What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 290. War and Peace, Demos's Memories

This person should be considered an old friend.

As Cloa attempts to assimilate this messenger of light with symphonic music, she is naturally influenced by the power emanating from Him.

That never-ending war, with blood staining the earth black, corpses piling up like mountains, and everything gone, including civilization and emotions.

To be honest, it was a very negative emotion. He felt that no normal person would like war that much.

This is pollution from the gods.

If it weren't for the entire Golden Apple Dream as his backing, plus the power of the Rainbow Poem, he probably would have been assimilated by Demos.

In fact, as the God of Light's number one henchman, this divine messenger is indeed powerful, but he often lacks self-awareness—a loyal dog, after all, loyalty is enough, and unnecessary thinking is not necessary.

During their time together, Kroya could sense that the divine messenger's spiritual world was both pure and barren, containing nothing but war.

As a result, He has now taken the initiative to protect His believers. Could it be that the true nature of God is to love people?

What could make Him appear in this way, disregarding the danger of being assimilated, just to protect His believers?

Seeing that He remained silent, Kroa narrowed his eyes: "Now that you've come out, you can never go back, messenger of war."

Demos remained silent.

Kroya sighed; it was truly a pity that he was mute.

"I really wanted to talk to you."

"Your followers have now been killed by the Thorn Judgment Army of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess, and your faith has also been sanctioned within the Holy Kingdom."

"War God, you cannot protect your followers no matter what, not even if you are willing to be a loyal, vicious dog."

"So please continue to sleep, until the day I take over your power and end this war."

After he finished speaking, he extended his hand.

The water lily petals of the Golden Apple Dream and the seven-colored radiance of Eden instantly converged, the magnificent light representing the deep dream, gradually wrapping around Demos.

His simple armor and longsword were bathed in the sunlight, as if they were melting and dissolving in the radiance.

Demos remained unresponsive, seemingly accepting his fate with equanimity.

But the two followers behind Him, perhaps recalling something unpleasant, were both shocked and furious: "You are a follower of the Lord of Light?"

"Lord Demos has already agreed to submit to you, why are you still forcing him!"

Judging from these words, it's clear that the War God's Messenger and the Lord of Light still have some disagreements.

Hmm...maybe it's some kind of forced work, the kind that could produce millions of words of meticulously researched historical material.

However, the fact that he was considered a follower of the Lord of Light still disgusted him, and he retorted without hesitation: "Don't insult me ​​by calling me a follower of the Lord of Light."

"You two better watch yourselves; you've already become lackeys of the Light!"

After he uttered those words, Demos, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke up: "Human, do you understand light?"

His voice was very deep, as if he were wearing a dozen layers of armor, deep and heavy.

Oh, so you've finally decided to speak.

Kroya paused the tug-of-war between the Golden Apple dream and Eden, and spoke up:

"I have no intention of discussing the right or wrong of light with you."

"But Demos, you have already become a pawn in the game between light and earth, and your followers have even accepted the earth's gifts."

Why don't you take a look and see what it is?

His words caused Demos to hesitate for a moment—even through the armor, he could feel the fluctuation in the war god's spiritual power.

So He turned and looked directly at His two chief priests.

The scrutiny from their own deity filled the two relatively young priests with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

After a moment, Demos looked at Chloe again.

"The Knight of Apocalypse".

"The messenger who initiates and ends wars."

Demos's voice remained calm: "That is my divine duty, and only the light can invoke my divine duty."

His calm voice seemed to carry an barely suppressed anger and resentment.

It's like a dog diligently carrying food home only to find its owner sleeping while cuddling another dog.

Oh, isn't that still a bit unfair? I thought you were a heartless war machine.

If there are feelings involved, then things will be easier.

Kroya smiled. "So, does the Lord of Light also wish to awaken from his slumber?"

His doubts actually arose when he saw the prophecy, which said, "The Creator, the Mother Goddess of the Earth, will awaken and reshape everything."

Are the so-called "worker of creation" and "Mother Earth" the same person?

Or are they two different gods?

Now that he has learned that Demos's war godship has been misappropriated by the Lord of Light, this feeling has become even stronger. He estimates that not only the Earth Mother Goddess will awaken, but also the Lord of Light.

His question once again made Demos think deeply.

However, this time Chloe had enough patience to wait, and after about five or six minutes, Demos gave his answer:

"That's right."

Upon hearing this, Kroya finally smiled with satisfaction.

So it really is true; the earth and the light are indeed plotting something.

He extended a hand and invited, "Relinquish the control of the light over you, and I promise you a new journey a thousand years from now."

The assimilation of his power voluntarily is a completely different concept and speed from forced assimilation.

If Demos accepts, Cloa is confident that she can assimilate him within minutes.

Of course, if Demos doesn't accept it, it will just take a little more time.

He looked at the other person, expecting that Demos would think for a very long time.

But to his surprise, after he finished speaking, Demos extended his armored hand and grasped his hand.

"Kind-hearted humans."

"I hope my strength can help you end the war as soon as possible."

"oh."

"Then so be it."

