Give Me the Name of God

Bucken sat on the hillside, looking at the scenery under the stars.

Looking ahead, we see the capital of the Holy Kingdom of Heaven, and looking behind us, we see the cathedral of the royal capital.

Looking to the left, one sees the disdain and disdain of Shelty; looking to the right, one sees the former Archbishop Horwitt.

After knowing each other for decades, Bucken had never spoken sincerely to Howitt. Anyway, it was in his dream that he decided to put down all his guard and have a good chat with this old friend.

Bucken asked: "You think I was wrong?"

Horwitt asked, "If one of us must be wrong, who do you think that person is?"

Bucken's expression was a little distorted. He knew it was embarrassing to say this, but he still insisted on his idea: "I think the wrong person is you."

Howitt smiled: "You are still you, you will never change, you will never repent, you will never bow your head, you will never feel guilty for the mistakes you have made!"

Bucken's expression became even more distorted: "Because, I never think that I am wrong."

"That's good. That's why I appreciate you." Horwitt's voice suddenly changed, becoming softer and louder. Bucken turned around and found that he was gone.

He looked around and found that the Holy Kingdom was gone, the royal capital was gone, Sheltai was gone, and even the hillside below him was gone.

All that could be seen was the night sky, and Bucken's body seemed to be melted by the night sky.

"Who is talking to me? Is it you? My master!" Bucken cried.

"Even if everyone doubts you, I never doubt you. Even if everyone gives up on you, I never give up on you. My child, remember, I am by your side, and my protection never leaves you." go."

"Lord, I'm defeated, I'm beaten hard, and I need your strength."

"I was also injured, not a minor injury. I defeated Cronus, but I underestimated Hermes. The sinister and vicious Hermes, his power exceeded my expectations."

Bucken said: "I will kill his followers and avenge you!"

A burst of laughter came from the sky: "My child, avenge yourself first, take my power with you, and take back everything you have lost."

Bucken woke up from his dream, rushed to the roof in his nightgown, and knelt down to the sky all night long.

In the early morning of the next day, General Medser (a general under Shertey) stationed under the city of Ferla (Arandis: City of Autumn Leaves) launched an attack.

The Castle of Autumn Leaves is far different from the Royal Capital. The walls here are less than eight feet high. Soldiers with more agility can easily climb up. Some Titan believers are even half a head taller than the walls.

Moreover, the terrain of the City of Autumn Leaves is very low. Medser occupied the hill to the north of the city in advance. He collected a lot of logs and rolling stones on the mountain. Starting from early morning, Medser ordered to concentrate firepower to attack the north gate. Before noon, The north gate has been breached.

Bucken was in the city, and Medser had no intention of capturing or killing Bucken alive. He believed that the situation in this battle was the same as in the capital, and Bucken would definitely abandon the city and flee.

Unfortunately, he was wrong. Bucken did not escape. He organized the God's Punishment Army to launch a tenacious counterattack at the city gate.

Medser could not understand Bucken's thoughts. No matter how tenacious the resistance was, it was in vain as long as it came to close combat. No matter how excellent the army was, it would be vulnerable to the crushing force of the Titan believers.

The God's Punishment Army guarded the gate, and more and more Titan believers gathered outside the city gate.

Suddenly a dark cloud floated above the sky, as if it was going to rain.

Medser cursed. He didn't like the bad weather.

But this had no effect on him. He had no intention of using tactics such as fire attacks.

The raindrops fell quickly, hard, and loudly... It didn't seem like raindrops!

These raindrops hit the soldiers, causing splashes of water, bright water splashes...

It's not a drop of water, it's a drop of blood. Every time a raindrop falls, a hole will be made in the armor, and the blood of the soldiers spurts out of the hole like a fountain.

A raindrop hit Medser's shoulder. The refined heavy armor was instantly smashed through, and something like an arrowhead was deeply embedded in the bone.

It rained arrows from the sky!

Although the armor of the Titan believers is thick and the body is strong, the arrows falling from the sky are extremely fast and have strong penetrating power, and can easily penetrate the helmets and armor of the Titan army.

Medser has never seen such a scene. Is this the skill of a certain believer?

It doesn't look like a skill. There can't be such a powerful skill. Is it a natural disaster sent by the gods?

Medser immediately led his army to retreat. Although the coverage area of ​​the arrow rain was not large, with a diameter of only seven or eight hundred feet, the terrifying density of attacks caused Medser to lose half of his army, and the remaining half of the soldiers were also injured. He himself A total of six "raindrops" were hit on the body, but fortunately none of them were critical.

"This is some kind of mechanism, a mechanism hidden in the air. It may be triggered by a bird, or it may be triggered by a bow and arrow or a trebuchet." Medser endured the severe pain and made a comment on the source of these "raindrops" a reasonable guess.

