I Became the Sun God

His body was trembling, but his heart was extremely hot.

Those present heard it very clearly.

Both gods need believers in the world to serve as markers for their return.

Anubis won't say anything.

This mythical God of Death already has his own family and does not need believers or apostles at all.

But Isis is different.

After a long time, Isis, who recovered, faced a strange world where she no longer had any followers.

There are no believers, let alone apostles of God.

Ultraman's human body no longer exists.

Under such circumstances, if Isis had to choose her followers or apostles, wouldn't she be the one who gets the best first?

In this kind of thinking, everyone has Xiao Jiujiu in their heart.

Even those few light warriors were still looking forward to Isis's favor.

How can an extraordinary person compare with an apostle of God?

As long as you become an apostle of Isis, you can reach the sky in one step and have the opportunity to become a being like the Sun Knight.

That's it?

Who bothers to visualize the divine form of the Moon God and practice the extraordinary power!

I need to visualize the true form of the God of Magic directly in my heart!

"These people..."

"These people can be regarded as followers of Kong Su. I won't compete with Kong Su for a few mortal humans."

"What's more...these people's hearts are filled with all kinds of desires, and they are not worthy of being called my apostles."

Isis just glanced at them and quickly withdrew her gaze.

As she said, these upper-class people are born in the quagmire of desire.

No matter how pure a person is, his heart will be filled with all kinds of darkness and desires.

Status, wealth, power...these things are their inherent dark side.

It's like having a feast one day.

Do you find it incredible and lament that rich people are so good at playing?

In fact, these people can have more fun where you can't see them.

Because it's all too easy for them.

Just a trivial amount of money.

Rich and powerful, the goddesses in the hearts of ordinary people are no different from toys in their hearts.

The inner world is so different.

"Hehehe..."

Anubis laughed coldly:

"But the more such a person is, the more afraid of death they become."

"They will try their best to please me and let my clone lead them through the disasters of the underworld and reach the kingdom of the dead."

"Life and death...are opposites!"

Anubis gave those people a sinister look.

The gaze containing divine power was like a mountain pressing on their souls, making them seem to be facing a world of underworld, where they could fall into eternal disaster at any time.

"That's right..."

"Compared with these people, I would rather look for a human being with a simple heart."

Isis nodded, her gaze spanning the endless void.

"Mortal, are you willing to be my apostle?"

"Although your heart is also impure, it has fewer desires that you shouldn't have."

"My will is about to dissipate, and you are my only choice."

Isis's voice rang in Pant's ears, making Pant, who was wearing a ghillie suit, stunned.

The voice of God rings in my ears?

Am I fucking attracted to the goddess of life?

Pant was feeling dizzy.

The huge surprise immediately made him lose the ability to think.

When Pant's mind went blank, Isis's voice continued to ring in his heart:

"As my apostle, you need to spread my name among people and let the power of life and magic blossom."

"Mortal, are you... willing?"

Isis's voice was gentle.

But as a superior God, the gentle voice is not a question, but a question of one of the two.

Just like Isis said.

Her will was about to dissipate, and Pant was the only choice.

It doesn't matter whether the choice is good or bad.

Apostles are not as important to gods as saints are to gods.

After all, there is only one real god, Qin Ran, and Qin Ran has the final say in all other settings.

Apostles, to put it bluntly, are God’s code boys.

Some gods like good-looking ones, some gods like muscular men, and some gods like pretty girls.

But no matter what, the apostles are just code boys.

One more is not too much, one less is not too much.

Only loyal and obedient horses are good horses.

Otherwise... God doesn't mind throwing away an apostle as easily as trash.

Of course, Qin Ran has not disclosed these things to the outside world.

He would let Pant receive the information naturally after he nodded.

As for whether he wouldn't nod?

Ha... no one can refuse black stockings!

"O great Isis!"

"I am willing to be your apostle on earth!"

"I will be your most loyal servant and will let the whole world know the greatness of life and magic!"

Faced with Isis's choice, Pant didn't even care about the live broadcast that was still on, and quickly responded to Isis loudly.

The barrage exploded all of a sudden!

Some people don’t believe it, some are mocking, and some are so envious that their eyes are red!

Of course, there are also people who are quickly locking in Pant's information.

"I'm ready!"

"I am an orphan. I can abandon everything in the world as quickly as possible and dedicate everything I have to you, the great one."

Panter excitedly worshiped Isis' figure.

Isis nodded with satisfaction:

"I look forward to your performance."

"My Apostle Pant."

Accompanied by Isis's voice, white light fell from the sky, drowning Pant's entire body.

Under the power of God, Panter was suspended in mid-air out of thin air, allowing the divine power to transform himself.

He could clearly feel that a kind of pure white power began to be born in his body.

That kind of power is full of vitality and can also be turned into a source of magic.

That is the same apostolic power as Mark's power of the sun.

That is...the power of life and magic.

Under the transformation of the divine power, Pant naturally learned about the position of the apostle, which made him feel a lot more urgent.

Having just gained such great power, Pant didn't want to lose it just yet.

While Pant was immersed in divine grace, the two gods gradually returned to nothingness with endless power.

"My descendants...I will always protect you."

"But... don't use my protection as unscrupulous capital."

Anubis's voice echoed between heaven and earth, seeming to be warning humans.

And on the distant pyramid, a figure made of pure gold, with the head of a bird and the body of a human body, stared at Panter:

"The person chosen by the goddess of life and magic."

"Are you the same as me...also an apostle of God?"

Mark exerted a slight force on his feet, and his whole body was like a golden meteor.