"In the twelfth period, the injury experience is exactly the same, those humanoid monsters have begun to look at me with fear, all the options that can be chosen seem to have been chosen, I think I should give it a shot.

I chose to wake up my teammates and immediately inject psionic energy into the goat's skull, borrowing the power of the gods might be a viable idea. See the next article for results. ”

This is the end of the recording, and Ernacillin is feeling very bad now, very bad.

He's still here trying to find a way to find a way to help the gods, and this is unsuccessful.

Combined with his previous experience, he seriously doubted that as long as he went out, he would instantly lose his previous memories and start the cycle again, otherwise why would he choose to complete everything in space every time he recorded?

Anacylicillin couldn't figure out what to do now.

He flipped through the paper in his hand, his mind racing to try to find something inside.

Wait, if it's not enough to ask for help from one god, what about many? Enercillin suddenly felt as if he had found a way out.

He picked up the pen and began to write down the notes on the paper:

"In the thirteenth period, the injuries are exactly the same, maybe I can try to get help from multiple gods.

I know a limited number of gods, and I plan to wake up my teammates and ask for as many gods as I can.

By the way, write down the conclusions I've come to so far: 1. I won't be affected by illusions, what I see is real, 2. All the loops will be different, but the result will be basically the same. ”

After writing this, Enercillin put the paper in his hand back in its place, and the previous thirteen experiences proved that he would definitely think of recording his experiences, and then he would definitely find them.

Wake up Delcons and the others one by one, and briefly recount their previous experiences in their shocked expressions from doubt to doubt.

Enacyrin suspected that he had done this he had done it I don't know how many times.

As if to confirm what he had said, Lux, Lea, and Miette looked at the three very conspicuous wounds on his body at the same time, indeed matching the very sensitive monster in his impression.

"According to you, what should we do now?" Leah yawned, memories and experiences were constantly circulating, but her body was actually going through more than a dozen battles of the same intensity, which would be very exhausting.

"Pray to all the gods we know, preferably the kind that is close to the creatures of the world. ”

"All?!" Miyette's eyes widened, unable to believe that such words were coming from the mouth of a god's family.

"All. Anacyrin nodded, "I tried to communicate with the Lord during the last cycle, and it turned out...... We're still here to discuss countermeasures. ”

"But as a member of the Lord's family, you can't contact the Lord, so how can we get in touch with the gods that we've never believed?" asked Lea, who didn't know anything about gods or anything like that.

"As soon as you hear it, you know you haven't even been to the service on Sunday. Ed shook his head and began to educate her about it:

"Prayer is the simplest ritual of connecting with God. But because it's too simple, the probability of success is limited.

But if there are many people praying together, then the success rate will be as high as 90 percent, which is why we have Sundays and 'Grace Day'. ”

After listening to Ed's popularity, Leah was stunned, but after thinking about it, she found that they couldn't meet this condition at all now:

"But we're not a lot of people, are we? not even enough people in a small church......

"If different devotees gather together to pray to their respective gods, the success rate is incredibly high. ”

Rien, who hadn't spoken for a long time, added.

"How high will it be?" said Miette, who had never been to a similar event, for the first time.

"One hundred percent. Lux said, and Ernacillirin suddenly noticed that the seemingly cold swordsman had unexpectedly learned about the occult realm.

"Such a high ......" Delcons, who didn't know much about this kind of thing, suddenly had a picture of believers of different faiths praying together, and the gods they believed in were competing with each other to respond quickly.

"Well, we use the most efficient method of writing down all the gods we know and praying at the same time. Eneracylin's tone was flat, he was now so busy thinking about how to pray to Minno and Momo, he didn't know what their names were.

Perhaps, it would be useful to pray directly by my real name? Alas, it seems that I can only hope that the two of you will tell me my real name. Ernacillic sighed a little wistfully.

............

Enasilin held a piece of paper in his hand, and the long list of god names on it was somewhat unexpected.

Although some gods may have been made up, the list is too long.

The true gods of the Society, the Demon Ancestor of the Order, Achino, the goddess of water that Enasilin had seen with his own eyes, and the Silver and White Gods, who were said to be small but in fact highly known according to the believers.

