Original God's Dark Priest

After solving the second chain and on the way to the third chain, Saphir suddenly frowned: "I suddenly feel... an inexplicable sense of déjà vu."

"Why do you say that, Lord Safir? Is it a sense of déjà vu? Have you been here before?" Ada guessed.

Cassiodoro also looked at Saphir. Perhaps she had really been to Lemuria. After all, this woman was an extraordinary existence.

Saphir shook his head slightly. "It's not the familiarity of the scenery, but this conflict? Or contradiction? It doesn't feel right. It's probably similar to the dependence between people and tools, hmm... or maybe it's called dependency."

"Dependence?" Ada scratched the back of her head, not understanding what Safir meant.

Safir nodded seriously. That's right, it was dependence.

Thinking of this word, her thoughts became clearer: "The purpose of Phobos' creation is to help the Lemurians escape their fate and move towards a better future."

Cassiodoro nodded. This was not a secret, but common knowledge that everyone knew.

Saphir continued, “However, after the appearance of Phobos, the Lemurians developed a blind obedience mentality, that is, dependence.

Losing the guidance of Phobos is like being blind and deaf, and losing even the most basic judgment of good and evil.

Is this people using tools, or is it people being used as tools, imprisoning their thoughts? I don't know what Remus thinks, but if the people under my command also become like this, losing their subjective initiative...

I'm probably not far from death."

She said this seriously, but in fact, there was no necessary life-and-death relationship between her and her Fatui subordinates.

But in Safire's view, the subjective initiative of her subordinates is very important. Obedience and initiative are not contradictory. She needs her subordinates to obey her absolutely, but she also needs them to do something necessary when she cannot issue orders.

At present, the subordinates headed by Ada have done a good job. Whether it is the construction of Yuanxia Palace or the operation of Moonlight Tavern, there have been no mistakes. Even the research on Abatoi is in full swing. Of course, there is also Kunfeng's weapon forging workshop...

Everyone was acting on their own initiative, doing whatever was necessary for her, which gave Sapphire plenty of free time to explore and travel.

Otherwise, the huge amount of work she has to do would be enough to keep her working twenty-four hours a day without stopping.

This is the largest army the Fatui have ever had after annexing Dotore's troops. It is estimated that ordinary people would not be able to manage it.

Therefore, Saphir attached great importance to this and was very sensitive to the state of the Lemurians.

"Ada, don't you think their condition looks familiar?" Saphir asked again.

Ada reacted this time: "Void."

Yes, Xumi's Void Terminal and Lemuria's Phobos have the same purpose, and the final results are also very similar.

Because the Xumi people relied too much on the information integration capabilities of the void terminal, they almost lost their ability to think. This led to the research on the Xumi people falling into a bottleneck that lasted for hundreds of years.

If people don’t use their brains, how can there be any new discoveries?

This is nothing. For a country, it is a peaceful time now, and this little problem is not a big deal.

The embarrassing thing is that this happened just when the Great Compassion Tree King died. After that, the Little Auspicious Grass King came to power, and the research on Xumi came to a standstill.

It should be said that it was the Great Compassionate Tree King who built the Void Terminal to fight against the forbidden knowledge, and then died, entrusting Sumeru to the Little Auspicious Grass King. This led to Nashida inevitably facing a stagnant Sumeru.

But the people of Xumi did not think so much, and the Council of Commanders unilaterally put all the blame on Nashida, which led to the subsequent deification movement.

This is also a disaster caused by people's excessive dependence on tools.

Nashida was very lucky. The problem was solved early, and she turned a disaster into a blessing. She firmly secured her position as the Grass God and even received help from the resurrected Mahakalpa Tree King.

But Remus was not so lucky. The Lemurians' over-reliance on Phobos gave people like Boethius an opportunity to take advantage of them.

Burning, killing and looting on the battlefield is not surprising, so will the Lemurians, who have lost their judgment, rebel under the guidance of the mediator?

Safir felt that this was not impossible. After all, as long as the instructions from the adjuster or Phobos were given, they would obey them mindlessly, so how could rebellion be impossible?

