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His name is Bai E, he is male, tall and strong, and is a young man.
"Hello."
Hua Yi smiled and extended his hand in greeting, approachable and down-to-earth, just like a sunny and cheerful young man.
The other person covered their head, looking a little dizzy.
"Hello, I am Bai E from the Ai Li Mi Xie. I greet you all... I apologize, it was so bright just now that I was dazzled and I haven't recovered yet."
Bai E kept rubbing his eyes with his left hand, while shaking hands with Hua Yi with his right.
From Tibo's earlier self-introduction, it's clear that Tibo is a saintess who delivers prophecies, a clerical role, while Bai'e is the combatant. Logically, he should be responsible for exploring the ruins, finding survivors, and making contact with Hua Yi and his group first.
But the brilliance from the sky almost blinded Ming Y|Lingba Bai E!
Seeing Hua Yi now, I feel like he's walked out of the light, and I feel inexplicably at ease.
"Did Mr. Hua Yi also seek refuge in Ohmma?"
“No, my companions and I came from beyond the heavens. Did you see that vehicle in the sky? We traveled there to Onpharos. Tibo just said it’s best to keep our identities hidden. You’re the second person to know right now. Shh, don’t tell anyone.”
Hua Yi was quite honest, and a smile remained on his face throughout.
"Uh……"
The white-haired youth was stunned. He felt Hua Yi's gentleness and friendliness, and his original wariness caused by the extraterrestrial visitor inexplicably decreased a lot.
This person is very approachable and has a great personal charm.
Even though they had only just met, the moment he said, "Shh, don't tell anyone," the distance between them instantly closed.
Bai E also smiled at Hua Yi.
"What an amazing background! I feel like we click, but now's not the time for idle chatter, I'll go first—"
"Who asked you to tell the Golden Clan to take us to some holy city?!"
An argument broke out not far away, coming from among the refugees protected by Bai Er.
An elderly man with white hair and beard, who appeared to be of some status, beat his chest and stamped his feet in frustration.
“We are priests of the Titans of the Gates, born like birds without feet, how can we bear to be confined to one place?”
A young refugee stood up and argued with the old man.
"The Titans of Strife are wreaking havoc. All I want is for everyone to settle down and get a good night's sleep..."
"Losing faith means losing everything. Do you really think Ohmma will tolerate us? The end times are near, and we are in constant danger no matter where we are! The priests would rather die on the path of pursuing their faith than live a wretched life in a foreign land."
Listening to the commotion of the refugees, Tibo composed herself and wanted to go forward and persuade them.
But just as she took her first step, she suddenly realized something.
The soldiers surrounding the area, along with the stone monster sculptures, had been cleared out by Hua Yi and his group. It seemed impossible to emphasize the danger of the current environment.
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Tibo was lost in thought, while Bai'er stared intently at this rather approachable visitor from outer space. Suddenly, Hua Yi stepped forward, facing Refugee 203.
"Beside me is the saintess of Janusapolis, Tirisippius. The messenger of the gods has come to rescue you, yet the priests are indulging in disputes. Who are they making a fool of themselves for?"
who!
Which brat dared to be so reckless as to criticize the devout tribal priest?!
The old man and the young man in the midst of the argument, along with the other refugees, all looked in the direction of the sound and spotted Tibo first. Although she was a little small, she could still vaguely make out the features of the saint Tirispius.
The refugees stirred, but when their gaze fell upon Hua Yi, this extraordinary young man, even the old priest inexplicably fell silent.
The instincts of living beings stir, like people in the darkness glimpsing a fire.
In chaotic times, one should not emphasize grand principles to fanatics; simply make good use of their faith.
Hua Yi easily found a point of entry and made a virtual drawing in the air under everyone's watchful eyes.
A magnificent door, shrouded in misty light, appeared out of nowhere and slowly opened, revealing the scene of birdsong and fragrant flowers—the very picture of the holy city of Ohma.
"This...this is the authority of the Titan of the Gate!"
