Half a day passed quickly, the sky gradually darkened, and the miraculous moon of the King of Eternal Night rose as promised. Heras slowly opened his eyes. Although the method he wanted to try would cause great damage to the brain of living creatures, this kind of
The damage is acceptable to him.
He has already transferred the information in the biological brain to the quantum brain, and set the quantum brain as the center of the body. Now even if the damaged half of the biological brain is removed, it will have no effect on him.
Heras meditated on the prayers of the King of Eternal Night in his heart, inheriting the memory information from the former magic genius. He was no stranger to the various classics of the Moon God.
No one has ever tried this, not to mention the severe brain damage that will inevitably occur. Maintaining the simulation of the godhead's will while entering a state of devotion and selflessness in prayer is itself impossible - the ways of pursuing power between blood people and God's favored people conflict with each other.
opposition.
If a blood user or spellcaster wants to become a favored one by God, he must first force himself to forget about the power of blood or magic and enter a state of prayer. If he is lucky enough to be taken care of by the gods, the blood power and magic power will be purified by the divine power while receiving the divine power.
"I hope the King of Eternal Night will not look after me, a liar." Heras thought with anxiety that this was the worst possible outcome, although the possibility of it happening was very small. He just wanted to use prayer to stimulate the latent bloodline of the Blood God.
Although he doesn't care about brain damage during the process, if the Moon God really exerts his divine power, the consequences are unpredictable. There is no record of this in any classics. In fact, he is the first person to want to do this.
"Establish an independent data analysis task: Godhead will simulation." He gave instructions to the quantum brain in his consciousness. The quantum brain's background immediately programmed a virtual will program. At this moment, Heras felt as if he had a second personality. The virtual will was generated.
After the will, the godhead simulation is completed almost instantly.
"It seems that this iron head's computing power is much more powerful than I expected." After completing the first crucial step, Heras was in a good mood.
Then he knelt down facing the blue moon, looking down at the moonlight falling on the curtains. He controlled his quantum brain to adjust his state of mind, making his state of mind peaceful and ethereal.
Humility, awe, and longing for the soft moonlight of Amfalon soon filled Heras's heart. These virtual emotions even made him so moved that he couldn't help but cry.
"Did you go too far in your acting? You can't even help yourself..." Heras muttered.
The contents of the Anfarian Moon God's Scripture slowly flowed through his heart, and Heras began to pray "devoutly" according to the prayers of the Holy Scripture with a controlled vocal cord.
This was the first time he spoke since he came to Anfalon. His well-controlled vocal cords produced a beautiful and melodious Elvish language, like a beautiful and elegant Elf girl singing in awe and longing. If anyone who doesn't know what is going on sees it,
In this scene, I must have thought he was the high priest of the moon god...
Herath's body began to heat up, his ears began to ring, and he could vaguely hear the roar of endless rage. The bloody king's divinity was greatly stimulated by this behavior! The bloodthirsty and violent madness rushed straight to the top of his head, but it was all
Blocked one by one by the quantum brain.
As the bones throughout the body trembled, the divine blood cells carrying the memory of the divine personality began to slowly divide, and the life energy absorbed and stored in them in the past was released uncontrollably.
"Try harder." Heras had no intention of stopping. He recited another prayer of praise, about the King of Eternal Night defeating the King of Blood with her gentle, radiant and glorious authority - the ultimate description.
Belittle the stupidity of the Bloody King and praise the supreme power of the Night King.
Like burning fire, those divine blood cells began to divide crazily, and Heras felt that all the blood vessels in his crippled creature's brain had burst and bleed. Anyone with other bloodlines would have died by this time.
The devout praise of the Moon God and the extreme slander of the Blood God completely activated the bloodline of the Bloody King. However, instead of strengthening Heras' body, the divine anger quickly destroyed all of his functions.
"It's good to get over it. As long as the bloodline can be activated, you can become a formal knight. Even if you are weaker than ordinary knights due to functional damage, at least you have the power to protect yourself." Heras gritted his teeth and thought, while shielding the body.
Unbearable pain.
With a pop, a large amount of glowing red blood mist sprayed out from around his body, and a virtual will began to appear in the center of his eyebrows to simulate the framework of the godhead, and then some subtle godhead units emerged.
"This is the last step! Once the link between the godhead units is completed, it can direct the growth of the bloodline." Heras was nervous and looking forward to it. As long as he could control the growth of the bloodline, he would be able to suppress the divine anger immediately.
In this moment-by-second suffering, Heras suddenly found that the surroundings had become blue, and at some point the moonlight had shined through the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of his bed!
