Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Drogo looked at the magnificent building before him, a very imaginative palace, with dense spires like a strange jungle surrounding a spherical metal.

It’s the pattern on that metal ball. The more you look at it, the more it looks like the Death Star.

Now he was sure that this so-called Temple of Drogo should be the temple dedicated to him.

Instead, there is some unpopular god named Drogo.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Drogo quickly guessed how this temple came about.

Mostly because of the little sci-fi weapon Easter eggs he left behind.

Otherwise, there would be no need to build a Death Star on the temple.

Looking at the memory fragments that he adjusted in this way, the effect was very good, and it scared the sages of the Soul Ascenders.

For an organization obsessed with uploading consciousness, the ultimate goal of using enough consciousness to create an "absolutely rational" artificial god is indeed too insignificant compared to the "great power" that can directly reduce the enemy to two dimensions.

To the extent that the unknown source of power is regarded as a mysterious ancient god.

They even offer sacrifices directly, regardless of whether the "god" needs their offerings or not.

It is quite consistent with the birth process of some simple primitive beliefs.

Being frightened by a natural disaster but not knowing what caused it, people can only regard it as a punishment from the gods and carry out sacrificial activities on their own, hoping that the gods will no longer bring down their wrath.

At this moment, Drogo suddenly felt that the Soul Raisers were quite cute.

He didn't plan to steal the data of this building, but he didn't mind taking a closer look.

Even after living for so many years, this was the first time he had the opportunity to visit his own temple.

It is estimated that it would be difficult to find a few creatures in this world that have had the same experience.

Drogo enters the temple.

What you see in front of you is a huge statue of Drogo.

You can tell it's a red dragon, but other than that, there's not much to tell about Drogo.

It should be beautified in the direction of being as majestic and domineering as possible.

Although it is beautification, it does not affect Drogo's bad review.

Obviously the "original" is still there, and we can make an identical one, but we have to come up with some unnecessary creations.

At this time, Drogo did not know that there were indeed a group of people among the Soul Raisers who believed in him, and they did not compromise out of fear of the scenes in their memories.

Although these people are not numerous, they are still very pious.

They even established a sect and doctrine around Drogo, compiled many short stories about the god, and spread them openly among the Ascended Souls.

Another amazing feature of this organization is freedom of religion.

As long as you support the great project of consciousness uploading, it doesn’t matter what you believe in.

Precisely because of this characteristic, the Ascenders accept many "refugees of faith", that is, intelligent creatures who have their own niche beliefs, are unwilling to accept the Goddess of Magic, and dare not express their opinions publicly.

As for the emerging, niche Drogo faith, in their god stories, the image of Drogo is infinite, but the red dragon is currently chosen.

Not a specific red dragon, but any red dragon.

Naturally, the statue was made to look better, and finally a "beautified version" of Drogo was created.

To sum up, Drogo has all kinds of faces.

It can be said to be very religious.

On both sides of the tall statue in the middle are many murals separated by patterns similar to dragon scales.

The content of the mural is "The Miracle of Drogo".

This includes giving the magic shadow as a gift to the mortal world, creating the Internet to connect countless fools, using mathematical weapons to bring down destructive divine punishment, and so on.

You know what, the painting is quite impressive.

Instead of using a realistic painting style, he chose to use minimalist lines to express it, as if it were really dug out from some ruins.

As Drogo was admiring the mural, a voice came from behind him.

"Lost souls."

It seems that these sects like to call passers-by who have not yet believed in the religion "lost something".

"Do you want to take refuge in the great ancient saint?"

Drogo looked back and saw a weathered old man wearing a robe that was probably modified based on a priest's robe. His temperament was very much in line with that of a charlatan.

Judging from the tone of his voice, he should be a follower of Drogo's faith.

But what exactly does this "the first sage of ancient times" mean? Can't you think of a better word?

"I just want to understand Drogo." Drogo said in a naive tone, wearing a milk dragon costume.

"Very good. This is the first step for a lost soul to move towards the truth. As the high priest of Drogo, I am willing to be your guide." The old man introduced himself.

The moment he heard "Drogo's High Priest", Drogo almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

It's somewhat abstract.

Since there are priests, it means there are sacrificial activities.

Generally speaking, sacrificial activities are intended to convey the wishes and requests of the worshiper to the gods of faith.

