Seeker of Teyvat

The most important thing is that there is no mask on this man's face.

As the only person who was given power by Wang Daoyi, among the entire Red Sand banner, only West Germany could vaguely feel the greatness of Wang Daoyi.

Of course, this kind of greatness does not refer to any deeds, but to the height at which Wang Daoyi stands now.

"If the people of the sand have gods, they must be like you." This sentence is the truest portrayal of West Germany's heart.

So after seeing this painting of the deity, Sid became a little excited: "Sir, you..."

For the first time, Wang Daoyi took off his mask in front of West Germany and revealed his true face.

"Sid, what do you think about me becoming the new god of the people of sand?" There seemed to be a hint of inquiry in his tone.

However, West Germany was already so excited that he couldn't help himself. The moment he saw Wang Daoyi's face, his mind matched Wang Daoyi with the person in the portrait.

The shadow of a god with white hair and golden eyes, holding a code, appeared deep in West Germany's heart.

He fell to the ground and bowed his head in front of Wang Daoyi: "Only you and your authority will last forever."

"Hahahahahahahahaha, Sid, you will be my first king, don't let me down." Wang Daoyi looked satisfied. With Sid's reaction, Wang Daoyi became more determined in his choice.

The portrait in his hand floated towards West Germany: "Go, build a statue for me and promote the name of authority."

"Your will is my path, and I will spread your authority to every corner of the desert." West Germany stretched out his hands, respectfully took the hanging portrait scroll in front of him, and made his oath at the same time.

He has no intention of putting on the mask again. Now Wang Daoyi has already thought about it. He will completely walk on the path of God in the desert and ascend the throne of God. Then he will no longer have to hide himself in the eyes of the people of the sand.

Stretching out his hand, a ray of golden light bloomed on Wang Dao's fingertips, and his authority touched Xi De's forehead.

Suddenly, a sense of majesty appeared on West Germany's body.

"In this way, you look like a leader." Wang Daoyi nodded with satisfaction.

Sid didn't know what was going on and could only lower his head before his god.

When he raised his head again, Wang Daoyi had left, leaving only the weak fluctuations of the earth veins.

Holding the scroll in his hand, Sid stood up from the ground, his eyes already filled with enthusiasm.

"Come here, call all the tribal leaders to my place. We are going to start hunting."

West Germany shouted, and immediately the Gilded Brigade began to move.

Chapter 223: Rioting Desert

Soon, a group of people gathered in West Germany's tent.

"Elder Xide, what happened."

A magic rock servant asked.

West Germany held the picture scroll in his hand, with a sense of majesty on his face: "According to your Lord's order, we established the statue of the god and spread the authority. We, the people of the sand, are about to welcome a new god."

As soon as West Germany's words came out, there was an uproar below.

"Elder Xide, are you kidding me? King Red has been dead for so many years, and now you say we are going to have a new god?"

"Yes, God? Ha, this word does not belong to the Sand People."

"Is this really an order given to you by your lord? Where is your lord?"

"The people of the sand don't believe in gods, just like the gods over there in the rain forest. What's the use of such gods?"

Questions came to Sid's ears one after another. However, Sid was not angry. How could these people who had never seen God understand the greatness of God?

"Shut up. I didn't ask you to come here to question me. If you have any opinions, you can report me to the adults next time. But now, follow my orders."

A ray of golden light bloomed on Xi De's forehead, and the wind and sand surrounded him. Everyone suddenly felt unprecedented pressure.

This kind of powerful oppression should not appear on West Germany.

"This is... the power of adults."

After feeling the power of authority, everyone did not dare to say anything more and all looked at West Germany.

West nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hand, and the scroll of God slowly opened, revealing the portrait inside.

"This is the portrait of the Lord, and we must build the statue according to it."

Looking at the portrait of the god with white hair and golden eyes wearing a crown, the Gilded Brigade fell into silence.

Yoshihisa

"This... is similar to the legendary Red King." A member of the Gilded Brigade spoke slowly.

In many legends of the Red King, the appearance of the Red King is described, just like the gods on the scrolls, with white hair and golden pupils.

It is said that the descendants of the Red King Gao Tian left behind, so these appearances represent the noble bloodline of the Red King.

And Wang Daoyi's choice to use this image also means to attract a wave of Red King traffic.

Although the Red King has passed away for thousands of years, and except for some of the Gilded Brigade, most of the people of the sand no longer believe in him, but his legend in the desert has not diminished and remains extremely popular.

The people in the desert forgot the disaster brought to them by the Red King, and only remembered that there once was such a great king in the desert.

When Wang Daoyi appears in this image, more sand people will naturally be attracted to surrender to him.

"To build the statue, a lot of manpower is needed. We don't have enough manpower, West Germany." Greta said.

He was also the first person to follow Wang Daoyi, and was the leader of the raider tribe that West Germany led Wang Daoyi to find. He later cooperated with West Germany when exploring the Holy Epiphany Hall, and his current status in Red Sand Banner is already Second only to West Germany.

"That's why I summoned you. We need more people, and I'm going to recruit from smaller tribes further away."

A dangerous gleam appeared in West Germany's eyes. As soon as Wang Dao ordered the establishment of the statue and spread his authority, West Germany knew that Red Sand Banner needed to change its development strategy.

Chisha Banner, which has been dormant for more than a month, has recovered some of its vitality. A large amount of supplies have been transported here from the rainforest area. Coupled with the recent transactions with the Order, the supplies have been enriched to the limit.

Even some coolie workers under Chisha can eat three meals a day and still have meat every meal.

In the past, the desert tribes groped in the desert every day, relied on barren oases, and had to worry about being robbed. This kind of life was unimaginable.

