Chapter 621 promise

Chanem has been starving for five days on top of an unnamed iceberg. (Pinyin of biqiwu) () He used a killing dagger to dig a snow hole and sheltered from the wind, snow and cold in it. He is not a saint now, so his body needs food, water, and warmth—all three of which he cannot do. The only thing that could keep him alive was the Killing Knife—a shadow weapon condensed with the power of the Murder Holy One. He kept killing the process that could kill himself—a short phrase that roughly meant that there was no process of death, so there would be no death—reluctantly keeping himself on the verge of dying.

Siegel felt extremely guilty when he saw him. Chanem didn’t have the strength to speak, and the eyeballs that were about to fall out of their sockets stared straight at the magic god, and there was no trace of anger in it.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to suffer this crime. I still have a clear mind, but I just can’t control my temper.” Siegel hurriedly used divine power to dispel the cold and repair his body, and then took out food and light wine and handed it over. “I don’t dare to give you too much food. If you choked to death, you won’t be able to tell. You should restore your physical strength and state first, and let’s talk about when you can accept the priesthood and divine power.”

Chanem spit out the elf biscuit in his mouth, and forced out a sentence in a hoarse voice: “Just now…”

“Okay. You eat first, and I don’t mean to do it right away.” Siegel communicated with the kingdom of God, gathered all the clones, and began to assign work. Some clones have to think completely about future prophecies, others have absolutely no thoughts about it. In this way, the power related to the prophecy will be concentrated on a small number of clones, and the fire will be transferred.

Continue to reduce the number of clones making prophecies until the prophecy cannot be completed. At this time, the amount of divine fire gathered on them has about two forks. Siegel breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth hard, and used the method that Chanem gave him to cut out this part of the divine fire.

It’s like cutting off an arm, or tearing off a leg. Obviously there will be no wounds in the body, but I always feel that a large part is missing. Looking at the fire that was pulled out by himself, Siegel resisted the ** that swallowed it again. Even if he didn’t swallow it, the two-forked fire was trying to get into Siegel’s arms, like a child dependent on a mother(?).

“Damn it, take it away before I change my mind!”

It was difficult for Chanem to lift his hand, let alone take something from someone else’s. Siegel finally reached out and handed it over, already sweating profusely. “Do you know the downside of being the God of Knowledge? Now my mind is full of all kinds of knowledge, how to get rid of you without leaving trouble, how to use the loopholes in the original contract to terminate its performance, and how to cheat You’ve broken your promise. So you’d better absorb it quickly, then tell me where you’re going, and I’ll take you there.”

Chanem looked at the divine fire in his hand, “This is only two forks, can’t you give me a little more? Three and I will be able to form the realm of the kingdom of God. The conditions that Liel the Dragon Man promised are higher than what you gave me.”

“Do you really want to compare Lier’s chances of fulfilling the contract and the results he has already obtained?” Siegel snorted: “The priesthood has been given to you, and so is the divine fire. There was no agreement on how many divine fires there would be. I think your purpose at the time was to hold me to death, no matter how much you absorbed, after you get used to it, the rest will be at your fingertips, don’t you think?”

Chanem wouldn’t be stupid enough to answer that question. He inserted the killing dagger into his stomach first – Siegel was taken aback – let the divine power of the God of Murder enter first, and then opened his mouth to devour the divine fire of the God of Prophecy, using this power to repair own wounds. No matter what the priesthood, the commonality of the gods is that they are indestructible and recoverable. Using the wound to absorb and adapt to Shenhuo is basically the fastest way.

Siegel raised his hand several times, and the power to destroy lightning was in his palm. In principle, he has fulfilled his promise, and what happened next is completely new. He can slap Chanem to death and get the power of the God of Prophecy back. As for the issue of the Styx Oath, he could give Isaac the dice and avoid it. Even he could hand over the priesthood of prophecy to Janet, wouldn’t it be better than giving it to Chanem?

There are always ways to save worry and effort, but how can you become strong without being sharpened. In the end, Siegel had only one thought left, which was to overcome the influence of divine fire on him, and to hand over the priesthood of prophecy no matter what. Giving the priesthood to Chanem was something he promised when he was a mortal. If he could not fulfill his promise as a mortal after becoming a god, then the will of Shenhuo would win.

In addition to Chanem, Siegel has many mortal commitments, to his wife, to his family, to Heimland, to the many people close to him. Although these promises cannot last forever because they become immortal after becoming a god, Siegel also promises to fulfill these promises within the mortal life cycle he should have. This is the legacy left to him in the mortal period, and it is his persistence.

