An honorific name was a respectful title given by followers to the great existence.
And the name of a god was the original name of the great existence. It had the most power and was the easiest to get a response!
The ancient rulers that Fang Xian had come into contact with were the Goddess of Fertility, the existence above the Wild Hunter Throne, and the King of Dusk.
However, these were all honorific names, not god names!
At this moment, he heard this strange pronunciation, but he was sure that it was the name of a god of the ancient ruler.
The more he thought about it, the clearer the name became.
Whoosh whoosh!
The wind whimpered, as if it was afraid of this name.
It was …
…
"I have experienced rebirth and death, but I cannot reach the other side …
Death chases after the shadow, and no youth does not die in decay …
But this poem will live on and grant you immortality … "
Smith recited the immortal poem loudly.
As the most important part of the adventure, this poem undoubtedly had 'power'.
After reciting it every day, at least he felt that his spirit was highly focused and became sharp. He could notice the subtle expressions on the faces of the people around him.
This made him know that many of his classmates felt that he had become 'strange', and even his friends had begun to alienate him.
But there was nothing.
After receiving the prophecy of the apocalypse, if not for his parents' pressure, he would have dropped out of school.
After the daily recitation, Smith prayed to the God of Loss again, "God of Loss … You are the source of warlocks, the master of samsara … You are the ruler of calamity power, the immortal existence, the king of endless time and space! … Your believers pray for your awakening, pray for your response, pray for your favor! "
The prayer was not answered at all, causing Smith to sigh.
The God of Loss had lost his real name, so he fell into a deep sleep.
Therefore, as the believers of the God of Loss, the members of the Apocalypse Order, had to try all kinds of methods to awaken him!
During this period of time, Smith had been doing the same thing, but unfortunately, it had no effect.
"But it doesn't matter. One day, I will awaken my lord."
After Smith finished his prayer, he went out, went to school, went home, and rested like a normal person …
Therefore, his parents felt that he had only become a little more antisocial, and had no other thoughts for the time being.
That night, Smith fell into a deep sleep.
Whoosh whoosh!
In his dream, he heard the call of the wind and the sound of the waves hitting the reef.
A vague and indistinct call came through amidst all the other voices.
It was a very awkward pronunciation. At first, it was a little vague, but as the strange sound of the waves grew louder, Smith gradually heard it clearly.
Nikolaya!
Although there might be some mistakes, Smith believed that the pronunciation he heard should be close to or similar to this!
After having this thought, he suddenly felt that his' Immortal Poem 'was surging with darkness. An ice-cold chill spread all over his body!
Smith immediately 'woke up'.
If the previous state was said to be like a nightmare, unable to move his body.
At that moment, he woke up and regained his ability to move.
Hua la la …
The sound of waves came from all around, and there was a salty smell in the air.
Smith discovered to his surprise that he had arrived on an island at some point in time.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, as if a storm would come at any moment.
The pitch-black seawater surged forward and slammed against the reef.
"If I were you, I wouldn't make a fuss …" A sweet voice came from the side.
Smith looked over and was surprised to find that there were some people around.
The one closest to him was a tall girl with long blonde hair. Her eyes were like blue gems, and she was looking at him. "Do you also believe in the Lost God?"
"Y-yes." Smith nodded subconsciously.
The girl suddenly burst into a smile that made the young man slightly dazed. "Then we're companions. You can call me Vivian, a scholar who pursues supernatural powers. I've explored many supernatural relics, but found that most of them were fake, until I came into contact with that pottery shard …"
"Hello, my name is Smith. Why are we here? Is it because of the call of our god?" Smith asked curiously.
"No, I'm afraid there's another reason. Did you hear that voice?" A tall and thin man next to him had a gloomy expression. "That name!"
"Nikolaya?"
Smith asked subconsciously.
As soon as he said that, the storm in the sky instantly descended, and the storm swept over!
"You idiot, you don't have any common sense in mysticism. Don't say it out loud!"
The tall and thin man shouted angrily. "The owner of this name might be an enemy of the Lost God … Now, the danger has been completely detonated!"
Hua la la.
The sea surface was split apart.
Humanoid creatures walked out from the sea one after another.
Their bodies were covered in scales, some even had kelp hanging on their bodies, and some of their bodies had turned into fish and shrimp.
"Nikolaya!"
Their voices were hoarse, as if they hadn't spoken for a long time, but they chanted that name and charged towards the believers of the Lost God!
"Ah!"
Screams of pain could be heard.
A believer who was too close to the coastline was directly drowned by the scaled-men army.
They captured him, cut off his limbs, and forced him to call out that great existence's name, quickly torturing him to the point where he was on the verge of death.
That wasn't an ordinary torture method. It definitely contained a mental attack and corruption!
"What the hell is going on here?"
Smith's legs went soft as he roared angrily.
"I don't know … but I don't want to become like that. Use the incantation!"
The tall and thin man shouted and chanted the incantation first.
The mental pressure of the immortal poem was released, and like a tidal wave, it crashed into the scaled-men army.
The dozens of monsters at the very front immediately fell to the ground, struggling in pain.
But even more scaled-men stepped on their companions' bodies and continued to attack without hesitation.
Smith was still chanting the incantation when he saw the girl called Vivian take out a small knife and stab herself in the arm.
At the same time, the image of a large black bird appeared, spread its wings, and pounced towards the enemy.
Everywhere it passed, there seemed to be invisible blades slicing through those disgusting scales, the huge pincers of the prawns and crabs, as well as their hideous heads.
"They're all so powerful, are they … the true believers of the Lord?"
Smith also cast the incantation, but its power was limited and could only defeat a few monsters.
"Retreat … there are too many monsters."
The believers fought as they retreated, and finally arrived at the center of the island, where they were surrounded by monsters from all directions.
There were simply too many monsters, and they seemed to be endless.
"Are we going to die? What the hell is going on? "
Smith asked reluctantly.
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