They are blind and deaf. Who can guarantee that they will realize what they are doing under the deception of the adjuster?

“Establishing a regime is like digging a canal. At first, it always runs smoothly and the laws are clear. But over time, various deep-rooted problems will accumulate, just like the accumulation of silt in the riverbed. Eventually, it will become irreversible, a disaster will break out, and everything will be destroyed.

If we meet a diligent king who constantly works hard and stays alert, we can maintain it for a while longer. But if we become lax or stubborn and inflexible, destruction will happen in the blink of an eye."

Soon, they arrived at the location of the third chain. There was nothing special here, only some things similar to water plants wrapped around the chain.

With just a little effort, Saphir successfully untied the last chain.

The moment the chains were untied, the chanting sounded again in my mind: "Gods, quickly close the bronze gates of the celestial city! Remus's sword has severed the knot of fate. After conquering land and sea, only the road to heaven remains..."

The next second, Saphir's eyes blurred and she saw a Lemurian again. She was stunned for a moment and immediately realized that she had entered Remus' memory again.

She looked at the Lemurian in front of her with some curiosity, feeling that he seemed familiar.

This person was anxiously urging, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, are you okay? Are you dreaming again?"

"It's so noisy, what happened..." This time, without waiting for her to answer, a deep voice sounded.

The man in front of him looked very anxious: “The citizens are gathered in the hall, and they seem to have something to ask you.

Because Phobos's melody has been interrupted many times recently, everyone has a lot of questions about this."

Saphir understood that it was still a problem of dependence. With Phobos interrupted, the Lemurians could not adapt to it, just like when Xumi just lost the void terminal. The Xumi people were not used to the lack of an external brain.

Saphir had suggested at the beginning that they could use talismans and formations to recreate a void terminal, with the Okuninushi Formation and Veronica as the core, but Nashida refused.

In her opinion, the void terminal has imprisoned people's thoughts and caused the stagnation of Xumi people. She can no longer allow people to sink. It is better to suffer a short pain than a long one. After experiencing such pain, under her leadership, Xumi will surely usher in a better future.

Pal agreed with Nashida's choice and did not express any opinion, and Saphir naturally would not interfere. In this way, the Xumi people got through the pain of losing the Void Terminal.

And what Saphir saw now was Remus's choice.

Remus was not surprised by this. He said calmly, "I have to do this."

The man was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and immediately added, "Of course I trust your judgment. I have also heard about what happened recently... Is there something wrong with Phobos?

Phobos has mapped out a path for everyone, aiming for the collective happiness of humanity. With Sibyl's nearly unlimited computing power, there shouldn't be any problems.

It was Sybil again.

Saphir frowned slightly. How many times had this happened? The repeated mention of this name made her even more curious about this Golden Bee.

Remus was silent for a few seconds, then sighed: "But I heard a cry of sorrow amidst the music."

This was inevitable, and Safire was not surprised by this result.

Phobos seems beautiful, but it makes everyone lose the opportunity to change. Eternal life... is never a good thing.

The man fell into deep thought. "Could it be that someone secretly modified Phobos's music? No, no one except you and me, the tuners, could have done that..."

Could it be that the prophet is hiding something from us? Impossible, she has already sacrificed her life for this, and her prophecy has been verified by the Master of Water. She could not have any selfish motives…”

The man couldn't help but doubt Sibyl. This direction made sense to Saphir. After all, Sibyl respected the prophecy. As a country destined to be destroyed, Sibyl might really do something.

But he didn't dare to speculate, because this guess was too scary. If it was true, then Lemuria...

Remus didn't think this was something difficult to accept. As a demon god, no matter how much he loved his people, he was more rational than emotional in his emotions.

He only needed to think about it briefly before he figured it out: "Perhaps it's because she has no selfish motives..."

Because Sibyl has no selfish motives, she is more likely to be the executor of the prophecy. She does not favor anyone or anything, but simply respects the development of things and gives a push to the doomed Lemuria when it is about to be destroyed.