Kroa gently squeezed His hand, and the sunlight gradually brightened.

The symphony of the Golden Apple dream and the light of Eden almost erupted at this moment, with all forces converging on this place.

The body of Demos, entangled by roots and enveloped in sleep.

The petals of the water lily, which had been closed for a long time, trembled slightly.

Pink magic burst forth from the cracks in the flower bud. Demos's magic finally began to exchange with Eden, and what was gestating within was finally about to be born.

Just then—

"Coo coo coo!"

Suddenly, a pigeon appeared out of nowhere, carrying an olive branch in its beak, and flew straight up to the top of the blooming water lily bud.

After they flew directly above the water lily buds, they dropped the branches of the evergreen olive tree from their mouths into the buds.

"Um?"

"That's an olive spirit... how did it turn out like this?"

Kroya was somewhat puzzled; this was not something he could control or command.

There is a force unconsciously attracting the olive spirits of the Evergreen olive tree, even turning them into the shape of pigeons.

It is important to know that the Evergreen Olive Tree represents peace, and the Olive Spirits are doing their best to maintain peace and order throughout the North.

They despise war above all else, and if anyone dares to engage in a pointless fight in front of them, these elves will definitely stop them with violence.

Now the messenger of war desires the power of the olive tree?

He expressed his curiosity and continued to observe, then conjured up a sofa and some roasted sunflower seeds, which he slowly cracked open.

Time passed second by second.

As the symphony played, the flower buds slowly unfurled, their layers of lotus petals displaying a purple, silky texture, like a warm and comfortable bed.

At the very center of the lotus, a figure clad in armor slowly rose from a long dream, holding an olive branch that had just been dropped by the azure doves.

The armor He wore, born for war, and the longsword He held gradually disappeared amidst the music of the symphony, replaced by... an olive wreath.

Its appearance is almost identical to the olive wreath that Kroa had previously received.

The olive spirits danced around Him.

"I hope the war ends."

As He spoke these words, He generously released His power.

One after another, green olive trees took root and sprouted around Demos, growing into towering trees at an astonishing speed.

Magical runes intertwined on the branches and leaves of those olive trees, and the emerald green leaves were transformed into swords and shields, swaying in the wind like a whole tree of weapons.

A notification came from the Celestial Body Imprint Technique—

The god of war instilled in Moses a desire for peace.

Demos infused all his power of war into the Evergreen Olive Tree, which will then possess the following abilities:

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Weapons of War: Using the olive branch of peace will transform it into a weapon of one's own skill, and one will possess Demos's proficiency and control over weapons.

Note: This ability requires adaptation.

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The Crown of Never Being Confused: Wearing a laurel wreath made of olive branches of peace, one will remain calm no matter what kind of war one faces, and will not fall into the frenzy of war.

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The War Compass: A compass made from a peace olive branch can guide the dead of war to the olive kingdom of Demos.

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The Dove of Peace: When necessary, the power of the olive branch of peace can summon the power of Demos, and the dove of peace will use its immense strength to stop the war.

Demos is gradually transforming the Peace Olive Tree through his own power and the light of Eden; as the number of wars stopped increases, the power of the Peace Olive Tree will grow stronger.

"This is truly going from one extreme to another."

Kroya couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement: "He used to be the messenger of war, but now he's suddenly become a peace lover."

He was in a very pleasant mood at that moment.

Although Demos seems to be turning from a warmonger into a peace lover, maintaining peace is far more difficult than starting a war.

Therefore, His power has actually increased.

Now, Kroya can mobilize the power belonging to Demos at any time, which is... a powerful force at the level of a god.

At this moment, he could finally feel at ease.

With such a powerful trump card, plus his other trump cards, he would not be afraid of anything even if the Church of the Earth Mother and the Holy See attacked him on the spot.

……

After a period of time.

Demos ended the magical exchange of the dream of Eden and the Golden Apple and came before Kroa.

This time, He was not wearing that heavy armor.

Surprisingly, this messenger of war had a rather ordinary appearance; in fact, upon seeing him, Kroa had only one thought—

Oh, so Demos appears as a man.

Then there is no more.

He was... a male figure, with an ordinary build and appearance, the kind of person who wouldn't even get a second glance in a crowd.

Whether or not Demos sensed Kroya's observation and speechlessness, he took the initiative to explain: "I looked like this before I became the messenger of light."

My ordinary appearance allowed me to live to the end.

That's absolutely right.

On the battlefield, if you are very handsome, tall and strong, you are actually very easy to become a target. Even after you die, your corpse may be used as material for spellcasting.

It is said that when some countries wage war, they often cooperate with necromancers, sending them some good corpses in exchange for help in the field of mysticism.

In comparison, being more ordinary on the battlefield is not a bad thing.

However, the meaning implied in His words...

"You became a god from a mortal?" Kroa asked curiously. "Approximately how many years ago?"

He immediately took out a notebook, intending to write it down.

This is firsthand information, obtained directly from Demos; it's a secret even those in the Vatican didn't know.

Demos: "..."

"About two thousand years ago."

"When the Sky Ark crashed."