As the "First Saint", Drogo can say responsibly that no matter how many times they had performed sacrificial activities before, they had no effect at all.

Nothing reached his ears.

It would be better to find his official account directly on social media and send a private message to him.

In this way, even though there is a 99.9% chance that Drogo won't see it, there is at least a 0.1% chance of being noticed by accident.

Much better than sacrifice.

So, Drogo asked with a hint of evil humor: "Has the great First Saint ever responded to lost souls?"

Unexpectedly, the priest was quite honest. He shook his head and said, "He does not need a response. He does not care about sentient beings. He is just implementing His plan to eternity. In the process, whether we benefit or perish is our destiny. He does not care. To become a speck of dust on the road to eternity is what we pursue."

That’s so true, no wonder he could become a priest, this charlatan feeling is almost overflowing.

At this time, Drogo secretly checked the information of the priest, wanting to see what level he was among the Soul Ascenders.

The Soul Ascenders are an organization with a huge level gap.

From the lowest level carbon-based dry batteries that can only serve as consumables, to sages who can, at the end of life, ascend their souls to become part of the collective consciousness and guide all living beings to move forward.

There are quite a lot of classes in between.

What each level can access and the influence they have on the ascenders are very different.

What Drogo was thinking now was that if this priest had a high status among the Soul Raisers, it would be a pity if he was not developed into a spy.

As an eye inserted into the Soul Ascenders, he monitors the movements of this organization and perhaps can influence the development of the Soul Ascenders at a critical moment.

Drogo checked the priest's message.

It is so easy for a dragon with authority to open a box.

"Bruce, from the Principality of Orion."

The country it belongs to is also a powerful country, slightly inferior to Sutton, but the gap is not big.

The knights and alchemy there are very famous.

Unfortunately, these two most famous items have to face the difficulty of continuing to survive.

The former is about to be destroyed by modern weapons, and the latter is struggling to survive under the pressure of science and a new magic system.

"Oh, and a high-level alchemist."

That proves that his knowledge level and learning ability are not bad, and he has reached the alchemist level by passing the exams one level at a time.

"The level among the ascended souls is...quasi-sage."

It seems not bad. A quasi-sage is a candidate for the Sage Council, second only to the Sage who has the highest decision-making power. Of course, being called a quasi-sage does not mean that you can become a sage in the future. You still have to run for election.

It's not a perfect eyeliner, but it's pretty good.

And Drogo is very confident that he can promote this quasi-sage to a real sage.

As a "god", isn't it reasonable for him to help his believers?

So, Drogo said: "I want to know more about Him." "A wise choice. As it happens, there will be a sacrificial ceremony tomorrow at this Temple of the First Saint of Drogo. You can come and participate, and you can learn more about Him then."

"Yes, I will come," Drogo replied.

However, it is hard to say with what capacity I will participate at that time.

Drogo planned to use the soul-ascending technique to intrude into the consciousness of the high priest during the sacrifice tomorrow, and to show his spirit to him alone...

Principality of Orion, Golden Plains.

The slightly warm wind blows the golden wheat waves.

This place got its name because of its extremely fertile land.

Any crops planted here can yield at least 20% more than those planted in ordinary land.

When soil research was not in-depth, people attributed the fertility of this area to legends.

Perhaps it was the heroic deeds of the first Grand Duke of Orion that won the recognition of a certain legendary creature, which bestowed the fertile land on the Principality of Orion.

As science gradually developed, professionals figured out the mystery of the Golden Plains.

Soil rich in organic matter and nutrients needed by plants.

Therefore, the legendary version of the Golden Plains was updated, and the first Grand Duke was still recognized by the legendary creatures, but the gift was no longer the fertile land.

Instead, it provides organic matter and nutrients to the land.

It’s also because of keeping up with the times.

But it can only be said that it was halfway achieved.

Because the people here completely ignored the professionals' inferences about the origin of the Golden Plains.

The humid and slightly cold climate is conducive to the accumulation of organic matter, and the flat plains allow the nutrients carried by rivers to settle.

If you don’t listen or hear, it is a gift.

Alchemist Bruce scoffed at such an approach.

Stupid.

As a high-ranking alchemist of great status, he always believed that the vast majority of people were nothing but foolish and ignorant.

