Mage with knife

"Matteus, I'm back. I didn't gain anything when I went out hunting this time...ah...General Dick!" A reserve soldier came back. It was the rest of the soldiers who took turns. Many such soldiers were...

If you choose to go hunting, once you gain something, you can supplement your training more.

Although the salary and welfare benefits of the reserve team are excellent, no one objects to having too many resources, right? The more training resources there are, the faster the accumulation of cultivation will be.

"What's your name?" Dick's eyes lit up.

"General Dick, Captain Effenberg of the reserve team!"

"Very good, you are practicing well too."

"My subordinate's qualifications are not good. He has been practicing for more than 30,000 years..." Effenberg felt a little ashamed.

Is thirty thousand years a long time? For practitioners with average qualifications, it is normal for the median god to live for one hundred thousand years and not be able to advance to a higher god in his lifetime. Thirty thousand years of cultivation to the point where he is almost at the peak of the median god does not count.

Bad.

Of course, there are many indigenous intermediate gods who have cultivated faster than them, and have advanced to many indigenous upper gods. If Dick does not come, I am afraid that none of the natives will advance to upper gods. Therefore, I am afraid of comparison.

Comparatively speaking, their qualifications are just a little worse than those natives who have advanced to higher gods.

"When Dean Yelena and Wizard Sinbad were studying how to advance to the higher gods, the problem of fusion combat skills arose. In this way, you two can come back to Sparrow City with me and participate in such research. If I have time, I will too

Let me guide you."

"Thank you, General Dick!" With such a good thing, why not go?

Dick took Effenberg and Mateus back to Sparrow City. He also asked the Sinbad wizard for some mid-level god-level Corsican potions, sponsored the two guys, and also took out two bottles of mid-level medicine.

Divine potion...

Dick himself also taught these two people about artistic conception cultivation from time to time. One is mainly based on water, and the other is mainly based on fire. With Dick's understanding of water and fire, what can't he teach?

How can fusion combat skills be so easy to integrate, even if Dick personally teaches and demonstrates it. Perhaps, the teaching and demonstration I give them will leave some shadow of artistic conception fusion enlightenment in their hearts.

Since he is a nearly super fan of the Power of Faith, he should have no problem trusting him, and he is more willing to accept his suggestions.

Dick went to the reserve team stationed in Sparrow City and found two more fans of the Power of Faith who were close to super. It was good. Two were teachers and four were also teachers, so let’s do it together. Don’t go to the reserve team.

Now that I'm employed, I can temporarily work as a 'gardener' in Dick's bee medicine garden.

For these four nearly super fans of the Power of Faith, they are very happy to be able to help Dick be the 'gardener'.

Dick didn't treat them badly either. In addition to the divine spirit liquid and the intermediate god-level honey, he also gave them some. After all, he didn't need it anyway. It was good to win people's hearts.

"Practice hard, strive to integrate combat skills, and become a master among the higher gods in the future." Dick would often encourage them.

Dick likes to deal with the indigenous gods. These people are conscientious and down-to-earth. In order to repay Dick for his kindness, the 'Gardener' devotes almost all his energy to cultivation after work.

Four people mixed together, and they could discuss and promote each other about the two artistic conceptions of water and fire. Dick was very happy when he saw it. This is much better than the dude from the noble family. He knows how to constantly strive for self-improvement and saves worries!

"Dick, what do you mean by bringing in a few natives?" Old friend Harvey came.

"Let's experiment and see if it's what I think." Dick said.

"The power of faith?" Harvey had roughly guessed this in the lower world.

Dick nodded, he had nothing to hide from his old friend.

"Dick, you are really awesome. God-king-level powerhouses have to use the main artifact to absorb the power of faith. It's better for you. You have been absorbing it since you were a child. Is this your way of thinking about civil affairs?"

"Fat man, maybe you can give it a try. The gods in the God Realm all practice fighting spirit, and what you have been practicing is also magic elements..."

"Forget it, some opportunities are hard to come by. Be careful, soul attack thing, there is still something like the power of faith in this world. It's not that there is no such thing as the power of faith. Gods or not, they can absorb the power of faith.

Is that so?" Harvey thought for a while, and Dick didn't seem to be particularly unconventional.

It's just that the power of faith absorbed by the deity relies on some god-like temples and religious methods. Otherwise, the energy of the power of faith absorbed is not very obvious.

Those temple organizations in the lower realm can generally only be absorbed by the relatively powerful deities in the divine realm.

"Lord God?" Harvey and Dick thought of this at the same time. Apart from the Lord God, who has so much energy that even the lower world can build a temple to absorb the power of faith?

"Forget it, I don't want that thing anymore." Dick waved his hand, "Fat man, why are you looking for me? Are you interested in the insect potion of the indigenous wizard again? Haha!"

"It doesn't seem to work. I tried it. The effect of promoting cultivation is really not good, and there are many impurities. I don't know how those indigenous gods can tolerate such poor medicine." Harvey

I also complained endlessly, whether it is medicine or spiritual liquid, there is a strong emphasis on purity. The more impurities there are, the more impurities will be deposited in the Dantian, which is not good for the practitioner's health.

"Fat man, you are only a middle-level god, but you have already used a high-level god potion?"

"That's nothing, I can just take the elixir and it'll be fine, haha!"

Okay, Harvey, you're awesome!

"Fat man, you still insist on eating grass?" Dick marveled at Harvey's physique. Last time, he ate that kind of mutated spiritual grass that contained vitality. After sleeping for a few days, he realized the fifth artistic conception.

"It's useless, and I can't understand the sixth artistic conception." Harvey's undead cultivation is very special, and Dick doesn't have any suggestions. "I'm not in a hurry. I'm only over three thousand years old, so it's early."

Harvey's mentality is quite good. He followed Dick. Dick was surrounded by practicing geniuses. It would be very annoying to compete.

"That's right, you need to spend more time in the middle god stage and try to integrate some combat skills. Otherwise, if you advance to the upper god level and only have the sixth level of strength, it will be difficult to save your life." I want to be more unrestrained in the god world, but I don't have the strength.

It's not possible.

"Dick, I'm here this time just to think about the soul attack. You have experience with this thing, tell me about it."

"Then let's talk about it. Soul attack was also discovered by me by chance. That time I was chased by the powerful Median God..." Dick could only roughly tell the process. Soul attack, to put it bluntly, is not

What Dick understood was forced out of him. Even now, Dick is still confused.

"Well, Dick, you try to attack me with your soul." Harvey had some whims.

"I wiped it! Fatty, can I try this thing at will?"

"Why can't it work? How can you still kill me? If you don't experience it for yourself, where will the inspiration come from?"

is that so?