Chapter 354 354 The Rain That Suppresses the Sun

Chapter 354 354. The rain that suppresses the sun

This engraving was not an engraving made by Croya, but he injected the power of the astral body engraving technique into Sunflower's astral body, and then evolved by himself through the light theocratic laws described by Eden.

The carving also echoes the carols of countless sunflowers——

"May you ascend to the sky."

"Instead of the sun."

"From the eternal loneliness and coldness, spread light across the earth."

The consciousness of countless sunflowers gathered together, as well as the remaining divine power of the Father of Light, all have a strange feeling of being at a sacrificial site, primitive and desolate.

"What an inefficient way to deal with faith."

“Spiritual materials and rituals must be relied upon to ensure that faith is transmitted intact to the god.”

He couldn't help but complain. In his opinion, the Father of Light's sacrificial method was more about making humans fear the "unknown", so there were a lot of cumbersome ritual steps.

This doesn't mean it won't work, but the problem is that if you do this, the transmission of faith will become very inefficient. Some humans who are unable to perform rituals cannot even transmit their faith to the Father of Light.

But these desperate people are the most likely and most promising to become fanatical believers, because faith inherently requires desperation, and only by losing everything can one embrace faith without scruples.

——This is what the followers of the devil are like.

The Sunflower Elf didn't know when he sat on Croya's shoulder, and also complained: "I think so too. It's very easy for followers of the Demon God to make sacrifices. It's not as troublesome as the True God."

"Hey, Master, my magical technique hasn't taken shape yet?"

Although the magic is conceived by its body, it doesn't know whether this high-level magic has been completely completed. After all, it has never seen such a thing before.

"Let me take a look." Croya rubbed its petals and looked towards the ever-changing engraving——

[Cloya’s Sun Replacement Technique (Unfinished)]

[This magic comes from the ultimate magic of the Father of Light: "I will replace the sun." After it is completely completed, through the recognition of the plane consciousness, you can temporarily replace the "sun" with yourself. 】

[When you become the sun, you need to perform the duties of the sun. 】

[The time to become the sun is limited to the completion of duties. 】

"It's not done yet."

"Well...after these magic patterns are basically formed, I will help you find some assistance."

Croya thought of the sungrass placed in another world. With their help, this magic should be completed more smoothly.

"Okay, why did you come to me?" The sunflower elf put the soft flower plate on Croya's face, relying on it wholeheartedly: "You will never come to me if you are fine."

"..."

Why does this sound a bit resentful?

Croya, who felt a little guilty, smiled awkwardly, "It's my fault. I haven't seen you for a while."

"Feel sorry."

"I promise to come and see you more in the future. Your Kingdom of God makes me feel very comfortable and comfortable."

He comforted Sunflower and took out the sun ore: "Can you extract the vitality in it? Just like extracting ordinary sunlight."

After being comforted, the sunflower stretched out a shining golden tentacle and wrapped it around the ore. After feeling it carefully for a while, it suddenly showed an ecstatic expression, and warm light filled the petals.

"Father!"

"Father!"

It said almost impatiently with a tone of surprise: "There is something in here!"

“It’s delicious food!”

When it said this, it could not wait to use its own power to decompose the ore. In just a few seconds, the violent and fierce energy in the ore was filtered by it, leaving only the flowing, like It is gas and liquid-like light.

That's extremely pure solar energy.

Croya's calculation based on what he felt was that just this little bit could probably drive a demon statue for a month.

A piece of ore can power the golem for a month.

What a super energy source this is.

Solar energy is so scary.

"But is it that simple for you to filter it?" Croya asked strangely: "The method of filtering this energy in the star realm is the secret of every force. How can it be so simple for you?"

"Is it because of the Rainbow Poem?"

He originally thought it was the magical power of "Poetry of Rainbow Colors", but who knew that Sunflower shook his head: "No! Father, have you ever thought that the sun's light penetrates the boundless darkness and coldness, and also longs for warmth? "

"Um?"

This was indeed something that Croya had never thought of.