Unwilling and unable to master real knowledge.

Including many of his fellow alchemists.

Equally stupid.

There are actually a large number of alchemists in the Alchemy Guild of the Principality of Orion who are opposed to integrating scientific concepts and new magic into alchemy.

The reason given is that the disciplines have completely different paths and cannot be forced to be compatible.

Alchemy has been developed for many years, so how can science, which has only been around for a short time, be criticized?

Did alchemy become useless before the scientific system?

Absolutely ridiculous.

Bruce knew very well that there were just a lot of incompetent colleagues who were afraid of being eliminated in the iteration of new technologies.

Many alchemists who hold important positions in the guild have stopped doing alchemical experiments themselves for many years. Asking them to return to the laboratory, conduct experiments themselves, and learn completely new knowledge would be like asking them to die.

Bruce claims that he is different from them and that he can give everything for the truth.

Even though he was over sixty years old, he still lived in the laboratory every day to absorb the most advanced knowledge.

This also led to him being ostracized by his peers, and everyone who worked with him thought he was a complete weirdo.

But he didn't care. No matter how those incompetent colleagues slandered him behind his back, they had to act respectful in front of him because he was a high-level alchemist.

In the face of talent and ability, emotional intelligence is nothing more than a meaningless thing.

As time went on, almost no alchemists interacted with him.

Add to that his attitude that civilians are all fools, and his slightly sinister appearance.

As a result, his laboratory became almost a restricted area on the west side of the Golden Plains.

No one dares to set foot here.

Several eerie towers covered with vines, always filled with the strange smell of drugs, have become the scene of dark legends in all nearby villages.

People under the age of thirty in the village grew up listening to stories about how if they didn't obey, they would be captured by the evil alchemist in the strange tower and used as experimental subjects.

This caused some trouble to Bruce's daily life, such as buying things.

There aren't many stores that don't close immediately out of fear after seeing him.

But he didn't care either.

This was just a small setback on his path to truth.

In order to grasp the true truth, he even risked being executed by the church and joined the Ascenders.

He joined the Soul Ascenders not for any great soul-raising cause.

It just requires the knowledge that the soul ascender possesses.

What he didn't expect was that on an ordinary day, he saw an even greater existence in the Sanctuary of Soul Ascenders.

Drogo, the first of the ancient gods!

The images revealed in those remaining fragments of memory were enough to drive him crazy.

The vast starry sky, the power to easily destroy galaxies, and the ability to change basic rules.

That is the true truth.

In order to gain access to this knowledge, he even started doing the things he once despised the most.

prayer.

Once upon a time, he firmly believed that all prayers were meaningless self-consolation.

And now, he prayed to the great First Saint, just hoping that, if there was a slight possibility, He could look at him and reveal to him even a little bit of forbidden knowledge.

However, no response has been received so far.

He naturally thought that He didn't need to answer any prayers, but he was still pious.

Bruce adjusted his instruments and sat on the Soul Ascender's instrument.

Normally he would enter the Soul Ascender's Sanctuary casually, but today was different.

Today is a day of sacrifice, so it must be solemn.

When he came to the sanctuary, his image in the sanctuary was even the same as his own appearance.

He thought he had nothing to feel guilty about, so he didn't need to hide it.

Many believers have gathered in the Temple of Drogo.

Bruce performed the ritual expertly, as usual.

Suddenly, something strange happened. He saw the entire holy land gradually collapsing before his eyes, and the other people present disappeared along with the collapse of the consciousness space, as if nothing had happened.

This is the phenomenon of consciousness being invaded.

But someone invaded me.

As a quasi-sage, his skills, although not the best among soul raisers, are also among the top masters.

Why didn't I notice it at all until my consciousness was successfully invaded?

The layers of defense I had built up in my mind seemed to be useless and were easily broken through.

It's impossible. There can't be anyone with such ability among the Ascended Souls.

The last bit of the holy land before his eyes dissolved and disappeared, but he could do nothing.

As a flash of light passed, the scene in front of me changed completely.

An extremely smooth metal platform, with no sky, only dense, rapidly rolling numbers.

What is this place?
He looked around blankly, and suddenly, his sight fixed on a red figure, and tears instantly streamed down his face.

The great saint answered his prayer. (End of this chapter)