The endless "curtain" mixed with all kinds of light wanders in front of Atwood, like an aurora and an oil painting.
But just one or two seconds later, with the sound of the bald eagle, a thick fog in front of him was suddenly filled with white, confusing and fearful fog.
At this moment, Atwood heard the prayer of the Pastor of the Bishop, as if praying to Satan to leave his body and guide him to heaven.
Immediately afterwards, he heard the sad chirping of animals he had slaughtered when he was a teenager, the screams of rabbits, the howling of wolfs, the roar of tigers, the whisper of deer, and even a few unique "screaming" sounds of monsters covered with eyeballs and tiny arms like insects.
When all this was replaced by the mechanical squeaky friction sound, Atwood felt his spirit almost on the verge of collapse.
Knowing that all these horrifying sounds and the confusing fog dissipated, he realized that he was holding his head that was about to explode, his eyes were protruding, bloodshot, and his limbs were slightly turned outward, showing his knees on his knees.
"This is the test of the God of the Forest. I have passed it, right?" Atwood shouted with excitement.
If the "Red Hair" is by his side, you will see Atwood, who is half kneeling on the ground, struggling like a turtle with his back on his back.
Just as he was immersed in the excitement and excitement of passing the "jump place" and about to meet the gods, all the scenes in front of him quickly changed the scene like a movie slide.
In the end, it was frozen in a picture with softness as its main tone.
Atwood forcibly endured the pain in his joints and stood up from the ground with his right hand.
He moved his left arm, which had already felt stiff, slightly. Although it was a mechanical prosthesis, John still had some sense of touch and empathy due to the transformation of some technologies left by the old Cruiser Empire.
He looked up and looked around, and the soft and wonderful environment brought him endless familiarity.
A blue velvet curtain hung high in the sky that looked like night, and the moon and the formations embellished it, adding a little brightness. The silver-white moonlight sprinkled onto the ground with a dry earthy atmosphere, like a layer of silver-white silk-like moonlight transported from the Fire Empire.
He ran a few steps forward, and after the "knock" sound of the long leather boots and the ground, what caught Atwood's eyes was an altar-shaped area.
A circle of evergreen broad-leaved forest trees grow around it, which is extremely prosperous. It seems that people often water and fertilize them, and even inject "drips and drops of medicine" into them.
As a light of blue and green intertwined by, Atwood found that countless patterns representing different forms appeared on the edge of the altar where he was.
The outermost layer is the chamomile pattern representing the Cruzard Empire, which is like being painted with a brush with a white pigment.
The area inside is a circularly connected double-headed eagle pattern.
The inner area is the pattern of mimosa, which is very messy, just like a practice work that an art student who failed the Shinetsk University of Art in the old era was not very good at.
When you reach the center, you will be the "Long-barrel Gun Badge" pattern that represents the [Hunter], which is drawn with the most exquisite lines in a circular area.
"Our [Hunter] exclusive badge, yes, the God of Forest should be here. This is the realm of gods, I found it! Haha! Finally found it!" Atwood roared excitedly, staring at the moon like an excited dire wolf.
Suddenly, the pattern of the "Long-barrel Gun Badge" was quickly broken, and after the colorful and dreamy light shone, a pure black figure appeared at the center of the altar in front of him.
"Who is here in my realm? The mortals in the divine realm are really a rare item. Since the War of Human-Dragon, it seems that humans have rarely set foot here."
The figure's voice was full of an extremely strong sense of youth. If it weren't for the gentle tone and gentle tone, Atwood would have thought that someone was pretending to be a god to fool him.
"I... no, I am Atwood, [Hunter]. You are Wells, I have dedicated three lost people to you, the children you need. So now I hope you can get me promoted to my career, I want to be [Slaughter]." Atwood made a straightforward request to the "teenager" in front of me.
"Hahaha..." The boy in front of him made a feminine laugh.
After a few seconds, as the silver-white moonlight shone vertically on His body, the black mist covering His body instantly subsided.
Atwood narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the young man who was about one meter four under the silver light. His head was a cat's head, and his orange ears looked extremely cute. Although his beards were not straight, they were wriggling "normal".
His body is based on blue. The blue leather jacket has the style produced by a city factory in the wasteland. The lower body is decorated with modified jeans and a pair of rubber sneakers. The clothes inside mostly look like black tights.