The medical officer dug out all six raindrops, and Medser ordered these arrowhead-like objects to be handed over to the craftsman immediately.

"It's sharp enough and hard enough. This should be fine steel from Golden Light City. Bucken really spent a lot of money to make so many arrowheads at one time."

But the conclusion reached by the craftsman made Medser unable to understand: "Sir, this is not steel, it is stone."

"Stone?" Medser looked at the craftsman sideways.

Under Shelty's control, Medser had tempered somewhat over the years. Under normal circumstances, this craftsman might have been killed by him.

"You know my armor is special, right?" Medser asked.

"I know," the craftsman was a little scared, but he could only tell the truth, "your armor was made for you by a third-level believer of Vulcan."

"How could a stone penetrate my armor?"

"I can't explain it, sir, this is a very ordinary stone, very hard, but very brittle. I don't know what happened at that time, but I can guarantee now that this stone cannot penetrate your armor."

"Promise now?" Medser picked up the "Raindrop" and threw it at the craftsman. However, because of his injured shoulder, he failed to hit the craftsman, but hit the guard on duty.

The bang startled the guard, leaving a scratch on his armor but no other damage.

The sharp tip of the "raindrop" was broken into a small section. As the craftsman said, the stone is very hard but brittle.

But why did it penetrate the armor of so many people at that time? There is no way to give a reasonable explanation.

How should I explain to Shelty when I can't find a reasonable explanation and have lost so many soldiers?

…

Manda tied up the haggard-looking Guatel and shouted sternly: "Where is the chisel?"

The thin Guatel said firmly: "I won't tell you!"

"Aren't you going to accuse me of torture?"

"I can withstand torture!"

"I won't torture you, I will torture your girls, and they will be burned at the stake!"

Guatel held his mouth and said: "You are heartless, you are shameless, you are hopeless!"

Manda wiped his tears and said with a smile: "You are ruthless, you are shameless, you are hopeless!"

Guatel cried: "Don't touch my girl!"

"Then tell me where the chisel is?"

"I can make a better girl!"

"There are already more than sixty girls. Do you want to die?"

The chisel in the golden ball, the simplest looking of the three weapons, the one that belonged to Hephaestus.

At first, both the poet and Guatel thought there was nothing special about the chisel, but after two days of research, Guatel discovered a shocking secret.

This is not an ordinary chisel with a cutting edge at the end. For craftsmen, this is more like a multifunctional carving knife.

When making wood carvings, this chisel is very easy to use, and every edge is as if it is alive. Guatel can carve every detail he wants as he pleases, without worrying about making mistakes.

But the most amazing thing is that the wood sculptures made with this chisel are alive.

He first made a girl over a foot tall and left it beside the bed for one night. The girl came to life.

Able to move, every joint can move.

Very soft, exactly like human skin

Can walk, run, jump, and do various postures...

The next day, he made a girl with normal proportions.

After one night, the girl came back to life.

On the third day, he appropriately adjusted the proportions of different parts and made three more perfect girls. These three girls also came to life.

From that day on, Guatel never left the room.

Manda only gave him three days to study the chisel, but due to various encounters in the north, Manda forgot about it. When he went to find Guatel, he had already appeared in his room. More than sixty girls.

These girls do not need to eat, but they need to drink a lot of water, bask in the sun every day, and soak in the moist soil for a while.

They can't speak, but they all have their own temperaments, some are reserved and shy, some are enthusiastic and cheerful, some are sentimental, some are honest and honest...

In addition to basic mobility abilities, they also have some slightly more complex behaviors, such as kissing, hugging, and servitude...

These functions are enough. Guatel has no more excessive requirements. Under his careful care, the girls' vitality is very strong, but he has become like this.

"I beg you," Guatel sniffed, "Give me one more day to use, just one day. I will be the most perfect girl and give it to you."

Manda lowered her eyes and said, "Are you serious about giving it to me?"

"Seriously!" Guatel looked sincere.

"You won't try it out first, right?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Is there any meat?"

"No less than Roma!"

"Is it high enough?"

"Not less than six feet! (1.8 meters)"

Manda sniffled, and then laughed obscenely with Guatel.

"Then I'll lend you another day, just one day..."

Now that the function of the chisel is clear, what about the gold skeleton balance?

The poet originally promised to spend three days to figure out the function of the golden skeleton balance, but now nearly a month has passed, and the poet only understood part of it.

Manda was about to go to the poet's mansion, but Guatel reminded him: "The poet's condition is a bit strange. He has changed a lot, but I believe his nature has not changed."

"He has changed a lot? Has he changed more than you?"

Guatel wiped his nose and said, "He is much older than me. You may not recognize him."