TOMWDET Chapter 185.2

God-Making Chapter (1.2)

Cyril’s smile also carried a bloody feeling.

“I told you all, don’t ignore the meaning of what Julius said after just hearing his words.”

“We proactively proposed cooperation because we believed that your only remaining value was cooperating with humans. And if we gave up cooperating with you, the cooperation privileges we provided would be transferred to the Water Tribe.”

“Get it straight, idiots. We are the ones who have the conditions to choose, not you bunch of fools who can’t recognize reality.”

The scales on his face appeared and disappeared intermittently – red scales, and the green light flickering on that side of his face were incredibly similar to Elvi, who had once rampaged continuously across battlefields.

Groundless fear made the Council of Elders dare not speak. Adonis, who originally had thoughts of mediating, also abandoned his idea of playing peacemaker after this group of idiots finally managed to speak, but their first sentence was: “Mere humans.”

Adison crossed his arms and sneered. “I thought the meaning of that young man who spoke first was already quite obvious.”

“For humans, those who don’t listen, who will affect the future, whose existence means error for the current situation… Rather than spending a lot of time disciplining/teaching those people whose malicious nature may or may not be reversible, three chances are enough to determine whether they still possess the qualifications to survive.”

“Do I need to remind you?” Adison licked his lips, “These humans have already given you three chances to speak.”

Various butterfly shadows appeared around the butterfly spirit, and in those insect eyes was not the beautiful sweet scene of butterflies gathering nectar, but rather the targeting intent of spiders hunting butterflies.

“And in these three times, what you chose was all…”

“Refusal.”

Adison attacked the nearest Council of Elders member. The last two words were still reverberating in the air as his offensive became increasingly fierce.

With the Queen absent, all the subjects who once served the Queen didn’t need to care about what this suddenly appearing Council of Elders represented.

Who told them to think that controlling the Queen meant they could control the entire Winged Tribe?

Without the Queen, the entire Winged Tribe directly presented a severed momentum.

Council of Elders?

Just a bunch of idiots who didn’t know where they came from.

These were Asgari’s original words later.

Shortly after the butterfly spirit attacked, Asgari also cooperatively joined the fight.

Compared to the former who actively attacked, Asgari actually had more reason.

“A group of monster beasts who suddenly appeared trying to control the remaining Winged Tribe when the Queen wasn’t present… May I understand this as you having already shown behavior of wanting to seize power under circumstances where the Queen’s life or death was unclear?”

“What a pity, I cannot turn a blind eye to this.”

Asgari gave a sufficiently superior reason. Before the humans even made a move, Adonis had already charged forward.

The final result was naturally that this newly constructed meeting room, which had no architectural aesthetic sense, was directly soaked through with various blood colors.

Afterward, Adison asked Julius, whose complexion didn’t look too good. “Although you did say that some brainless nobles among your humans were executed, essentially the people who executed them weren’t done by your hands, right?”

After Julius adjusted his complexion, he replied with a cold expression, “You wouldn’t think that the death of these worthless things would make me feel any discomfort, would you?”

“The reason I showed this expression was only because too much time was wasted listening to these idiots talk.” Julius said this while disgustedly kicking away a bird head from the Council of Elders.

How eye-piercing.

Julius vigorously rubbed his shoe sole on the clean ground, hoping his shoes wouldn’t be stained red by that dirty blood, then continued, “Compared to them, those who truly possess control over the remaining forces of the Winged Tribe are clearly you all.”

“The annoyance of wasted time is the real reason for my poor complexion. I hope you understand that time is a crucial thing for both current humans and the Winged Tribe.”

How much time would the Beast King need to integrate the Winged Tribe territory he had already obtained?

After all, the former Xiao Zuo also had the status of a prince.

Even if the former Grand Princess was pretending, she had to teach him something substantial.

Now Julius, who had inherited those memories, could naturally see the current situation clearly.

Rather than saying it was integrating the obtained territory, the only time Clemens needed to consume was just relocating monster beasts from other Beast Tribe cities here, so this place could completely become Beast Tribe territory.

With the assistance of [Rules], Clemens didn’t need to spend much time at all to let those monster beasts from Beast Tribe territories adapt to the Winged Tribe territory he had seized.