Although the exposed hands and ankles show the ultimate feminine and beautiful whiteness, the body under the tights are clearly angular, with muscles that are shrinking in proportion like sculptures.
"It's not too late to talk about promotions first, right, Atwood?" The extremely feminine voice of a boy came into Atwood's ears, making him unable to help but have a cold war in the gradually strange and cold atmosphere.
"Do you know my name? But as far as I know, those Lost Boys did not reveal my information when they communicated with you in their dreams." Atwood asked.
"Even if the god is not omniscient and omnipotent, I always have a way to get the message of the prayer. By the way, I am not called 'Wells', that is the name given to me by the humans who grew up on the vast land of Cruisd. The gods only have titles but no names. Yan Jun, the founder of the Fire Empire, has always followed this rule, and his descendants are also sticking to this rule. By the way, do you know the human-dragon war at the end of the First Age? I don't want to discuss everything with you, just discuss the 'Karov Ending War'."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! As he said, "The God of Forest" took two steps forward, looked up at Atwood with his blue eyes that were extremely rounded at night.
"I'm not very interested in history. The wasteland era is all about massacre and fighting, or plunder and survival. We are led by the Socra Council and are a special operation team, but we are not in Socra. It is impossible to study knowledge every day like those greenhouse buds." Atwood avoided the eyes of the God of the Forest and retorted.
"Then let me tell you, if you can have some enlightenment, the recognition of the wisdom sequence core and the sequence card will be much smoother. This is an insight, and you should have heard that the middle-level profession needs to be promoted to the upper level of the rank 5 and the pain level through the rank 1. I am a god, and naturally all surpass the sequence 1."
"The God of the Forest" said, quietly walking behind Atwood like an evil spirit and a ghost, and spoke again in a soft voice:
"In 25 BC, the five great warriors of humanity fought against the arrogant dragon clan to the end. The dragon clan had a prominent era. In the first era, human beings were just weak existences of one of the eighteen races ruled by the dragon clan. They depended on the dragon clan and created weapons and racial food for them. They gradually mined the natural resources given to all living beings by the Creator, and finally had the power to resist."
"This is human, powerful." Atwood added inappropriately.
"Maybe." "The God of Forest" continued:
"Under the planning of my old friend, Lord of Dark Night, facing the increasingly powerful humans, he suggested that the Dragons use flame raids to sweep their land and burn their houses; use lightning to break through their armor, turn them into coke, send them to the sky with strong wind, and then fall vertically to become scarlet existences. But the Dragons retreated step by step under the leadership of the five great warriors of mankind. They lost the soil in the middle, the Cruzed Plain, the Ruin River and the central lake, the Putoya Mountains, the Ewentle Icefield, and finally the fire highlands covered by lava. Until the Karov Black Stone Realm in 25 BC, the land surrounded by lava, the human leader launched the last battle against the Dragons."
"Interesting." Atwood exclaimed, as if he was admiring the powerful human beings.
"The End War of Karov is a battle involving humans who completely control the hegemony of the continent. The only remaining dragon clan occupied the Karov Kingdom and the human Kru-Event Alliance launched the last battle. The dragon clan's blessings, the Lord of Dark Night and the Head of Dragon clan, have long been sealed in another world. The "Lord of Earth", "Lord of Fire", "Lord of Frost" and "Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts" who are believed in by humans have all given blessings." The God of Forest paused for a second or two, and said with a choking tone:
"Humans launched a final war on the grounds that the dragon clan was bewitched by the dark night and needed to be sealed, and in name it "atone for them". The dragon clan relied on lava and the "Pillar of Ragroin" to resist stubbornly, but in the end it could not defeat the holy objects, which is now part of the power of the sequel monsters and eventually failed. Since then, the dragon clan has completely become a legend, and all traces of existence have been erased. In order to maintain the order of the human world, the Cruzed Empire, the Irvingle Empire, the Flame Empire, the Central Empire and the Putoya Empire were established at the same time. They worshiped different gods to obtain protection. Until the Spirit Emperor of the Flame Empire opened the "Dragon Celebration", those half-dragons who could transform into humans began to mingle in the tragic world."