At least so far, the light of the sun that he has felt is selfless, lofty, and powerful in treating all things equally. There is no such emotion as "fear" and "desire" at all.

——He has always believed that the sun cannot have such emotions.

As the source of life for all things, how can we be afraid of the sun? How could it desire warmth...it itself is the warmest existence.

"Let me feel it with you." He directly linked his mental power with Sunflower, and then took out a piece of sun ore and handed it to it: "Come on."

Of course, Himawari would not refuse, and slowly and thoughtfully filtered the contents of the ore. From absorbing to filtering, everything was clearly laid out in front of Croya.

This is not the first time he has sensed this, because he must learn the magic of filtering sunlight, the Separation of Seven Lights, several special Druid spells and the "Poetry of Rainbow Colors" before he can engrave it.

But what I felt this time was...

After sensing the gentle touch of the sunflower, the powerful solar energy inside grasped the life-saving straw like a child who had been lonely in the dark for a long time, and handed it over without hesitation.

The solar energy flows through the roots and body of the sunflower, and it seems to be soothed by the warmth. Finally, it releases its own energy contentedly, and it itself is like the dew in the morning, hidden in the warmth of the sunflower.

It seemed to let out a sigh of contentment as it disappeared.

It was as light as a whisper, but it had a special rhythm and a trembling of magic.

"Spirituality."

"Prayer?"

Croya sensed many of them in succession, and his eyes lit up. He was very sure that there was spirituality in these sun ores! It is these spiritualities that limit the energy release of solar ore.

The rainbow sunflower is inherently very tolerant. No matter what it is, you can get a "gift" from it, and it is an unconditional gift - the source of all this is the selfless and great sun.

Light shines and the sun shines without asking for anything in return.

It stands to reason that if it gives power casually like this, it will lose its power very quickly, but the fact is just the opposite. The more it gives, the more it gets. Every time Croya sees it, he even feels like he was looking at a Buddha statue in his previous life. .

This is something he has never seen in any gods. In his opinion, those gods are nothing more than strong men ascending the throne of God. They have no divinity at all and can only be said to be "god-level strong men."

But the sunflower gave him a real sense of god.

Therefore, he increasingly supports Sunflower's own development, and even gradually cuts out the chapters of "Poetry of Rainbow Colors" from its imprints - the chapters imprinted by him add to his thinking and can serve as inspiration and guidance, but they are absolutely Not Sunflower’s final path.

Thinking of this, he suddenly patted Sunflower with emotion, "I don't have much to guide you. I'm afraid you have to walk the next road on your own."

Hearing Croya's words, the sunflower was shocked - it really faded away, and the original iridescent color turned gray and transparent, and it arched hard into Croya's arms.

While thrusting back and forth, he cried: "No!"

"Are you going to abandon me?"

"If you abandon me, I would rather destroy myself!"

Croya: "..."

He reluctantly held Sunflower in his arms to comfort him. Its noble divinity suddenly disappeared, leaving only a dog-like dependence on it and the fear of its owner abandoning it.

Even Croya doesn't know the source of its fear at this time. As a sunflower that has almost become a god, its life will be so long that it is almost eternity. It cannot imagine what it would be like to lose its father in eternity. What an experience.

Perhaps when it was still ignorant, it suddenly started raining one day, and the rain turned into cold and damp rain and mist in the garden. It could nourish their vitality, but it made it feel very panicked.

It seems that everything...has no light anymore.

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It felt more frightening and painful than the violent storm that appeared directly. It was a nightmare that it would never forget in its life.

"..."

"Tick tock, tick tock."

The sound of water drops suddenly sounded.

Drop after drop of gleaming tears seeped out from the petals of the sunflower, falling gently to the ground, but causing tiny splashes of water.

The surrounding sunflowers seemed to feel the pain of their "gods", and they also released some fearful and sad emotions. The originally bright sunflower garden suddenly became full of sadness.

The damp and cold rain and mist rose from nowhere and rushed towards Croya. The all-pervasive coldness was more uncomfortable than the storm hitting people directly.

