Chapter 165: The Divine Body's Sentimental Reaction to Scenery

After bidding farewell to Ivan, Silas spoke with Roland and Evan for a while, then left the mystical workshop and returned to his own home.

The place he lived now was still his own house.

The main area ravaged by the Great Devouring Wyrms was the city center; the buildings in the suburbs were thus spared.

Sitting on the sofa, Silas looked at the empty living room, feeling somewhat desolate.

In the past at this time, Ada would be preparing food with a smile while recounting her day's experiences, and then she would pat Silas's head and educate him to be wholeheartedly good.

Such a kind and understanding older sister suddenly transformed into a strange existence and disappeared from before Silas. This huge contrast still bothered him now.

"Forget it, I won't think about it anymore. I hope we're not enemies when we meet next time," Silas sighed, petted the Husky's head a few times, then turned and got up to prepare food.

Placing coal into the iron stove, Silas set up the pot, preparing to cook some noodles.

The city's gas pipelines were completely wrecked, and the entire city's gas supply system was paralyzed. Now, every household could only burn coal distributed by the Church for cooking or firewood transported from the countryside.

Fortunately, it wasn't winter now; otherwise, life would be very difficult.

After lunch, Silas sat down and continued reading. The book he was reading now was not about mysticism, but The Self-Cultivation of a Superior.

The author of the book was Karding XI, the twelfth emperor of the Karding Empire during the Third Dynasty, known as the Grandmaster Emperor.

This emperor ascended to the throne only at the age of sixty, and before that, he had always been the chief professor of the Imperial Academy.

He spent most of his life teaching, thus possessing very strong summarization and educational abilities.

After abdicating at the age of ninety-eight, he wrote this book, which was regarded as a treasure by countless emperors and organizational leaders.

Silas was very hurt after Luke denied his identity as Pope last time, and he also reflected on some of his own behaviors and mannerisms.

He found that he indeed lacked a certain aura and presence, even when acting as a god in his dreams, he lacked some of the tone and temperament of a superior.

"If it weren't for that shell helping me keep up appearances, if it were this body of mine, I probably would have been exposed long ago," Silas sighed, opening the book.

"In the future, after the Church develops, as the Pope, I will definitely have to give some speeches. At that time, there won't be a Pope's body for me to use. I need to pay attention from now on; learning some will definitely be useful."

The afternoon was spent in quiet study.

At night, due to the water cut-off, Silas, who hadn't showered, went to sleep directly after meditating.

This was the first time Silas had entered a dream since his descent.

The past few days had been busy with urgent post-disaster reconstruction, and he hadn't had the energy to go to the ship and continue having fun.

Sitting on the throne, Silas first sorted out the entire situation.

"Through this brief entry into the material world, many previous doubts can now be clarified."

"Firstly, the conditions for this fleet to enter the material world are very harsh. The core condition is that there must be a large-scale war or a situation leading to the collective death of a large number of humans before it can descend."

"This aligns relatively well with Norse mythology on Earth. According to legend, the Wild Hunt army is a natural phenomenon that only appears in war-torn regions. They whistle through the air accompanied by cold winds and storms, taking away the souls of all deceased humans, somewhat similar to the 'ghost soldiers borrowing a path' in ancient China."

Thinking of this, Silas's eyes fell on the long spear in his hand.

"According to one version of the legend, the prototype of the Wild Hunt is the dark side of the Norse god-king Odin. Then, based on the storm and lightning attributes of this long spear, it should be Odin's weapon, Gungnir, without a doubt."

"Although I've figured out some things, more mysteries have emerged. How did the Wild Hunt from Earth appear in this world? How did a dignified god-king fall into such a Wild Hunt state? And what exactly happened before to make this warship so dilapidated? Finally…"

Silas raised his head and looked at the dome of the temple. "What exactly is the deal with that great bell?"

The current situation was like a circle. When you knew everything within the circle and then expanded it, you found that the enlarged circle would come into contact with even more completely unknown things and mysteries.

"I won't think about this aspect for now. I'll study it after obtaining more information!"

"This manifestation not only declared my existence within a small scope but also greatly attracted the attention of the Church. They will attach great importance to it and set up specialized personnel for in-depth investigation. They won't be able to find out much about this aspect for a while. However, this expedition did indeed yield a lot of important information."

"I have a connection with that world. Now that I think about it carefully, when I was in the present world at that time, there were hundreds of illusory lines connecting with me. These lines should represent the spells or methods left in this world that can summon me. The most direct proof is that one of the dashed lines has already become a solid line, connecting Helles and Bernice."

"This means that other people may summon me again in the future. Hmm, I need to pay attention to this."

"In addition, going out this time has consolidated my connection with the material world. I now remember how to have my people offer me normal sacrifices and worship."

His entire body was in a completely passive state; Silas's subjective will couldn't discover too many in-depth things.

The divine body was like a person who had lost their memory but still retained their instincts. Only when encountering some conditions or things similar to a sentimental reaction to scenery could Silas obtain some related knowledge.

For example, this time going out, the body's "sentimental reaction to scenery" not only revealed the remaining spells and summoning methods but also, due to re-establishing a substantial connection with the world, activated the channels for sacrifice and worship.

Raising his hand, he held the large amount of golden faith power from the dome in his hand. "Now, I finally know the use of this faith power."

The faith power on the dome was currently very immense. The redeeming Evening Bell that rang when he was leaving the real world had purified all the souls of those tens of thousands of people, thus yielding so much faith power.

"Wait! Tens of thousands of people!?" Reaching this point, Silas seemed to have thought of something, suddenly stood up, and strode out of the temple.

Crash!

When Silas walked out of the temple and looked around, he found that the previously empty deck was now filled with all sorts of golden souls.

Even the previous warriors had no place to stand and had to ride their mounts, circling outside the warship.

The previously dilapidated and empty grey deck had now turned into a dazzling expanse of gold, making one's eyes blur.

"Master!" Pamela, in the distance, wanted to jump down and salute but couldn't find a place to land at all.

Silas closed his gaping mouth under the mask and said calmly, "It doesn't matter. It's also time to upgrade our warship."