It's time to improve the strength of the infinite world

Chapter 284 The Will of the Gods and the Fate of Mortals

It is natural to have such speculation.

Because there are many signs proving that there are some familiar elements in the external divine power, which makes Xia Zhi feel quite déjà vu.

For example, the god of justice - Tyr.

It is said that he is a latecomer among the gods, appearing more than a thousand years ago, after most gods had established their own power and beliefs.

However, because the doctrine is correct enough, full of glory, and very much in line with universal values, the faith is also widely popular, and this god of justice has come to the fore.

Of course, this is not important...

The important thing is, if it were just the same name it would be fine.

——But the priesthood also tends to be about "justice", "fairness", "courage" and the like.

——The Kingdom of God is also called "Joseph's Garden", "The Palace of Immortals"... and so on, it has such suspicious names.

——Even the image of this god himself seems to be a one-armed god with his right hand bitten off.

No matter how you look at it, this can't be explained by a simple coincidence, right?

Furthermore, they are alien gods from outside the Crystal Wall System, which makes it even more suspicious.

The magician suspected that in other worlds outside the Kingdom of Sky, in those distant countries that could not be confirmed for the time being, there must be a pantheon that he was familiar with.

Egypt, Northern Europe, Greece, Sumer...

And so on.

Maybe the style of painting might be a little weird, but at least it’s the same concept, and it might even come from the same source.

——If there really is a celestial pantheon…

——Perhaps that is the most suitable place for me to spend my days and gain experience...

Thinking of this, Xia Zhi felt a little regretful. Why didn't he travel through time to the Crystal Wall System ruled by the Heavenly God System when he first traveled through time?

But it's too late to regret now.

At least in Feren, he has been temporarily employed and separated from the people, belonging to the high and mighty dog management class!
Therefore, for the time being, let’s squeeze out the value of this system as much as possible and reap the maximum benefits first.

If necessary...

Maybe I should consider keeping a clone here permanently.

After all, the conditions are already there, and we have encountered a high-level copy, so it is only natural to develop a long-term strategy for it.

Anyway, the dual systems have no impact. It cannot be said that there are advantages without disadvantages, but the advantages must outweigh the disadvantages.

Just think of it as opening a branch in another world. If it keeps running, it will be able to continuously feed back to the head office. There is absolutely no reason to refuse...

Walking at the other end of time, walking back along the light gray coast beyond time and space, the God of Time pondered seriously and made a decision happily.

That does make sense, doesn't it?

As a serious immortal cultivator, his footprints will inevitably be set foot in the heavens and myriad worlds in the future. Then, if there is a powerful incarnation of a god by then...

Who can find any fault with it?

Well, after obtaining the divine essence, he has also discovered a problem.

That is, "strong divine power" or "weak divine power" and so on. This popular saying does not seem to be accurate, or not completely accurate.

Because it is not a particularly rigorous standard grading system——

It is more of a mortal's perspective to speculate on the power and authority of the gods, guess the relationship between the superiors and subordinates of the gods, and draw conclusions...

It can be used as a reference, but cannot be fully trusted.

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In the ever-changing tides of the mortal world...

The trajectory of destiny is still developing along the paved path...

Yes.

There is no doubt that fate exists, but its essence is more like the result of a series of disagreements and clashes of will among the gods.

Whether it is kingdom or church, whether it is race or history, they all seem insignificant under the huge wheel of fate.

The kingdom may be glorious, the church may be holy, but in the eyes of fate, they are just tiny elements that rise and fall with the will of fate.

From the birth of an individual to his death, from the choice of faith to the destination of the soul, from hard work to the meaning of life...

Even those once glorious empires and civilizations that have been passed down for thousands of years, in the torrent of history, the glory and splendor they established...

All these things are worthless.

Everything, in this grand chess game, is extremely small and is just a chess piece in the game of gods.

Even though there are countless horrors, loneliness, sins and struggles in the mortal world, in front of the true gods, these are nothing but insignificant specks of dust.

In the end, all of this -

Whether it is joy or pain, in the end it is just a game between gods.

Their wills, their decisions, and the clash of their interests have become the causes and consequences of mortal struggles in the mortal world.

That's it.

so……

The refugees fleeing from Rivington were not isolated cases. There were countless refugees fleeing in other areas of the Sword Coast, and their destinations were very clear.

After all, there was only one large city-state in the entire Sword Coast that could accommodate them. With the cultists being so vicious and aggressive, and each of them equipped with a luxurious adamantium weapon, even a fool would know that this was no ordinary rebellion.