Julius went through the known intelligence in his mind, then looked toward Cyril not far away, who was already working on organizing the action planning route for the Winged Tribe and humans.

Having arrived at monster beast society twenty-five days late, what Cyril had learned was various new knowledge that other humans who hadn’t yet arrived here had force-fed him through cramming education.

Just organizing the future planning for the remaining Winged Tribe forces and humans from Rota County who showed monster beast characteristics and were awaiting transformation – this obviously didn’t count as pressure for Cyril.

It was nothing compared to having to endure wheel battles with strong opponents of similar strength every day, being exhausted to having only one breath left, and still having to accept education in various new knowledge.

Adonis looked at that document and sincerely sighed. “Perhaps at this moment, I’m most certain that you’re acquainted with Su Li.”

“But as far as I know, you were once pierced through the chest by Su Li.” Cyril looked at the gray crane with a cold expression.

Anyone Su Li chose to target, regardless of the reason, was Cyril’s enemy.

“That was just the past.”

Just now, before the Council of Elders members were killed, more than one of them had been clamoring that they must command the Queen to have her impose various punishments on them.

Was Adonis an idiot? In some ways, he certainly was.

But when Matilda decided to go to her death, Adonis couldn’t help but develop an extra sense of caution. Without needing interrogation, just by alternately tightening and relaxing pressure during battle, those so-called Council of Elders members who didn’t know how long it had been since they’d been on a battlefield voluntarily confessed about Matilda’s living environment.

Before those old things were killed, they had consistently shown an attitude that Matilda should naturally listen to their words and cover up for them.

This was too disgusting.

Adonis didn’t pay attention when he struck and was a bit heavy-handed. The blood that splattered at that time still had traces on his face.

Adonis said, “In the past, no one had ever pointed out the current situation of the Gray Crane clan.”

“Although Su Li wasn’t clear about all the internal situations of the Winged Tribe at that time, he, who was in the giant dragon’s territory, could already see the targeting that the Gray Crane clan was suffering.”

“I’m grateful that I was able to have such a conversation with him. Otherwise, the current me would probably still be muddled, unclear about reality, and might have been confused about protecting these… trash who were still considered the same tribe on the surface.”

“I won’t help you deliver messages or anything.” Cyril turned the pen he had taken out from his space ring.

“Also, if you really have something you want to say to Su Li, I personally suggest using one hundred gold coins to buy [Su Li Under the Sunlight] from me.”

As he spoke, Cyril took out a reproduction version masterpiece from his space ring.

The original masterpieces he had drawn regarding Su Li’s personal portraits had basically all been monopolized by Egbert.

But not knowing what mindset Egbert, who hadn’t yet arrived at monster beast society at that time, was in, he had left reproduction copies for every painting.

Those reproduction versions, after it was determined that the Dark Pope wanted to create a god, directly established a production line specifically for producing reproduction paintings in Mercenary City.

Cyril was later informed of the detailed data by Euphia.

It was said that compared to the 80% penetration rate in other cities, in Mercenary City, the penetration rate of Su Li’s personal portraits in every household had reached 200%.

Simply put, each household had at least two.

Most people had treated Su Li’s portraits as new objects of faith they could pour their beliefs into.

According to the Dark Pope’s words: “People always need to believe in something. Rather than letting them believe in ethereal gods who have never appeared, it’s better to let them believe in Su Li. At least Su Li’s wisdom can somewhat bear the title of God of Wisdom in this world.”

“Moreover, he also has the ability to easily see through people’s hearts. This is indeed terrifying for those who oppose him, but for those who go with the flow alongside him, it forms natural psychological dependence…”

The Dark Pope’s original words: “We tend to let every human try to have faith in Su Li, but faith still originates from the individual and is not something that can be forcibly executed. If you’re unwilling to have faith, please don’t cause harm either. And if you have difficult and unhappy feelings, you can also confide in [Su Li Under the Sunlight] at any time to resolve your troubles and worries.”

Cyril was still ashamed that he hadn’t cultivated much literary accomplishment from Asa Academy. His evaluation of this had only two words: Awesome.

Ridiculously, this painting really did have the power to calm people’s emotions.

Combined with the mass-printed “No One Understands Lord Su Li Better Than Me 1~2,” it even achieved a 200% healing rate.

But the Dark Holy Maiden had once exposed the truth.

