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Of course, Cecil had thought about conducting ideological education and enlightenment education for migrant workers, but he really didn't have time.Before time travel, he never believed that those bosses who said they were open all year round would be so busy with so many things. Now he believes that they are really too busy. It seems that there are endless things to do. No matter how hard he tries, he will always find something to do After a period of time, he also learned to "push the pot" and "today's work will be finished tomorrow", because there is really no end to it!

No one expected that the carriage company's hospitality trip would have the opposite effect, and the experience of the winner must spread. Yesterday he was the most watched "star" in Yuecheng, and his words and deeds were equivalent to a super "advertisement".

Cecil, who still doesn't know the effect of "advertising", is quite critical: "Why can he come to me to advertise when I can't advertise in other countries?!"

"Are you a country?" Langdon choked on Cecil and rolled his eyes. "Are you a civilization? What's the name of the country or civilization?"

Cecil was too angry to speak.

Moon City is indeed not a country or civilization, but Moon City will teach everyone with good intentions how to eat, how to line up, how to dress and shoes, how to sleep, and how to live like a person. Will tell these residents what the outside world is like, what results their efforts will produce, and even one day, tell them the truth about magic.

These things are very small. Cecil started with the mundane things like eating, drinking, and messing around. He didn't even think about it that far at the beginning, but just went with the flow. After all, this is the most basic human need.

Cecil didn't know that the sum of his "tiny" efforts made Tissel dig his own grave by spending a lot of money on "advertising".

Of course, Tissel would not intentionally spend money to make people treat the winner badly. He repeatedly asked to use the best and most considerate attitude. After listening to the whole reward, he was quite satisfied, thinking that the winner would be very grateful and unforgettable.Neither he nor the magical world he lived in was aware of that condescending attitude. This imperceptible arrogance to non-magic creatures was the norm in the magical world, like the air, and naturally it would not be corrected.

Unknowingly, more and more people in Moon City are paying attention to the war of gods. People are whispering, thinking and discussing in private. This is something they would not do before, after all, they have tried their best to survive.After coming here, the foreman or the supervisor nagged all day long about "use your brain" and "Think about it, are you a brainless creature", forcing them to look, think, and plan, which is very tiring and exhausting. very funny.

Many have discovered new skies.

Cecil's leadership didn't realize this boost. The main reason was that they were too busy. As soon as October [-]st came, a large number of carriages were about to be delivered.The night before yesterday, Cecil tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep. This was the first battle he participated in, and I don't know if it will be the last... Fuck, this is so fucking unlucky!

Cecil couldn't help not thinking about the bad consequences. He wasn't a pessimistic person, but for some reason, all he could think about was the consequences of failure.

A fluffy tail hit Cecil's head. He opened his eyes and saw that the tail was protruding from the window. The blue fur looked very luxurious under the bright moonlight.He opened his arms and hugged the tail into his arms. The soft and thick fur made him rub against it and buried his head in it.

"Hmm..." Cecil whispered, "If the war of gods fails, what will happen to us? Will we die?"

"No." Langdon's voice sounded directly in Cecil's mind, "We will survive."

"Why? Because we are gay knights?"

"Because I will protect you." Langdon said slowly, "Unless the carriage firm risks offending the Mages Association."

"What does this have to do with the Mage Association?" Cecil asked puzzled.

"As a person with the potential to be an ultra-legendary mage, the Mage Association is very friendly to me." Langdon said with a smile in his tone, "They have been accusing me of not going for certification."

"Is it any good for them to become an ultra-legendary mage?"

"This is a great enhancement to magical power."

Cecil smiled: "Then you are really rebellious... You have come to the side of industrial technology." The fluffy tail brushed his cheek, he was already drowsy, and he could hardly remember to say what.

Langdon heard it, and the big cat put its eyes close to the window to stare at Cecil's sleeping face, and said softly, "Good night, dear, don't be angry."

Early the next morning, Cecil was woken up by a strange and loud sound. He got up in a daze, and saw a huge thing outside the window at first sight. The window was too small to see the whole picture, but it was so big I knew it was not a good thing.

Cecil scrambled and ran out of the house, just in time to see an old man who looked like Gandalf standing outside Moon City, yelling at someone, "Who do you think you are?!"

She has long gray hair, a pointed hat, and an exquisite hemp-colored gown, with two rows of patterns embroidered on her chest. They are rows of small carriages, and her face is full of anger and majesty.The only difference from Gandalf is that this "old man" is as tall as dozens of floors, roughly one to two hundred meters high.