As for the other belief that the Guild promoted, psionics, Enerasilin had reservations, he wasn't sure if the god was a fabrication or if it would be useful to pray to him.

The rest of the list are some truly lesser gods: the goddess of fire, the goddess of cold and poverty, the lord of the sea, the goddess of thunder and lightning, the god of waves and wealth......

Everyone has reservations about these gods, after all, they feel very far-fetched to look at the names of the gods.

If you count Mr. Minno and Miss Momo, there may be six gods in effect...... It should be fine. Anaxicillin

Each chose a few gods to start praying, and due to their sensitive identities, Eddard, Enaicillin, and Ryne prayed to the Demon Ancestor at the same time before daring to pray to the other gods.

“...... I pray to you, to save me from suffering, to free me from this infinite cycle. "Enerasilin prayed the same prayer to all the gods to whom he had been allocated.

In the end, he chose to pray to the psionic energy as well, maybe it would work?

............

A dilapidated grass hut somewhere in the extreme cold.

For the first time in a long time, Itlander had heard prayers addressed to him.

As a god of cold and poverty, He had no followers other than the race he had truly sheltered in the first place.

The reason is that in his god's name, cold and poor, it does not look like a god who will shelter the believers.

In fact, Eitlander was very wronged, and he did control both, but not only did he give people cold and poverty, but he could also protect people from cold and poverty, even at the cost of suffering both on his own behalf.

In short, he was so hurt by his own name that the only thing that comforted him a little was the god of waves and wealth, who was often dismissed as an apocryphal god because of two unrelated authorities.

Itlande listened carefully to the prayer, it was a young man's voice, which was supposed to be gentle and slightly low, but it was deliberately suppressed by his master, and it looked a little hoarse.

This voice seems to come from the sea, and the sound of the waves can be faintly heard.

Itlander frowned slightly confused, wondering why a human would pray to him at the bottom of the sea.

“...... Let's check it out. He pondered in silence for a moment, but finally decided to take a look, and judging by the prayers, the little believer seemed to be in great trouble.

............

"Will this really be useful?" said Leah, who had finished her prayer, had undisguised suspicion on her face, and it took a lot of her brain cells to come up with five or six different prayers.

Ernacillin had just finished praying to the god of waves and wealth, and when he heard Leah's question, he nodded and said, "Try it, it's better than waiting for death in vain." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the black-red goat skull around his neck began to exude a suffocating sense of fear.

Ernacillin only felt that his eyes were suddenly covered in pitch black, and in the darkness, there was an even darker darkness.

Azino's playful voice suddenly appeared in his mind:

"Pretty smart. ”

He did not hesitate to praise him, but then his words made Ernacillin feel very bad:

"Itlander and Arri are both about to fight outside, and the reason is—heh, I heard it's for my dear family. ”

He sneered, and Enacyrin felt chills all over his body and couldn't breathe. It was as if a cold hand had grabbed his neck.

"You may not know who they are, but do the gods of cold and poverty and the gods of waves and wealth sound all familiar?"

"It's said that they heard the exact same prayers, and that one of the three prayers I heard was the same as theirs, is it a coincidence?"

“......”

Ernacillin remained silent, he had intended to pray to the true god and the silver god with the same prayers, but was stopped by Ed and Miyette.

"Why don't you just contact me with the sigil, it's the easiest way to do it?" Azino seemed to figure out a chair and sat down, the darkness in front of Enercillin that was much deeper than the darkness around him.

"Tried it, but it didn't seem to work. Enacylin's voice trembled, a normal reaction to Azino, who would feel the most primitive and terrible fear as soon as he appeared.

“...... So you came up with the idea of praying to the gods?"

Ernacillin nodded tremblingly, admitting decisively.

“......”

Azino didn't speak again, and Enacyrin only saw the darkness in front of him move, and the light reappeared in his eyes.

Leah and the others were not far away, except for Ed's face with a little less obvious fanaticism, the rest of the people's expressions were very solemn.

Seeing Ernacillin's gaze refocused, they dared to relax.

Ernacillin sat there and breathed a sigh of relief, God knows how weak he was just now, he admitted that he wanted to be lazy, but this is also for a reason, he didn't know that these two were real gods, and he didn't expect them to fight because of this.