This old man was the Great Elder of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest, who lived in seclusion all year round. Two thousand years ago, he had broken through the limit of the legendary realm and achieved the immortal demigod body. For so many years, he had been living in seclusion in a small world called the Half Bitwall by sorcerers, concentrating on practicing, hoping to become a god as soon as possible. But as time passed, two thousand years had passed. He felt that although he had made some progress, he was still far away from becoming a god, and he could not even see any hope.
In this situation, he gradually began to be discouraged, and in the last hundred years, he was basically in a kind of idle depression. In recent years, because the Church of the Goddess of Harvest suffered a heavy blow in the Main Plane, the Goddess of Harvest decided to promote a follower god, so she found him and asked if he was willing.
Generally speaking, demigods were not willing to become a follower god through this kind of direct promotion. Because in this way, their own path would be modified, and all their previous efforts would be in vain. Also, there was a huge risk when becoming a god. It was very likely that because of the different paths, there would be a deviation in understanding and grasp, and finally it would lead to failure and death.
Although there was also the risk of dying because of lack of understanding and grasp, in practice, the success rate of becoming a god through one's own efforts was much higher than promoting one to become a god. And after being promoted to become a god, generally, one would not be able to advance further. Unless one was extremely lucky and talented, he could once again improve his original path and achieve the second apotheosis. Otherwise, he could only stay at the level of weak divine power for the rest of his life, and it was impossible for him to make any progress.
Since ancient times, the number of gods who could achieve the second apotheosis was almost negligible. In other words, this path was actually equal to a dead end.
But for this Great Elder, he had given up the idea of becoming a god by his own strength, so even if he could not make any progress in the future, it was not a big deal. He could not even become a god, and whether he could make progress after becoming a god or not, what did it have to do with him?
But after all, he was still afraid of death, so now he inevitably felt a little uneasy, a little nervous, and a little nervous.
It was too dangerous to become a god through this path!
But he still wanted to become a god. No matter how dangerous it was, if he did not try, he would not be able to die in peace. Besides, he had to respect the orders of the Goddess. The reason why he was able to achieve what he was today was because of the Goddess' protection and help. Now that the Goddess was in trouble, she needed a Follower God to help her. Since the Goddess had come to him, he actually had no other choice.
The Goddess of Harvest had helped him in many ways over the years, which was equivalent to a small amount of savings. Now, if he wanted to become a follower god, he would have to withdraw all the money in one lump sum. It was fair and reasonable, very fair and reasonable.
Without the protection and help of the Goddess of Harvest, he would have died a long time ago. Even if he was lucky enough to survive, it would be impossible for him to become a Demigod. This was just like on Earth. If a person relied on hugging someone's thigh to make a name for himself, then when his boss needed him to risk his life, he would not have the right to refuse.
At this moment, as he stood on the Sacred Emblem and watched the impending danger, he could not help but recall his life's experiences.
"I remember when I was young, I was an ordinary ranger. Although I believed in His Majesty, I wasn't very devout. Then I came across a great opportunity, and learned a great secret, which, if handled properly, could lead to a great fortune, but which I could not obtain on my own. At that time, I chose to tell the secret to His Majesty's church and benefit from the power of the church. Since then, I have become the backbone of the church, and step by step, I have come to where I am today … "
"If … I did not choose to rely on the power of His Majesty's church to defeat the enemy, but chose to retreat, endure, wait for the next opportunity, and move forward in this way, what would have happened?"
"… Probably still like this. After all, I am a man full of ambition, and it is impossible for me to retreat and wait for my whole life. And if I want to move forward, if I want to fight for opportunities, I can mostly rely on His Majesty's church. In the end, it will be nothing more than a circle, and the result will not be much different from now. "
"The trajectory of my life is probably already determined."
Thinking of this, he could not help but sigh deeply, and a depressed thought rose in his heart again.
At this time, another thought could not help but emerge in his mind.
"This time … can I succeed?"
"I should be able to. In the past, I have encountered danger more than once, and I have experienced more dangerous things than this, and I have succeeded."
"But … I had His Majesty's protection at that time, can His Majesty still protect me now?"
"He should still be able to. It's just the apotheosis. The problem His Majesty has encountered is much more difficult than this. Even if a rich businessman has some temporary cash flow difficulties, it is easy for him to support a farmer to make a fortune. "
"Yes, it is indeed like this, right? Haha! "
"The goddess who never shows up, and only spins and manipulates the threads of fate in the dark. The fate you have set for me should not end here, right?"
"As an actor on the stage, I think I am quite dedicated, and my performance is not bad. You will let me continue to perform, right? "
He thought silently, and his heart could not calm down.
Time passed little by little. After the day came the night, and the night also passed slowly. Soon, a new day was coming.
At midnight, the Church of the Goddess of Harvest gathered all the residents of the city and prayed together according to the rehearsal.
It was not easy to promote a follower god, especially for those who had not reached the end of their own path, and their own foundation was far from enough.