Chanem squinted at Siegel while trying to fuse the divine fire. Of course he saw Destruction Lightning, and the horrible taste of that thing came back to him. He can only bet now that the current magic **** can still stick to his original heart in the end, just like Siegel in the magic academy. He knew very well in his heart that if it were him, he would definitely not be able to give up the fire and the priesthood, but he also couldn’t confess himself and unite everyone in a place like the Magic Academy. All he hopes is that Siegel’s heart is still big enough to carry the primal greed of God Fire.

Time passed by, and Siegel simply left the snow cave, out of sight and out of mind. But as a god, he couldn’t do it if he didn’t know what was happening a few meters behind him. To be precise, everything that happened within 13 miles around him entered his mind in detail, and he couldn’t even close his eyes.

After four full hours, Chanem, or Chanem, the God of Prophecy, came out of the snow cave, and the first thing he did was repair his body with divine power. “It feels good to be alive again.” He patted Can Xue on his body, with a rare relaxed smile on his face: “Siegel, you are a person who keeps your promises.”

“It’s a **** who keeps his promises.” Siegel shook his head: “Anyway, I’m also a medium power (11 to 15 forks) now, and you are only weak. Even when I speak, I And the urge to strangle you keeps pouring out.”

“It’s okay, I’m going to be rejected soon, so you can clean it up. I’m really curious about how you didn’t get rejected. Could it have something to do with those 10,000 clones?” Chanem said. At the time, he began to feel the oppression of the crystal wall against him. Only the power below the saint was allowed to enter the crystal wall, so he began to feel uncomfortable again. “Probably never see you again, won’t you leave me a parting gift?”

“Go to another world to grab it yourself, don’t come to me!” Siegel has no good temper.

“You’re the **** of magic, so give me a handicraft or something. A sturdy staff with a crystal ball inlaid is fine, and it would be perfect if it were made in the form of a dagger.”

Siegel flipped his wrist and grabbed it forcefully from the void, and a dragon claw holding a magic bead-style staff lay in his palm. “Let’s go, let’s go, I wish you all the best.”

“I wish you the best of luck.” Chanem didn’t pick up the staff, but a little on the crystal ball. “I must leave a part of the ability of prophecy spells to leave, otherwise the crystal wall will still tear me to pieces. Prophecy is an integral part of this world, it can be weak, it can be less, but it can’t be without. You remember my words, no Maybe not.”

After speaking, he was wrapped in a shadow and disappeared from Siegel’s sight.

Finally left, Siegel’s mood slowly returned to calm. In fact, he still has a sense of loss and a trace of regret, but these should gradually disappear over time. Losing part of the divine fire and giving up a priesthood, the progress of the clones integrating the remaining divine power will be greatly accelerated, and it is estimated that it will be completed in less than three years.

Chanem was right, Siegel’s ability to use divine power within the crystal wall was caused by these clones. It’s like the prayers of a large number of high-ranking priests can bring about the presence of stronger than saints. Each clone is a perfect saint, and they have exactly the same will, thinking in one place and acting in one place. , there is no difference in body structure from the main body, so it can transmit divine power. As long as this transport ends before the crystal wall reacts, there will be no counterattack.

Different abilities require different divine power, which is related to how much a certain ability changes reality and rules. Siegel doesn’t have to change the reality all the time, and most things can be solved by relying on the power of saints and magicians. However, he said to the elf saint that he could use the domain of the kingdom of God in the crystal wall, and he couldn’t do it for the time being until the integration of the divine fire, and he would not try to do so easily. The kingdom of God is continuous, and the crystal wall will have enough time to react~www.readmtl.com~ Even if no one can do anything about the two rules, it will still cause a loss of power, right?

The loss of the prophetic priesthood is a loss, but it also enriches Siegel’s life. The feeling of always knowing ahead of time what the other person is going to say and do is hard to adjust to. In particular, Siegel’s idea that the gods keep their sanity indelible requires constant contact with mortal life and enthusiasm. Prophecy of the priesthood hurts precisely that passion. A trade-off must be made between gains and losses. Siegel is not only trying to fulfill his promise, but also thinking about interests.

Priesthood is difficult to restore, but divine fire is not necessarily. It takes strength to change the world, so Siegel decided to change the low-key existence of the Magic God in the past and take the initiative to participate in the affairs of the Thunderwall Continent. In fact, he didn’t want to participate. After all, Siegel would continue to live for a long time as the marquis lord of the Heim Territory and the military division of the Federation. Word of his becoming a magic **** will soon spread, and he has a plan to use magic spar to transform the daily life of the public.

But those are still a long way off, and there are still promises to be fulfilled. Siegel closed his eyes, teleported continuously, and once again came to the place where the person who stopped the destruction storm lived.

Dice Cup Prison. (To be continued.)

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