Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 252: Join the Great Soul Rising
I can’t remember when the Roman Empire became synonymous with mystery.

The once extremely powerful empire gradually closed most of its borders after its decline. Anyone who wanted to enter or leave Roman had to undergo strict and complex inspections.

The super-large magic circle, whose influence covers the entire territory, is always watching over the people.

The few international students who are lucky enough to get the opportunity rarely talk about what this country is like.

Backward, dark, violent, squandering the remaining wealth left by the old empire...

This is how many people view Loman.

But the truth is not what most people think.

If it was really that dire, it would have been divided up by other countries long ago.

It is even more impossible for them to dare to support their vassal states in waging war.

The capital of the Roman Empire, Constantine City.

The huge steam equipment ran day and night, and the thick fog condensed from the exhaust gas made the sky of the entire city dark and gloomy.

These are symbols used to demonstrate the power of the empire, without considering benefits or cost-effectiveness. Therefore, the scale of mechanical creations is far greater than that of the Kingdom of Sutton.

The castle in the city center looks more like a border fortress than a luxurious palace.

This architectural style originates from the history of Roman's rise in war.

Inside the castle, in the empty corridor, hurried footsteps echoed between the bricks and stones, and the slightly dim lighting magic crystal stretched the human shadows very long.

The man came to a room filled with books and scrolls, where an old man in an old robe was studying intently.

"Your Majesty, General."

The man knelt on the ground and spoke excitedly.

This is a title that can only be heard in the Roman Empire.

Your Majesty, indicate the old man in the room's identity as emperor.

The title of general was used because the founder of the empire was a general, so every emperor after that would continue to use the title of general.

People from other countries think this name is wrong, but the Romans still stick to their traditions.

“As a person, you need to be steady and not be so loud. It will disturb the precious knowledge.” The old man said without raising his head.

"Please forgive me."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"A high priest lurking in the capital of the Kingdom of Sarton has already invaded Drogo's consciousness. If all goes well, he will soon be able to seize control and make him a part of the great ascension."

"Oh?" The old man finally raised his head, but there was no change in his expression.

"So the high priest acted on his own?"

"Yes, but I believe that his achievements will make up for the mistakes of acting on his own. I hope that your Majesty the General will not punish him."

The old man sighed, picked up a book that looked very old, and continued to study.

"I won't punish him."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace."

"He will soon pay the price for his impulsiveness."

……

Drogo quickly realized that his current situation was that he had not caught any fish, but was dragged into the water with the fishing rod and the hook.

He clearly remembered that he fell into a trance when he was about to take away the device that had not yet been installed.

I also heard a voice repeating "ascending soul" or something like that.

The other party knew him well enough to even anticipate that he would touch the device out of curiosity.

The dragon was killed by a careless hand.

However, Drogo's emotions are still relatively stable at the moment. As a dragon who has experienced the war of gods, this scene is nothing new to him.

Moreover, he had full confidence in Fulin's abilities. As long as it affected consciousness and was related to illusion, she would always be able to figure it out. It just took time. Coincidentally, his dragon body could last for a very long time.

In addition, Drogo judged that the person who had plotted against him was not trying to kill him directly.

Because Drogo was very familiar with the way the space in front of him was constructed, the other party might want him to relax his vigilance and then negotiate terms.

What Drogo saw was a dragon's nest.

He was in the nest, surrounded by broken eggshells and several other baby red dragons.

They slept huddled together, feeling very cozy.

Looking into the distance, you can see magnificent buildings, which are what the Dragon Kingdom looked like during its heyday thousands of years ago.

A giant dragon noticed the restless little creature in the nest and stood up and walked over.

"Okay, if you want to play this on me, you'd better save your energy." Drogo said to himself.

He believed the other party could hear it.

"As expected of the legendary Drogo," a voice came out of nowhere, and everything around them fell silent. "Most targets would relax their guard in a constructed scenario, but I didn't expect you to remain completely unmoved."

"I think the premise of equal chat is at least face-to-face."

"I hope you won't be offended by this invitation."

Before he could finish his words, a man in a purple robe appeared, with a fancy mask similar to those used in masquerade balls on his face.

It looks familiar, with a strong sense of déjà vu of the mysterious villain in the late stage of chuunibyou in anime.

If Drogo remembered correctly, he should have helped a group of people with this kind of appearance to restore them to charcoal form.

