Banner of the Evil God

The city of Gars was decorated with lights and was bustling. The streets were clean as if washed. The houses on both sides were also clean and new. Even the soldiers patrolling the streets were wearing bright red robes over their armor, which looked very festive.

From the sky, you can see that the city is full of bright red. Red flowers, red ribbons, red carpets, and red clothes.

"I knew you liked red before, but I didn't expect you to like it so much." Weiye looked at the red on the ground and couldn't help laughing and said, "This red is just like a pot of stewed shrimps."

Sui Xiong couldn't help curling his lips when he heard this: "What kind of description are you making! Prince, your cultural level is too low!"

Weiye laughed: "Do you know what kind of person the king was when I was a prince, that is, my father?"

Sui Xiong shook his head, a little curious.

"He is two heads taller than an average person, his arms are thicker than an average person's thighs, his voice is like drums, he can eat half a sheep and ten kilograms of bread for one meal, and he drinks from a small wine jar. He uses a heavy bow and wears heavy armor. When he goes to the battlefield, he always carries a 120-kilogram battle axe, but he never rides a horse - there was no bloodline technology at that time, let alone ordinary horses, even the generally tamed riding monsters can't bear his strength." Weiye's eyes were full of smiles, and it was obvious that the court life back then was also a very pleasant memory for him, "But the old man has a shortcoming, he can't read."

"Ah?!"

"It can't be said that he is completely illiterate, at least he recognizes his own name." Weiye said, "But he only recognizes his own name, he can't even recognize all the names of our brothers."

Sui Xiong was stunned, he secretly thought, how can this be a king, he is clearly a barbarian!

Wait... the king of barbarians, that's also a king! Just like Temujin, the founder of the Mongol Empire, that's a barbarian, but isn't he a king?

He still remembered watching a movie called "Conan the Barbarian". Although he didn't think the protagonist looked like a king, he was definitely a barbarian.

It can be seen that a barbarian can be a king, no problem at all.

So he nodded, and suddenly froze again, and asked: "Then you were also a barbarian back then?"

Weiye nodded: "When I was a mortal, I was indeed a barbarian, but I knew a few more words than my father, adding up... about fifty words."

Sui Xiong was speechless. In his impression, Weiye was a very cultured person who could write poems, compose music, and write operas, but he didn't expect that when he was still a mortal, he was actually a barbarian.

I guess these cultural things were all learned after he became a god.

"Time is the greatest power in the world!" He couldn't help but sigh, "Looking at your current appearance, I really can't imagine what you looked like back then!"

Weiye smiled, and transformed into a tall, strong and extraordinary hero, with a short beard like a steel needle, and his eyes, even if they were not deliberately wide open, were full of trembling power. His muscles are comparable to those of bodybuilders on Earth, but he has many tattoos that bodybuilders would never have, layer upon layer, even on his face, looking extremely ferocious, really can cure children's night crying.

Then he transformed again, turning back into the usual handsome boy.

"That's what I looked like when I was a mortal, but when I was conferred a god, I gave up my original body, so now I've become nothing more than a flower stand." As he said, Weiye sighed softly, "If I hadn't given up my body, maybe I wouldn't be a soft persimmon that no one can beat like now..."

Sui Xiong wanted to nod, but stopped.

Although this may be a sad thing for Weiye, he really doesn't think that Weiye could have become a strong man without giving up his physical body. To become a strong man, perhaps a good foundation is also needed, but more importantly, long-term training is needed. For example, if Sui Xiong himself had not practiced in the trench for thousands of years, he would never have the strength he has today. And what about Weiye? He said a few years ago that he wanted to learn fighting from Morani, but at first he came to learn every day, then once every few days, then once a month, and finally... It has been almost a year since he last came to Morani to learn.

With such an attitude, how could he become a strong man?

No matter how powerful Weiye's physical body was when he was a mortal, could it be stronger than his current divine body? If he really worked hard, he would definitely become a martial arts master in three to five years at the shortest, or ten to eight years at the longest.

But he didn't.

Look at Leon, he is a mortal with outstanding talent, and he was a world-famous genius in his youth. But later he encountered a great change, was seriously injured and poisoned, not only his strength regressed a lot, but also his foundation was greatly damaged. The reason why he was able to return to a high level of strength later, I don’t know how much blood, sweat and hard work he shed.

Today, he is not only a top swordsman, but also a very skilled divine spellcaster. All these achievements are naturally attributed to the hard training behind.

Others don’t know, Sui Xiong knows that Leon spends three to four hours every day studying and figuring out spells. Although no one thinks that a peerless swordsman like him needs to cast spells, he stubbornly believes that the high priest of the Void Mask Church must be a powerful priest, otherwise it would be a loss of face for Sui Xiong.

Decades of hard work finally paid off for him. Nowadays, even if he does not use martial arts and relies solely on magical spells, he will not lose to ordinary legendary powerhouses.

In other words, he is now a double legend. In terms of martial arts, he is at the peak of a legend, and in terms of divine skills, he is probably at the mid-level level of a legend.

If Weiye could be half as diligent as Leon, he would have become a combat master who was stronger than the godhead!

But when he thought about it again, he smiled again.

I remember that when Professor Cheng was giving a lecture, he once said a piece of ancient prose, and then sighed: "Knowing how to do something is correct does not mean that you can really do it in the correct way. Sometimes it is a last resort, but more often it is. No. It's like everyone knows that as long as you study hard and practice hard, you can become an excellent painter even if you can't be a great painter. But how many people in the entire art department can actually do it?"

At that time, Professor Cheng said while shaking his head: "I have been a teacher for many years. Among every class of students, there are at most one or two who can do this. This has nothing to do with talent and character. It can be called ' Mind'.

After Sui Xiong traveled through time, he saw many outstanding talents, but only a few could truly achieve this.

At least he himself couldn't actually do it.

In other words, Leon's character is better than his.

Flying in the sky, Sui Xiong couldn't help but smile even more happily when he saw Leon, who was sorting out his clothes in the city lord's palace, being manipulated like a wooden figure by a group of maids.

The first chapter after waking up