He is the Lord of MC, not the God of Light!

Chapter 63 Ian is still on his way on his strider

"The merciful Lord has given us rain, food, and health. Let us accept them with a pious heart and set our minds on the dawn."

"The Father of mercy asks nothing less of us, and He rejoices when His faithful children rejoice..."

"You are the Father, the Lord, the source of all great, holy, merciful, and gentle things. Because of you, we enjoy eternal light."

"The dawn will last forever."

Another morning.

With Old Matthew leading the reading, thousands of Blackwater City believers and Winged Tribe believers gathered in the church to finish their daily prayers and then dispersed.

The Winged Tribe has not been a member of Blackwater City for long, but now, they share the common identity of Children of Dawn and the common language that comes with that identity.

The Winged Clan has completely integrated into the daily life of Blackwater City.

After praying, many Winged Clan warriors and Human Vatican Army soldiers went to train together with their arms around each other's shoulders.

The women of the Winged Tribe, chatting and laughing with other citizens of Blackwater City, carried wooden buckets to fetch water.

The elderly people go to farm together and wait for the crops to ripen together after a while.

This incident is also something that the Winged People find deeply magical.

In the past, when farming, the planting process was the easiest and the waiting process was the longest.

If we encounter a year with severe drought like this year, it will not be long, but despair.

But now it's the opposite.

The planting process became the longest thing, and the harvest...

All you have to do is wait for the harvest day every month, and the Dawn Cult will send people to bestow the magical light, making the crops mature instantly regardless of the climate.

The work of growing crops has now been reduced to the point where only the planting process remains.

There are also iron golems patrolling the city at any time.

The Winged Tribe understands how powerful this thing is better than the people of Blackwater City.

Gradually, the iron golem became a spiritual symbol of the Winged Tribe.

There's a saying circulating among the Winged Tribe: If an Iron Golem arrives at your doorstep today, you'll be lucky all day long, and the great dawn will be upon you today...

In addition to these tasks, the Winged Clan is also responsible for patrolling the city, demolishing old buildings, and preparing for large-scale construction.

Busy, but fulfilling and happy.

Matthew couldn't help feeling proud when he saw the Winged Tribe and the Human Tribe having so much fun together.

He did a good job of the work Ian gave him, but he didn't take any credit for it.

Under the great dawn, life will always unite.

After praying in his heart, Matthew slowly walked to Haniya, the only one left in the church.

The little girl is still praying with her eyes closed and her hands folded.

After a moment, Matthew whispered:
"Miss Haniya, it seems like you have something bothering you. Can you tell me about it under the watchful eyes of the dawn?"

Haniya came to her senses and saw Matthew and quickly stood up.

"Father Matthew, I..."

"Please feel free to tell me. Shuguang doesn't like lies, even if they are well-intentioned."

Matthew reminded him gently.

Haniya was silent for a moment, and after a moment, her beautiful eyebrows drooped along with a pair of white wings.

"Father Matthew, does His Holiness the Pope dislike us?"

"Don't say that anymore."

Matthew's expression darkened slightly, and he clasped his hands together as he looked at the Dawn Sculpture in front of him.

"His Holiness the Pope is as merciful as a father, as selfless as the Lord, and a walker of the great dawn in the world. He is always like the dawn, loving the children of the dawn."

"I'm sorry Father Matthew."

Haniya hurriedly explained.

"I'm not questioning His Holiness the Pope, but... I haven't seen His Holiness the Pope these past few days, and I've been feeling a little uneasy."

As she spoke, Haniya said with some anxiety:

"Father Matthew, you know that I was there when the Pope bestowed upon me the endless rain."

"Before, His Holiness the Pope would show up from time to time every day. Walking around the city, you could occasionally run into His Holiness the Pope, but these past two days..."

"Ever since our Winged Clan joined Blackwater City, His Holiness the Pope has not appeared again, and neither has Bishop Layar and his men..."

"So I was wondering if our Winged Clan did something wrong and disappointed His Holiness the Pope."

It turned out to be the case.

Matthew smiled suddenly, then said comfortingly:

"Kid, you think too much."

"The Dawn Cult is developing rapidly. His Holiness the Pope already has to greet the Dawn Oracle every day, and now he's even busier with work. The same is true for Archbishop Leal and his colleagues."

