BXBX NOVEL Chapter 122: Artisan
Chapter 122: Artisan
Conflicts between the true gods of adjacent paths have also begun to accumulate, and the dispute between the Goddess of Night and the God of War has almost been brought to light.
"It's only been a few years, and it's so chaotic?" This was Truman's sigh when he came to the Church of the Night to check the files.
Under the strong pressure of the Creator, the world has been peaceful for more than a thousand years, but these contradictions will not disappear. Now that the pressure is gone, it seems that the battles owed for more than a thousand years are really going to be made up for.
In the first few years of this new era, he had been hiding in Gensokyo to analyze the Book of Dreams and become familiar with the "real" authority. Now when he came out, he found signs of a divine war outside.
"Herabogen held a ceremony and easily became the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom'..."
The old man becoming a god so quickly is probably related to the death of the Creator, and it is even darker. The old man must have been prepared for it.
"Your Majesty the Pope, this is the latest intelligence summary." An old man wearing a dark golden divine robe and a crown presented the information in his hand.
"Uh..." Truman blinked and said in a strange tone, "Now you are the Pope of the Night."
He had already been kicked out of his position as pope.
Probably in the first year of the new era, the Church of Night achieved great development. Correspondingly, the academic affairs suddenly increased a hundred times, and when the pope could not be found, many archbishops could only ask the hidden angel for instructions.
It was fine at the beginning, but later the Hidden Angel directly appealed and asked the goddess to remove the papal crown from Saint Truman's head and re-appoint the pope.
"..." The new Pope of the Night was speechless. He really didn't want to participate in the power struggle between the Dream Angel and the Hidden Angel!
"Ahem, from now on I will just be a dream angel." Truman coughed lightly and reiterated.
"Yes!" The second-generation Pope of the Night nodded and slowly retreated.
Truman took all the files and browsed through the relevant information.
"That's it..." Truman still didn't find what he needed.
Moss Trappist Order, this is Truman's goal.
It's just that he seems to have arrived a little early. So far, neither the Eternal Sun Church nor the Night Goddess Church has collected relevant information.
"Perhaps we have to wait a few more years?" Truman frowned, "No, the erosion of the source of essence is definitely stronger than the original trajectory. Right now, the 'knowledge wilderness' may have begun to erode the only one in the 'Hermit' Sex."
After Truman obtained the characteristics of the "Emperor of Knowledge", he had already used the power of "causality" to explore the uniqueness of the "Hermit".
But firstly, because he did not have enough understanding of this uniqueness, and secondly, because of the inherent hiding and secret-keeping characteristics of the "hermit", he gained nothing.
"Stiano?" This was the man who founded the Moss Ascetic Order in Truman's memory, but he had no impression of this person.
"The 'hermit' can't get through, so the 'perfect one' will do it." Truman took out the civilization scroll. He still knew something about this "craftsman".
"Gather!" The "Craftsman" path is more realistic and does not have the characteristics of secrecy and confidentiality. Therefore, Truman directly used the "real" power to enhance the cohesion between the civilization map and the characteristics of this path.
"This way!" Truman wandered away directly, entered the spiritual world and grasped a certain connection more clearly, and teleported directly to the fixed point.
"Cang! Cang!"
Truman walked out of the space passage and heard the sound of forging. What came into view was a huge metal furnace, which was burned by some extremely high-temperature black flames.
"This... fits the stereotype!"
"clang!"
The sound of blacksmithing continued, and Truman walked towards the source of the sound without revealing his figure.
The metal furnace occupies more than half of the room, and the other half is piled with various metals. There is only one aisle that can be passed by one person.
Truman walked along this corridor to another room.
"Failed again..."
He heard a sigh, and soon saw a thin figure swinging a metal hammer to strike the ore.
"Why is it so difficult to guide civilization?" The figure sighed doubting life.
"Are you preparing for the ceremony of the 'Civilized Enlightener'?" Truman drew this conclusion from the metal.
If today's human civilization does not include various extraordinary abilities, it is actually not much different from the bronze civilization in Truman's perception.
The various traces of these metals indicate that their owners were probably looking for a metal that was more superior than bronze.
"Who!" The thin figure suddenly woke up when he heard the voice, and metals made by integrating various characteristics suddenly appeared around him.
These metals combined with each other formed a huge human-shaped creation, protecting the slightly thin figure in all directions.
And those scattered metals combined into metal knights one after another in a very short period of time, tightly surrounding Truman.
This is... the mystical version of Gundam? Truman looked up.
"Huh?!" The machine with extraordinary momentum and a height that could crush a giant suddenly stopped, and the people inside saw Truman's true appearance.
"Your Highness Dream... No, I should be crowned Your Majesty!" The tall giant awkwardly saluted Truman.
"You seem a little afraid of me?" Truman looked at this "craftsman" with interest, sensing fear and other similar emotions.
"This..." "Artisan" was indeed a little frightened, "I once saw you kill the Lord..."
He, who was already the first in the angel seeking promotion sequence, was also qualified to watch the assassination.
Um... Truman was slightly speechless. Is the first impression such a bad one?
"Are you still a believer in the Creator?" Truman tried to keep his tone as gentle as possible.
"It used to be." The "craftsman" knew that the leader of Truman had "dream" power and did not dare to hide anything.
"So now you start preaching on your own and are you ready to do something big?" Truman said jokingly.
"I..." "Artisan" opened his mouth slightly, but was speechless. He wants to become Sequence One. Who doesn't want to become a god?
But probably the psychological shadow that Truman had given him was too great. In addition, Truman suddenly came to the door, so he was a little scared and did not dare to disarm.
"There's no need to be afraid. I'm not going to kill you to get your traits."
The huge "craftsman" was frozen and speechless.
"Are you planning to find a metal to replace bronze and then spread it among humans?"
Truman knocked on the metal knights around him. These metal knights were not weak, and with the blessing of some kind of knowledge, they could probably reach the level of demigods.
This is probably the ability of the Sequence Four "Alchemist" of the "Artisan" path.