Chapter 394 Our world is too crowded
The seminar ended and the scholars left one after another.
The first batch of twelve virtual resources released have all found researchers who are most suitable for them in Luo Yan's opinion.
The chosen person could not conceal his excitement and ecstasy. He repeatedly expressed his gratitude to His Highness Colin and swore that he would not disappoint his expectations.
As for the unsuccessful scholars, except for the arrogant Professor Camille and the unskilled Tutor Rucoro, although most of them were regretful, they did not have much resentment in their eyes, and were more convinced.
After all, they have witnessed the entire qualification review process with their own eyes, and every approved scholar has won it based on his or her own strength.
This is of course a good thing for those scholars with real talents.
Many people have secretly made up their minds to make serious preparations after returning this time, and strive to impress this selfless prince with their true knowledge in the next selection.
In the corridor, the whispers of scholars could be heard one after another.
An opportunity! "
"It seems that the sky in the Tower of the Great Sage is really going to change..."
Professor Camille's eyes flashed with a trace of resentment, but in the end he endured it and hurriedly left from the corridor.
In the seminar room.
Luo Yan leaned back on the chair comfortably, looking at the file in his hand with a satisfied expression on his face.
Vilic, who was serving as the recordkeeper, was carefully sorting out the interview records. His eyes were full of admiration when he looked at His Royal Highness.
Noticing his gaze, Luo Yan smiled and said casually.
"It seems you have something to say to me."
"No, Your Highness, I'm just...a little surprised."
Velich stopped what he was doing, scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and continued after a moment of pause.
"I never thought that the selection of virtual resources could be so fair. Thank you, you let me see what academics should be like."
Luo Yan smiled lightly and said in an easy-going tone.
"This is nothing, or... this is what this world should be like. Since you have seen it here, I hope you can pass on this trend. Sooner or later I will leave here, and then it will be up to you."
Looking at the trusting eyes, Velic suddenly felt a sense of mission in his heart, but there was also a touch of sadness.
His Highness has been saying this all the time lately, which makes him start to worry about whether he has to leave this snowfield.
He really hopes that His Highness can stay here for a longer time.
The time he spent working with him was the most relaxed and free time he had ever spent since entering the country.
He saw another possibility in him. They actually had a chance to jump out of the whirlpool that trapped them all.
Just make a small change.
This yearning from the heart is like the creatures behind the void, looking up at the ancient gods in the void through the whispers in the void.
Welic took a deep breath and put his palms against his chest.
"Don't worry, Your Highness! I will definitely pass on your teachings to my students, and let them pass them on forever!"
Luo Yan smiled and nodded.
"With your words, I feel relieved."
...
The dusk bell rang, and Luo Yan returned to the dormitory tower.
Sarah, who was waiting at the entrance, walked up to him and gently took the slightly cold coat from him. Her vertical eyes, which were usually filled with indifference, would only reveal their expression of concern when she saw her Lord Demon King.
"Your Highness, is it going well today?"
"Yes, it's going well," said Luo Yan with a slightly tired smile on his face, "It's just that dealing with a group of old foxes is a bit tiring, but it's not a big problem. In fact, I'm quite surprised. I originally thought that Mr. Alister Thorne would be unable to sit still, but he turned out to be surprisingly tolerant."
Sarah was stunned for a moment.
"That person...has any issues with you?"
Luo Yan replied casually.
"No, he even helped me a few times... although it was not for me, but for some of his own plans."
Sarah thought for a moment and said.
"Then why do you think he will be...unfavorable to you?"
"This is inevitable," Luo Yan smiled and said in a gentle tone, "Sarah, this tower is more crowded than we thought, even more crowded than the Magic City and the Holy City. Do you remember Elder Dragon? He and I actually have nothing to do with each other. No grudge, but... when we reach that position and are unwilling to give up our resources, we will automatically become his enemy, and he will become the person we have to defeat."
To the superior, personal grudges are superficial feelings, and the conflicts arising from such feelings can be easily resolved.
For example, Xino Dragon, that idiot who is not very smart, now they have become friends who have never known each other.
Because since that power struggle, the Dragon family has lost its status as a first-tier family in the Magic City, even without "Congressman Luo Yan".
