A dozen horses dragged the carriage running on the track. Following the rhythm, various people in the carriage were having complicated conversations.
"There is no way out for Setisis. He must become a god within ten years or even a few years!" Jonathan said with some excitement.
Marina was leaning in front of the window, but she seemed relatively calm: "That's right, using a mortal body to ignite the divine fire and transform it into a divine body will consume your soul every moment. If you can't become a level seven in a short time, A mythical existence, ascending to the throne of God or becoming a slave god is the only way to die!"
"The faith of hundreds of thousands of people can ignite the divine fire. So how much powerful power of faith does it need to gather to become a seventh-level myth?"
"Setsis has a huge Pusut dynasty, and there is support from the gods behind it. From a theoretical point of view, there is no problem, of course it is only in theory!"
The envoys from the Sheen City-State Alliance hurriedly got on the carriage on their way back. Just like the envoys from other countries who came to participate in this Day of the Dead, as well as the people from all over the place who came to visit the ceremony, they came with heavy hearts and left. , I felt even more uneasy.
Nowadays, this kind of public carriage using tracks has become popular in the Sheen city-state alliance, including the northern area of Tutan occupied by the Pusut Dynasty, and can often be seen even within the Pusut Dynasty.
Jonathan was sitting in the carriage, talking to Marina, the teacher opposite, about what he saw in Barber City this time. As he was talking, Jonathan suddenly looked at Marina and said.
"When will we alchemists be able to have a god of our own!"
Jonathan spoke very directly, but Marina laughed: "This is not an easy task. We are not protected by gods like Setisis. Whether it is gathering faith to ignite the divine fire or summoning the godhead later, Anyone who ascends to the throne of God will face many risks and fierce competition!"
"This is a war to compete for the qualifications to become gods. They will not give up this opportunity. Everyone who is qualified to enter this war will become our enemy and opponent!"
"I am considering!"
Jonathan was very confused: "Teacher, what else do we need to consider?"
Marina immediately said: "Is it necessary? Do alchemists need a god? What price will we pay? Is it worth paying such a high price? Jonathan, we are not getting stronger to become stronger, to become gods And become a god!”
"Believers believe in gods, and we alchemists also have our own beliefs!"
Jonathan opened his mouth wide. At this moment, he suddenly realized the difference between these older generation of alchemists and those who came after them.
After returning from the Barber City of the Pusut Dynasty, some alchemists who knew the inside story were discussing this matter, but most people only knew that on the Day of the Dead, miracles appeared in the Temple of the Sky, and they became ordinary people. As for the deeper meaning, only some top people who have access to the core can know the true meaning of this Day of the Dead.
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Kingdom of Sumeron, City of Nea—
The Sumeron Kingdom has been established for more than a hundred years. It inherited the Sumeron Plains, the core of the Cretan Empire, and their capital was the former imperial capital of the Cretan Empire.
Since the Church of Light, the mercenary king established the Kingdom of Akhenaten, and with the rise of the Kingdom of Sumeron, they originally simply occupied the Sumeron Plains, and sent troops to carve up the entire Zhongzhou together.
The Kingdom of Sumerun has also become a famous big country on the Alan Continent, with strong national power. The current king is Lanni I, a young man in his early twenties.
At this time, a messenger crow from afar crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and arrived in the city of Niah. However, it did not go to the kingdom's postal department. Instead, it entered the palace directly and was caught by a servant of the palace. I dropped the letter on my feet.
"The old monster is dead?"
"Really dead?"
After reading the letter, Lenny I jumped up excitedly and grabbed the neck of the attendant. He immediately saw that his typically handsome and fair face of an aristocrat had instantly turned into a monster skin like dried old tree bark. , the pupils also turned into monster pupils without pupils, full of strange lines.
He seemed to be questioning the waiter, but also seemed to be unable to hide the ecstasy in his heart. He was so excited that he yelled, as if he was venting after being suppressed to the extreme, and even strangled his accompanying waiter to death.
No one would have thought that the so-called king of the Sumeron Kingdom was actually a monster, and the entire royal family were all demon dependents with demon blood flowing. From top to bottom, the Sumeron Kingdom was a demon kingdom belonging to monsters.
"This old guy is finally dead!"
"Without him, I will be the controller of the True God Church, and I will be the supreme king of the Sumeron Kingdom!"
Lanny I had just fallen into ecstasy. At this time, the waiter who had just been strangled to death suddenly grabbed Lanny I's ankles and raised his head and looked at Lanni I.
The expression became extremely weird, and the skin changed little by little. Demonic fire was ignited in the pupils. The skin kept changing, mucus seeped out little by little, and a large number of tentacles continued to extend from under the skin.
The waiter suddenly looked at him with an expression that was extremely familiar to Lenny I, with a pair of pupils full of cruelty and greed.
"Lanny, are you so happy when I die?"
Lanny I was so frightened that he tripped over the throne and fell to the ground. He tried to run outside, but was chased by the waiter who turned into a monster. A large number of tentacles kept wrapping around and pulling him, completely covering him.
"How is that possible? Why aren't you dead yet?"
"You should be dead, you should be dead, the master hasn't responded to us, why haven't you died yet!"
"Let me go, let me go!"
Lanni I kept roaring and struggling in fear, but still couldn't break free. It seemed that the monster's power naturally restrained all his demonic powers. The monster devoured Lanny bit by bit, and his flesh and blood was continuously integrated into it. The monster continued to expand and squirm, and the scene was so horrifying that it made people sick.
"As my descendant, it is your honor to merge with me!"
After the monster swallowed Lanny, his appearance kept changing, and finally it was fixed. It turned out to be an old man with terrible burn scars on his face, exactly in Heckforth!
However, Heckforth's aura was extremely weak, not even to the level of a first-level wizard. However, after devouring Lanny, Heckforth seemed to be gradually regaining some strength.
The royal family of Sumerun are all the descendants and bloodline of Heckforth. However, Heckforth left these bloodlines with no good intentions. The powerful immortality and essential characteristics of the devil were even studied by Heckforth. It is thorough, but it still has big drawbacks. It cannot truly be reborn like a mythical creature. To be precise, it is more similar to splitting a part of the soul, sealing part of the memory, and then activating it after death.
This kind of method, which can be called a lunatic, was used by Heckfus on himself, and it could only save the memory of the time of his split. The subsequent memories could not be saved at all, and the split of the soul was simply a matter of time. It was an extremely dangerous act of seeking death, and only Heckforth had ever attempted it.
"Did I die once?"
"How did you die?"