"The Moon God is really going to send down his divine power!!??" At this moment, Heras's soul was on the verge of death, and things really took a turn for the worst!
On the road leading to the noble manor on the outskirts of Daronville, a carriage was running rapidly. The galloping black horse was extremely majestic, and every time its hooves fell heavily, it would make obvious dents in the hard dirt road.
The coachman looked at the blue moon in the sky and shouted exaggeratedly to the carriage behind him: "Master Sarode, do you think the moon is a little abnormal today?"
"There should be moon priests praying near the capital." Sarold said absentmindedly, because of the poisonous thorn in his heart, he couldn't wait to rush back to the manor as soon as he said goodbye to the Baroque master.
Although the empire has a vast territory, many of them are desert areas, so the nobles try their best to maintain good relations with the elves in order to control the sandstorm disasters in the territory. The Quicksand Empire is the only human country in Anfalon that prohibits the sale of elven slaves.
But the imperial royal family disagreed with this. They loved the desert. Starting from the founding emperor Andromeda Balian, at least half of the members of the royal family served the Anfarian earth god - Mostracaosas of Quicksand.
King. This is a newly promoted god, but his power is comparable to that of the ancient gods of Anfalon. He was given the title of God King as soon as he was born in the Kingdom of God.
Since the spread of the King of Quicksand's faith is limited to the vast windsand land outside the northwest border of the Quicksand Empire and the Kingdom of Qiyan, and he has always been neutral towards the war between gods, coupled with his power over the earth, the gods all hope that he will protect his throne.
The origin of the plane. Therefore, his divine kingdom does not move in the void within the realm, but is fixed at the root of the world in the deepest part of the plane.
Sarold wished that now that he was an intermediate mage, he could fly back to the manor of Marquis Riolan. The fact that Heras was not affected by the soul shock left him with a lingering haze in his heart.
Soon the carriage drove into the door of Riolan's house. Before it stopped, the carriage was opened. A cold atmosphere came out from inside. Sarode, who was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, hurriedly walked out of it and casually walked out.
He held his silver chain monocle and immediately walked towards Heras's bedroom.
"Master Sarode, the Marquis is waiting for you in the laboratory." The person suddenly emerging from the shadows startled Sarode, and he almost had to use Soul Shock involuntarily.
Butler Goode bowed to him humbly: "If you are free, you'd better go over now."
Sarode took a deep breath, calmed down his inner anxiety, and then nodded slowly.
"Master, please follow me closely." Gude bowed humbly. Sarold did not dare to follow me lightly. There are countless dangerous magic traps on the road to the Marquis's laboratory. These deadly traps are not
Know him as the second son of the Marquis.
Heras held his breath and stared at the gradually condensing moonlight. All his disguises disappeared, and he no longer admired or was peaceful. But the moon god seemed to have determined that he was a devout believer, and a circle of azure blue appeared from the moonlight.
The sea water has a light and soft halo like a gauze.
God-given soul! If a Moon God believer receives this kind of gift in prayer, he will go crazy with joy. But Heras only felt cold all over. He cursed his fate and prayed to the Moon God to take back the gift.
However, the God-given soul slowly and irresistibly merged into his forehead, touching the Blood God's divine frame and some fully connected divine units.
The godhead frame emitted a dazzling red light like an explosion, like a volcano erupting. Heras felt like he was inflating like a balloon. The blood god's rage reached its peak, and all the bones in his body began to break.
"I'm dead...Thank God for allowing me to live for another week in this strange universe..." Heras had given up resistance. He was unable to control this raging collision of divine power, so he could only advance it in advance.
Mourning for yourself.
A deafening heartbeat suddenly sounded in the silent night.
The heartbeat carries an ancient will that seems to transcend time and space, and the desolate and wild meaning makes everyone who hears it feel a sense of fear that it will be turned into dust by the years.
The furnishings in Heras's room were shattered by what could be called a loud heartbeat, and the crisp sound of glass came and went. Almost all the magic crystal lamps were shattered, and the fragments of the floor-to-ceiling windows were also shaken far away.
Then the second heartbeat sounded, louder than the previous one. The God-given soul in front of his forehead that had not been fully integrated was shaken into scattered brilliance, and the blue moonlight condensed in front of the bed disappeared immediately.
The third heartbeat sounded, just like the thunder of divine punishment hitting the earth, and every noble manor located in the suburbs could feel the obvious vibration.
With a "boom", accompanied by the third heartbeat, Heras's head was exploded into splatters of blood!