If they want to keep the resources they have, they can only cooperate with Councilor Luo Yan, who is currently the only one who is willing to deal with them and has unlimited potential.
Of course Luo Yan is happy to do this.
Just as he is happy to use the Shadow Demon Lord Thanos, they all belong to the category of people who have the remote control in his hand.
As long as he feels unpleasant, he can press it.
At this moment, a lazy voice came from the sofa.
"Oh? The great executive chief is finally willing to come back? I thought you were going to sleep on that pile of moldy parchment."
I saw Taph raising her head sleepily from the pile of soft cushions, her golden vertical pupils full of teasing, as if she was the owner of this room.
This guy's voice is still so unbeatable.
However, after getting along with Luo Yan for a long time, he knew that this disciple of the Dragon Temple was just bored, lonely and cold.
In addition, maybe it has been away from home for too long, and the excitement of coming to Xuebang for the first time has passed. Recently, it has begun to miss the tropical climate a little bit.
Luo Yan glanced at her and said with a smile.
"What, you missed me?"
Tuff yawned.
“What do you want me to do? It’s true that I am hungry.”
Luo Yan smiled lightly.
"If you had learned to read those "moldy parchments" earlier, you might have been able to help a little, instead of just complaining about being hungry here."
Hearing this, Tuff rolled her eyes.
"Why should I study the graffiti of primitive people? Is it any good for me to understand this kind of pediatric knowledge?"
"Pediatric knowledge?" Looking at the conceited "Dragon God", Luo Yan teased, "Why do I remember that someone's jaw almost dropped when they saw the virtual realm? You just can't figure it out, right?"
"You, you are talking nonsense!"
Taph was stabbed in a painful spot instantly, and she sat upright. Although she was still speaking harshly, her expression was obviously about to lose its strength.
「我不懂？本座创造龙语魔法的时候，你还是浩瀚洋里的一颗原子！我只是……对那些不成系统且缺乏依据的理论感到怀疑！还，还有，少废话！快点让厨房准备晚餐！我要吃双倍的蜜汁烤肉！」
「好的，今晚吃烤肉," Luo Yan walked over with a smile, completely ignoring her bared teeth, and scratched her fleshy chin skillfully, "Double the roast and add more honey, right?"
Sarah on the side looked at this harmonious scene, with a slight smile on her lips.
Luo Yan said casually after Tafu was coaxed.
"Sarah, I'll leave it to you to prepare dinner... As I said, noodles will do."
Taff, who was enjoying the caress of the "hairless monkey", suddenly became alert, and like a mouse that smelled cat's scent, she snuck under the sofa with a thud.
But this little trick certainly doesn’t trouble Sarah.
She nodded slightly and spoke with ease.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Regardless of how Sarah caught Taff out from under the sofa, Luo Yan turned around and walked to his study room, sitting down on the comfortable armchair in front of the fireplace.
He closed his eyes, entered into meditation, and opened up his godhead interface in a sea of consciousness as vast as the sea of stars.
Influence share: 0.9% (↑0.8%)
Overdraft limit: 0%
Dominance efficiency: 100%]
Influence income has not been confirmed for a while, and Luo Yan was satisfied to find that the number had skyrocketed as expected.
Especially the title of "Founder of Science".
It seems that through his persistent nonsense, the school of thought called "Science" has become deeply rooted in the minds of the boys and girls in Xuebang.
"As expected of the Demon King! Congratulations, your power of faith has expanded again!" A milky white shadow appeared next to his consciousness, and Youyou's voice was full of excitement and he said with sincere joy.
Luo Yan said in a gentle tone.
"It's okay, it's within my expectations."
Benefiting from the continuous fermentation of the legend of "Prince Colin" in the continent of Janna and the Holy City, coupled with his recent series of operations in the Academy, his share of influence on the planet will soon reach the 1% milestone.
By then, the "Amethyst Seed" he holds in his hand will be officially condensed into a "Grandmaster's Seed"!
Luo Yan is very satisfied with the current situation.
This is a good start.
The territory of faith on this planet that was divided between Saint Sith and the Demon God was once again broken into a solid corner by him...