"What if I feel offended? Will you just send me out?"

"I'm afraid not for now."

"Then you have no hope!" Drogo choked mercilessly.

"You really are merciless."

Drogo looked at the mask on the other's face with displeasure and continued, "You call this face to face?"

"It's just a shell. Who am I? What's my appearance? What's the difference? In this space, I can be anyone. Like countless devout people who pursue great souls, I am just one step ahead and have the honor of becoming a priest."

Drogo nodded.

I see, the priest is a charlatan.

To be honest, the way this priest speaks, he must be a senior charlatan.

"Allow me to ask you one more question. How did you realize that this scene was unusual? Everyone who came before you fell into the beautiful fantasy of childhood."

"Then let me ask you, how do you know what my childhood fantasy should be like?"

The priest replied: "The Lost Ancient Country, a Study of the Origin of the Dragon."

"Then I suggest you take a look at the biological research on dragons first."

Drogo pointed to the huddled mass of young red dragons.

"Such a scene would never happen in a dragon's den. The weak cubs have no right to survive. They will die under the claws of their brothers and sisters. The competition starts from the moment they hatch."

I can only say that Sparta is a little too civilized compared to the dragon clan.

When Drogo broke out of his shell, the scene was probably similar to when Marshal Tianpeng was reborn into a pig's womb.

Out of instinct, he threw the other dragon cubs away first.

The speed was so fast that he didn't realize what was happening even though he had just traveled through time.

Drogo's initial panel is really too high, he deserves to become an ancient dragon.

The priest was stunned for a moment, then said: "The dragon race is really a cruel race."

Then he waved his hand to dispel the scene, replacing it with an ordinary room.

There is virtually no lag between scene changes.

Drogo guessed that this was probably not a pure illusion, as illusions could not be so fast.

The priest sat on the chair and told the purpose of contacting Drogo this time, "We have no ill intentions, we just hope that you can join our great cause. The ability you have demonstrated in establishing the Drogo Group is exactly what we need."

Drogo's image was no longer that of a cub, but returned to his most common appearance. "You need me to join you? You used my magic vision machine to cause such chaos, and now you're telling me you need me to join you?" Drogo asked back in a bad tone.

The priest looked unsurprised by Drogo's reaction. "It is a necessary step in a great cause."

"You know, I hate the Riddler, so I have a lot of questions to ask now, if you really want me to join the so-called 'great cause'."

Drogo had no intention of joining in at all, he just wanted to see how much information this priest could provide.

"I'll try to answer."

"First of all, are you the Mammon sect, or did you ever exist in the past as a group of people who called themselves Ascended Souls?"

“We are always us.”

The priest's answer still showed his charlatan nature.

"Titles and code names are not important."

"So what is the career you are talking about?"

In response to this question, the priest's expression became much more serious, and the look under the mask showed extreme piety, just like those fanatics of the church.

At this moment, Drogo realized that no matter what these people's ideas and beliefs were, they were not meant to fool people, they really believed in them.

The priest said, "We will create gods."

Drogo spread out his paws, indicating that he would not believe everything you said.

The priest did not care about Drogo's attitude, but changed the scene of the space again.

A battlefield suddenly appeared.

The endless plains turned into scorched earth, the living fought in chaos, the dead were everywhere, and ten-ring and even higher-level spells efficiently harvested lives.

This is the battlefield during the war between gods.

The most intense battlefield that Drogo could remember had occurred on this continent.

The goal of believers of different gods is to exterminate heretics.

Very similar restoration.

This proves that this group of soul-ascending people have preserved historical records about the war between gods.

It is very rare because the records on this matter have basically been destroyed by the church. The war between gods is now described as a war of redemption by the goddess of magic to save the world and end the chaotic disputes among the gods.

Either the Ascended have recorded history in some way, or they have antiques who have witnessed it with their own eyes like Drogo.

"The gods never love the living beings in the world," the priest said in a sad tone, "They are just blood-sucking worms that depend on all living beings and greedily suck the faith. They first bring suffering and then bring salvation. They are suffering in themselves. Humans never need gods!"

The priest turned and looked at Drogo with a burning gaze.

"And you are becoming His accomplice, allowing the sinful belief in the goddess to grow in those online tricks! Now, an opportunity to change your mistakes is before you.