The man was stunned, but quickly shook his head vigorously, as if to deny the matter. "Now everyone relies on the judgment and decisions made by Phobos. If anything goes wrong with Phobos, the citizens will probably fall into chaos..."

"I need you to go to the location of the blood-blind believer... To do this, I will give you free will." Remus said, raising his hand, as if doing something.

Seeing this scene, a sudden flash of inspiration came to Saphir's mind: free will?

What Remus meant was that the man in front of him could exist independently of Phobos. If that was the case, then this person's identity would be easy to guess.

The man was a little confused, but he tried his best to understand. "You mean to separate my melody from the grand movement to prevent any accidents?" He waved his hands repeatedly to refuse, and expressed his loyalty, "No, no, it's too early. I worry that my soul can't bear such a great destiny..."

"I believe you." Remus's four words made the man unable to say anything to refuse.

He said he believed it, but Safire knew he had no choice.

Remus continued, "I believe you, but from now on you will no longer be...'us'."

A trace of sadness seemed to appear on the man's plaster-like face. "I understand. I've come to my senses. Since this is your wish, I'm willing to fulfill it for you."

"Ullanopolis, the city of the future... let's call ourselves this new name." Remus seemed very tired. After saying this, he waved his hand and let the man leave.

Saphir clicked his tongue. It seemed that Cassiodor had not lied to him. Ouranopolis was indeed his name.

When they first met, he called himself Ulan Yidai from Ullanopolis. At that time, Safir felt that this guy's name was too long and very disrespectful, so he taught him a lesson.

After all, it is very ungentlemanly to say a lot of things when introducing yourself that embarrasses the other person.

Even someone like Mona, who cares so much about her name, would add after the introduction: Just call me Mona.

Why did Cassiodor let Saphir call him Ulan Yidai of Ullanopolis? Saphir was not in the mood to play these name-remembering games with him. Everyone has a long name. Asking her to write her full name would also be very long!

This thing is like underwear, you just need to wear it, but it's impolite to show it to others for no reason.

After Cassiodoro left, Remus walked through the golden corridor alone, the sound of people arguing getting closer and closer. It was not until he stepped onto the podium in the center of the hall that the surroundings calmed down a little.

The scene changed, and Saphir saw a familiar figure, with the same plaster head and wearing red lawyer's clothes. Was it Boethius?

A man who looked like Boethius spoke: "Great One, please enlighten me... Recently, because we can no longer hear the melody of Phobos, the citizens are afraid and confused.

Clearly, the grand plan was progressing as usual. The barbarians hiding in the shadows were being eliminated one by one, and the filthy waters were being cleansed with spiritual dew.

Yet you intend to stop this noble war for no reason. Why is that?"

Saphir was stunned when he heard this. This kid is really brave. Although Remus is indeed a waste, it is not something that a little guy like him can question, right?

Do you think you are Keqing?

But Keqing is not questioning the Geo King, nor is she a warmonger.

Keqing simply believes that the people of Liyue should stand up on their own. Not to mention breaking away from the protection of the gods, they should at least have the ability to protect themselves when they lose their protection. Even without the guidance of the gods, they should also be clear about the future path. This is what a leader does.

But this guy...

Without the guidance of God, he ran over to question angrily. They were obviously cruel invaders, but he used the word "noble" to describe the most anti-human behavior: war.

Did he see war as noble? Perhaps, since he wasn't the one dying.

This kind of talk and this state reminded Saphir of a type of people he had seen in the Atrium Divine Realm before: fanatics.

These people are generally not original believers, nor are they cultivated bit by bit through religious education since childhood. Most of them are converts. It is very interesting that Ergouzi, because of his fanatical faith as a convert, behaves more devoutly than ordinary believers.

They will also be more cruel and point the finger at their former compatriots and relatives.

The state of the person in front of me is somewhat similar to that of a convert.

Safir didn't want to listen anymore. War... a war of national destruction and genocide. To describe such a thing as noble, Safir just felt sick.