...
While the Demon King from Hell was quietly digging into Saint Sith's walls, the Great Sage of the Academy finally accepted the invitation of the empire and set off for the Brass Pass.
After several days of long-distance flight, the giant nightingale he was riding finally penetrated the strong wind and sandstorm raging in the middle of the Wanren Mountains.
Through the sand and dust, I saw the city wall winding in the mountains. The giant beast several meters long let out a roar announcing its existence, then folded its wings as black as night, and slowly landed on the extremely wide city wall in several circles.
This place is different from the severe cold that persists all year round in Xuebang. Almost as soon as we hit the ground, a hot and dry wind hit us.
The wind carries the smell of sand and sulfur from the dimensional desert, and pours it into the mouth and nose of the accompanying magic apprentice, almost taking away all the air from his lungs.
He coughed violently several times.
At this moment, a broad palm placed on his shoulder and patted him gently.
Then a magical scene happened. A soft and cool breath instantly flowed through his body. The burning and suffocating feeling disappeared, leaving only an unprecedented sense of comfort.
The apprentice raised his head in surprise, and then met the great sage's kind face, so he blushed and lowered his head hurriedly.
"Thank you... His Highness the Great Sage."
Dosuk smiled kindly, indicating that he did not need to be polite.
"You're welcome, the climate here is different from that of Xue Bang. If you feel any discomfort, please tell me."
After saying this, the old man turned over and jumped off the nightingale's back, his calm eyes scanning the magnificent scene in front of him.
This is the legendary miracle created by the dwarf kingdom with all its national strength - the Brass Pass!
Its city walls are not simply made of bricks and stones, but seem to grow directly from the backbone of the mountains and are integrated with the steep rock walls.
On the wall, a huge rune war flag fluttered in the wind.
Between the battlements, the black iron eagle flag of the Os Empire, the golden lion flag of the Lion Kingdom, and the silver leaf flag of the Elf allies... all declare that multiple forces are gathering here.
The air is filled with the chill of war and the smell of rusty iron.
On the city walls, human musketeers, heavily armored dwarf infantry and light-footed elf rangers were patrolling nervously.
Outside the city wall, on the horizon of the endless desert, the shadow of the Chaos army loomed, and the dull and depressing sound of the ogre war drums came with the wind, like the ominous pulse of the earth.
This giant beast falling from the sky immediately aroused the vigilance of the defenders, especially since its arrival did not trigger the alarm of the early warning rune array!
There was a commotion on the city wall, the elf ranger opened his long bow, and the human musketeer pointed the black hole of the muzzle at the uninvited guest, preparing for the attack.
A knight captain wearing the emblem of the Kingdom of Lane stepped forward quickly, with his hand on the hilt of his sword, and shouted sternly: "Stop! Show your identity!"
While speaking, a drop of cold sweat rolled over his brow.
In his impression, only the Chosen God of Chaos could land on their city wall unharmed without triggering any warning mechanism.
Being pointed at by countless guns, Dosuk looked normal.
The giant nightingale next to him did the same, snorting at these mortal weapons as if he were laughing at the toys in the hands of a child.
The apprentice sitting on Nightingale's back hurriedly searched for the documents in the package. Before he could find it, a magic crystal waistband automatically floated out of the package and landed in Dosuk's hand.
Looking at the guard captain who was waiting for him, Dosuk handed over his belt card and said in a gentle tone.
"I came here on the orders of His Majesty the Emperor. Because the matter was urgent, he did not give me a written notice, but I think... this is enough to prove my identity."
The captain took it hesitantly, and when he saw the emblem of the Tower of Source Law engraved on his waistband, his expression suddenly changed.
He quickly knelt down on one knee and said in panic.
"Forgive me for the offence, I never thought it was His Highness the Great Sage!"
After saying that, he turned around and sternly ordered the soldiers behind him to put away their weapons. The soldiers also looked horrified and hurriedly put away their muskets and sheathed their swords.
Different from the well-informed captain, they have neither been to the school country nor come into contact with the magicians of the school country. But they always hear people say that the magicians there are the meanest existences on the entire continent, and the thirteen sages are the kings of those magicians!
