“After all, as a ‘god’, even if it’s a ‘conceptual god’ like me, we can also have some enchanting effects because of people’s faith, right
Just like beautiful women attract lustful men, as a person of light, I will naturally attract people with light in their hearts - they will find my presence a little conspicuous, but that's all. After all, I am not a deity of seductive concepts. "
"Is that so? But then again, can concept gods also be changed by faith?"
Yang Hao nodded thoughtfully, and after pulling another chair to sit opposite Lalumia, he showed great curiosity about the existence of "God".
If nothing unexpected happens, the United Nations will need to kill God - kill the God of Light Constantine and take back his power.
In this situation, it would be a great thing to know more about God...
But then again, was I "enchanted" just now? Does this mean that I am also a person with a bright heart
This is really all thanks to Theresa's constant companionship... Yang Hao silently thanked his lover in his heart, and it was at this time that Lalumia gave a positive answer:
"Yes. People have always had a misunderstanding that [conceptual gods are not affected by faith] - in fact, this is a wrong conclusion."
Lalumia closed the book in her hand, and Yang Hao saw that the cover of the book seemed to be a diary, and Theresa's name seemed to be written on the diary.
"Concept God is actually the same as normal life. The essence of "concept" is like the gender of men and women. In most cases, it cannot be modified artificially. But in fact, it is just [cannot be modified in most cases].
Most of the time, the manifestation of a concept god will change due to the huge faith of the believers, right?"
Lalumia stood up and spun around. Yang Hao was a little worried that the nun's uniform on her chest would burst as she spread her arms and spun around.
"Although 'man and woman' are still 'man and woman', under the influence of believers, the originally tough 'man' may eventually become a 'man like a woman' full of feminine beauty."
In the same way, as a concept of light, I will also change due to the different beliefs of believers - the most typical example is my current image. "
She stopped in front of Yang Hao, pointed at her face which was almost identical to Theresa's, her nun's uniform, her breasts, the garters and white boots on her legs, and gently traced a circle around the fleshy edge of the socks.
"Although as a conceptual god I can 'fix' my appearance, as you can see, when I am not fixed, my current body has become like Theresa because of the fantasies of my believers.
This is a typical example of a conceptual God being changed by faith - of course, as a conceptual God, my essence of "light" will never change, no matter what.
Our next opponent, the God of Light Constantine, is another matter."
Light began to dance again. She moved back and forth in the room, and finally sat down in her chair again. She had a book in her hand.
Lalumia gently opened the book, wrote and drew on it, and then she playfully narrowed one eye under Yang Hao's curious gaze and said "Don't peek", and then she once again gave her own opinion:
“As a usurper, Constantine possesses a stable entity—that is, his own human body, and also possesses my power—the power of ‘light’ that he usurped.
At the same time, he also possesses the power of faith that believers have placed in him over the past few hundred years, and has even recently come up with the concept of "corpses" and "living dead"...
At the same time, he essentially represents a person who craves power and status—
In a sense, after he truly became a god through his own efforts, he was a powerful new god who could have multiple beliefs at the same time.
However, his "flesh" will be his biggest weakness. My child, please answer me a question: Why is the "flesh" the biggest weakness of a newborn god? "
Lalumia's question made Yang Hao silent for a long time. Then the man said thoughtfully:
"Is it because powerful conceptual gods don't have a 'body'?"
Bang!
Lalumia snapped her fingers, smiled and nodded, saying: Correct.
As a newborn god, as a usurper, and as a "mortal", the body that Constantine once possessed is his greatest weakness today, and is also one of the goals of the future United Nations.
Although Constantine may have stored his body in the "light" heaven or in an extremely secret place in the Roman Empire, it is certain that as long as Yang Hao and others can find Constantine's body, his demise will probably be a matter of seconds.
“As long as we cause damage to his body, those damages will manifest in Constantine’s current divine body. As long as we completely destroy Constantine’s body, Constantine will die completely.
In a sense, finding Constantine's body is the best shortcut to victory.
But just as every child would hide the most precious things in his own secret base, Constantine's protection of his body can be said to be to the extreme... Even I don't know where his body is? So this matter, although it is simpler than directly killing the gods, is still a long way to go. "
Although I know that "body" is Constantine's weakness, to put it bluntly, it's just like knowing that every human's anus is also a weakness. Knowing the weakness is one thing, and being able to poke the weakness in battle is another.
