Chapter 321 Fake News

"Lord Great Kind Tree King, Lord Small Auspicious Grass King."

Elhaisen waited patiently until the two gods stopped communicating before stepping forward and bowing to them.

"Well, thank you for your hard work." The Great Compassion Tree King nodded, "Have you found out the intentions of the Ministry of Education?"

"The situation has been clarified. The purpose of the Faithful Court is..."

Elhaisen paused, glanced at Nashida, narrowed his eyes, and said, "The God-making Plan, the Order of the Fatui and the Fatui conspired to create a new god that can be controlled."

"God-making...plan...?"

Nashida was completely stunned, her expression somewhat bewildered and helpless. She wanted to think that she had heard it wrong, but she knew clearly that she had not heard it wrong.

The Order of the Lords wants to create a new god, and Xumi wants a new god.

What about yourself?

They... don't need the God of Wisdom anymore? Xumi... doesn't need me anymore?

Nashida pursed her lips tightly, trying hard to suppress her sadness, like a little girl who was bullied but refused to cry, but her eyes were a little red, and she looked stubborn and pitiful.

This kind of behavior... Is Lord Little Lucky Grass King really a god... Elhaisen frowned slightly, but soon relaxed his brows, and thought of a more reasonable explanation: to a god, five hundred years of divine life is obviously nothing, so Lord Little Lucky Grass King is still in his childhood, and it is normal for him to be fragile, childish and naive.

It just doesn't seem like a god.

Elhaisen's eyes flickered as he looked towards the Great Compassion Tree King.

It would be great if the Great Compassionate Tree King could come back. Perhaps he would personally teach the little Auspicious Grass King for hundreds of years, and today's God of Wisdom would be worthy of the name of "Wisdom".

"To create a new god, the human and material resources and various conditions required are quite harsh. How do the House of Fatui and the Fatui plan to achieve it?" The Great Compassion Tree King noticed Elhaisen's eyes and took over the topic lightly.

He could naturally see what Elhaisen was thinking, but if the situation had not forced him, according to his original plan, they would only have a very brief encounter until Nashida personally "deleted" him from the World Tree.

Instead of being like this now... The Great Compassion Tree King sighed in his heart and lowered his eyes to look at his arm. The body that was originally condensed by pure light was stained with scarlet, and there were faint scales emerging. Whenever the scales appeared, the evil and chaotic whispers would appear along with the bursts of burning pain.

Taboo knowledge has been eroding His body and mind. He has little time left, and can only hope that Nashida can grow up in this short time. Or before He really dies, He will have a chance to face that terrifying existence, make a deal, or sacrifice himself, which can at least relieve the pressure on Xumi and Nashida.

"The Fatui brought out a heartless puppet and Inazuma's divine heart. The Order used the power of the void as fuel to help the puppet ascend to the throne of god."

Elhaisen repeated the intelligence he had collected word for word, with confusion in his eyes: "Lord Great Compassion Tree King, how does the Order Institute plan to burn the void computing power?"

"...Use the brains of Xumi's people as mines to mine energy. This is the only way to ensure the huge computing power required for the birth of the new god."

The Great Compassion Tree King took a deep breath and became serious: "Whether the new god is born or not, the children of Xumi will be harmed. Nashida, Elhaisen, we must stop them."

"Yes."

Elhaisen looked solemn.

"I see."

Nashida rubbed her eyes, and her voice had a faint nasal tone.

"In addition to stopping the Order's plan to create a god, there is another matter that needs to be dealt with urgently."

The Great Compassion Tree King endured the pain of being eroded and burned, and did not show any sign on his face: "If Xumi wants to overcome the difficulties, he must not be disturbed by anything else. Nashida, you must get out of the Pure Palace as soon as possible and go to the desert."

"Desert?" Nashida was slightly startled. Elhaisen hesitated for two seconds and asked tentatively: "Lord Great Kind Tree King, the urgent matter you are talking about is... Grass Dragon King Apep?"

“Yes, it is Him.”

The Great Compassion Tree King looked at him with a little surprise: "I thought there were no humans in Xumi who knew about Apep. How did you get the news about Apep?"

Elhaisen didn't hesitate and told him everything about the dilapidated ancient book, the mysterious communication, the deliberate guidance, etc.

If there was only the Little Auspicious Grass King, he might still hesitate. After all, looking at the Little Auspicious Grass King's appearance, people felt that there was no solution to some things even if they were told, and it would just add another person to worry.

But it is different with the Great Compassionate Tree King. In front of Him, the people of Sumeru have nothing to hide.

The Great Compassion Tree King nodded at first, then his eyes widened, with obvious surprise and astonishment in his eyes, and then he became cautious and thoughtful. After Elhaisen finished speaking, he exhaled lightly and said, "That person is misleading you. The truth about the forbidden knowledge, the Red King, and Apepu is not like this."

He carefully chose his words and told the truth of that year one by one.

……

The Institute of Teachings, Sravasti College.

"What a clueless kid..."

The wise man of the Zhilun School, Khawaja, put down the letter in his hand and couldn't help shaking his head and muttering something.

The scholar named Tinari, a student of Nafis, a sage of the Astronomy school, refused again. It turned out that both the master and the disciple were stubborn and no amount of persuasion could work.

Just refuse if you want. The project has already passed the most difficult hurdle. It doesn’t matter whether the sages of the Shenglun School are involved or not.

Khawaja took off his glasses, raised his hand to pinch the corner of his eyes, and then he heard a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Khawaja called out, put on his glasses, and after seeing who was coming in, he raised his white eyebrows and asked curiously, "Azar? How did you find time to come to my place?"

Whether it was a big project like the God-making Project or a small project like the coordination of folk performances, they all needed to be handled by the great sage Azar, and his schedule was full. Logically speaking, he should not have had time to come to the office of his Zhilun School sage these days.

"You came at the right time. In half an hour, I will have a meeting with my students to listen to their achievements and summaries of the past month."

Khawaja walked out from behind his desk, came to the tea table, opened the cup, and poured a cup of hot water for Hazard: "Sit down, I don't have any good coffee here, I'll have to ask you to make do with it."

"That should be coffee, right? Khawaja, you are too perfunctory."

Azar glanced at the hot water and shook his head: "If others saw it, they would think that I cut the daily funding of your Zhilun Sect."

"It can be increased even without reduction, at least..."

"Oh, dreaming."

After a friendly and cordial greeting, Khawaja held the coffee brought by his secretary, squinted his eyes, and looked at Hazard through the faint steam rising from the cup: "What happened? You wouldn't come here on your own initiative if you had nothing to do."

"I was attacked about an hour ago."

Azar didn't touch the hot water on the table, nor did he touch the newly delivered coffee. He was silent for two seconds, and said in a complicated tone: "The attacker is... Little Auspicious Grass King."

(End of this chapter)