Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

[The captain avoided other people's eyes and ears and whispered carefully: Ever since the wind carrying curses and resentment swept the Red Island out of the boundary between yin and yang on the Widow's Sea; ever since the eternal warlock star next to the crescent moon has no longer been in the night sky where the waves are whispering. shining. At that time, Hongdao's belief was the God of Spiritual Tribulation. 】

This was not what Zhao Chuanxin expected.

But he also captured something else extraordinary.

[I couldn’t hear any praise or criticism from the captain’s words, rather than pure praise. 】

[The Elf Scout asked him: So, if the female monk wants to awaken the gods, will she awaken the God of Spiritual Tribulation? 】

[The captain shakes his head: Spiritual tribulation is divided into yin and yang, and the god of spiritual tribulation never abandons day and night. His influence on the residents of Red Island is the same as the morbid and twisted doting of the female monk on the female hunter. It is like the rhythm of life. No one can tell whether it is holy or evil when breathing.]

Okay, okay, Zhao Chuanxin thought to himself, you don’t speak human words, right?

But in general, it means that the God of Spiritual Tribulation has never fallen asleep and there is no need to wake him up.

[At this moment, the bloody disaster gem held high by the female hunter emitted a bloody light that was so dazzling that it even seemed a bit cunning. 】

[The female monk said: God has never rejected our prayers. His moist eyes are looking at the dim and melancholy islanders of Hongdao, and also at the hunters who go to sea and risk their lives, because we have never forgotten to sacrifice blood. By eating, we never cease to purify the bodies of the dead, and we bathe in the light of the gods. Let us bow our heads and pray, pray that the Sea of ​​Widows will no longer roar, pray for good health and good weather...]

[I found everyone kneeling down, clasping their hands, lowering their heads and muttering something. 】

[Even the captain knelt down, leaving only me, my brother and sister, the elf scouts, and the invisible and intangible souls, still standing in this bone-covered church, looking around blankly with my eyes wide open. 】

[At this time, the mourning spirit said in my ears: The gods mentioned by the female monk may not be as powerful as she described. That gem itself contains an energy, it just needs to be stimulated. When danger approaches, it is still doubtful whether it can enable the wearer to save the day. 】

Zhao Chuanxin remembered that he had said before that the blessed bloody disaster gem would evolve into an amulet.

He vaguely felt that there was some kind of close connection behind these things, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.

[When the service ended, residents began to walk out. 】

[The church is very big. The captain took me and hid behind several huge wooden barrels where grain was stored, hiding in the dark shadows. 】

[When the church was emptied, only the lonely figure of the female hunter was left, kneeling and worshiping under a wall of skulls, muttering to herself, and seeming to be telling the gods: Please bless the female monk to recover. To me, she is not Mother, more than mother. 】

[I was surprised that the snake-hearted huntress also had a tender side. 】

[The huntress keeps praying. 】

[Suddenly, the female monk came back again, walked softly behind the huntress, and slowly said: There is no need to pray hard, I am extremely ill, even the gods can't save me, and besides, I can feel the power of the God of Spiritual Tribulation. Divine power is getting weaker day by day. Do you know, before I became a monk, I once had a daughter. If she had not died, she would have been born as beautiful and powerful as you. 】

[The female monk touched the huntress's hair lovingly. 】

[The huntress has tears in her eyes. 】

[The female monk continued: If you choose to be a hunter, your life is doomed to be full of dangers. I have heard of your feud with the Dauntless Vanguard from Middle-earth.

The warriors who can win the title of Fearless Vanguard of the city-states of Middle-earth are very powerful. They are comparable to the best hunters on the Red Island.

I just want to make you stronger and protect you from these people and sea monsters before I die. And this, the God of Spiritual Tribulation cannot do, we need another kind of power. 】

[The huntress wiped her eyes and asked: Could it be that the answer stone you possess cannot do it? 】

[The female monk said: Silly child, the answer stone is not omnipotent, and it needs to swallow the soul to give the answer. How can I kill innocent people indiscriminately? The answer stone... is actually a key, the switch to the cursed box in the hands of the Desert Emperor. After I die, the Answer Stone will be imparted to you. I've spoiled you, remember not to kill innocent people indiscriminately or abuse the Answer Stone. 】

Zhao Chuanxin is very interested in the Answer Stone and the Curse Box.

But that's all they said until they clicked.

[Hunter asked: Whose power should we use? 】

[The female monk kept it secret: When night falls, come to the temple with me, and I will show it to you. 】

[We hid until night. 】

[The captain knew the layout of the church very well and took us into the temple. 】

[The back of the female monk in a cloak is mysterious under the flickering light. 】

[The female hunter stood aside quietly, the two of them seemed to be waiting for a certain time to come. 】

[I don’t know how long it took, the female monk said: I will summon the sleeping spirit of the deep sea, and I will pray to him to give you supreme power, my child. 】

[The huntress seemed surprised: What? Spirit of the Deep? Wasn't he killed by the God of Spiritual Tribulation two hundred years ago? 】

[I was keenly aware that the captain next to me shook twice. 】

[The female monk shook her head and said: All things are interdependent, and the same is true among gods. The God of Spiritual Tribulation is weak, but he happens to be able to restrain the spirit of the deep sea, so it is called Spiritual Tribulation, which means the calamity of the spirit of the deep sea. But the God of Spiritual Tribulation can only barely let the spirit of the deep sea sleep.

Once upon a time, the aborigines of Red Island were sea wolves. They believed in the spirit of the deep sea. It was we who sealed the spirit of the deep sea into sleep. We slaughtered and drove away the sea wolves and occupied the Red Island.

I didn’t tell you that it was precisely because we were invaders that the residents of Red Island avoided talking about history. 】

[When I heard this, I found that the captain's body was shaking violently. 】

[The huntress disagrees: Sea wolves are a dirty and evil race. They only look like humans before they transform. After they grow black hair, they become bloodthirsty and crazy, and they should be exterminated. 】

[The female monk is noncommittal: Let the past pass. I have a way to temporarily awaken the spirit of the deep sea. I need it to reside in your body, so you must not hesitate when I let you drink the mortal liquid. We use the short time to let the spirit of the deep sea give you strength. 】

[The captain stopped shaking and tugged on my clothes. He made gestures, telling me to wait for an opportunity later. 】

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes and immediately opened the Holy Light Channel.

Maybe "I" was stupid, but Zhao Chuanxin felt the deep malice hidden in the darkness.

He witnessed the Dry Bones Church with his own eyes and saw a group of female monks who were old but had a bumpy back.

At this time, the stunning female hunter, who had a sinister heart but a holy face, stood up straight.

The nun began to chant obscure incantations.

Not sure if it was the wind or something else, Zhao Chuanxin heard a whistling and howling sound that made people get goosebumps coming from all around.

Woohoo...

It was also accompanied by vague and indistinct miserable cries, echoing in the dark mountains and river valleys that did not exist.

It was the first time that Zhao Chuanxin experienced this kind of thing. His scalp was numb and he was extremely excited.