~《》~    Chapter 12: The Candle of Faith, the God of War!

The deck of the Henan Floating Ship, which was originally full of people, had already become empty and unpopular because all the rescued people were transferred to the ground.

Because it is too close to the humid Feiwu Lake, there is only one person standing at the front of the deck covered with damp and cold fog, looking down at the world under the side of the ship like a god.

This person who looks down on the people is Neftu Akramon.

Ma Long, wearing a long suit, hesitated for a moment before he walked slowly towards the position where Naftu and Akramon stood.

"Can't sleep?"

Naftu Akramon did not look back, but asked this question when Malone walked three steps away from him.

"It's not that I can't sleep, it's that I've already had a good sleep."

Malone replied, as he had finished the last three steps while he was speaking, standing with Nevtu Akramon.

Following the sight of Neftu Akramon who looked slightly downward, Malone saw a pile of light or dark bonfires stretching out at least four or five hundred meters away on the ground, and people sitting around the bonfires, sleeping heavily, talking or dazed.

"Doesn't it feel good to be a savior?" Neftu-Ekramon continued to ask without looking back. He slowly raised his hand and pointed at a bonfire below: "Look, most of these mortals who survived because of you. They have even temporarily abandoned their identities and slept close to each other."

Following the guidance of Naftu-Ekramon, Malone saw the people who were sleeping intimately, the most conspicuous one was Larry Bagshaw, and the next few Luoling people who looked like miners, as well as several Duriel slaves who looked weird compared to ordinary people.

After completing the search and rescue operation, he returned to the flying Henan people who were swaying due to severe overloading. Under the instruction of Ma Long, all adults over 16, including Larry Bagshaw, were disembarked and placed on the spot under the mooring tower of the floating boat that was also attacked by huge waves for overnight stays.

Larry Bagshaw, who was tasked with, with the secret support of Malone, easily became the leader of overnight stays on site. He led the men to chop firewood and directed the women to make fire and porridge. From time to time, he went back to resolve or suppress the conflicts and internal strife between the rescued people.

Judging from the current situation on the ground, Larry Bagshaw did a good job. He seemed to have successfully won over some people who were willing to obey his command, and it seemed that he was only talented in his ranks regardless of his background.

"Ha, Larry Bagshaw seems to be doing a good job." Ma Long smiled and continued, "As for me, it really makes me feel very happy to be able to save so many people in one go."

After saying that, Malone continued to bet on the ground, and Lari Bagshaw, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up by a man who hurried to the fire.

After the two talked in a low voice, Larry Bagshaw followed the fire to the people who woke him up, and walked towards another crowd surrounding the burning fire.

After spreading his hands and whispering a few words, the large group of people suddenly became excited. They easily broke through Larry Bagshaw's "blocking".

It can be seen that Larry Bagshaw was obviously acting according to the secret talk with Ma Long on the flying Henan People, because the large crowd of passionate people soon divided into two roads and walked towards the two small hills in the distance.

At the beginning, there were not many people walking in different directions, but they would stop by each bonfire they encountered for a short time, and then gather around the crowd resting beside the fire, and there would be a number of people of varying numbers standing up and joining.

So soon, the number of people traveling to different hills was gathering more and more, and the collective emotions became increasingly unstable.

"You're right, this mortal is indeed doing... not bad."

When he said this, Neftu Akramon finally withdrew his vision from the earth.

Is the current situation obviously Lari Bagshaw successfully beat the emotions of the surviving miners, making them believe that the collapse of the lake island was a man-made incident, so the miners spontaneously planned to besiege the lairs of the two families and ask for explanations and compensation.

When things developed to this point, Larry Bagshaw on the ground had no way out. He could only take the twelve spirit to perform this drama of expelling the two black-hearted mine owners.

"The mental power is accelerated to recover... Isn't this most basic benefit of being worshipped by the believer and gaining the power of faith beyond your expectations?"

After a moment of silence, Naftu Akramon, who finally turned back, asked in his eyes, looking straight into Ma Long.

“The most basic benefit?”

Ma Long asked back, and while asking back this sentence, he finally understood why he was so tired from overcasting spells, and why he recovered from his energy after just having a dream.

So that's it!