But even so, Yang Hao was still grateful for Lalumia's reminder - after all, if Lalumia hadn't reminded him, he might still be foolishly trying to find a way to fight the God of Light directly...
But this way, the pressure is much greater... To find a body of God, how easy is that? It is easy to set a goal, but it is really difficult to actually do it...
How many people dream of earning 50,000 yuan a month after graduating from college? How many people can actually do this
Not to mention the various difficulties encountered along the way to achieving the goal... And not to mention, Yang Hao's target is not just him now.
Carrying various pressures at the same time, Yang Hao felt his head starting to feel dizzy again.
He has been so busy at work recently... He thinks that he should take a vacation and spend some time with Anna to play around...
Otherwise my body would really collapse - just as Yang Hao was thinking this in a trance, he suddenly felt a pair of hands gently around his shoulders.
Looking up, it was Lalumia who was sneaking over. As always, she looked at everyone and everything in front of her with loving eyes. But this time, the love she showed Yang Hao was mixed with a hint of encouragement and love.
"Just take your time, kid." Lady Guangming said softly, patting Yang Hao's back to comfort him.
"Although time is tight, this is not a reason for you to squander your life at will. I don't want Theresa to be a widow for hundreds of years to come, nor do I want to see one life after another die from overwork. Have a good rest, understand?"
"But I can't rest... Compared to this, Theresa is..."
"Literally. She is already my saint. The power of faith flows to me through her hands. She will be gradually transformed by the divine power, and eventually become a being that will not age or get sick for hundreds of years...
But if you continue to destroy your body like this, then no matter whether it is the magic of the elves or the magic of the gods, no one can save you, understand?"
Lady Lalumia gently patted Yang Hao's back. She slowly embraced Yang Hao in her arms and added:
"If you really collapse from overwork, Theresa will be sad too."
"But you should have more people to care about than me, right? This world doesn't want children who have to do hard labor at a young age and end up dying of exhaustion. Why don't you care about them instead of me?"
"After all, I don't have the ability to care about everyone right now. Besides, as long as you can live and continue your work, then one day, those children won't have to leave home to work when they are still young, right?"
"In other words, Lalumia, you hope to use me to make this world brighter?"
As he was gradually embraced in his arms, his vision gradually became dim, but this time Yang Hao had room to breathe.
He gradually lost control of his eyelids in the drowsy warmth. He felt very tired, as if all the work pressure from the past few months had been put on him today...
He wanted to fall asleep, to fall asleep in this warmth and softness. However, he still had to hold on to his spirit. At least he needed to figure out why Lalumia helped him so much before he could fall asleep peacefully.
Facing Yang Hao's stubbornness, Lady Lalumia just smiled and nodded:
"If you wish and feel that this will give you peace of mind, then you can naturally think so - after all, there are also examples in this world where "lies" can bring light to the world...
After all, not every child can accept the reality that their father died on the battlefield, so aren’t the “letters” sent from afar the best proof that children can grow up with hope? "
"But it's just a lie... What should we do if it's finally exposed? Should we continue to tell another lie?"
"Lies will be exposed one day, but at least we can prevent a fragile child from dying on the road to growth, and give him a chance to recognize the weight of responsibility and finally grow up. Or, let him embrace hope and continue to move forward after seeing the reality. Isn't it?"
"Guangming" gently stroked the back of Yang Hao's head and said, "Go to sleep. If you take a nap, at least the current fatigue will be swept away."
"You can call me mom if you want."
"Uh..." Yang Hao finally couldn't stand his increasingly heavy eyelids anymore.
He let his eyelids fall and the world in his eyes fell into darkness.
He chose to believe Lalumia's "lie"... He thought, maybe Lalumia really wanted to make the world a better place through him, so she was willing to be so good to him
Not everyone in this world can be like Theresa... With this thought in mind, he fell asleep.
Balanced breathing came out gently from his mouth and nose. Lalumia held him gently, as if she was coaxing a child to fall asleep quickly. Even though Yang Hao was fast asleep, she had no intention of leaving.
