Seeker of Teyvat

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With a sense of unreality of gaining power, Wang Daoyi vaguely realized that something in the desert was entangled with him.

However, these entanglements were too weak, so weak that Wang Daoyi could hardly sense what was entangled him.

Moreover, the light around him seemed to begin to approach him, as if... he was the master of the light.

He shook his head, threw the conjecture out of his mind, and turned to look at the Gilded Brigade.

"You have completed the task I assigned you. So, what reward do you want?"

Wang Daoyi spoke indifferently.

The Gilded Brigade looked at each other, not knowing whether Wang Daoyi meant good or bad.

They only saw Wang Daoyi walk towards the throne and sit down, and then the statue behind the throne burst into light. After the light, Wang Daoyi returned to his indifferent look.

After a long while, the former Demon Rock Servant spoke cautiously: "Sir, we want more oases and water sources. The tribe needs more living space."

Perhaps because he could not understand Wang Daoyi's meaning, he did not ask for benefits for himself, but instead suggested that the tribe needed a larger living space.

The others also nodded. They were forced to integrate by Wang Daoyi and were now crowded in a large oasis. That was the base of one of the tribes before and it was now used by dozens of tribes. Although it was not to the point of being in danger, it was definitely not big enough.

Wang Dao nodded slightly: "Since you have made contributions, there will be rewards. I agree that you can go to find a larger oasis in the name of Red Sand. The sandstorm will protect you."

Stretch out your hand, the wind and sand gather to form a seed. This is the power from power and authority, which can bestow the power that Wang Daoyi possesses on others.

"Sid, you have made the greatest contribution to this exploration. This seed is now given to you."

With a flick of his finger, the seeds formed by the yellow sand were shot into West Germany's body.

Sid's face was startled, then suddenly filled with ecstasy. In his perception, the originally terrifying wind and sand now seemed close to him like an old friend.

Stretching out his hand tentatively, Sid called out to the wind and sand around him, and the wind and sand responded to him exactly as he had perceived.

Wisps of wind and sand gathered in Xide's hands. Although they could not be compared with the sandstorm surrounding Wang Daoyi, this power still made Xide extremely surprised.

It was not just Sid. Seeing the power of wind and sand in Sid's hands, the leaders of other Gilded Brigade also showed eager and greedy eyes.

Since West Germany can obtain this power, can they do it too?

The answer is definitely yes.

Wang Daoyi looked at these gilded brigades with eager eyes, and under the mask, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Cid received the reward because he made the greatest contribution, but your contribution is not enough for me to bestow the seeds of power."

When Wang Daoyi condensed the power seeds of wind and sand just now, he clearly felt that his ability to control the wind and sand had weakened a little.

And when Sid merged with the wind and sand seeds, this trace of power returned, and he could clearly feel that he had complete control over Sid.

This control is not only reflected in the power of wind and sand bestowed by Wang Daoyi, but also in Xide's soul.

Just as Wang Daoyi's soul was infected by Morax, now Sid's soul has also been infected by Wang Daoyi.

In other words, West Germany is now Wang Daoyi's "dependent".

Therefore, due to various considerations, Wang Daoyi is not prepared to open up a large number of these power seeds. At least, he has to figure out the secret of the seeds from Sid before he can choose whether to open them or not.

Of course, there is absolutely no problem in using this power seed to lure the people of the Gilded Brigade now.

"Sir, we also long for your gift."

The Gilded Brigades all prostrated themselves before Wang Daoyi.

Looking at the many Gilded Brigade leaders kneeling in front of him, Wang Daoyi was very satisfied. Submitting to him like this was the best choice for these Gilded Brigade.

"If you want to gain power, ha, go find more Red King relics for me. Those who have made the greatest contributions will receive my gift."

"Also, collect all the stories about the Red King, whether true or false, I need to know them."

When they heard Wang Daoyi's request, the Gilded Brigade's eyes lit up. Finding relics and stories were not difficult tasks. As long as there were enough people, they could accomplish these tasks.

"Please rest assured, sir. We will definitely do it."

The leaders of the Gilded Brigade expressed their loyalty, ability and attitude.

However, Wang Daoyi just smiled lightly: "Haha, the remains of the Red King are not that easy to find, nor are they that easy to explore. Besides, you should solve the living problems of the tribe first."

Wang Daoyi did not forget that these people had just mentioned their tribe and were still playing the victim.

"Let the Red Sand Flag fly over the entire desert. I don't want anyone else to compete with me for the remains of the Red King. Do you... understand?"

After obtaining the Red King's broken authority from the Red King's Holy Appearance Hall, Wang Daoyi naturally regarded the Red King's relics in the entire desert as his own.

This strong possessiveness is also a manifestation of authoritarianism.

If he was in Liyue, Wang Daoyi would hide this possessiveness, just like he has always been a good man in Liyue.

However, this is a desert, and he can show his possessiveness, or rather, his dominance, without restraint.

The people of the sand will only obey his authority more and more, and will not resist.

Because Wang Daoyi is not only a strong man, but also an existence that can give them power.

"Please rest assured, sir. Only when the Red Sand Flag is raised can we survive in the Great Red Sand Sea. For those who are unwilling to raise the flag, we will send them to see the Red King."

The People of Sand are a godless race. Except for some fanatics, most of them have begun to give up their faith in the Red King.

"That's good. Let's go and leave here as soon as possible. People from the Ministry of Education will be here soon."

Leaving the ruins, no one asked what happened in the ruins.

The ordinary Gilded Brigade didn't care what happened inside. For them, this exploration had obtained a large number of cultural relics, which, after being exchanged for resources, could allow the tribe to live a good life for a while, and that was enough.

Of course, these people did not consider that the resources they consumed this month might be the last food reserves of their tribe.