The light radiated by the red candle transforms the power of faith can actually accelerate the recovery of my lost mental power!

"Yes, the most basic benefit is that you still have one crazier now, and if you have five hundred crazier things, the situation will be different."

As usual, Nevtu Akramon was still very patient and answered Malone's question.

If there are five hundred believers, will they gain more magical benefits?

Ma Long blinked his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel curious in his heart, but he didn't ask what would be the benefit of five hundred crazy people.

"What color is it?" Malone asked without asking, but Neftu Akramon asked with interest, as if he was afraid that Malone would not understand what he was asking. Neftu Akramon even added his question rarely: "You are a psychic warlock, and you can see the color of the candle of faith in your dreams."

Candle of faith?

I understand, it means that in the dream, the tiny red candle with Stephanie's name engraved. It turns out that it is not something unique to me, but something that everyone who can gain the power of faith has.

Thinking of this, Ma Long, after hesitating for a little, chose not to hide the answer to this question.

“It’s red.”

Ma Long said.

“There are many kinds of red, and I need more specific answers.”

Naftu-Ekramon continued.

"If my memory is correct, it should be blood red."

Malone gave a more precise answer.

"Blood-red?!" Hearing this, Naftu, who always had a calm expression, showed a look of surprise: "How could it be red!"

"The blood-red candle of faith...isn't it good?"

Naftu-Ekramon's surprised expression made Ma Long feel a little nervous.

"It's not bad." Nevtu-Ekramon shook his head and continued, "It's just a little strange. You don't seem to have any deep understanding of the God of War, nor have you ever had a deep understanding of the God of War."

"The blood-red candle of faith represents the divine nature of war?!"

Now, it was Malone's turn to be surprised.

Just as Naftu Akramon said, Malone, who grew up in peacetime, had no deep understanding of war or had no interest in deep understanding, so how could it be related to the God of War?

"Yes, the blood-red candle of faith represents the basic divine nature of fighting, killing and war." Naftu-Ekramon nodded slightly. When he spoke, he looked at Ma Long with a little confusion, and then asked, "Are you sure it's really blood-red?"

Originally, Nevtu Akramon thought that Malone's candle of faith, even if it was not inclined to the iron gray of contract and machinery, it should be inclined to the gray green of Motifra, the goddess of nature, or simply a mixture of the two with iron-glowing green.

It's actually blood-red?

It's so strange... Are my initial guesses all wrong?

This Marlon Liszt is not the son of order but the source of chaos?

Naftu Akramon thought secretly, and after looking at Ma Long again, he overturned the idea that Ma Long might be the "source of chaos", because the last source of chaos that appeared on this continent was suppressed by him several months ago.

The next source of chaos will take at least a hundred years to be born.

After denied that Ma Long was the incarnation of the source of chaos, Naftu Akramon's expression became increasingly entangled. He could not guess at why the candle of faith obtained by Ma Long was blood-red.

"Do you like war?"

Since he couldn't figure it out, Naftu Akramon simply asked Ma Long directly. When he asked, he looked at Ma Long with a strange light shining in his eyes.

"...Who will like war!" After a little stunned, Ma Long replied firmly: "Although war will bring about fusion and rapid progress in some technology, and then benefit ordinary people after the war, these benefits are exchanged for the deaths of countless people! So compared to the flesh-and-blooded war, a comfortable and peaceful life is indeed more interesting! If I have the ability, I will find a way to eliminate all the sources of war without hesitation! Even if it is not possible, I must keep the war within a very small range, or simply move the war to the virtual world, so that those guys with violent factors flowing in their blood will wipe out the fanaticism of war in the virtual world..."

When he said this, Ma Long's eyes, which were originally a little straight, suddenly flashed and returned to the bright light, so his words came to an abrupt end!

"Mantra induction?!" Ma Long, whose eyes returned to the clear light, showed an obviously angry expression: "Mr. Akramon, you actually used Mantra induction on me again!"

No one likes to secretly tell them under the control of other people's spells.

"Interesting... So that's how it is. It's really the God of War, although its name seems to be called... Virtual War."

Naftu Akramon didn't care about Malone's protests at all, but said to himself.

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Chapter completed!