Collapse Iron: What does it mean to broaden the fate of four people in one sentence?

His voice was softer than expected.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that people instinctively lower their voices when faced with something of this size.

His gaze shifted from the giant's face to the enormous sphere it carried on its back.

At this distance, the light appears more real than it does in the city.

That sphere was indeed glowing.

Lin Si stared at it for a while, several thoughts running through her mind.

Why is he carrying such a sphere on his back?

Judging from the motivation, if this is a fully-fledged world, then there must be a reasonable narrative logic behind the fact that Kephar carries the sun on his back.

Perhaps the sun in this world was gone, and Cephalo created a new sun to replace it for the sake of his people.

It's also possible that the sun itself is something that needs to be moved, and Cephalo is the chosen one to move it.

"But calling this sphere the sun is still a bit far-fetched."

Lin Si shook her head, rejecting this conclusion.

He knew how big and how far away the sun was.

The glowing sphere in front of us, although the lighting effects are quite realistic, is not even in the same league as a real star.

If what he predicted is true, then the sphere's illumination range must be limited.

Beyond the area around Ohma, the more remote parts of the Onfaros continent may be completely devoid of light.

"so it is."

He stroked his chin and muttered to himself.

"Saving Onpharos means fighting against Eternal Night, right?"

He paused for a moment.

"So this doesn't count as a side story, does it?"

He looked down at his own shadow, or more precisely, Celydra's shadow.

After entering the area of ​​Dawn Cloud Cliff, the dark figure once again sank into the shadows, like a fish diving back into deep water, never to resurface.

"So this dark figure is an important NPC?"

He muttered to himself.

There was no response.

The dark figure lay quietly in the depths of the shadows, as if asleep.

Hazel stood to the side, not saying another word from beginning to end; she stood there quietly.

Just then, a voice came from afar.

"Why didn't Caesar inform us when he came to worship Cephale in person?"

The sound of footsteps was hurried and rushed, coming from the other end of the stone path as it approached.

A figure dressed in a ceremonial robe strode over, the hem of the robe fluttering in the wind.

He stopped in front of Lin Si, first quickly bowing with proper posture, showing that he had received strict etiquette training, and then immediately straightened his back and spoke excitedly.

"Caesar did not come from the stone path below, nor did he bring any sacrificial offerings,"

His voice rose slightly.

"To approach so casually is a desecration of the gods!"

"........."

Lin Si remained silent for two seconds, then turned her head to glance at Heather.

Heather remained expressionless, her gaze still fixed on the ground, as if she hadn't heard the words at all.

Clearly, she was used to this kind of thing.

Deep down, Kerudela frowned slightly.

“Serones...”

She recognized the person.

She didn't have much of an impression of the newly appointed high priest, only that he was devout and honest, much easier to deal with than the other seasoned veterans.

But now it seems this person has really gone too far.

Years ago, she purged the Senate of Ohma, eliminating all voices opposing her entry into Ohma, including the priesthood of Dawn Cloudcliff.

However, she had little desire to interfere with Ohma's belief system, since forcibly uprooting something so deeply ingrained would only create more trouble.

So most of the priests were left behind, but a new group of people stood in the front row.

Serones is one of those standing in the front row today.

Now, looking at Serones's flushed face, Cerberus felt a pang of helplessness.

"I hope your handling of this matter will not dishonor Caesar's dignity."

She pinned her hopes on Lin Si, because her body was no longer in her own hands, and she couldn't do anything about it.

Lin Si looked at the excited priest in front of her and sighed inwardly.

He could tell that the person had no ill intentions.

Although his words were direct criticism of the monarch, there was no hostility directed at Caesar himself in his tone or eyes.

He was simply expressing a pure, unadulterated faith; in his view, even a monarch must respect the gods.

Those rules of worship might have been a higher standard for him than royal authority.

So he just rushed over.

"According to you,"

Lin Si spoke, her tone calm.

"You're quite knowledgeable about engraving techniques, aren't you?"

Serones raised his chin, his pride undisguised.

"I am the newly appointed high priest, who knows more about inscriptions than I do?"

His tone carried an air of certainty, as if to say, "Is this even a question?"

Lin Si smiled and pointed to the giant with his head bowed.

"Then tell me, why does Cephalospor carry the sun on his back?"

Serones answered without hesitation.

"Naturally, he cannot bear to see his people, who believe in him, never see the sunlight again!"

He spoke very quickly, as if he were reciting a doctrine he already knew by heart.

"We exist only because of its gaze. How can we not worship such a revered deity?"

Lin Si nodded.

"Ah."

He neither denied nor refuted, but simply nodded.

When Serones saw him nod, he became even more excited, and his lips moved as if he was about to take advantage of this 'approval' to continue praising Cephale.

But Lin Si spoke first.

"In your opinion, what is the purpose of sacrifices and offerings?"

Serones was interrupted by this sudden question, paused for a moment, and then thought about it seriously.

"Sacrifice is for remembrance, offering is sacrifice."

His tone was a bit more subdued than before.

"What kind of faith is there without sacrifice and remembrance?"

Lin Si nodded again.

"nice."

Seronez looked even more proud when he saw him nod again.

He took a breath, preparing to say something more, something like, 'So Caesar, you should worship according to the proper way.'

But Lin Si interrupted him again.

"Then try to think from Kefaller's perspective."

Lin Si stretched out her hand and pointed to the enormous stone giant.

From the angle of Dawn Cloud Cliff, Kefal's face was at eye level with theirs, his lowered eyes quietly looking down at them.

“If you are a Kefaller,”

Lin Si's voice was calm and clear.

"You're good enough to accept the offerings of us mortals?"

He paused for a moment, as if considering his words.

"And these unoriginal rituals?"

Chapter 294 Carving the Fale Forever!

"How dare I compare myself to a god?"

Seronez's voice carried a hint of offended agitation, as if the question Lin Si had raised had crossed some untouchable line.

Lin Si did not reply.

He just watched him quietly.

That gaze was somewhat like the gaze of Cephalosaurus looking down upon the earth, without blame or judgment, just a quiet stillness.

Serones initially stuck his neck out, as if defending his position.

But as time went on, the tranquility in his gaze seeped in like water, slowly soaking through the shell of his emotions.

Of course he knew.

He certainly knew the consequences of directly criticizing the monarch in front of him.

When he rushed forward, he was actually mentally prepared. At worst, he would be scolded, dismissed, exiled, or killed on the spot.

In his view, these costs were worth paying in order to uphold the dignity of the Cephalos.

But now, Caesar did not reprimand him.

Caesar simply stood there, looking at him with that calm gaze, and then asked a question that he could not answer.

He subconsciously uttered, "How dare I compare myself to the same god?" It was an instinctive reaction of his faith.

Gods are gods, and mortals are mortals; there is no such thing as an 'if' assumption between the two.

But if someone else were standing in front of him, he could simply end the conversation there.

The problem was that Caesar was standing in front of him.

Caesar posed him a question, and if he couldn't answer it, it would mean that he, as the newly appointed high priest, as the 'most knowledgeable man of Cephalos,'...

They couldn't even answer the monarch's questions about the gods.

Then his fearless advice will be completely meaningless.

People will not remember that he bravely pointed out the monarch's 'faults' to his face; they will only remember that he was a fool who was stumped, speechless, and finally slunk away.

"........."

Seronez opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Then he lowered his head, pinched his chin, and began to think seriously.

Heather stood to the side, her gaze shifting from Cerydra to Serones and back again, without saying a word.