Kroya's eyes lit up.

Tell me more.

I have always wanted to investigate that period of history, but I have obtained very little information, probably because it has been blocked by the Church of the Seven Gods.

Now that he could learn the details from the divine messenger who had personally experienced the ark's crash, he was immediately excited.

Demos revealed a somewhat bitter expression: "Back then, I was merely the one who is now the Lord of Light, and the one who was once the messenger of the God of War."

"I boarded the Ark with countless companions, and we advanced through the almost endless ether particle cannons inside the Ark."

The particle cannon, powered by the etheric realm, is a defensive module created by the Titan king for the Ark. If a god is hit by the particle cannon, he cannot be healed even if he returns to his divine kingdom.

If we, the supplicants... were struck by the etheric particle cannon, we would have no chance to return to God's Kingdom and be reborn.

He sighed deeply, his eyes still filled with the fear of the Ark: "A single ether particle cannon defense line exhausted almost half of the Lord of Light's supplicants at that time."

"And next we will have to face the stripping array of the Seven Luminaries' core, the impact of the Protoss particles, the light of the sun..."

As He described it, He tried to materialize His memories—

On both sides are warm and elegant white-gold walls, every inch of which is engraved with complex magic runes that would make the elven royalty and dwarven master craftsmen feel despair and headaches.

Those magical runes even served a decorative purpose, releasing some kind of magic to maintain the entire Ark space in an environment where all life could feel most comfortable.

The fact that the materialized memories could make Kroa feel so comfortable and relaxed clearly shows that the powerful life support system in the Ark had left a deep impression on Demos.

However, even in such an extremely comfortable environment...

In the surrounding void, there floated extremely small, floating objects made entirely of magic.

They emitted blue particles, each capable of utterly annihilating a Prayer—a Prayer capable of fighting for extended periods outside of the divine realm.

It's at least at the near-legendary level.

But it couldn't even stop a single particle cannon shot.

This scene is actually quite tragic. Countless worshippers, following the commands of their gods, will not find peace even after death, and will now be completely annihilated.

Kroya was immersed in Demos's perspective, watching him almost exert all his strength, following his brothers, to break through the Aether Particle Cannon's defenses.

But before they could even catch their breath, they were met with the legendary onslaught of the Seven Luminaries Magic—countless beams of platinum light, a world-ending deep blue chill, and a dark red roar…

Every spell capable of destroying a legendary powerhouse was like water in the ocean, relentlessly washing over everything inside the ark, threatening to annihilate all life within its confines.

It was at this moment that the gods, who had been inactive until now, finally unleashed their power.

First and foremost is the Lord of Light, the messenger of war.

This powerful deity was enveloped in white light, and neither particle cannons nor legendary-level Septian magic could harm Him.

He waved his hand gently, and countless shields appeared out of thin air, spinning lightly over each supplicant.

There aren't any superfluous sound and light effects, but that's precisely why the power is most concentrated and doesn't leak out.

Those things that gleam and shimmer like a disco ball are actually completely unsuitable for the battlefield.

In fact, these shields are indeed very powerful. Legendary magic that could easily crush invokers like ants could not even break through the shields' defenses.

The magic was completely absorbed the moment it came into contact with the shield, and the shield only flickered slightly before stabilizing.

Beside her, a goddess with long, emerald-green hair opened her arms, and tranquil emerald-green raindrops began to fall.

No matter how severe the injury, even if they were about to die or had already died, the Prayer was resurrected and forcibly pushed forward with their own bodies.

These two gods, one providing a shield and the other healing, are supported by other gods.

With the help of these two deities, the supplicants finally broke through the blockade of the Seven Luminaries Magic and successfully entered the next level.

The next level that awaited them was the void of astral space—

Starlight, projected from a distant world, shines here. The azure starlight appears and disappears, and the form of each inquirer is illuminated by the starlight, revealing their true nature.

Even the gods surrounded by radiance were no exception; under the starlight, they could no longer maintain their mythical forms and revealed their true forms.

Even more terrifying is that their divine power was sealed at this moment, and the high and mighty gods could only walk on the ground and move forward on their own two feet.

This layer's defense module is a magic-suppressing space that traps people in the astral plane, preventing them from using magic and divine power.

"!!!"

Kroya's eyes lit up; she wished she could receive the starlight right then and there!

This, this must be his cyan chapter!

Although it differs somewhat from his understanding, it must be, or perhaps it's just a small chapter!

He could feel the stirring deep within his heart. If he could be illuminated by these lights, he would surely be able to quickly learn the Cyan Chapter!

He was so excited that he didn't notice the turbulence of the Light of Eden around him, or even that Mia had been swept over at some point.

He is the master of Eden, and Eden was born to fulfill his wishes, so Eden will do its best to fulfill them.

"..."

You can't spoil Kroa like this! How much magic power does it take to bring me here? If I hadn't resisted, you would have been shattered!

He was utterly speechless.

Miya looked at Kroya, then at the Ark materialized from her memories, and sighed softly.

Then He spoke:

"What you desire will surely be shown!"

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(End of this chapter)