"Faith is only a part of consciousness. If we merge countless consciousnesses together, we can create a god who represents the will of all living beings. He will be absolutely rational, possess the wisdom of all life, and guide all living beings to the other side of light."

Drogo roughly understood what the Soul Ascendant wanted to do.

It sounds like they want to create a collective consciousness and upload it, so it is called the Soul Ascender.

Regardless of whether it can be considered a god, it looks like a super AI anyway.

Drogo was not sure if this thing had any divine power, just like the Goddess of Magic banned spells of the Tenth Ring and above, so wizards all over the world would not be able to use it.

After all, faith in this world is really a force. Maybe the collective consciousness is not only AI, but can also give birth to some great power or something.

"I see. I have another question. What are those machines of yours that use living things as their core?"

“The best carrier of consciousness is the carrier in which consciousness originally resides.”

"So you use a bunch of brains to store consciousness?"

The priest did not answer directly, but said: "It is not only a manifestation of consciousness, but also a great space. Look around you. You can create whatever you want at will, no longer bound by the flesh."

Not answering directly is usually an affirmative answer.

A group of cultists are working on the human brain network.

Drogo feels that the five-colored dragon is still not worthy of being the face of the evil camp.

"So are these carriers voluntary?"

The priest still avoided a direct answer, saying only: "All are necessary sacrifices in a great cause, they are glorious and valuable."

Drogo now wanted to give this rotten face with the mask a couple of hits with his claws, but unfortunately physical attacks were mostly useless in the consciousness space.

Decide someone's life or death, and then say that the sacrifice is worthwhile.

I feel like being a vegetarian is protecting the earth.

"Then why did you create tieflings?"

Drogo still hasn't figured out why they made such a big fuss about the magic viewer, which resulted in everyone hating them and a lot of tieflings appearing.

It seems to have nothing to do with consciousness uploading.

"Tieflings are the best fit to become cores, but there are not enough tieflings right now."

The priest answered calmly, his voice without any emotion, not at all like the one that just now showed him being indignant about the sins committed by the gods.

Obviously they do similar things.

This is the ultimate double standard.

"Well, thank you for your honesty," Drogo shrugged. He had nothing more to say to the cult's chief priest. "But I don't want to join."

“It doesn’t matter whether you want to or not.”

The priest suddenly sneered twice.

"Why do you think I should spend so much time explaining our goals and philosophy to you and answering your meaningless questions?"

Delaying time?
Drogo responded.

Why delay?
Are they infiltrating their own consciousness?

"For you, what we need is your creativity in building networks and various works, not you yourself. So in simple terms, we don't want you, but your memory and consciousness stripped of emotions."

As the priest spoke, the entire space began to crack bit by bit.

"Even if you are an unprovoked natural disaster or an ancient red dragon, it is no different in the space of consciousness."

The priest's laughter became more and more arrogant.

"I will soon have all your memories and all your ideas. Then, I will become one of the greatest priests among the Ascended Souls..."

"Wait, you said you would get it?" Drogo suddenly found the key.

"Of course, all your memories will become a part of me."

Drogo was delighted to hear the priest's answer.

"I'll tell you in secret that I have a very good memory."

"what?"

"I mean, I can remember everything I've seen, heard, and smelled. This caused me a lot of trouble. Countless memories kept coming back. I almost went crazy. It took me a long time to learn how to control my memory and only look it up when I needed it."

As Drogo spoke, the purple-robed priest's body began to twitch, flicker, and disintegrate uncontrollably. There was no more pride in his eyes, but instead fear and confusion.

Incomprehensible, complex, chaotic, indescribable and strange memories flooded into his brain like a flood.

"No child loves cats. The sound of the city wall and the bayan. Do you accept him as a disciple because he is kind and has to wait for the meal. He just turned eighteen. Dinosaurs fight against wolves. My last name is Shiji. You treat every move as what happened in the end. This one is even more heavyweight. Never gonna give you up..."

There are not only concepts in memory, but also pictures, sounds, touch, and taste, layered on top of each other.

The priest didn't understand why there was such a memory, which contained a huge amount of useless and crazy information.

"what--"

He gave a final, desperate roar.

Finally, the priest gave up trying to understand it all.

He's crazy.

Looking at the miserable state of the priest, Drogo couldn't help but sigh: "The Internet is harmful to people."

(End of this chapter)