More than a dozen horses dragged the carriages along the track. Following the rhythm, the people in the carriages were also conversing with each other with complicated emotions.
"Cetisius has no way out! He has to become a god within a few years!" Jonathan said excitedly.
Marina leaned against the window, looking relatively calm. "That's right. Igniting the divine fire with a mortal body and transforming it into a divine body, the soul is constantly being consumed. If you can't become a Level Seven Mythical Existence in a short time and ascend to the position of god or become a follower god, you must have a steady stream of faith power to support you. Once it is cut off, you will die.
Hundreds of thousands of people's faith are needed to ignite the godfire, so how much faith must be gathered to become a level seven mythical being? "
"Cetisius has the huge Pusuote Dynasty, and he has the support of a god. Theoretically, there should be no problem, but of course, that is only in theory!"
The delegation from the Sean City-State Alliance hurriedly got on the carriage on the way back. Just like the delegation from other countries who had come to participate in the Day of the Dead, as well as the people who had come from all over the world to watch the ceremony, they had come with a heavy heart, and they were even more anxious when they left.
Nowadays, public carriages that used the track were very common in the Sean City-State Alliance, including the northern region of Tuten, which was occupied by the Pusuote Dynasty. Even the interior of the Pusuote Dynasty could be seen.
Jonathan was sitting in the carriage, talking to his teacher, Marina, about what they had seen in the City of Baber. As they were talking, Jonathan suddenly looked at Marina and said, "What do you think?
Suddenly, Jonathan looked at Marina and asked, "When can we alchemists have our own god?"
Johnathan spoke very directly, but Marina laughed, "This is not an easy thing to do. We are not like Cetisius, who has the protection of the gods. Whether it is gathering faith to ignite the divine fire, or summoning the divine personality to descend and ascend to the position of gods, we will definitely face heavy risks and fierce competition!"
This is a war for the qualification to become a god, and they will not give up this opportunity. Everyone who is qualified to step into this war will become our enemy and opponent! "
"I am thinking about it!"
Jonathan was very confused. "Teacher, what else do you need to think about?"
Marina immediately said, "Is it necessary? Do alchemists need a God? What kind of price do we have to pay? Is it worth the price we have to pay? Jonathan, we are not becoming stronger for the sake of becoming stronger, we are becoming gods for the sake of becoming gods! "
"Believers believe in God, and we, alchemists, also have our own beliefs!"
Jonathan opened his mouth wide. At this moment, he suddenly realized the difference between the older generation of alchemists and the latecomers.
After returning from the City of Baber in the Pusuote Dynasty, some alchemy warlocks who knew the inside story were all talking about it. Most people only knew that there would be a miracle in the Heavenly Temple during the Festival of Death, which became the topic of conversation for ordinary people. As for the deeper meaning of the Festival of Death, only some top alchemy warlocks, who were in contact with the core, knew the true meaning of the Festival of Death.
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Sumerian Kingdom, Niyah.
The Sumerian Kingdom had been founded for more than a hundred years. It had inherited the Sumerian Plain, which was the core of the Crete Empire. Their capital was the former capital of the Crete Empire.
Ever since the Kingdom of the Church of Light, the King of Mercenaries had established the Ahenaten Kingdom, and the rise of the Sumerian Kingdom, the Sumerian Kingdom had divided the entire central province.
The Sumerian Kingdom had also become a famous and powerful country on the Alen Continent. The current king was Lanny I, a young man in his early twenties.
At this time, a messenger crow from afar arrived in the city of Niyah. However, it did not go to the kingdom's post office. Instead, it went directly to the palace, where it was caught by one of the palace attendants.
"The old monster is dead?"
"Is he really dead?"
After reading the letter, Lanny I was so excited that he jumped up and grabbed the attendant's neck. Immediately, the Lanny I saw that the Lanny's face, which had originally been white and handsome, had suddenly turned into a monster's skin that looked like dry old tree bark. His pupils had also become pupil-less, and they were full of strange lines.
He seemed to be questioning the attendant, but he also seemed to be unable to conceal the ecstasy in his heart. He was so excited that he roared loudly, as if he was venting after being suppressed to the extreme. He actually strangled his attendant to death.
No one would have thought that the so-called king of the Sumerian Kingdom turned out to be a monster, and that the entire royal family was made up of the devil's blood. From the top to the bottom, the Sumerian Kingdom was a kingdom of monsters!
"The old thing is finally dead!
Without him, I am the master of the Church of True God! I am the supreme king of the Sumerian Kingdom! "
Lanny I was in ecstasy. At this time, the attendant who had just been strangled suddenly grabbed Lanny I's ankle, raised his head, and looked at Lanny I.
His expression became extremely strange, and his skin began to change little by little. His pupils were burning with the Devil's Fire, and his skin continued to ooze out like mucus. A large number of tentacles continued to extend from under his skin.
The attendant suddenly looked at him with an expression that Lanny I was very familiar with. His pupils were full of cruelty and greed.
"Lanny, are you so happy that I am dead?"
Lanny I was so scared that he tripped over the throne and wanted to run outside. However, the attendant who had turned into a monster caught up with him, and a large number of tentacles continued to entangle and pull him completely.
"How is this possible? Why are you still alive?
"You should be dead! You should be dead! Master didn't even respond to us! Why aren't you dead?
"Let me go! Let me go!"
Lanny I screamed and struggled in fear, but he still could not break free. It seemed that the monster's power naturally restrained all his demonic power. The monster swallowed Lanny little by little, and his flesh and blood were constantly integrated into it. The monster continued to swell and wriggle. The scene was so horrible that it made people want to vomit.
"As my descendant, it is your honor to be one with me!"
After the monster swallowed Lanny, its appearance continued to change. Finally, it stabilized into an old man with terrible burn scars on his face. It was Heckfoss!
However, Heckfoss's aura was extremely weak, not even at the level of a level-one wizard. After swallowing Lanny, Heckfoss seemed to gradually recover some of his strength.
The Sumerian royal family was the descendant and bloodline of Heckfoss. However, Heckfoss did not leave these bloodlines with good intentions. The powerful immortality and intrinsic characteristics of demons had been thoroughly studied by Heckfoss, but there were still great drawbacks. They could not really be reborn like mythical creatures. To be precise, it was more like splitting a part of the soul, sealing part of the memory, and then activating it after death.
This could be called a madman's method, but it was used by Heckfoss himself. Moreover, it could only preserve the memory of the time when his soul was split. After that, he could not preserve the memory at all. Moreover, the splitting of the soul was an extremely dangerous move. Only Heckfoss had tried it.
"Did I die once?"
"How did I die?"
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