The sun ore, which had lost all its brilliance and fell to the ground, suddenly erupted with a trill of sadness and mourning.

In just a moment, the situation started to go wrong.

That endless wet and cold...

Even suppressing the light in Croya!

The brilliance of "Poetry of Rainbow Colors" is gradually losing color!

All right.

Even though there were enough weird things happening today, this thing still made Croya feel incredible - the rain suppressed the sun!

How is this possible?

Another thing I saw for the first time appeared.

Suppress the movement of "Poetry of Rainbow Colors".

That's right.

What came out from the fully absorbed sun ore was the music that suppressed the "Poetry of Rainbow Colors"! It was aroused by Sunflower and even affected Sunflower's thoughts, leading to this situation.

He looked down at Sunflower, who was still crying and couldn't help himself, but found that its mental power was extremely stable, and it was completely normal to cause chaos after being guided by mental magic.

That is to say, these sorrows and pains are inherent in it!

"Are you actually in this kind of pain?"

He held the sunflowers, and instead of using the power of "Poetry of Rainbow Colors", he used the elemental power that all mages know to sense the surroundings. The stretching rain and mist seemed to have some strange resonance with the sunflowers.

The sunflowers, which were supposed to praise the sun and spread warmth, were affected by these movements, and the warm light turned into a continuous moist rain and mist, which seemed to trap life in moisture forever.

"What the hell is this."

Croya thought for a moment and found that he was a little helpless.

Based on his understanding of magic and music, it would be very easy to destroy this place - this is also the brute force that the mage is best at, but after all, this is the Kingdom of Sunflower.

There's nothing you can do to demolish this place violently.

All he can do is peel off the cocoons and solve the movement.

"It shouldn't be part of the Poetry of the Origin, but it still has that flavor, the ability to infect all laws of influence."

He stretched out his hand to hold the raindrops, but could only watch it pass quietly. The raindrops dripped silently, and the rain curtain became colder and damper. Sad music lingered around him.

The sounds contained in the symphony, which he had long forgotten or didn't care about, echoed in his mind——

There are those who have lost their loved ones and partners and cried loudly in the rain, and it is difficult to dispel the pain trapped in their hearts by the moisture throughout their lives; there are those who have lost their money and status and feel desperate sadness; there are also those who have broken their favorite or the most beloved of their friends. My favorite toy, the dull ache I will miss forever...

And it's not just humans.

The monsters searched for food in the biting cold wind and heavy snow, and became desperate because they could not find food. They died of hunger and cold; the magic plants tried their best to stretch their roots to absorb water, and tried their best to stretch their branches to get water. Feel the sun and try your best to nurture your own seeds, but they are easily destroyed...

"It turns out that there is still so much sadness hidden in the golden symphony."

"It doesn't matter."

He gently touched the sunflower, then closed his eyes, quietly feeling the rain and the erosion of sadness, turning everything into a river that held him up.

The problem cannot be solved with brute force.

"I will tolerate you no matter what."

He tried to incorporate this lament into his own symphony.

But it failed.

Failed the first time.

The consequences of this failure were quite tragic.

The symphony was eroded by a curtain of rain.

In the north, and even the place covered by all his power, the land that should have been nourished by the sun suddenly started to rain.

It's not a sudden downpour, but an endless stream of rain and a dampness that makes people feel cold and uncomfortable from the bottom of their bones.

No matter where you hide, even if you are in the room with the stove burning, humidity is still with you and is unavoidable.

My clothes were not damp, and there were no water droplets on my body, but the dampness and coolness that was like a tarsal maggot was always there.

Can't escape, can't get rid of it.

Divine magic and magic are all useless.

Everyone, everyone who knew Croya's power stood up suddenly and looked at Hanjiao Island, which had been focused on by the rain curtain.

Even the gods that had fallen to the ground and Eurydice and the Titan puppets who were planning the gods stopped.

They all looked at Hanjiao Island, which was surrounded by cold, damp rain and fog.

But they were not the first to notice something was wrong, but the mermaids living in the sea of ​​Atlantis.