Knight of the Light

With the extreme decline of divine power, the range that Sirek could sense became very small. But after all, it used to be a powerful divine power with a large number of believers. Even in the remote part of the Black Forest, it can find a dozen people who pray to it.

These believers have not received a 'dark day' response for many years, but tonight it was a big luck. Cyric regained his mind, reaccepted his prayers, granted divine magic, and gave the believer guidance.

In front of believers, the **** of murder is high, majestic and powerful, and extremely mysterious. In the face of this moody god, no one is trembling, maintaining the greatest humility and respect.

Zhou Qingfeng was with Curious Baby next to a curious baby, to see how it communicated with believers, how to gather the power of faith, how to give divine magic, give directions, and guide believers to practice their will.

It's just that Uncle Zhou's level is too low, it's like suddenly encountering a super computer while playing PC. Even if this supercomputing is already broken and inferior, the details of its architecture, algorithms and connections are not something he can understand.

Uncle Zhou saw it for a long time and didn't understand it. He just urged, "Cirrick, ask your followers to order something. Let them worship the sacrament."

"Boy, shut up for me. Do you think I still need to eat like this?" Cyric was furious. It's now a skull and no need to eat.

Uncle Zhou put his hands in his waist, "Xirick, pay attention to your attitude. You are now living with me, and you are an uninvited tenant. I will not drive you away is the greatest kindness. Take your points Isn't the rent reasonable? "

For so many years, Sirek became a god, and no one dared to talk to him like that.

These fallacies were also explained by Zhou Qingfeng, who was still urging to get something to eat after he finished speaking.

The murder was so yelling. But it finally managed to regain consciousness, and he was really afraid of Zhou Qingfeng's troubles, so he had to order a holy communion to his followers.

God, which believer dares to disobey?

“Dark Sun” finally responded to the believer once. This requirement cannot be met?

Even if there are scarce supplies in the Black Forest, a dozen believers are not waiting for idlers. They did n’t think much about the holy communion of the **** of murder, they only knew that they had to meet the needs of the ‘dark day’.

Most of the believers in Cyric are not inferior. Then in the middle of the night, a dozen people settled in the Black Forest. The cook who was able to cook was pulled out of the bed, and the followers of "Dark Sun" forced him to get some exquisite holy meals.

"I said that you don't have to waste time like that, just get some bread, hot water or whatever." Zhou Qingfeng was still anxious to rescue the little girl who was hungry and cold, so she had no time to wait.

Cyric yelled angrily: "If the believer gave me a moldy bread casually, two foul jerkys would be sent away. How else would I do it? I don't have a face!"

One person and one **** glared at each other without compromise.

Just in Baicun Village, a monk rose up in the middle of the night to pray to the gods. As a follower of the Dark Sun, he has not received the response of the God of Murder for many years.

Originally, tonight was just a routine business. I did not expect that the mysterious "Dark Sun" actually responded, received the power of faith contributed by the monk, and gave several low-level divine magic.

This response exulted the monk.

Note that in the world of swords and magic, monks are very unique adventure occupations, and are not necessarily good people. They have no relationship with monks.

They can actually be seen as monks, they ca n’t wear armor, they ca n’t use weapons, and at most they wear gloves. Attack defense relies on their hard-working skills.

High-ranking monks act like wind and attack like electricity. Once they shoot, they can give endless blows to their opponents. However, the low-level monks are very disadvantaged in the battle. They are worse than cannon fodder-like warriors. They must rely on the divine magic given by the gods to strengthen themselves.

But in the past few years, Chiric has become a neuropathy. If he does not respond to the call of the believer, he cannot give the magic and give directions. The "Dark Sun" church power suddenly degraded, and many people had to convert to other gods.

This monk had also thought about conversion, but conversion would be equivalent to starting all over again. It is equivalent to changing the algorithm and database for programming, and even the architecture, which is really terrible. It was this hesitation, waiting for a 'miracle'.

Cyric is back.

Ahaha, I will glorify my Lord!

The lucky monk was so happy that he got a lot of magic from the God of Murder this time, enough to increase his strength by more than 50%. After all, Ciric was too weak now and had to be generous to win people's hearts.

Just when the prayer was over, Cyric gave me another shrine for me.

No, make a communion.

This deity made the monk jump up and down. Only the believers closest to the deity can get the deity.

This is equivalent to the calling of the gods!

It's so rare.

The first reaction of the monk was to meet the requirements of the 'dark day', no matter how difficult this matter must be.

What is holy communion?

In order to hone their will and skills, the monk's demands on life were minimized.

Other adventurers came to the Black Forest to make money, but this monk came to challenge himself in this barren and cold place. He didn't even have a lot of money, and there were only a few loaves of bread in his backpack, plus a pot of cold water.

For a short while, this is the only thing the monk can get. He also felt that it was too crude to dedicate this devotion to the gods, but Cyric the next deity you eat is sacrament.

Better to heat it up.

Marko heard two voices in his head. One is majesty, the atmosphere, and great pressure; the other is frivolous, urging, and full of impatience. It's the latter who says to 'heat up'.

Still hot?

Of course, it's too cold, and the hard bread is jelly like a stone. It takes a bite to break a few teeth. The water in the jug was cold, too, and you had diarrhea when you drank it.

Marco quickly took out the best-preserved piece of dark bread from his backpack, and a pot of water. As for heating, he simply used the ‘fire strike’ he had just obtained, and spit fire with both hands to heat the bread and water to the point of being hot.

All this was just done, and the bread and water on the table case disappeared immediately. There was only one sentence left in the air, "Good job, you are the first person to complete the sacrament and it is worth the reward."

The lucky monk 愣 was on the spot, and heard the majestic voice in his head was gritting his teeth and going crazy. He thought he didn't do well and would be punished by the moody "dark day", but he didn't want to

Sirek was on fire and had nowhere to vent. It had to reward the monk, give him pointers on spiritual practice, and watch Zhou Qingfeng leave his sacred land with hot bread and kettle, and finally gave away the scourge.