That person is also a top-notch stingy person.
Although their first impression of His Highness the Great Sage was actually quite good, they still felt that he did not seem to be a stingy guy...
Dosuk had a gentle smile on his face and was not angry at all because of everyone's offense. He waved his hand gently, like an ordinary kind old man.
"It's okay, this is your duty. There is no need for greetings and politeness, just take me directly to see your commander."
"Yes, Your Highness——"
Just when the knight captain was about to lead the way for Dosuak, a loud and heroic voice, accompanied by the sound of heavy metal footsteps, came from the side of the city wall.
"Don't bother him, I'm right here!"
The people standing on the city wall looked around and saw a stocky dwarf general striding towards them.
His iconic long red beard was carefully woven into several braids embellished with golden rings of runes. The thick set of rune plate armor on his body reflected the unique cold light of metal in the desert sunlight.
He is the supreme commander of Bronze Pass—Sarut Bronze Helmet!
Although dwarves are generally xenophobic, they have a natural respect for knowledge and wisdom, even if the knowledge does not belong to dwarves.
Salut walked closer and gave a standard dwarf military salute to the most famous wise man in the human world.
His voice is bold and rough.
"Welcome, Great Sage, what kind of noble wind brings you here?"
Looking at the dwarf general in front of him, Dosuk smiled gently and said in a casual tone.
"It is our Emperor. He said that I am needed here, so I came... But I see that the defense line is solid and the military is in good order. The situation seems to be good?"
Hearing this, Sarut's hearty smile faded a bit and he sighed heavily.
"To be honest, the situation here is actually not optimistic. The vanguard of the ogres has launched several sieges. Although we have repelled them all, the losses of the coalition forces are not small."
After a pause, he drove away the garrison captain with pricked ears, lowered his voice and spoke to the great sage in front of him.
"And just yesterday, a terrifyingly powerful Chaos Chosen appeared on the front line, injuring several of our Rune Warriors. In the end, it was Mr. Gunter who defeated him personally, but... that gentleman was also slightly injured."
The warm smile on Dosuk's face froze instantly, and a trace of solemnity appeared between his brows.
"Mr. Gunter is injured? Is this...serious?"
Sarut shook his head like a rattle, and his beard swept back and forth on his breastplate.
"It's not serious, just a slight injury."
Dosuk's solemn look did not weaken at all, and even the apprentice lying on Nightingale's back couldn't help but swallow.
Rock Sword Master, Gunter Steingrabe!
A living legend, and a legend belonging to the Rhodes people. The silent figure almost immediately appeared in his mind!
Since the founding of the Adventurer's Guild, Gaunt is the only mortal who has entered the realm of demigods through pure martial arts and will rather than magic or divine grace.
He has sublimated the simple and tough national character of the Rhodes people to the extreme. His power is like a mountain, and even the space will tremble when he slashes out with his sword!
It is said that three demon kings died under his sword.
Such a warrior who has tempered himself to the extreme, could he be injured by a mere god of chaos?
This is incredible!
Dosuak said in a low voice: "Did Gunter say what the power that hurt him was? Magic? Swordsmanship? Or...something else?"
Salute shook his head, with a hint of confusion and solemnity on his rough face: "I don't know, that guy's power is weird! Mr. Gunter only said that it was a power he had never seen before."
Dosuk sighed lightly and cast his eyes on the boundless desert outside the pass.
"I didn't expect that the corruption of our world by Chaos has reached such a serious level..."
"Do you have any clues?" Sarut asked with a glimmer of hope. This was not just a concern for him, it was also a concern for their king.
Dosuk was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head slowly.
"Where does chaos come from, and why it comes, is a question that has been studied by Xuebang for a long time. Its history can even be traced back to the late First Era, when the Dragon God and Saint Sith cooperated... Unfortunately, the exploration of the void has been progressing very slowly, and only recently has there been a little progress. However, I am afraid that it is still far away from solving this problem."
A hint of loss flashed in Sarut's eyes. Although he was sorry, he also expressed understanding.
"Perhaps... this is not a problem that our generation can solve."
