Chapter 1675： assimilate into (1/2)
More than three hundred kilometers away from the City of Holy Light, there is a towering mountain where a huge temple, the Temple of Light, is built.
Inside the temple is enshrined a statue of the **** of light with a height of more than ten feet. The entire statue is entirely carved from a single piece of Baiyao stone.
A middle-aged man wearing a white robe stood quietly under this statue. Compared with the statue, this man looked like an ant.
The man lowered his head, his face completely hidden by the hood. Behind him, stood seven or eight old men in crimson robes. These old men stood respectfully behind the middle-aged man, and there was silence around him.
After a long time, the middle-aged man slowly raised his head and took off his hood, revealing a resolute face.
”Holy, the Pope is already preparing for a huge sacrificial event. By then, there will be more than 100,000 believers in the light. The power of faith provided will surely enable the holy to break through the pinnacle of legend in one fell swoop. Step into the divine realm!” A red archbishop lowered his head and said seriously.
The middle-aged man showed a smile on his face, and said with a relaxed look: ”Such a strong power of faith, if I am only a weak divine power, or a medium divine power, maybe I can directly reach the peak of a demigod...”
Walking forward gently, the middle-aged man came to the feet of the statue and stretched out his hand to touch it gently.
Bai Yaoshi is extremely smooth, glowing with a jade-like hydrating luster, gently touched, there is a slight elasticity, just like the skin of a real person.
This behavior of the middle-aged man is grossly disrespectful in the Shining God Sect. If it is discovered, he will definitely be accused of ”blasphemy” and then sent to the fire.
However, the several red bishops did not react at all to the middle-aged man's actions, as if it were justified.
”These powers of faith, I am afraid that even the pinnacle of the legendary realm can't be broken...” The middle-aged man let out a long sigh, and said softly: ”I must break through as soon as possible, reach the **** level, and then be the first to enter the **** realm!”
”The disaster happened too suddenly, and there was no preparation at all. Many of the artifacts of the true gods were left in the gods...” After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man said to himself: ”Including the lightning scepter of King Saya , If I can be the first to enter the God Realm, I will be able to obtain that scepter. At that time, I will be able to comprehend the law of chaos and lightning of God King Saya. Once I can master the law of chaos and lightning, I will have no less than The strength of the king...”
As a master god-level powerhouse, the **** of light has been coveting the power of the **** king. The opening of this plot is a disaster for other gods, but for the **** of light, it is a disaster. Great opportunity.
The entire game world can be said to be the home of the God of Light. Almost half of the cities in the game world have churches of the God of Light. The number of believers in the God of Light has already exceeded one million. It can be said that the God of Light owns The most believers, the power of faith gained every day, is also the most present among all gods.
”Holy One, please give us a little more time. The Pope will definitely hold a grander ceremonial ceremony again and gather more believers...” A cardinal archbishop seemed a little impatient and hurriedly explained.
The middle-aged man raised his hand slightly, and the red archbishop seemed to be pinched in his throat, and he could no longer make a sound.
”Faith is poisonous!” The middle-aged man suddenly let out an inexplicable emotion, with a feeling of love and hate in his tone.
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In the City of Hope, Song Jian has been in the City Lord’s Mansion for more than half a month and has not shown up. However, Wang Qi and others have become accustomed to this situation, and all the affairs of the City of Hope are proceeding in an orderly manner.
In the quiet room, Song Jian buckled his back, his breathing seemed a bit heavy, his fingers kept drawing in the void, it could be seen that he was already very tired, even his fingers began to tremble slightly.
”Huh, huh~”
Song Jian closed his eyes, put his hands down, and gasped for a moment, seeming to be thinking about something. After a while, he opened his eyes again and continued to draw patterns in the void with his fingers.
At this time, Song Jian's mental power had fallen to a trough, and even the medicine that restores mental power would not dare to continue using it, so as not to trigger the backlash of the medicine and enter the cooling down period, it would not be worth the loss.