“This is just because that child is really too good-looking!”

A human whose appearance could really match various boastful divine words from wandering poets’ mouths…

Who wouldn’t want to understand?

Anyway, the people of Mercenary City felt they really wanted to understand.

With both approaches working together, the impact was that when Cyril discovered Adonis had some inclination, he proactively took out the painting.

Adonis uncontrollably directed his gaze toward that painting.

That wasn’t some sacred, god-gazing-down-upon-the-world overlooking perspective, but rather a level view.

It was as if the person in the painting had accidentally discovered you and then raised his head to look at you.

Those green eyes full of vitality, like spring breeze brushing across the earth, just like that easily enveloped and comforted the person outside the scroll.

Sunlight fell dappled through tree shadows, and the youth amidst flowers and birds sketched an not-very-obvious smile at the corner of his mouth.

It was as if…

He was also feeling joy at your encounter.

Adonis couldn’t help but grip a corner of the painting tightly, then made an expression that Cyril didn’t know how many times he had seen.

Heartache, shame.

Heartache that he had actually committed such a sinful act (gripping tightly) toward this painting, shame that the negative emotions in his heart were actually so intense.

And then, under the smile of the person in the painting, he gradually turned toward relaxation.

“I feel like this painting seems to have made me forgive myself.” Asgari spoke the thoughts that Adonis hadn’t voiced.

Asgari’s twisted wish that all transformed monster beasts should die had stabbed at him countless times.

Was this right? Other transformed monster beasts would definitely refute that even if humans agreed, it was only because humans were the beneficiaries.

But the person in the painting seemed to be telling Asgari that the path you firmly believe in, since you’ve already prepared to dedicate even your own life to it, what is there to be ashamed of…

After hesitating for a moment, Adison also chose to join the topic about this painting.

“Honestly, aren’t you worried that some mentally twisted people might develop various extreme thoughts toward Su Li himself after seeing this painting?”

Life always produces destructive thoughts toward beautiful things. Although most people can control them, there’s always that small portion who are mad and difficult to restrain.

Cyril’s expression was surprised, “Why would you think that?”

“Honestly, your statement instantly made me feel like I heard a joke.”

Julius nodded accordingly, then he and Cyril said in unison: “There’s no one in this world who can be more perverted than Egbert!”

Calling him by name directly was the greatest respect for Egbert.

“Also, have you decided whether to buy this painting?” Cyril had already taken the painting back from Adonis’s hands and made a gesture to roll it up properly to put it back in his alchemy ring.

Adonis immediately threw out all the valuable things he had on him. His expression was extremely serious – if Cyril were to find a suitable way to describe it, it would be like Dean Asa’s serious appearance when speaking at the opening ceremony.

But the gray crane said, “Please definitely sell this painting to me.”

Cyril was enthusiastic. He looked at various strange and obviously valuable items, while having Julius help with appraisal and calculating the approximate value. Later, Cyril also said, “Are you sure you only want one copy? I have more than ten private collection copies here.”

Not every one was like [Su Li Under the Sunlight], which happened to match “No One Understands Lord Su Li Better Than Me 1~2.”

This painting was carefully selected before being taken out for promotion.

Others that weren’t suitable, such as [Su Li Feeding the Crow], [Su Li Watching the Rain], [Su Li on the City Wall], [Su Li Unafraid of Death] and a series of other reproduction versions of paintings – Cyril had large stockpiles of all of them.

Cyril hoped that Adonis could pay more money.

He, like King Qi, extremely loved making money (for Su Li).

After all, all the money from paintings of Su Li that were sold – Euphia, who was mainly handling the reproduction paintings, with a wave of her hand directly allocated 70% of the profit, saying it was being saved as a house-buying fund for Su Li’s future.

King Qi’s original words at that time were: “You don’t want Su Li to be rich enough to directly buy the entire Amikbi, do you?”

“Are you unwilling?”

“No, I’m saying you’re selling the price too cheaply.”

…

It had to be said that the entire Dark Church’s wealth accumulation over many years now only barely exceeded Su Li’s by a little bit.

With the help of King Qi, who was far away in the Inner City and well-versed in hype effects, in at most another two or three months, Su Li, who thought he could only rely on Lan Zhe for pocket money, would directly become Amikbi’s richest person.