He smiled heartily, and his voice regained the perseverance that a dwarf general should have: "In short, we have to get through the difficulties in front of us first, and drive these bastards who came out of nowhere back to the desert!"
At this moment, a silent figure came from not far away.
The man was wearing simple leather armor, carrying a huge sword that was disproportionate to his height on his back, and his expression was as cold as the frozen soil of the north.
He is none other than the Rock Sword Master mentioned just now, Gunter Steingrabe. Judging from his appearance alone, it was impossible to tell that he was injured.
After all, almost no inch of his exposed skin was intact.
Those scars were like medals branded on his body, exuding invisible pressure.
Gaunt walked directly in front of the two of them, nodded to Dosuk, and said straight to the point: "Master Dosuk, I have something to talk to you about."
Dosuk nodded happily, and then looked at Sarut.
The dwarf general understood immediately and said cheerfully: "You guys talk first, I will wait for you here. I will take you to the camp to rest later!"
Although in this day and age, mortals also have the opportunity to defeat demigod-level strongmen by relying on numbers and equipment, they still cannot change the strategic strength of the latter!
The two left the noisy camp side by side and came to a secluded section of the city wall.
The biting wind pulled at the hem of their robes, and the abyss beneath their feet made people feel dizzy and frightened just by looking at it.
On the boundless desert at the end of their sight, the outline of the black army of chaos was slowly creeping on the horizon, like an endless rolling sea of blood.
They seemed to be winding from the end of the world to here, together with the seemingly endless supplies behind them...
Dosuk was the first to break the silence.
"I didn't expect that you would be injured by the Chosen God of Chaos."
He stared at Gunter's weathered profile and asked softly, "What level is that guy? Is he a demigod like you?"
Gunter shook his head and did not answer this question.
He just stared at the Chaos army in the distance, his voice low and hoarse: "Recently, our strength is weakening. Do you have any clues?"
Dosuak immediately understood the meaning behind his words - the Chaos God who hurt him must not be a demigod, and may not even be a grandmaster.
Otherwise he would never be so overwhelmed by the enemy.
After a moment of silence, a complicated look flashed across his cloudy old eyes, and Dosuk slowly spoke.
"Perhaps... it has something to do with the fact that there are too many demigod-level powerful men in our world."
Gunter frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"According to hundreds of years of research by Xuebang, there is a limit to the power a world can carry." From the perspective of a scholar, Dosuk explained in an emotionless tone, "Ideally, ten demigods may be the best balance for a world, because if you go further up, there are real gods."
After a pause, he added.
“However, it is not an easy thing to persuade people with power to return to reincarnation. The nobles of the empire have shown a certain degree of restraint when facing the temptation of power and longevity, but this restraint is far from enough. There are too many people with too noble souls, and even one tenth of them who shows a desire for power will take away the glory from you and me.”
"Now, our human kingdom alone has ten demigods, as well as a large number of artifacts containing the power of demigods. The dwarves have their rune masters, the elves have their forest whisperers, and the demon god of hell and that guy's lackey are trying to take away our already precarious faith..."
He looked at Gunter, who was deep in thought, and continued in a very soft voice.
"Our world is too crowded. I'm afraid it has nothing to do with whether you or I practice hard... I thought you had discovered it a long time ago."
The voice couldn't be said to be regretful or helpless, but more like an explanation of the facts.
Gaunt was silent for a long time, then suddenly grinned, that smile was resolute and stubborn.
"This is not the answer I want to hear."
Dosuk sighed softly, his voice seeming to blend into the wind.
"But this is the fact."
Gant nodded, indicating that he understood, said no more, turned around and left along the city wall.
He still believes that since he can cut off the shackles of fate as a civilian with the sword in his hand and step onto the ladder of demigods, he will definitely be able to break through his own bottleneck again and become stronger in his limited life!
If demigods are not enough——
then become a being above demigods!
He firmly believes that the way to becoming a god lies in the sword in his hand!
Presumably as long as he becomes a being above the demigods, he will not be held back by those weak people...
Dosuk did not hold back, but quietly stared at the back that was as firm as a rock.
And in those cloudy pupils, a trace of profound meaning that no one can understand is flowing quietly...
(End of this chapter)