Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 318 Do true believers need to be saved by God?
The God of Heaven is the creator of water and ice, and is also the purest and noblest thing in the world.

The night was like a curtain, torn apart by the black clouds. From the center of the low and oppressive vortex, from the deep and empty space where the storm was calmest, He slowly descended upon this filthy world. Her body was wrapped in a huge crystal, slowly squeezing out of the clouds, reflecting her sacred, beautiful, and inviolable figure in the eyes of mortals on the ground, just like reflecting her own existence in countless transparent mirrors.

The crystal was made of ice and snow from the falling winter. Two chains hung from the dark clouds and intertwined, locking the crystal tightly, like a coffin that buried the cold and numbness of the mortal world. An insurmountable wall was built between the God in heaven and the filthy mortal world where He was about to descend, isolating all filthy things from entering His pure and flawless spiritual realm.

More than one hundred rivers of light rose from the ground and flowed along the sky-high towers into the conical bottom of the crystal. In an instant, it was like a hundred rivers flowing into the ocean, stirring up the dark blue mist that filled the sky. The fragments of the stars and the lamentations of the tides quickly spread along the surface of the crystal and then froze and solidified, as if weaving an icy shell for it, firmly covering the naked and flawless body of the goddess in the water, preventing mortals from spying on Her magnificent beauty that was beyond the work of nature with their naked eyes. They could only fix their sight on the face that gathered all divinity and spirituality, and feel a shudder from the bottom of their hearts.

His face is the face of God, a blend of the complex spirituality inherent in all life and the noble and arrogant transcendent divinity: He can look very kind, like the half-smile in the famous painting "Madame Milosa", with such innocent tenderness and compassion on the corners of his mouth, and he has not yet experienced the cruelty of the world; but he can also be as monotonous and indifferent as a rigid mechanical creation, whether it is the slightly trembling eyelashes on the closed eyes, or the slight curve gently outlined by the thin lips, there is no warmth at all, just a carving under the knife and pen of a living being, or an artificial product etched out of ice, created only to satisfy the fantasy of a living being. Although it has the beauty of a handicraft, it will also make people stay away from it, and unable to have any blasphemous thoughts with their own spirit and thoughts.

Such an extreme contradiction may make people crazy, and even make the most fanatical artists lose their minds, believing that any existing words and imaginations of mortals cannot depict the perfect balance between this contrast between spirituality and divinity. In other words, He is something beyond emotional thinking and rational mechanical logic. Perhaps He was indeed created by the hands of life, but at the moment of birth, He was out of the control of life - or on the contrary, He became the controller of life, controlling their thoughts and beliefs.

Above the goddess' head, a cold and gloomy air current gathered, forming an ice crystal vortex that rotated like a gear, and it looked like a cold silver halo condensed from ice; and behind her were six diamond-shaped thin ice crystal wings, which were not directly connected to the crystals, but floated beside her, moving and expanding leisurely. When the diamond-shaped ice wings flapped against the dark night sky, rolling up a howling storm, countless tiny ice crystals fell from the vortex at the top, fluttering towards the ground, disintegrating and dispersing in the middle, turning into chaotic snowflakes all over the sky, causing the largest snowstorm in Nimsher City in a hundred years.

The dense snow curtain was visible to the naked eye, and soon buried the city, turning the vision into a vast expanse of white. Every building in the city was covered in a white coat, and every pedestrian was attacked by the wind and snow. The river that was just bubbling and boiling froze in an instant, and the shivering aliens and monsters in the river fled one after another, some even fled to the streets, causing panic screams; the blowing snow piled up to people's ankles in the blink of an eye, crushing countless dead trees and railings, making it extremely difficult for people to walk on the wide streets. Looking around, there were snowflakes and ice crystals everywhere, and I didn't know where to escape the disaster.

The traffic situation has fallen into complete chaos. Policemen wearing thick cold-proof clothing and staff from the Natural Disaster Detection Bureau are organizing emergency evacuations. The crowd follows their command and moves slowly in the wind and snow. However, even the oldest building may collapse in a snowstorm of this magnitude, and even the calmest people cannot remain indifferent in the face of such a disaster. The casualties are therefore heavy as one can imagine.

In Queen Ladais's greenhouse garden, the dome, which had a hole in it, could not bear the weight of the snow and collapsed with a rumble, burying half of the branches and leaves, and the remaining half quickly withered in the cold wind that poured into the greenhouse. In the past, the king spent a huge amount of wealth to build this garden that was like spring all year round in order to please his queen. The wealth was full of the blood and tears of the Dolucians, and now it was corrected in their prayers, and the pain that the king had imposed on the people in the past was repaid in another way, proving that the existence of God is not an illusion, but the wish of the people.

Rochelle had walked down the steps and stood in front of the holy stone in the center of the greenhouse garden. He was unmoved by the ruins that covered the surrounding area. It seemed that his eyes could only accommodate such small things. He could see the arrival of the Spirit God of the Spring, who instantly used his great power to shape the snow and winter of Nimsher City, but he could not see His posture of breaking through the crystal and truly coming to the world, because His eyes were always closed, with no tendency to open, as if he had fallen into an eternal sleep.

Of course, because it is not so easy to create a god, the faith of just over a hundred Spring Spirit believers can only shape His body, but cannot awaken His true divinity. If left alone, I am afraid that before the Earth Witch, the Scarlet Night Gate, arrives, the Night Watchmen of Nimsher City and the Arbitrators of the Balance of Order will be able to destroy it and calm this unprecedented snowstorm.

The solution is simple: if you don't have enough faith, make up for it.

At this moment, all the believers have been decomposed into pure faith power and merged into the body of the Fountain Spirit God. The only thing He lacks is a driving core. Therefore, the only person who can make up for this deficiency is Rochelle.

The practitioners of the Wotu Sect had been prepared for this, otherwise they would not have appeared here.

He stared at the golden holy stone in front of him with deep eyes. It constituted the core of the ritual of summoning gods and refining magic. Therefore, some people once called this magic "holy stone magic", but that person had died in the crusade of the cult alliance and the coalition forces of various countries. Together with the conceptual machine god Alexander created by her and hundreds of millions of believers, they were also lost at the end of time and space. The cult alliance, the constructed mecha, the philosopher, the war, the magic, the wizard... The hidden power in this world, the behemoth hidden behind the fog of history, is sometimes so terrifying that it is unimaginable.

However, starting from today.

They will no longer be invincible.

Rochelle pressed his palm on the surface of the holy stone, feeling the warm touch from his palm, blocking the harsh winter frost wind. Suddenly, his mind flashed with what he had said to the Spring Spirit believers before. He said that faith is not such a complicated thing, nor does it require so many gorgeous pretense, as long as you follow your inner desires and say your wishes. Because the gods were born to respond to the prayers of believers, and exist to fulfill the wishes of believers.

So, what is the desire of your heart, the long-cherished wish of your life? If you don't understand this, you can't offer the purest faith, let alone become the core of the conception of God and call Him to wake up from His slumber.

The traveler's mind suddenly flashed with the teacher's old and kind face and his last words before his death, and he suddenly understood something.

He spoke softly, not like the believers before him who used hysterical roars or crazy and greedy demands to express their longing for God, but in a very calm tone, as if he was talking to an old friend he hadn't seen for many years: "My wish is the wish of believers."

“True believers are not saved by gods.”

"But..."

"Save the gods."

As soon as the words fell, the ground trembled and the soil and rocks wailed.

A thick and heavy ochre-colored beam of light shot up into the sky from Yongxia Palace.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)