Definitely Chester!

A bright light flew over, like the sun, and after that, a huge mushroom cloud erupted right in front of the old man's face.The old man waved his hand, the smoke dissipated, and he was unharmed except for a piece of black ash on his cheek. He stared at the city gate angrily, and stamped the staff in his hand vigorously. Cecil, who was running towards the gate, was caught The invisible shock wave crashed and flew out on the spot.

Not only Cecil, but the whole city is like this. Many mud houses have cracks at the same height, slender trees are broken, and the leaves of shrubs are cut short as if they were cut by a knife.

Cecil scolded himself for not being able to wake up, while struggling to get up and ran to the door, the first thing he saw was blue hair all over the ground, here and there, mixed with little blood.

Langdon was standing in front of the city gate, his back arched, his hair frizzy, his body covered in shattered scars and potholes. He opened his mouth, and a bright light formed in his mouth. Immediately, a ferocious beam of light swept across Chester. Standing place!

The ground was flying, the vegetation was cutting across, and the scorching breath was transpiring from the ground into the air, but Chester just frowned and took a step to the side.

"Stupid thing!" Chester slammed his staff again, the shock wave interrupted Langdon's roar again, and also made Cecil roll out like an ant, "Don't think that I will always give face to the God of Magic ! No matter how good you are and how talented you are, you are still just a mortal!"

"You are not allowed to step into Moon City!" Langdon bared his bleeding teeth, "Even if you are a god!"

The sense of powerlessness gripped Cecil tightly, and it was not easy to just stand still. Even though he kept shouting in his heart, "Stand up! Stand up! You coward! Stand up!", his legs were still trembling He could only writhe ugly on the ground.

"Emerson!" Cecil yelled recklessly, "Emerson, you bastard, come out and fight! Emerson!"

"Young people—just impatient." An old voice came, and at some point, Emerson appeared outside the city gate. He seemed to be getting older every step he took, and at the same time, his figure was gradually getting bigger. When he stood in front of Chester, the two were already about the same size, but he was so old that he seemed to die at any moment.

"Look at you." Chester sneered, "No one believes you will win, your believers are terrified, this slightly talented kitten has no strength, the foreign god, What else can you do? Kneel down and beg for mercy, this is your only way out."

Emerson smiled slightly, and walked forward, his pace was unhurried, and the three-piece suit was perfectly uncluttered.When he stood in front of Chester, holding up his crutch—Cecil discovered that it was actually a tied umbrella—he made an initial movement of fencing, and said slowly: "You have never seen The starry sky? The eternally rotating sphere in the darkness is composed of various substances, relying on gravity to maintain a delicate balance. The same is true for the birth of creatures. A small change at any moment will make a big difference. You I haven’t seen it, Chester.” He called the other party’s name directly, “I haven’t seen steel flying into the sky, I haven’t seen feathers falling in a straight line, I haven’t seen the movement of tiny cells in nerves. The mountain is king, complacent. You don't know anything, Chester, the gods could have seen it, we have powers far beyond mortals, but you're not even interested! You're a bunch of frogs in a well, staying too far in this stagnant water For a long time, I mistakenly thought it was the sea!"

Chester's attack started, a strong wind came out of his palm, and wind blades hit Emerson one after another. He stepped on the ground, and the flat land turned into waves, violently beating everything on the ground.

Emerson took a step forward, and his shiny English leather shoes firmly stepped on the restless ground. His umbrella pierced the wind blade like a sharp sword. His arm was trembling, but he still delivered the umbrella steadily. Sharp, skilled and graceful in his movements, unfortunately, he lacks strength.

Emerson is old, and too long has passed since his glory days. The believers here are few and afraid. Chester's demonstration makes the believers terrified, and naturally he cannot get the support of faith.

This is not the battle of gods I envisioned, Cecil thought. There was no beginning, no warning, just rage, brutality, and attack.He got up and ran to Langdon in a daze. The big cat was lying on the ground, blood was streaming from its mouth and nose, and its breath was so weak that it could hardly be felt.He touched the warm fur, felt the fishy breath, and the great fear and panic were only slightly reduced. He wanted to pull Langdon back to the city, but found that his strength was so small.

Mortal...mortal!

Cecil walked around Langdon's body, and found that behind Langdon, O'Casey, Russell, and Oakes were all wounded, and Moyer was missing half of his leg. He leaned against the wall and held O'Casey in his arms. , and even squeezed out a crooked smile when seeing him: "Did you sleep well?"

