God Simulator

The prophet's spoon looked up.

High in the boundless blue sky, terrifying fireballs like a rainstorm descended from the sky, carrying the wrath of the gods and knocking the black sun down.

At this time, miracles prevailed over natural disasters, and the power of gods resounded throughout the sky.

The Black Sun, the source of disasters that has created countless monsters in the past thirty years and terrified the entire world, and is secretly worshiped by many people, seems extremely insignificant at this moment.

In the center of the flames and explosions, the dark sun suddenly fell, sinking from the sky into the ocean.

This scene in the sky made the citizens of Yaocheng stunned.

Medicine Spoon's lips closed, and he said in a low and pious voice: "The gods have fallen into the sun."

Everyone fell into a carnival moment and their hearts were surging.

"God, God!"

"The invincible Yao!"

"Praise you, great god! Yao is the only sun and true god!"

"The dark sun sinks! Hahaha, so happy!"

"Before Yao God, even the sun must surrender!"

"There is only one creator in the world, and that is God Yao!"

On the steps of the temple, Medicine Spoon looked at the countless fanatical people around him.

She paused for a moment with the wooden staff in her hand, and the brass ring on the head of the staff clanked.

This is the inspiration Medicine Spoon got from the prophet Dolenunun next door. The cane can assist movement and is also a symbol. With slight modification, it can also be used as a vocal tool.

The crisp sound caused by the impact of the copper ring immediately silenced the nearby citizens. This calmness spread quickly like water waves, causing everyone to look at the prophet on the steps of the temple.

Yao Shao glanced at everyone, but she didn't speak, and everyone didn't dare to speak.

The prophetess said majestically: "The power of God cannot be violated."

"Even the sun must follow the will of Yao."

"The great god Yao has returned to his faithful world."

"Citizens, this is an extremely important day, this is a holy and noble moment."

"As followers and servants, we cannot see the great figure of God with our eyes, but we can at least remember this day firmly."

"Please remember the present, remember the glory of this time, remember the power of God, and remember our pride and humility as followers and witnesses."

"Let us celebrate and commemorate this day with festivals and festivals!"

Medicine Spoon said slowly: "Today is the day when the gods fall into the sun!"

"Falling sun! Falling sun!"

"Festival of the Falling Sun! Festival of the Falling Sun!"

"The power of the gods descends from heaven, when the sun falls!"

The citizens immediately knelt down one by one and began to pray and worship.

…

In the Salt City, Dolenunu stood on a high platform, pointing his hand covered with gems and gold to the sky, and excitedly announced loudly: "This is the power of the gods!"

"The gods are taming the sun!"

"This is the will of the god Yao and the punishment of the great creator on the sun."

"The gods were angry and the sun fell into the sea."

"Today is the guidance given to us by the gods. Except for the gods in Lord Yao's temple, the rest are all false gods!"

For many years, Dolenunu has always spoken with an islander accent, and his words cannot be as dignified as the prophet next door. But on the other hand, the chief prophet was more passionate and his words were simple and easy to understand.

"citizens!"

"listen to me."

"The gods put reins on the sun, just like we once tamed the wild horses!"

The old prophet waved his golden staff excitedly, his voice rising and falling, as if he was accompanying the gods to tame the sun.

"This is an amazing day. We must record this day and tell it for future generations to let our descendants know."

"To celebrate the miracle of the gods taming the sun, everyone, take out the wine and drink!"

As he spoke, the old prophet raised a clay pot handed to him by the person next to him and took the lead in taking a big sip.

The old mayor Shang Li beside him couldn't help but remind him in a low voice: "You'd better drink less."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Today is the day for the gods to show their power. Although I am the White God's prophet, I am also a server of the Lord Yao God's temple... How can I not drink more!"

The prophet, who was quite young, drank happily.

He waved his golden staff: "Everyone, let's revel, dance, and sing! This moment belongs to God Yao, and it also belongs to us as believers. Let us offer our joy and praise to the great God Yao!"

The old prophet took the lead, grabbing the golden staff with both hands and twisting it. The colorful bird feather cloak on his body swayed in the wind, and his posture was extremely flexible.

The citizens laughed when they saw this, and everyone sang, danced, and drank carnivally.