If they wanted to promote people like Wall or Arcaian, who already had enough foundation, it would be a piece of cake. All the gods needed to do was to give them a push at the critical moment, and the possibility of failure was very small. But this method was not really promoting a follower god. In the real sense, promoting a follower god referred to what the Great Elder of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest had done. He was obviously not good enough to become a god, but he insisted on promoting him.
Although there was no such story as "pulling a seedling to help it grow" in this world, there were similar stories. What was the result of pulling a seedling to help it grow? Everyone knew.
Therefore, the Church of the Goddess of Harvest prepared as much as possible. The church spent a lot of money to transform the whole Rem City, and there were sacred emblems and holy statues everywhere. The Goddess herself made all the sacred emblems and holy statues have enough divine power. Together with a large number of devout believers from all over the world, they even used their magic power to brainwash all the residents of Rem City into believers of the Goddess of Harvest.
At least for the time being, this city was the Goddess' holy land, and it was the Holy Kingdom on earth!
In the Pantheon temple, many gods were paying attention to the situation in Rem City. At least twenty gods sent their clones down to observe. Even Sui Xiong was summoned by Javier, and he sent out a clone to observe from afar.
"Do you think they can succeed?" Sui Xiong asked curiously, looking at Rem City that was gradually glowing with holy light in the dark.
Javier shrugged, and his handsome face made him look especially handsome. "How would I know? I'm never sure about this kind of thing. Since I became a god, I've seen many attempts to promote follower gods. Generally speaking, most of them failed, and few of them succeeded. In other words, failure is normal, and success … Well, I can't say it's abnormal, but it's definitely not as normal as failure. "
"Morittle (the Goddess of Harvest) will definitely be very unhappy to hear that," Manissy, the Goddess of Wealth, said with a smile, but her words were full of schadenfreude.
The reason why the Goddess of Harvest was under so much pressure to promote a follower god was because of Manissy.
"You're really narrow-minded," Morani laughed. Morani laughed heartily. "However, considering that Morittle has been plotting against my little earthworm, I'm inclined to let him be unlucky."
"Anyway, it won't hurt," Silent Warrior Ink said in a low voice, and then picked up the wine gourd again.
He seemed to be drinking all day long, as if he was soaking in a wine jar.
Yorgaardman, the God of Justice, didn't speak, and carefully observed the situation in Rem City. He focused his attention on the old man, who was fully equipped with the best equipment, standing at the highest point of the temple, and absorbing the power of faith from the holy emblem. He didn't even blink.
Seeing that he was so absorbed, Sui Xiong couldn't help but take a closer look. But he really couldn't see anything. He only felt that the old man was quite strong, and maybe there was a chance.
But just as he was secretly pondering, Yorgaardman sighed deeply.
"What's wrong?" Sui Xiong asked curiously.
"This man's spirit has dissipated, and he lacks fighting spirit and determination. He won't be able to take that crucial step," Yorgaardman said in a low voice. Yorgaardman said in a low voice, "It's another matter for those like Wall who achieved apotheosized naturally. Generally speaking, whether it's apotheosized by one's own effort or if one is promoted to apotheosized, there are generally two obstacles. The first difficulty is to test one's understanding and mastery of the path to be taken. The second difficulty is to test whether one can firmly believe that their understanding and mastery are correct. The first half is not a problem with Morittle's help. But the second half … It's easier said than done for a person who has taken another path to change his own path, and to be firm! Since ancient times, most of the failures in promoting followers of gods have failed at this stage. It seems that there will be another example today. "
Sui Xiong thought about it and asked in confusion, "Isn't that path chosen by the Goddess of Harvest? Doesn't he believe in the god he believes in?"
"Believe … That's easy to say, but difficult to do!" Yorgaardman shook his head. "If he was asked to die for Morittle, he might not hesitate. But if he is asked to completely deny his own path and what he has been pursuing for a long time for Morittle, can he really be firm in his heart without any hesitation or concern? "
Sui Xiong thought about it carefully and shook his head.
"Yes, so promoting followers of gods is difficult! Difficult! Difficult! "
"But why are there so many successful people?" Javier asked curiously.
"People who succeed always have their own reasons," Yorgaardman said with a smile. "But people who fail are all the same."
"That's good!" Sui Xiong made a thumbs-up gesture with his tentacles. "Big brother, you are actually quite philosophical. Why don't you consider changing your image? For example, get a shiny silver armor, comb your hair neatly, and look a little more serious. In this way, there will be a lot more people who believe in you. "
Yorgaardman laughed again. He shook his head, and his eyes became distant. "For me, justice is standing on the side of the oppressed and harmed, and fighting against those who oppress and harm them. Most of those who need my help are in a very embarrassing situation. Why should I dress myself neatly and look like a guy who oppresses and harms them? "
"You still need to look good. You look like a beggar on the street. It's hard to get people to believe in you."
"Haha! I never expect people to believe in me. On the contrary, I would rather people never have to believe in me or pray to me! " Yorgaardman laughed. "If one day I fall because of lack of faith, I will definitely say goodbye to you with a smile. That will be the best, the most perfect, and the most desired ending for me."
While they were talking, the sky in the east turned slightly white. Dawn had arrived.
This also meant that the critical moment of the promotion ceremony had arrived!
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