"The ancient story sounds very interesting. But if I were that human leader, I might not have chosen to seal or exile the dragon clan. I would have slaughtered them all and let them disappear." Atwood commented in a mellow voice.
"It seems that you are ready to improve your profession level. Yes, the rules set by the Creator tend to be more broad than depth. Any profession only has three levels of promotion, but endless professions represent endless abilities. But you should also know that promotion comes at a price." The God of Forest said, looking at Atwood's yellow denim coat with interest.
"Of course!" Atwood agreed without hesitation.
"Then throw a coin first, the diviner likes this."
The God of Forest said, and the green light on his right hand turned into a light ball. A second later, a coin with a cat carved on the front and a coin with a forest carved on the back appeared in his hand.
"The front needs to sacrifice your body, and the back needs to sacrifice your soul. After all, you are meeting me directly to carry out the ceremony, so you have no objection." The God of Forest asked.
"No." Atwood said firmly.
The crisp sound of the coin rubbing against the air passed through the ears of the two people. The God of Forest directly locked the coin in his hand after it was flying for three and a half weeks.
After spreading his palms, Atwood suddenly saw the cat's head.
He stared at the coin in a little surprise, his lips twitched, and a few seconds later, a few words popped up:
"Sacrifice...where?"
"With arms. In this way, you can get a chance to draw the card and take the opportunity to contact the inspiration core. I think you should draw the card first. If you cannot be promoted to [Slaughter], you can't bear the inspiration core and your body will definitely explode." The God of Forest suggested.
"good."
This time, there was no breath of magic power surge. The God of Forest took out a 16-piece sequence card from his pocket and thoughtfully added the card representing "nonsense".
After the two shuffles, he spread out all the cards in the sequence and let Atwood draw.
"This one."
Atwood stretched out his wide right hand and pulled the middle, and his fingers slashed through the most obvious one.
After the God of Forest picked it up and looked carefully, his mouth and his twisted beard gave an unknown but uncomfortable smile, saying:
"The confused human beings are trapped in the dark purple realm. He can only stare at the stars and the universe and think about life, but he can never wake up from it. Because his soul has long been imprisoned in nothingness, this is the 'Nonsity' card. Unfortunately, Mr. Atwood, the sequential cards do not recognize you. In other words, you will not be able to become the [Slaughter] of the upper class profession in this life. Even the divination of other gods will still get this result."
"You fart. I spent fifteen years looking for you and offering sacrifices to you in exchange for promotion. Do you give me such a result? I understand, you are not a god, you are pretending, right! You are lying to me, right!" Atwood yelled like a breaking defense.
He stretched out his right hand and clenched his fist and was about to swing his fist at the face of the God of Forest.
But as the forest god's right hand slid slightly, a burning light passed, Atwood actually felt a sense of nothingness coming from his arms.
He looked down at both sides in surprise. His mechanical arm and a strong native arm were gone, as if it was cut straight from his shoulder by a sharp knife.
"Give it back!" Atwood roared.
But a teenage laughter came through his ears. After a sensation of confusion, Atwood was surprised to find that he had returned to the dim hall full of noise and mechanical movements.
He looked around in surprise, and Luo Nai, who was fused with the "Eye of Substitution", radiating purple and green light, was still standing near the broken cultivation cabin, while the "Red Hair" was walking towards him with a worried look on his face.
"Chief, are you okay?" "Red Hair" asked Atwood, whose cheeks were soaked in sweat and his arms became empty.
"I'm cheated! I'm going to kill those lost boys, you and you!" Atwood roared madly.
"Chief, calm down." The voice of "Red Hair" became particularly low and calm.
It is different from Atwood, who is shaking his body wildly, with dirty words in his mouth, and half-collapsed.
"Red Hair" looked at the crazy Atwood with interest for half a minute, and took advantage of the break of his dry cough and quickly touched his right hand with his black leather gloves.
After a silver light shone, Atwood felt a coldness coming from his abdomen, and then a stinging sensation of sharp objects.
But immediately afterwards, bright red liquid gushed out from his eyes, mouth, ears, and even the wounds on his abdomen without restraint.
A few seconds later, he felt his heart become hot, as if a piece of red iron was stuffed into it!
"'Red Hair', what did you do to me?" Atwood seemed to understand something, lowered his head and looked at the "Red Hair" with a vicious look.
Chapter completed!