After a brief period of slavery and turmoil and destruction, this city, which was in dire need, regained its former vitality when the sun went down.

The old mayor Shang Li also tried to twist, but compared to the silky-footed old prophet next to him, he seemed stiff and clumsy. He accidentally ducked his waist.

Shang Li grinned and shrank to one side, leaning on a crutch with one hand and supporting his waist with the other, feeling both pain and happiness.

Everyone in Yancheng was celebrating lively.

Shang Li set his sights in the direction of the monument.

How are you doing in the ghost town now, old man? You should be celebrating at this time.

It won't be long before we meet again.

At that time, you will definitely laugh at me, an old guy.

…

South of the continent.

In the ghost town of Saniloli, Mayor Chapman is discussing specific cooperation plans with the stove clan.

As long as he is willing, Chapman can easily handle this group of dwarfs who don't know much about anything and play them around. However, considering the long-term cooperation in the future, it needs to be open and honest to ensure the interests of both parties as much as possible.

To come up with a simple and accurate explanation of the dwarves is a laborious task.

The dwarves, who were already separated by language, looked at a loss.

Just as Chapman was wiping his sweat and preparing to speak again, an unprecedented violent roar suddenly sounded in the air.

He raised his head and saw the scene that spread throughout the world.

The black sun sank into the ocean under the bombardment of countless flaming meteorites.

The arrogant An Sun was publicly punished by the gods and shot down from the sky.

Even in the city of Sanilo, which has always kept aloof from the world, the ghost residents were all ecstatic, shouting for the god Yao and praising the god's power and power.

The sandworms who went to work in the city shivered after seeing the god falling into the sun, and tried their best to hide in the soil. The ghosts can only come and pat them gently to comfort them.

"It's okay, the gods are dealing with the sun, not you."

"This is a city protected by gods. Don't be afraid. You are also citizens of Sanillo."

"Okay, okay, it's okay."

"Have you done anything blasphemous? If not, what are you afraid of?"

"If you are really scared, go and worship outside the temple. Lord Yao is very kind. As long as you worship, he will bless you."

The dwarves were also excited to see it.

They couldn't understand many of what Mayor Chapman said, but they could understand the scene in the sky at a glance.

The black sun was picked off by another force above it and thrown into the sea.

He is worthy of being the god followed by the Immortal Knight!

In the next corner, three dwarves gathered together.

"Has everyone decided?"

"Just do it!"

"The first adventure group in the history of the Stove Clan was established today."

"The members include me, who is tall and strong."

"Mighty and mighty!"

"Fire clouds!"

"[The Blast Furnace Strangers] assemble!"

Two male dwarves raised their hammers, one on the left and one on the right, as if they were striking iron. The female dwarf was in the middle, holding the hammer with both hands. The look of the dwarf adventure group is fixed.

"Where is our first adventure goal...?"

Gao Youzhuang suggested: "Go to the sun, where the black sun was shot down, go to the sea, to the west!"

"good!"

"[The Strange Man of the Blast Furnace], target, west!"

…

On the deck of a galley in the sea.

All the sailors held their heads high, watching the black sun fall in the sky. They threw towels and hats, cheered loudly and cursed the sun.

Without the dark sun, the sea monsters will be much quieter.

Tonghai swung his copper hammer and hammered a man-eating crab that tried to climb onto the boat back into the sea.

He looked towards the direction of the setting sun and prayed silently in his heart.

Lord Yao.

May your divine power remain in the world forever and dispel all darkness in the world.

"You are so awesome! Sir, man-eating crabs are tough monsters."

A young man came over and said, "I heard from the sailors that there is a fairy in the southern forest who is said to be extremely wealthy. Whoever can marry her will get all her property. Are you also looking for the fairy?" "

"No, I have a wife."

Tonghai said: "I'm going to find the slave traders. Do you know any news about them?"

The other party was surprised: "Aren't they all dead?"

"They're everywhere, like bugs."

Tonghai said softly: "Have you ever seen a place without bugs?"

The other party thought about it seriously: "The black volcano north of Yaocheng in the Western Continent is very hot on the volcano and there are no insects."

Tonghai was stunned for a moment: "That's right. What's your name?"

"Chubirol, sir."

The young man showed his white teeth and said, "I am a scholar and I am on a pilgrimage."