It is not a problem that can be solved by ordinary village-level adventurers or kingdom-level heroes.

Judging from the experience of previous classic Faerun stories, it would probably take the emergence of those legendary gods, or even the arrival of a saint, to resolve this trouble.

In such a dire and terrible situation, when things have deteriorated to such an extent and the situation has become so hopeless, it is definitely not possible to simply move to another village or seek refuge in the next town.

In this situation, the only thing we can do is run to Baldur's Gate.

There are tens of thousands of lands there, with a strong peacekeeping force and a powerful mercenary group, which definitely gives people a full sense of security!

Perhaps some country villagers could not see the situation clearly, but at least they knew how to keep up with the fleeing nobles and knew where to follow.

The result is a steady stream of refugees from all directions and regions of the Sword Coast heading to the western central region.

Heading towards the largest port city in Sword Bay.

It was not until they approached, or even entered, Baldur's Gate that the refugees discovered in horror and helplessness why the cultists had not caught up with them.

Why was I able to reach Baldur's Gate so smoothly?

This is purely due to the attitude of the entire cult. They don't care at all! - Because they have already captured Baldur's Gate and controlled the most prosperous and influential city on the west coast of Faerun.

So, regarding the refugees’ escape…

The Church of the Supreme God doesn't care at all.

After all, they were just jumping around in their own little piece of land. The so-called escape from the original village to Baldur's Gate was nothing more than walking from the yard into the house...

Why is it necessary to spend so much effort to stop it?

So it turned out to be such a ridiculous result.

However, this approach of waiting for the opportunity to strike was undoubtedly a huge and desperate blow to the refugees.

They didn't know that the tentacles of the Supreme God were reaching out to the entire Sword Coast, trying to firmly grasp the west coast of Faerun, so no matter where they fled...

They just thought that they were unlucky and fell into a bigger devil's cave.

"Let him go! Let him go!"

"Airem, don't do this! Don't...you have to be patient..."

"Assholes! If you have the guts to let me go, I will never let you go!!"

The long line formed a long queue, with a sea of people crowding around, stretching from the majestic Feilong Pass to the city gate of Baldur's Gate.

Most of these refugees realized the truth only after they passed Feilong Pass, but there was no way out. Naturally, they would panic, get agitated, and even feel uneasy.

This depressing atmosphere spread, and naturally gave rise to some incidents.

Some want to escape, some want to resist——

The resulting riots can easily spread to the entire team, so this is naturally strictly prohibited.

The nearby Flame Fist mercenaries attacked without mercy, and quickly suppressed the signs of unrest with a few screams.

It also suppressed the unrest among the people.

Looking at those "role models" with big lumps on their heads or swollen cheeks, falling to the ground unconscious...

The refugees all lowered their heads in fear. Some women were sobbing quietly and suppressedly, not daring to make too much noise. Some mothers were gritting their teeth to protect their children.

The team continued to march in an orderly manner, entering the big city in the distance one by one.

It was very orderly, but the atmosphere was very creepy, as if they were queuing up for execution... Anyway, I guess this group of people were walking forward with the mentality of going to the execution ground.

Resisting is impossible, and one can only wait in fear for judgment.

The Flame Fist mercenaries patrolled back and forth on the road, watching the entire team's progress coldly, ready to use violence to solve problems at any time.

Those bad examples who fell unconscious were also dragged aside. To be honest, if the city didn't need more people, they wouldn't turn on the "non-lethal attack switch" when they took action.

"This is really troublesome. The situation is worse than I thought..."

In the long line, Gale rubbed his face and sighed.

Originally I was planning to fly directly across the Chongsa River without going through Feilong Pass...but then I realized that I couldn't get a pass or an ID card this way.

If that happened, it would be even more difficult to move forward, and they had no choice but to change their original idea.

That is to say, he just walked on the main road and blended into the large group of fleeing people.

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"..."

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

The pastor lady Yingxin in the team frowned and found that the captain walking in front had not said a word.

Taf stared blankly at the outline of Baldur's Gate appearing in front of him. His expression seemed a little dull and his eyes seemed a little absent-minded.

He turned around after hearing that and curled his lips: "Nothing, just... I seem to remember something..."

"Oh, your memory has recovered a little?" Ying Xin suddenly realized, "That's right, you are from Baldur, and now you are back in Baldur's Gate, you must be a little touched, right?"

"perhaps……"

Taff twitched his lips.

What he didn't explain was that the fragments of memory in his mind were very strange. He vaguely remembered his other name, or his real name -

...evil thoughts.

(End of this chapter)