Of course, all of this has nothing to do with Wang Daoyi. Sid and those leaders will handle these things.

When everyone had evacuated the ruins, Wang Daoyi stretched out his finger and pointed into the air, demonstrating the power of authority.

He is commanding the Epiphany to hide itself.

The three huge statues burst into light once again, and a new shield was formed, hiding the Hall of the Holy Epiphany.

Although the most important thing here had been taken away by himself, the golden dreamland that gave him a palpitating feeling still made Wang Daoyi choose to hide here.

After taking a last look at the ruins, Wang Dao left without looking back. Behind him was the Gilded Brigade returning with a full load.

Chapter 209: The Last Follower of the Red King

Three days later, an unknown village in the desert.

Wang Daoyi came here quietly, following his inner feelings.

Ever since he obtained the authority left by the Red King, he had been feeling something entangled in his heart.

So after settling the people of Chisha Banner, Wang Daoyi went out and followed his inner guidance and got here all the way.

Silently observing this small village, I found that there were no people from the Gilded Brigade. It was like a clear stream in the desert.

After confirming that there was no hidden boss, Wang Daoyi approached the village.

"who are you?"

After taking a few steps, he was stopped by a group of young people. The young people were only fifteen or sixteen years old, with stubble just growing on their immature faces.

At this time, Wang Daoyi did not wear a mask on his face and showed a friendly smile: "I am a traveler in the desert. I passed by here and wanted to ask for a bowl of water."

There was doubt in the young man's eyes: "Traveller, you are not lying, are you? Our village has not seen a single traveler come here for a year."

"Are you the village guard? Where is your village chief?" Wang Daoyi asked gently, without showing any sign of the power of the leader of the Red Sand Flag.

"Why, do you want to know the news? I won't tell you." The young man became more vigilant.

Wang Daoyi couldn't help but shook his head: "Although it is a good thing to be vigilant, you should know by looking at the Eye of God on my waist that I am someone you can't beat. Therefore, you are the one who informs the villagers that someone is coming to visit." It should be done.”

"Eye of God? What is that?" The young man looked confused.

Wang Daoyi was stunned. Is there anyone these days who doesn't know the Eye of God? For a moment, he didn't know whether he should explain to the boy what the Eye of God was.

"Ahem, Clark, stop blocking the guests." An old voice came from the village.

The young man's face changed, and he was a little worried: "Oh no, it's all your fault. Grandpa must have been disturbed."

"Ha, then why don't you go and have a look?" Wang Dao said with a smile.

Young Clark didn't answer and ran straight to the village. Wang Daoyi followed him, looking at everything in the village as he moved forward.

"What an ancient village."

Looking at the various strange tools in the village, Wang Daoyi sighed. Most of these tools have been eliminated for many years, and some can be traced back to thousands of years ago.

And this village is still using these ancient tools.

It is better to say that it is ancient than backward.

Following young Clark, Wang Daoyi came to an ordinary mud house.

A gray-haired old man was snoring in the sun here. With Wang Daoyi's eyesight, he could vaguely see the appearance of young Clark in the old man.

Perhaps, it is a pair of grandfather and grandson.

"I'm very sorry, I'm too old to get up to welcome you, distinguished guest." The old man said in a very slow tone.

Wang Daoyi shook his head, with strong curiosity in his eyes, but he still remained polite: "You don't have to be so polite. In my hometown, respecting the old and caring for the young is a virtue. I'm the one who's rude to bother you without preparing any gifts." right."

Hearing Wang Daoyi's words, the old man's wrinkled face showed a smile: "It's been a long time since I've seen a strong man like you who has such powerful power and yet remains polite. Welcome to Aru Village."

"Aru Village?" Wang Dao frowned.

This name is exactly the same as the largest gathering place in the desert.

Seeing Wang Daoyi's frown, the old man showed a true expression: "It seems that you should have been to Aru Village on the other side of the desert."

"what do you mean?"

Wang Daoyi asked.

The old man tried his best to open his eyes, showing a hint of nostalgia: "The Aru Village over there and the Aru Village here were originally the same, but they were separated because of a disagreement."

"It's obvious that the people over there have abandoned their faith!!" Young Clark shouted loudly from the side, looking a little angry.

"Faith..." The old man did not reprimand the rude Karak, but looked at the boy with some sadness, "This is really not a good word."

Wang Daoyi was a little curious: "Old man, do you have any different views on the word faith?"

High emotional intelligence: What a different view.

Low emotional intelligence: Do you have no faith?

"Ha, no, I also have faith, and my faith has never faded."

The old man became excited, and his old face seemed to be full of energy.

As the old man's mood fluctuated, the earth veins in this area began to become disordered.

There was a trace of surprise in his eyes, and Wang Daoyi was a little unbelievable.

This old man actually activated the earth's veins simply with his emotions. This kind of thing was difficult for Wang Daoyi himself to do.

"I'm sorry, old guy, I'm a little excited." The old man quickly calmed down, "The word faith is too heavy for me."

"Can I hear your story if you'd like?"

For some reason, the authority deep in Wang Daoyi's soul was beating slightly.

There was a little nostalgia in the old man's eyes: "Okay, if you talk about these things, it might be a lot better."

In Wang Daoyi's expectation, the old man slowly told the story:

[That is an old story,

In order to fulfill the rebellious fantasy and transcend the confinement of the sky,

At the same time, it is also for the future of mankind and the awakening of mankind.

The ancient and divine king chose to set his plan in motion

"Unify thousands of thoughts into one, unify thousands of calculations into one,"

"Thus shall man be the king of kings, and the God of gods."

However, as the plan progresses, when the one he loves dies, the Son of Heaven cannot escape wear and tear.