Chapter 45 The extreme idealism of Kexi cuisine

Milky Way.

The stars are shining brightly, and time is flowing through the fingertips of the gods.

The ethereal Milky Way stretches out its arms and once embraced countless believers. The consciousness of civilization spreads into the boundless star stream, and stands alone in the Southern Cross Arm.

It's a cold autumn day.

The newly promoted 'saint' of civilization, with a mission, bows down and walks towards the palace of the gods in the early morning.

Stepping on the vermilion blanket with bare feet, on both sides of the road covered with flowers, strange reliefs recording commandments and proverbs stand, guarding the stars of the holy place.

The knight in armor who originally stood gradually disappeared, replaced by some pumice stones maintained by spiritual energy, countercurrent spring water, and blooming flowers.

This is the dividing line between the sacred and the secular.

Further forward is the residence of the gods, and civilized believers are allowed to cross the holy portal with the most pious attitude to see His afterglow.

The saint in white robes lowered her head and stared intently at the criss-crossing bare feet.

Turn a blind eye to the changes around you.

Passing through the peripheral oases and gardens, passing through the magnificent colorful corridors, art collections, and all kinds of counterintuitive "Creations of God's Kingdom" fill this holy land.

Staying in the palace in the center of the holy land, her flawless white robe turned invisible to cover her bowed face.

Silently maintaining a humble posture, waiting for His call.

No extra action is required, just wait.

Mortals have no right to visit His Majesty, they can only pray for His attention as a servant.

Outside the door, the saint was watching the earth like a statue. The bright red carpet was firmly imprinted in her eyes. She noticed the stiffness of her body. Her thoughts moved slightly, and wisps of lavender spiritual energy wrapped around her body, washing away the remaining inertia.

In the Holy Land, the use of psionics, this powerful God-given ability, is not explicitly prohibited.

But even if there are no written rules, the few psychics in civilization still use it with caution and only when necessary to relieve physical fatigue.

After a while, he seemed to notice the fluctuations in her spiritual energy.

The low door on the side of the palace slowly opened, and a clear bell rang, indicating that passage was allowed.

With longing in her heart, the Saint quietly stepped into the Immaculate Residence deep in the Holy Land.

Under the solemn church, the light reflected under the feet creates a strange sense of hierarchy inside and outside.

"Teniya."

After stepping through the door, a gentle murmur resonated in my heart.

"I'm here, under the crown of the Holy Spirit." The girl tightened her mind, her face flushed, and her head bowed even further.

Meet the incarnation of civilization. The closer you get to Him, the more you will appreciate His greatness.

"Did you bring the chip?"

The easy-going tone on the throne, with a will that could not be rejected, was etched into her heart.

"Yes, His Excellency Fausta has completed his mission, and that is why I have come to see him."

In the grand and gorgeous palace, the voice of the Holy Spirit continued to come.

"Chip, place it under the glare of the stars."

"yes."

After receiving the promise, the saint turned slightly, picked up the objects in her hands meticulously, walked across the purple plot, and avoided the red floor.

Bend towards the beam of sunlight shining in under the high platform of the main hall.

She stretched out her hand to hold the alms bowl, and when her bare feet connected with the ground, there were ethereal footsteps, and she walked back the same way.

Throughout the whole process, his eyes were firmly downward, and he did not catch a single glimpse of the 'Holy Spirit' from the corner of his eye.

"May the gift and glory of Zaklan be with you."

After a while, He gave final words of proverbs and blessings.

This seemed to be the conclusion of the audience ceremony. After the saint bowed sincerely, she reluctantly exited the palace.

It wasn't until the door was completely closed that Tenia let out a long sigh of relief.

Standing on the high ground of the Holy Cross Palace, the lowered face was finally raised, looking at the scenery of the Holy Land in the distance.

