Cthulhu Gonfalon

Human god, the kingdom of God.

Among the dark quiet rooms, the **** of the nobility is meditating.

Since being confined by the Glorious Lord, He has found himself seemingly in love with this kind of closed-door meditation. In the dark room, completely isolate all foreign news, quietly think about life, think about the future, refine and perfect your own plans, enjoy peace and peace.

If he is a resident of an island nation on earth, he might like to say, "This is the beauty of Zen."

He is not worried about the situation outside. Although he is thinking behind closed doors, his own Holy Spirit and high-level gods can help to deal with the prayers of believers and the work of the church. Those things did not need to bother with a great godpower, even a lot of medium power, and would not handle these things personally.

Anyway, the gods have absolute control over the Holy Spirit and God, and he is not worried that they betray themselves.

As for those Holy Spirits that He can't really control... He has already marginalized these guys and will not give them any chance to gain power.

Especially this time, when there is no sense of existence, the **** of genius finds himself and asks to send some strong people to perform dangerous tasks, and He sends those guys directly.

Even if it is waste, there is also the use of waste. Rotten wood can also be used as firewood.

Thinking of this, the **** of the nobility could not help but smile.

My own **** country, now it is completely clean, congratulations!

Suddenly, in his heart, there was a strong sense of crisis. The sense of crisis suddenly came like a violent storm, and it was like a raging spurt from the ground. It was like a flame erupting from the ground. Only a moment, let him have a whole body of hair. The feeling of getting up.

Although, the gods are not hairy.

The **** of the nobility was shocked and hurriedly ended his meditation and began to use prophecy and divination in the field of "destiny" obtained from the legacy of the previous sun god.

He repeated the calculations, but there was only one chaos. Except for the strong sense of crisis, everything else was chaotic.

He became more and more panicked, but did not lose sight of it. After a little consideration, he decided to go to the Lord of Glory.

No matter what happens, the Glorious Lord should always be able to shelter himself!

But before he put this idea into practice, the intense pain burst out of the body.

First of all, it seems that the body is torn apart, from the top of the head to the next line of severe pain. Then the pain spreads out and spreads throughout the body. It seems that the whole body is being torn, one inch and one inch, one minute and one point, tearing bit by bit.

This pain has surpassed the limit of patience, and the **** of the aristocracy fell to the ground.

He wants to scream, but the infested internal organs seem to be cut from the inside out by countless sharp edges, so that he can't even make a little sound. He wants to ask for help with God, but in the mind it seems that the brain is being stirred and the general sense of chaos makes him unable to condense even a little bit of power that is only a god.

(How is this going?)

In the midst of the extreme pain, the **** of the nobility has only one such thought.

At the same time, among the heroes of the glory, Leon, bathed in endless white light, was curiously watching the huge bird eggs that were soaked in the pool of faith.

"Your Majesty... can this really work?" he asked curiously.

Yan Xiong scratched his face with his tentacles. He said, "I should be able to do it. To be honest, I am not sure. But I can at least be sure that this has no harm to him."

The bird egg that is soaked in the power of faith is naturally a change of the **** of kingship.

Just now, Xiong Xiong strangled the **** of the eagle who was about to be resurrected. He gave the **** of the eagle **** the power of God and the power of faith to the **** of the king. He also added enough faith to the old man of the unfortunate servant street. Then the **** of kingship fell into a deep sleep. In accordance with the rules of the resurrection of the gods, He will slowly fill up his soul and divinity in his sleep, and then build the channels of faith and the transformation of divine power, and finally connect the lines of faith between himself and the remaining believers. Pass - At this time, He can be truly resurrected.

This process takes a while, a few months, a few years, or even a decade. Yan Xiong didn't want to wait for so long, so after Leon's sword killed the evil dragon, he made a few words to Satan, and with Leon and the king of the kingship, he returned to his country of God urgently.

Leon has just stepped into the realm of demigod, and needs to stabilize his realm and adjust his body and mind to restore his best. This requires a lot of divine power and some other resources. It is obviously the most convenient and reliable to complete this step in Kazuo's Kingdom of God.

If the **** of kingship wants to end the sleeping stage as soon as possible and completely resurrect, it requires a lot of faith and does not mention anything else. It still needs a lot of other things. So Yan Xiong also brought him back to see if he could help.

The situation in Leon is easier to solve, nothing more than an unlimited supply of divine power. Anyway, a new demigod in the district, even if the supply is not open, can not consume much, and Xiongxiong does not care. But the situation of the **** of the kingship is more troublesome. To be honest about the resurrection of the gods, it is really not a good act for him. Although he presided over the resurrection of the **** of healing, can he be considered a "resurrection"? There is no point in my heart.

But in any case, it is always a successful experience. Therefore, when he considers it slightly, he relies on the gourd painting and scoops, and uses the powerful life force to give the **** of the kingship a slap in the face.

As a result, I don’t know if it is the effect of the remnant of the **** of the eagle. Or where did you get it wrong? Originally just a sleeping old man, the **** of the king of power, white light, and soon a layer of ... eggshell.

Yes, the **** of kingship has become an egg.

Or, the place where he slept became the inside of an eggshell.

"What the **** is this..." Xiongxiong muttered, but did not dare to break the eggshell, and did not know what to do next, think about it, simply get a lot of faith, give this egg Throw it in.

The power of faith is a good thing for the gods, although it is not necessary, but other gods are mostly needed. The gods of the emptiness of the gods have always seen the accumulation of the power of the mountains and the mountains, and his allies often sigh "the **** big rich" and believe that the **** of the king will make up for it. There will always be no harm.

Sure enough, it was soaked in the power of the belief that almost condensed into a liquid, and the state of the king of the king in the eggshell immediately improved quickly. The cockroach looked through the sharp eyes of the eggshell and saw that his white hair was visible to the naked eye. The speed is getting darker, and the old face is quickly becoming younger.

Maybe... when he is completely rejuvenated, can he wake up?

Looking at the egg that is soaked in the power of faith, Yu Xiong is looking forward to it.