Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 1014 - 604: Human Do_3

Chapter 1014: Chapter 604: Human Do_3

"What’s wrong?" Yalusai spurred the Royal Griffon to keep up with the Crown Princess, curiously asking, "Could Sister Wang have figured out how they plan to cross the river?"

"I have an idea, but I’m not sure, let’s go check it out, maybe we can really witness the birth of a miracle," the Crown Princess vaguely responded, feeling more convinced the longer the thought tumbled in her mind.

The Conqueror Army had come all this way, stirring up too much in its wake, the enormous interests not only enticing people but even the gods.

In migration, praying to the God of the Road was normal, but when such prayers weren’t from one or two people but nearly fifty thousand people all united in the same wish, it became extraordinary.

This desire, this thought, would grow stronger as their desperate situation intensified.

The Conqueror Army was now in a desperate fight with their backs against the water. If a bridge could be raised over the Wild Border River, they could have free reign over the vast world, going wherever they wished.

If this bridge could not be raised on the Wild Border River, their journey would end here, their thoughts, their expectations, all turning to dust.

Added to that, with someone intentionally guiding them, the Crown Princess dared not imagine further, because Gaven was exactly that kind of influential person, possessing an extraordinary ability to sway people’s hearts—otherwise, so many wouldn’t have followed him on this migrating journey, knowing full well the insurmountable Wild Border River stood in their way yet still bravely stepping forward.

By the time the Crown Princess and her companions riding the Royal Gryphon reached above the Conqueror Army, they personally felt the mesmerizing effect of Gaven’s speech.

He was riding a unique Pegasus that had a mix of black, white, and green colors, weaving steadily above the Conqueror Army.

"The unknown future did not stop our determination to head north to the Valley, seeking a better life.

The Two-Headed Trolls of the Giant Plains, even with the Demon Army summoned, couldn’t stop us. Instead, we broke through the entire Giant Plains.

The Evil Necromancer of Efanso was merely a stumbling block at our feet, kicked aside by us, earning the approval of countless, especially the disaster-stricken Efanso Citizens who chose to trust us, joining our ranks.

The Dark Forces of the Giant Dragon Coast joined together, trying to pressure us, but they couldn’t crush us.

Now, the evil forces of the Goblin Margins once again reach out their demonic claws to us, how can we easily bow down, what do you all say, what should we do?

Correct, to shatter them, pave our path forward with their corpses, their flesh and blood.

No path, we blaze our own path.

No bridges, then we build those bridges ourselves.

This time, the bridge we’re going to build is no ordinary bridge, but a Bridge of Will, solidified by our unbreakable will, and a Bridge of Belief, solidified by our pursuit of a better life.

This belief, sourced not solely from reverence for All Gods, but also from the pursuit of a better life, and from our never-surrender spirit.

Please trust the kind Hand of Aid, who has already constructed a great brid使用ge across the Wild Border River waiting for us to pass, and this bridge is the same one you previously saw on the blueprint.

That is an unprecedented Bridge of Belief, and every one of your beliefs, is this great bridge’s most solid cornerstone.

For you, for me, for all of us, please join me in shouting a singular name, Mount Dakor."

Mount Dakor!

Mount Dakor!!

Mount Dakor!!!

The opponent’s speech had been going on for unknown lengths of time, the entire Conqueror Army shouting a single name in unison.

On those trucks were stones emitting a faint white light, invisible lines connecting them to the surrounding migrants above which was clearly carved a small lectern, belonging to the Sanctum of the God of Travel and Exploration.

Their migration was the most sacred prayer ceremony to the God of the Road, especially at this moment, under Gaven’s guidance, sending out prayers to this Hand of Aid with undistracted minds, their faith exceptionally devout, their beliefs exceptionally focused.

Countless subtle breezes blew from these rudimentary stone sanctums, wrapping around the stones, wagons, and migrants, lightening their steps and speeding their movement.

Thus stemmed Mount Dakor Windslaver’s title, effortlessly harnessing the wind to his service, his followers all adept in wielding the power of the wind.

By then, the Crown Princess and her companions noticed that on the Conqueror Army’s various vehicles, each stood with a sail-like structure, all billowing forward.

Therefore, even though the carts were loaded with heavy stones, the wheel ruts were not so deep, their progress fast, looking entirely effortless—they were yet to reach their highest speed, now only limited by their road-building speed.

And these signs were telling these Conqueror migrants that not only had the God of Travel and Exploration, Mount Dakor, heard their prayers, but had also begun to respond.

This, in turn, naturally bolstered the migrants’ enthusiasm for prayer.

Just like what Gaven had said in his speech, they weren’t praying for the God of Travel and Exploration, but for themselves.

For others, for the nation, for the world, for the gods, etc., these are all insubstantial, never as sincere or effortful as praying for oneself, because this stems from the instinct of survival continuity.

"If one does not care for oneself, heaven and earth will perish," this was the principle spoken.

Upon hearing Gaven’s speech, the Crown Princess was one hundred percent sure that a great bridge lay ahead, waiting for them.

"Look, the bridge, the bridge, look, there’s really a bridge!" Yalusai exclaimed in surprise, pointing loudly towards the distance.