The two knight commanders of the legion stood not far away, their faces were livid and unharmed. They could not participate in the battle, which meant that the Gay Knights participated in the battle, which was not allowed.

Cecil wanted to cry and curse at the same time. Inexplicable anger and hatred swept over his reason. He wanted to pray to God and exchange his body for the most powerful god, but a claw fell from the sky and pressed him to the ground. no.

"Let go of me!" Cecil yelled.

"Shhh..." Langdon's voice was weak, "Don't move."

Cecil couldn't move, the power of the ancient remnant was so strong, he tried his best to stand up but failed, his back was full of heavy pressure and sticky warm touch.

idiot!I'm such a fool!

Cecil cursed himself angrily in his heart, naively thinking that war is a game, and even a commercial game requires blood as the price!

Emerson was no match for Chester after all, he was old and tired, and his strength was nearly exhausted by traveling the world.The umbrella was cut in half by the wind blade, and it fell straight to the ground like a dry old wood, kicking up a mess of smoke and dust.

Tissel and his followers cheered excitedly. The customers who bought the four-wheeled carriage stood far away, and no one dared to move. Some people were lamenting that they might not get their deposit back, while others They wondered if they could buy a carriage with a reduced price after the battle of the gods, and some people wondered if they could crack the carriage and make a fake one.

"Moon City shouldn't exist." Chester wouldn't stop there, he knew exactly what to do, and walked forward with his huge body, "These shouldn't exist...!"

A stone hit Chester's foot. He lowered his head and saw an "ant".

Richard's face was full of dust, and it took a lot of effort to run over. He boldly shouted: "You shouldn't destroy these! You are the god of civilization! You should love mortals!"

Chester stared coldly at his feet.

"Don't disturb our life!"

Richard picked up another stone, and was about to throw it when a shock wave hit him. Before he could react, he saw an arm fall to the ground, holding a stone tightly in his hand.It took several seconds for the blood to spurt out, and he looked at the raised broken arm, seemingly at a loss.

Someone rushed over and tied Richard's arm tightly with cloth strips. This is the knowledge in the pamphlet of the Yuecheng leader who just arrived. If there is a bleeding point, it must be tied tightly and suppressed to avoid excessive blood loss and death.

Chester snorted and raised his foot again - another stone was thrown over.

The winner roared angrily, "Don't bother us! You false god!"

False god is a very serious accusation. Chester turned around and stretched out a finger. The winner's head exploded for no reason, spilling brains and blood all over the floor.

"Stupid mortal!" Chester snorted, but, to his surprise, more stones were thrown.

"False God!"

"Get out of Moon City!"

"This is not your territory!"

"The horse-drawn carriage company is liquidated and the price is reduced!"

"This is our city!"

“Crab roe buns are the best, beef buns go away!”

"I want floor heating!"

"I want to take a carriage to Port Toto for a blind date!"

"The wheat will be harvested soon! Are you annoying! False god!"

Countless stones are flying in the air, and countless arms are raised. If one person can't do it, then there will be two people. If two people can't do it, then there will be ten people, a hundred people, a thousand people, ten thousand people...

Shouts and curses resounded through the sky, and stones fell on Chester like rain. This did not bring any substantial damage but made him furious. As a god related to the magic system, he has not Treated like this, mortals always kneel at His feet respectfully, not even daring to look up!

"mortal!"

Chester let out an angry roar, raised his staff and wanted to stamp it on the ground, but the bottom of the staff was firmly held by a hand!

"Mortals are old friends of the God of Civilization." Emerson's dry and pale hair was slowly turning black, and his skin became smooth and tight again, revealing a middle-aged face, a bit serious and rigid but a gentleman. , "You have been addicted to magic for so long that you forgot where we came from."

The staff was lifted up bit by bit, Emerson's broken umbrella began to slowly regenerate, and his spirit recovered faster than these.

"Impossible!" Chester was surprised and angry at the same time, almost laughing, "It's just a little faith!"

"Oh, it just so happens that a certain super-long standby is on tour during this period of time on Earth, and a few old friends are just visiting." Emerson pushed his staff out forcefully, straightened his messy collar, and raised his arms Opening his hand, the shattered and reborn umbrella floated into the air and fell firmly into His grasp.

Pieces of paper fluttered in the air, like parade confetti or snow flakes, a figure in a black and red double-breasted robe appeared in front of the gate of Moon City, his face was cold and calm, and he held a scroll behind his back. The book was looking at Chester with an indifferent gaze.