She just patted and patted, patting the exhausted man's back until the last muscle in his body completely relaxed. Then, the benevolent deity used her power to gently "carry" him to the bed, put him down, and covered him with a quilt.
After Lalumia confirmed again and again that the magic she had just released had completely completed its effect, she chuckled and said:
"Although it's not quite the level of 'grievance'. But this way, at least the fatigue accumulated over the past few months... should be eliminated."
Lalumia sat on the edge of the bed, stroking Yang Hao's eyelashes and sighing:
"And... how could I not care about those children? But... like I said, little Yanghao... if God is really omnipotent, would this world still be invaded by demons like it is now
God is just a child who is more powerful than humans... That's all. So you bear a lot of pressure and attention...
If possible, I actually want you to give up these things that are too heavy and just be an ordinary human being.
But it can't be done. So... Come on, kid. Have a sweet dream. That's all I can give you..."
Lalumia kissed Yang Hao's forehead, made a mischievous "hush" gesture to the invisible magic in the void, and then left the room with her two books.
That night, Yang Hao slept very soundly.
He dreamed of his sworn brother, his sister-in-law, Anna who was growing up normally and healthily, the Roman Empire which could have gotten better and better under their leadership, Cecilia who was no longer angry, and Priscilla who chose to go out of the Mage Tower more often.
But in the end, he gave up all these beautiful dreams and walked straight towards the arrogant and annoying little nun in the dilapidated village.
He knew it was a dream, but even so...
He also hopes to live out this dream with Theresa.
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Chapter 1: Changes in the United Nations and Mother Light's... -8K
The end of April in the year 006 of the Imperial Calendar.
When Barron, a farmer from Bayerjans, walked out of his home on the afternoon of his day off and finally came to his regular pub, the Burning Box, he was greeting his familiar friends while looking at them with pity as they were dragged out of the bar by two women pulling their ears.
Watching them leave, Barron just sighed, "Fortunately my wife is an open-minded person," and decided to drink his friend's share of wine as well.
After all, to put it bluntly, he was just dragged away in a hurry, so the wine that was originally placed on the table should still be there, right
It’s a pity that the wine was kept, but it no longer belonged to Barron.
When Barron entered the tavern, he could only watch with regret as the two large glasses of beer produced in Caparia were taken away by the young and beautiful elf girl.
Although the other person might be several times older than his entire family combined, Barron could only say that as long as she looked young and beautiful, she was young and beautiful.
So he just shrugged his shoulders, put a few copper coins on the table, and shouted to the bartender to bring him the refreshing beer.
"Hey, isn't this Barron? How come you have time to drink today?"
A man with shifty eyes and a guard uniform came up to him. His name was Maureen, and he was an old acquaintance of Barron's.
When they were still fighting the demons underground, Barron was a grower of the underground mushroom garden, and Morin was a guard at the city gate. They were good friends who always talked badly about each other, and naturally they were also good drinking buddies at the table.
In response to Morin's teasing, Barron just shrugged to show that his wife was in a good mood, then moved his butt to make room.
Morin squeezed over, and before Barron could say anything, he also paid a few copper coins and asked the busy bartender to make him a glass of mellow and dark beer.
The two glared at each other, and finally, they simultaneously turned their eyes to the two large, white... uh, glasses of beer brought by the elf bartender.
"Two beers... Please enjoy - by the way, if any of your wives are against you drinking and might come over to arrest you, I must remind you that we do not have "insurance" service."
The elf bartender blinked and placed the beer in front of the two guests. Then, this elf, who looked petite but was actually much larger than the two adult humans, turned and left.
The two Bayerjans just stared at the outline of the woman's thighs that was faintly visible under her long skirt.
After a while, they sighed at the same time, and said at the same time "Only young people think about the beauty of perfection", and then they took their first sip of wine together.
For Barron, life has gotten better since Bayer-Jans ascended to the surface.
During the underground period, the most important task he had to do every day when working in a mushroom farm plantation was to bury the bodies of his own people.
At that time, the mushroom garden could no longer grow on its own due to the extreme lack of magic power.
They need nutrients to grow new mushrooms. And for the Byzantine people at that time, the best fertilizer that could provide nutrients was the bodies of their dead.