and justice,' and in the process, they developed a belief in the holy light. But in fact, the 'God of Holy Light' of each civilization was different. I remember that the oldest God of Holy Light in the records of the sirens was a powerful male Giant Dragon, but the God of Holy Light worshipped by the next generation of civilizations was a dragon, a Crystal Giant Dragon. Well, in your previous generation or the one before that, the image of the God of Holy Light seemed to be a woman. At that time, it was called the Goddess of Light. "
Gwen listened in a daze. When he heard the last part, he quickly stopped Tyre. "Hey, you have to be careful! Don't talk about this with others when you leave here, especially those believers. This topic is too blasphemous. If they hear it, you will be roasted on a pile of firewood. "
"Don't worry, of course I know." Tyre rolled her eyes. "And sirens are not afraid of being roasted by fire. At worst, I will be roasted into steam. When the cold air comes, we will come back with rain."
Gwen felt as if he had heard some amazing racial talent, but he was more concerned about the constantly changing image of the gods. "According to what you just said, the image of the gods of other religions is also constantly changing?"
"Yes, the Goddess of Magic of your current generation was the God of Magic of the previous generation, and the one before that was' Kamandor, the Dragon of Spells'. The God of War of your current generation was a four-headed lion with thorny horns, but the one before that was actually a big-breasted woman," Tyre said, shaking his head. "And it's not just the image that changes. Sometimes the gods also merge or disappear. For example, in ancient times, the God of Blood and the God of War were actually the same faith. At that time, they were called the 'God of Slaughter.' And the God of Commerce that you now believe in was actually divided into the God of Commerce and the God of Contracts in a certain civilization."
Gwen was dumbfounded by the ancient secrets that Tyre had brought up. After trying to figure out the formula in his mind for a long time, he found that it was impossible to figure out the changes and corresponding relationships of the gods, at least not in a short time. So he directly gave up on these details and summed up the most simple and easy to understand conclusion.
Season after season, although the mortal civilizations all believed in the exact gods and idols, on the whole, what the mortals believed in was actually not an exact, unchanging god, but a certain unified "conceptual product" that was almost inevitable in the development of a civilization!
Mortals feared fire, so they had the belief of fire. Mortals yearned for light and justice, so they had the belief of holy light. Mortals needed trade and fairness, so they had the belief of commerce. The worship of war and blood gave birth to the belief of war and blood. The fear of the night gave birth to the belief of shadow and darkness.
Their beliefs initially pointed to a certain concept, and the exact image of the gods should be the product of that.
Therefore, Tyre said that no matter how many generations the civilizations on the land had changed, they were all worshipping "similar gods", but the image of the gods of each civilization was very different!
Gwen could not help but think of the primitive god worship on Earth. In ancient times, people on Earth had experienced similar things. First, they were in awe of a certain phenomenon in nature, and then a more specific god was born from this vague, conceptual awe. But unlike on Earth, in this world …
The gods and the power of the gods were real.
Those gods whose images were constantly changing... If they really existed since ancient times, and also had the same humanistic characteristics as preached by various religions, then would they allow the mortal civilizations to freely shape their image?
Obviously, it was impossible. After all, in the Holy Light Religion, even if there were a few wrong syllables in the prayer, one could be killed by the "divine punishment" of the Holy Light. Those gods would not be so tolerant of mortals.
Therefore, there was only one conclusion: In the religious system of each civilization, the gods really changed... at least, their image really changed.
Gwen could not help but have a very bold question in his mind: Was it the gods who created the humans, or the humans who created the gods?
Following this bold thought, he encountered a new problem: If it was really the "humans who created the gods", then the suspected God of Storm who died in the deep sea, and the God of Nature who died in the Looming Shadow Realm... how could he explain the actual flesh and blood?
Another problem was that the sirens had been digging the "giant squid" since ancient times, and in the process, there must have been more than one round of belief in the "God of Storm" on the land. During this process, who was the "god" of the God of Storm?
It should be known that the power of the God of Storm had always existed. Before the Sons of Storm fell into darkness, their priests could pray to the God of Storm in exchange for the "response of the sea", thus opening a safe route for voyagers in the chaotic endless sea. Such a great power could not have come out of nowhere. Could it be that the God of Storm, who had been gnawed and dug by the sirens, took time out of his busy schedule to reply to his believers?
If that was really the case, then Gawain would have a whole new level of respect for the God of Storms for his dedication.
Gwen's face was gloomy. In the end, he said leisurely, "The relationship between the gods and the mortals... How are they connected?"
Tyre shrugged his shoulders (and the tip of his tail) and said, "This involves the blind spot of my knowledge. After all, we sirens don't believe in gods at all. Even if we do some rituals out of curiosity, we won't get any response from the gods. Your system of divine arts is completely incomprehensible in our eyes, just like how you can't understand the elemental technology of the sirens. "
"It's impossible for you to get a response from the gods." Gawain could not help but give the salted fish demon a sideways glance. "Look at your menu. Don't tell me those gods are rushing to be your sashimi?"
Tyre licked his lips and said, "Speaking of which, I'm a little hungry. Can I have a bite of the big white deer?"
Gwen said without thinking, "No."
"Why?" The siren was obviously shocked. "Anyway, you don't need the big white deer. You don't burn it or eat it. It's a waste to leave such a big piece of meat there."
"Amoun the giant deer is different from the 'big squid'." Gwen glanced at the siren who had begun to drool and waggle the tip of her tail. "Amoun the giant deer is sealed by the force field generated by the pile of ancient weapon wreckage. Didn't Kamel tell you? Now there's a very delicate balance there. God knows what will happen if you take a bite of it. Besides, the gate to the Realm of Shadows is built on the ancient Gondor technology. The ancient technology may malfunction at any time. What if the gate closes when you take a bite? How did you get out of the Realm of Shadows? Are you going to rely on your caterpillar-like method to get out of there? "
Tyre was speechless.
Seeing that the siren was speechless, Gwen sighed and turned to look at the prosperous Cecil City under the bright winter sun.
"Let's continue to bask in the sun."
Tyre curled her lips helplessly. Her long snake tail gradually melted and turned into a snake tail. She then twisted her body and lay down like a salted fish. "So greedy …"
At the same time, in Saint Sunil City, Santis finally stepped onto the ancient land of the Captical again.
He raised his head and looked at the sunlight shining on the rooftops of Saint Sunil City, on the colorful windows of the church, and on the old, mottled walls and towers.
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