"Okay, I support you." Greta was the first to respond. For a martial artist like him, venturing out is the best choice.

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

……

In the following time, the tribes in the desert soon discovered that the Red Sand Banner, which had been silent and focused on dealing with Tanit, became active again.

Hundreds of warriors rode pack animals and stood in front of a tribal oasis. Red sandstorm flags fluttered and a powerful aura spread here.

"Submit or be destroyed!"

Holding a long-handled giant ax in his hand, the power belonging to the Erling in his body was boiling. Greta's eyes were filled with cruel light. In front of him was the trembling matron of the small tribe.

Greta was disdainful of the position of mistress. After the establishment of the Red Sand Banner, this position was directly abolished. Most of the so-called mistresses were assigned to manage some small tasks, and the leaders of each tribe changed. Became the most powerful warrior in the tribe.

Faced with the threat of hundreds of warriors, the matriarch of this small tribe could only lower her head and say, "We... surrender."

"Hmph, you know what's going on. Come, clean up this camp and take the people back."

Chisha Banner currently does not need more camps, it only needs population, a large population.

Once the construction of the idol begins, no number of people will be enough.

In the process of expanding outward, there are those who surrender, and naturally there are those who resist.

On the other side of the desert, warriors holding high red sand flags rushed into a tribe and started a brutal massacre.

"In the name of authority, I sentence you to death."

West Germany held the Scroll of God in his hand, his eyes full of indifference.

In his view, death is the only destination for those who are unwilling to surrender to the authority of God.

"You are the people of Kasak. I know you, West Germany. Kill the sister tribe, Kasak. The sandstorm will drown you." An elder of the resisting tribe saw West Germany clearly, recognized his identity, and shouted loudly He yelled.

Then he was decapitated by a Red Sand Banner soldier from behind, and his angry head rolled down to West Germany's feet.

"You actually recognized that we are the Kasak tribe? Sister tribes, haha, when Kasak is about to die, where will you be?"

West Germany did not have the slightest favorable impression of this person who claimed to be a sister tribe. He looked at the dead head and said, "Without the coming of my god, Kashaq would have perished long ago. Oh, if you surrendered, maybe you would still be a sister tribe. It’s a pity that you chose to resist.”

After saying that, he looked up at the fragmented tribe, and West Germany said loudly: "Kneel down and avoid death."

The soldiers of the Gilded Brigade protecting him on the edge of West Germany immediately shouted: "Kneel down and avoid death."

Soon, the surviving people in this broken tribe knelt down one after another. Only a few people continued to resist, and were then surrounded and killed by the people of the Red Sand Banner.

“It’s a damn waste of so much population.”

West Germany didn't care whether the tribe surrendered or resisted. What he wanted was just the population to build the statue.

"Clean up the battlefield and take the people back."

……

One month later

Jiaolingyuan·Wisdom Palace

Wang Daoyi, who was observing the stragglers, felt the incomplete power that began to gradually recover deep in his soul, with a smile on his face.

[The power of authority comes from the fulfillment of responsibilities]

When he gained authority, Goldfinger reminded him, so he asked West Germany to build a statue of the god and spread authority.

Part of it is for the belief after becoming a god, and the other part is to test what one's responsibilities are.

Sure enough, the feedback from the authorities now explains everything.

As long as someone submits to his authority and is willing to carry out his wishes, he is strengthening his authority.

And by protecting these people and giving them a better life, he is also fulfilling the duties of an authoritative Lord, and it will also strengthen his authority.

[In this case, to what extent should the authority of Wendy, who gave the people of Mondstadt freedom, and the emperor, who has fulfilled the contract for thousands of years, be strengthened? 】

You know, their authority is probably freedom and contract.

[No, the power of the Seven Rulings is definitely not just that simple. 】

After thinking about it, Wang Daoyi gave up on exploring the source of the power of the Seven Consuls. Even if he took the path of god, the power of the Seven Consuls was still too far away for him.

In front of Wang Daoyi, the skirmishers looked at Wang Daoyi's changing expression, and felt a bad feeling in their hearts, let alone saying that there was something wrong with their transformation.

Skirmisher: Is that okay? This guy.

Chapter 224 You are a girl now

Wang Daoyi, who had paused his thinking, gradually returned to his mind. He turned his attention back to the skirmisher and found that his face looked strange.

"Huh? What's wrong with you? The operation was successful. Are you afraid that I will fail?"

Wang Daoyi asked strangely, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

The skirmisher's power was currently sealed and he really didn't have the strength to speak, so he could only roll his eyes feebly.

"Haha, it must be very uncomfortable not to be able to speak. I deliberately strengthened the seal on your vocal cords because I didn't want you to be able to speak."

Wang Daoyi smiled unscrupulously.

The stragglers rolled their eyes one after another, feeling that some special rice wife blood successor was about to awaken.

After teasing the stragglers for a while and soothing his mood, Wang Daoyi became serious: "There was no rejection in the previous transformation. I'm going to open your body and take a look. Are you ready?"

"Oh, I forgot, you can't talk." Once again showing his bad taste, Wang Daoyi seriously picked up the scalpel.

Opening up the body that has been transformed beyond recognition

"Prepare tools, open sterile protection, and prepare repair solution."

After giving instructions to the scholar next to him, and then ignoring the white eyes of the stragglers, Wang Daoyi stretched out his hand and groped inside his body.

"You've recovered well. The previous transformation has been accepted by your body. Your body...is worthy of being a creation of God."

Just like a collector seeing a peerless work of art, Wang Daoyi also marveled at how... perfect Sanbing's body was.

This god's creation, the original puppet of Ray's movie, his body is almost in the most perfect state under the god.