The huge sky dome covers the land with a radius of dozens of miles, and the stars hang down from the sea of ​​clouds in the sky. The scene of green and peach-colored spring breeze is very different from the desolation of late autumn in Kexi Caixing at this time.

The shadow of the robe welcomes the morning light, the golden hair shines brightly, and the magical eyes focus on a certain place in the void.

This is what sets her apart from other believers.

One is dark and shiny... one is hazy and contains purple mist.

…

In the palace, as the saint left.

The 'incarnation of civilization' sitting on the 'god's throne' put down the burden of image and leaned sideways against the luxury of gold and jade.

In this Stars Card ‘God Simulator’ game, his days of suffering as a ‘god’ are very clear.

Not only did he come on time, he was also very diligent.

As a man, there are always a few days every month when you are very tired.

Especially in a scene like the one just now, the believer may not necessarily be frightened, but he must be on pins and needles!

His name is Ke Xicai, and he currently has many identities.

The Blue Star player who was chosen by the stars, the incarnation of the Kexicai civilization, the omnipotent god in the eyes of his people, and the newly supported younger brother of the invincible fallen empire [Aivarite Guardian].

One of the deputy leaders of the E-continent core player group, the only foreign player on the surface, the official high-level spy of the foreign player group, a filial son of God in France, and an atheist.

Compared with these identities, his real name is completely worth mentioning.

After all, no one would care about an old man who is running around...if he is not a player.

Players are also divided into three, six or nine levels. He belongs to that kind of contradictory combination of very lucky and unfortunate.

Ke Xicai is the extreme bastard of the entire civilization. He mixes in it like a husky and becomes the wolf king of the wolf pack.

Sometimes when he browses forums, he sees other players and leaders enjoying themselves and enjoying family happiness. Unknowingly, he will be cured by them and then depressed by his own people.

"When did this day end?"

"It's so tiring to meet these magicians."

Ke Xicai supported her thinning waist and walked off the stage to get the chip while complaining loudly in the empty and silent palace.

Even though I have gone through the interview process more than ten times, I have not gotten used to this feeling at all.

In advance, you have to memorize words you don’t know when, and you have to pretend to say mottos and blessings on the spot, and you have to make yourself a white ball to show your aura throughout the whole process. God knows why an energy body has so many things to pay attention to!

The psionic master of the fallen empire taught him step by step.

He wanted to say that he wasn't here to learn etiquette, but that's what those magicians did.

Especially when he first arrived, he was still a newbie. He had to meet pilgrims for more than ten hours in a row, and by the end he was almost overwhelmed.

In this empire of [extreme idealism] and [authoritarianism], Ke Xicai, as the embodiment of civilization, is one of their main beliefs.

Idealism is not simply belief in gods. Its core idea is that will and soul are the essence of the universe.

As an atheist, growing up in a materialistic society, I insist on role-playing the image of an idealistic god.

It's really hard to be a human being, and that's not all.

Whenever Ke Xicai intends to personally experience the details of civilization and pays a private visit in private, when the people of the empire see him, words like 'respect', 'sacred' and 'your majesty' will come out of their mouths.

If you want to chat for a few words, the other person will look frightened and will only give positive replies to whatever you ask.

Only in private, when it's the priestess's turn to serve, will life here not seem so depressing.

"send!!"

Ke Xicai waved away these disturbing images in annoyance.

My body has become an energy body, my perceptions have been attuned, and I have no earthly desires.

"Hurry up and get the things and send them to those 'elegant and easy-going' friends."

"After I finished, I had to go and be criticized by the team leader. He asked me to arrive in an hour, which means..."

Ke Xicai brought up the calculator on the system interface and calculated the number to get the number.

"According to the game's speed, I can spend up to seven or eight hours with my friends."

"Run!"

He reached out and picked up the chip that was bathed in the sun, and it flickered to a place kilometers away.

If you want to access the technological information in the chip, you have to run to the back edge of the holy land.

There is no smart device in this palace that can interpret it.
To be continued...