"The Pope told me a few days ago that they have important work to do and won't be showing up during this period. If it's not urgent, don't send anyone to the City Lord's Mansion." "It has nothing to do with your Wing Clan. On the contrary, His Holiness the Pope is very optimistic about your Wing Clan."

"His Holiness also said that you are a very smart and pious child."

Suddenly, Haniya's little face turned red with excitement.

"Did His Holiness really say that?"

"By the light of dawn, I will never lie."

After receiving Matthew's affirmation, Haniya flew up happily, flapping her wings, and her pure white feathers fluttered in the beam of light that shone into the church.

After a moment, Haniya quickly landed and looked at Matthew apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Father Matthew. I lost my composure. Thank you for your guidance."

"That's my job, kid."

Matthew chuckled.

"As long as you always hold a pious heart, Dawn and His Holiness the Pope will love you forever."

"Yes! Father Matthew, I'm going on patrol first!"

After saying that, Haniya left in a hurry. After stepping out of the church, she could no longer contain her excitement. She flapped her wings and took off in an instant.

He circled in the air, laughing happily, and from time to time he glanced at the City Lord's Mansion from afar.

Haniya felt that the air in the sky was much sweeter.

"Work hard! We can't let His Holiness down!"

"His Holiness the Pope is still working hard for the development of the Dawn Cult, and I can't fall behind!"

Encouraging herself in her heart, Haniya's eyes widened as she patrolled the Blackwater City carefully inside and outside.

But he was just a child after all. When he saw the eastern edge of the city wall fall down and rise up in the smoke and dust after hearing the shouts.

Haniya couldn't help but swoop down, skimming through the dust to give her Winged Tribe companions who were working a little surprise.

Then, under the helpless scolding of his father Uriel, he quickly flew away.

Blackwater City is gradually becoming more and more vibrant.

……

At this time, His Holiness the Pope, whom Haniya was worried about, was still riding a strider on his way to the nether fortress.

Ian didn't expect that in the game, as long as he put in some effort, he could find the Nether Fortress in a few minutes or even ten minutes.

In the realistic MC world, it is so hard to find.

Two and a half days.

Ian has been leading Leal and the others to search the Nether Fortress.

If you put it in the game, you can dig up the entire Nether in two and a half days, and you don’t know how much you can find in the ancient ruins mine.

But in the real Netherworld, Ian took them riding on the Striders for a whole day just to run through the lava sea, but they still couldn't run through it.

There was even a section of the road that looked just like the scene from the ocean cruise ship video Ian had seen back home.

Looking up, the end of the sight is all calm magma.

To put it nicely, there seems to be a great terror brewing.

Finally, I couldn't stand this hopeless feeling any more, so I quickly found a place to go ashore and rest while I could still tell east from west and south from north.

Ian is certain that in the current MC world, the difficulty lies in getting on the road...

Of course, maybe it also has something to do with Ian not searching wholeheartedly.

He tried his best to teach Lyal and the others various knowledge and skills about the underworld.

Teach them to identify monsters in the Netherworld, and teach them how to drive the Netherworld's amphibious luxury vehicle: the Striders.

Teach them how to identify and develop some key resources in the lower realm...

Ian taught them all the knowledge about the underworld through words and deeds along the way.

After all, Ian couldn't always go to the underworld to collect resources by himself. He planned to hand this kind of work over to Markov and others later.

Although Markov and his team have already scheduled eight hours of monster tower work every day, doesn't that still leave sixteen hours?

Then take another eight hours to work regularly in the Nether to harvest blaze farms and wither skeletons, and then go to the Pigman Tower...

It’s time for young knights to fight, why sleep?

Why sleep so long while alive? After death, you will sleep forever!
If I don't sleep, I can help Ian farm Phantom Wings and make Slow Falling Potion...

But the MC world is the MC world after all. Even if it becomes outrageously huge after being made real, it still cannot change the fact that doing things in the MC world is much simpler than doing things outside.

Just like this nether fortress.

After riding on the Striders for two days and two nights, Ian and his companions finally saw the strange black and red building hanging high in the sky in the center of the lava sea.

At this time, His Holiness the Pope, who had been riding a Striders on his way to the Nether Fortress, finally arrived at the Nether Fortress!

(End of this chapter)