"To connect directly to a distant city-state without the need for chanting prayers—what power! The humble tribal priests salute you, and please forgive our previous blasphemy for daring to speak of faith..."
People who are arguing, confused, and desperate find salvation and are overjoyed.
"The gods have come to save us! Praise be to Janus of the Gate! Praise be to you!!"
The refugees looked excited and worshipped Hua Yi with utmost devotion.
As for the real Saintess Tibo, she could only stare at this scene with her cherry-like mouth slightly agape.
Chapter 697 Bread
You...you really are the messenger of the Titans of the Gate, descended from heaven to save mankind?
Even after hearing Hua Yi's self-introduction, Tibo still couldn't help but have questions.
The ability to open a portal to Ohma without the need for prayer is truly extraordinary. As a saintess, Tibo is indeed capable of opening the Hundred Worlds Gate and achieving something similar at a great cost in a time of crisis.
That's the problem!
Hua Yi remained calm and composed. He didn't even break a sweat, let alone consume his memories or his own existence!
This isn't just a messenger of the [Gateway], it's practically a manifestation of the Titans!
"Step through this door and go to Ohma."
Reaching the magnificent portal, Hua Yi turned around and looked at the stunned Ti Bao and Bai E, as well as the crowd immersed in boundless joy, bowing in worship and shedding tears of gratitude for divine grace.
"It seems that it is the only refuge there. The suffering people are all gathering in Ohma. Given the size of the city-state, it is inevitable that it will be under pressure to accommodate so many people. Is this why you think Ohma cannot accommodate you? Based on reality."
"Yes."
Previously, the old priest was arguing with his people, heartbroken and distressed. Now, seeing the miracles displayed by Hua Yi, he had hope for life and finally regained some of his wisdom.
“My lord, Ohma is, after all, a city-state that worships other Titans. Even if it were willing to accept us, problems such as food shortages and limited accommodations would still exist.”
"Interstellar Peace..."
Toppa's eyes lit up; he felt it was his time to shine.
"Ahem, Lord Hua Yi is compassionate towards all living beings and will provide you with bread, wine, and shelter from the wind and rain. In return, you should be grateful for this kindness."
As he spoke, Topa began rummaging through his belongings, taking advantage of the blind spot in his vision.
Interstellar Peace Company is a large and powerful company, and Toppa, as an executive, brought along some of these convenience tools and emergency supplies.
She transformed into Doraemon, taking things out of her own pocket and secretly slipping them to Hua Yi.
All of these are emergency supplies produced by the company.
Similar to compressed biscuits, but compressed bread with a compression level increased by tens or hundreds of times.
Once opened, this stuff expands on its own. While it may not taste like the most exquisite delicacy in the universe, it's more than enough to fill you up and meet your nutritional needs.
There's also concentrated wine; combined with a water purifier, you can mix it in a wooden barrel to get a large barrel of red wine.
This is the power of technology!
The nearby refugees had never seen any space technology before. In their view, bread appeared out of thin air in Hua Yi's hand, golden in color and exuding an enticing wheat aroma.
They fled here covered in dust and dirt, their lives threatened, let alone having enough to eat.
The refugees have been hungry for several days.
"Hmm...~..."
They swallowed hard, their eyes filled with longing, yet they dared not offend the divine messenger's majesty, and hurriedly lowered their heads, appearing timid and pitiful.
“A few quick hands and feet, help me distribute bread at the front and back of the line. Everyone, head towards Ohma. Once we’re settled outside the city, I’ll give you wine, build you houses, and then you can all get a good night’s sleep.”
Hua Yi directed the operation methodically; his voice wasn't particularly loud, but it reached everyone's ears.
It quickly soothed each and every lost heart.
The argument between the old priest and the young man plunged the remaining refugees into despair, while Hua Yi's calm commands contained a power far exceeding mere shouting.
The refugees found their pillar of support. Immediately, some young people wiped away their tears, struggled to suppress the overwhelming emotions of despair and rescue, and ran over.