"Paper God." Chester's voice was a little dry, and he could see the power of the main god at a glance, "No, no, you're not...you're not here..." His throat seemed to be blocked by something He froze, his face contorted until he was blurred, and finally struggled to come back and shouted, "Griffin! Griffin! My friend, I need your help!"

A skinny middle-aged man appeared in the air in an instant, as if he had been waiting for a long time. He was carrying a huge leather suitcase, and his squinted eyes seemed to be short-sighted.

"Paper God...you shouldn't be here." The current Book God Griffin looked solemn, with a trace of anger and despair, "You shouldn't invade my territory."

"I didn't want to come... Forget it, you don't understand." Paper God sighed, rolled up his wide sleeves, revealing his thin white arms, "Do you want to fight? Let's go together, I'm in a hurry. "

Chester and Griffin looked at each other, but neither moved.

"The God of Knowledge, please come!" Chester said eagerly.

"Yes, my friend!" Griffin raised his hand towards the sky, "Lord, please help your old friend! Our world has been challenged! This is a serious insult to us!"

With one hand bent at his waist and the other behind his back, the paper god stared at the two indigenous gods with a look of foolish eyes.

Nothing happened, the world was very quiet, including the thousands of people who were watching, they didn't say anything, they just looked around curiously.

Griffin's expression gradually changed from excitement to confusion to despair. He looked at the paper god, who was bending down and pulling out a little boy with a full-horned hairstyle from behind.

The doll is very cute, wearing a small double-breasted gown and wearing tiger-toed shoes on her feet, she is very chubby and lively, she shook off the hand of the paper god and ran around laughingly, provoking the paper god helpless and then He ran to the edge of the city wall and looked at the crowd curiously.

The height of the doll is the same as the city wall. In contrast, the city wall and the residents are like toys of Lilliputian.Just as he stretched out his hand playfully and wanted to climb up the city wall, an adult hand stretched out, grabbed his short white and fat arms and hugged him up.

It was a young man with long blond hair, and his face wearing gold-rimmed glasses was calm and gentle, making one feel close to one's heart.He walked to the paper god with the baby in his arms, and looked at Griffin with melancholy and determined eyes.

"Betrayer...betrayer!" The picture of "a family of three" provoked Griffin to roar, "Lord, you betrayed me!"

"The progress of civilization cannot be interrupted. You know this very well, Griffin." The voice of Lord, the God of Knowledge, caused a wonderful echo in the air, "Treasure the time."

Cecil vaguely felt that the paper god seemed to throw a look at him, but his eyes were covered with tears and dust, and he couldn't see clearly at all.

Emerson raised the umbrella and stepped forward steadily and firmly.Chester wanted to hide, but Griffin blocked his way by hastily dodging, and the two of them collided, as if it was fate or some inevitable logic, and the tip of the umbrella just penetrated him chest!

The blood dripped down the umbrella, and when it fell on the ground, it was absorbed by the ground instantly. The plants broke through the ground and grew into a big tree in the blink of an eye. They bloomed and bear fruit, and soon fell leaves and withered, just like the cycle of life.

Chester clutched his wound and aged rapidly. Wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, and the skin on his cheeks sagged. Compared with Emerson, it was as if he had transformed into each other.

"No, no, no, I am the god of magic chariots...I am...a god higher than civilization...magic...magic..." Chester's muttering gradually disappeared into the air, and he staggered. It went away like it was melting.

"Dead?" Cecil lay on the ground and finally regained his strength.

"No." Cecil turned his head when he felt the touch of human skin, and saw that Langdon had regained his human form, looking over with a bruised nose and a swollen face. "He didn't die so easily, he just lost his vitality."

Cecil stared at Langdon's face, unknowingly tears came down, and he said aggrievedly while wiping away tears like a child: "I haven't even said I like you, how can you do this? You obviously didn't set a flag, Why are you so ignorant?!"

Langdon raised his hand dumbfounded, gasped because of the pain, but still managed to put it on Cecil's head.

Chester and Griffin quietly disappeared, leaving only the crowd in the carriage firm standing there dumbfounded.

The paper god hugged the newly born paper book god and the god of knowledge Lord, and said something, their mouths were moving but no sound came out at all, after that, Lord left, and the paper god turned to Moon City, holding the paper book god With a light throw of his two arms, the cute little doll jumped into the air and fell like fireworks with a thud.

Some residents picked it up curiously, and found that there was a line of large characters written on those pages——

Moon City God War News: Victory belongs to mortals!

The cheers were sporadic at first, then became one, and finally, the whole city was shouting.

The war of gods is over.