Thank you, and thank you for your praise!
Hua Yi distributed the bread, and the crowd carefully held it with both hands, as if it were a sacred object.
They kept wiping their dusty and stained hands onto their clothes, trying to clean them as much as possible, before tremblingly tearing off a small piece of bread. They swallowed hard, but didn't put it in their mouths. Instead, they suppressed their hunger and first distributed the bread to the elderly, women, and children.
The goodness of humanity in the face of disaster is always beautiful.
"You don't actually think I only have this one piece of bread, do you?"
Hua Yi's lips curled into a clear smile, and with a flick of his wrist, another large piece of bread swelled up in the wind.
"Everyone can have enough to eat, so feel free to take big pieces. Just be careful not to choke. If I were to feed you all water individually, it would take me most of the day, and it would disrupt our schedule!"
The words, though spoken in jest, did not elicit laughter.
"We're saved! We're saved..."
"Mom, the bread smells so good, why aren't you eating it?"
The middle-aged woman hugged the little girl tightly, her body trembling, and kept rubbing her cheek against the child's face, which should have been delicate but was covered in dust during the escape.
It's as if only by experiencing temperature and touch through this behavior can one be sure that they are not dreaming and that everything is real.
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"That handsome older brother said there was plenty of bread!"
The older sister wanted to take care of her younger sister. The little girl, who had been confused and helpless, suddenly became lively again, puffing out her cheeks and stuffing bread into her older sister's mouth.
"Lord Hua Yi told everyone to fill their stomachs, why isn't my sister listening?"
"Okay, I'll listen... I'll listen, waaaaah..."
The old man's cloudy eyes were also filled with tears. He gripped the bread tightly with his withered hands and ate it silently with utmost seriousness, even solemnity.
Not a single crumb should be spilled on the ground.
Once passionate young people, their ambitions were shattered by the Black Tide, and then they were rescued in despair. This rollercoaster of emotions made them clutch their chests, trying to calm their pounding hearts so they wouldn't actually jump out of their chests.
Regardless of age or gender, everyone stared intently at Hua Yi.
The sky above Onfaros had once shone brightly, as the refugees had witnessed.
They were at a loss.
Some say it was the wrath of the Titans of the Sky, while others say it was because he had left his homeland to flee to Ohm, a place where he did not believe in the "Path," thus incurring divine punishment.
But now, everyone is convinced that it was the light emanating from the Titan messenger when he descended to earth (Norri's).
It was not divine punishment, but divine grace, to save humanity from suffering.
The old priest picked up paper and pen and trembled as he recorded the miracle.
On this day, the messenger descended to earth, opened the gates, bestowed upon us bread, and promised us wine and shelter—he will lead us over the myriad gates of Janus, and we, the humble descendants, stand before Him, filled with awe and joy.
"you……"
Tibo was already dumbfounded, standing next to Hua Yi, staring blankly as he calmed people down and completed the redemption.
Let alone refugees, now that Hua Yi directly claims to be Janus of the Gate, descended from heaven to save believers from suffering, even Tibo, who is a saint, will start to believe him to some extent.
He was not like an ordinary person.
They can easily rally the people's hearts, stand up in times of disaster, and lead the world forward.
The perfect leader!
Even though Hua Yi claims to be human, the refugees are quickly starting to treat him like a god.
Chapter 698 I hereby make a covenant
The crowd received their bread, passed through the gates in an orderly fashion, and finally arrived outside the holy city of Ohma.
With blue skies and white clouds above and trees and flowers on the ground, even in the suburbs outside the city, one can clearly feel its magnificence, which is completely different from the previous ruins of Chongyuan and exudes an atmosphere of peace.
The most eye-catching sight was the giant in the Holy City carrying a ball of light on his back.
The Titans of the Necropolis and the Dawn Machines, as the only source of light for Onpharos today, eternally illuminate the land.
However, it is ultimately a "burden on the world," not a "pathway."