"It's Beowulf! That damn man got in my father's way! Oleg gritted his teeth. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Grande nodded, "That's right, that man named Beowulf is better than your father, take the championship trophy from him, after that, Beowulf left the Far East to seek enlightenment in the New World, your father thought that the opportunity had come, and tried to continue to advance his ambitions, but unfortunately he had a defeat after all, and a championship alone was not enough to win the lord's succession, he needed more prestige, stronger power, and more helpers...... The most important thing is that he is no longer young and needs to quickly establish a reliable heir to his life's work, so he puts more effort into raising excellent young people, including his son, and even more of a genius he values—the only young girl in this century to receive divine grace from Mokesh. ”

"Andreya......" Oleg whispered the name that tingled his heart.

"Yes, Sergei has pinned a lot of hopes on you and Andrea, he hopes that one day you can inherit the throne of the lord, and Andrea will take charge of the religion as a high priest, and promote the glory of Mokesh in the secular and religious realms, if you two young people get married again, it will be the most perfect ending for him, but unfortunately he looked away, Andrea is not a believer in Mokesh, her magic comes from Tiamat."

"The girl hid it well, but she couldn't escape the eyes of my lord, who revealed the scandal to Sergei in a divine way, he still didn't want to believe the truth, and when the truth came to him, it was too late to undo it, Andrea defeated his son to win the championship, and the magic she performed contained the evil power of Tiamat, which was a power that only the dragon god priest could grasp, and her essence was no longer hidden......"

"Just as our lord bestowed Sergei's grace on him in the name of Tomoksh, and the treacherous Mother of Dragons tried to do the same, such a blatant land grabbing was certainly not tolerated by my lord, so he exposed the girl's lies through Sergei's hand and expelled her from Kitland."

Grande sighed, and continued: "This turn of events completely disrupted Sergei's arrangements, and when he gathered his courage and tried to take the throne himself, another unfortunate news came - his old enemy Beowulf had returned from the New World and became Kord's chosen one, claiming to spread Kord's faith in Kitland...... You know what happened after that, I don't have to waste my lips and tongues, in short, Sergei tried and struggled, but unfortunately in the end they all failed, and the twenty-year appointment passed in a blink of an eye, and he did not fulfill his promise in his life, and failed to become the real king of the city. ”

And then ...... My father ......" Oleg's voice trembled, because he already had a premonition of what would happen to his father.

"Then it's time to settle the accounts," said Grande, whose face was blank and his voice was cold, "since your father has not been able to fulfill the agreement, he can only lose the bet and give his soul to my lord Hexsto, and his body to my lord's apostle, who will continue this unfinished gamble, and that person is me, Grande from the fortress of war." ”

"When did you start taking possession of my father's body?" Oleg couldn't help but ask.

Grande waved his hand and said proudly: "In fact, I don't like this old and weak body, but unfortunately I have to do this in order to deceive Kitland, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that my lord also promised Sergei a compensation, since he is no longer there, this compensation will fall on you." ”

"What compensation?"

"Hehe, just wait and see."

Grande strode over to the statue of Mokesh and pressed his hand to the center of the goddess's plump breast.

"You can't do that!" Enraged by his blasphemous, Oleg rushed to try to stop him, but a pillar of golden light fell from the sky and blasted through the dome of the temple to illuminate the statue of Mokesh.

"It's ...... The power of divinity ......" Oleg was dumbfounded, "which god is coming to earth, Hexto?" ”

"Not my lord, but the Mokesh whom you worship." Gland was bathed in divine brilliance, and his whole body began to deform violently, and his body quickly swelled into a majestic giant twenty-five feet high, wearing magical leather armor and a blood-red cloak painted with Hexto's evil emblem, and he suddenly restored the true face of the Purgatory Titan.

"How is this possible......" Oleg's mind went blank as he looked up at the holy image of Mokesh, which was infused with divinity.

"yes, how is that possible? Of course, an extremely weakened god has no power left to create a saint or a doppelganger, thanks to our lord Hexsto's infinite divine power to escort her to the last trace of divinity, from now on there will be no Mokesh's divine kingdom in the outer plane, if she wants to regain the divine throne, she will have to start from a mortal and start all over again. ”

"Where is she?" Oleg looked around, his face full of eagerness.

"Here she is, not in physical form, but in pure divine spirit." Grande grabbed Oleg and pushed him to the statue that shrouded divinity, "In this main material plane, pure spirit cannot exist stably, and only by combining with matter can the divinity have a chance to re-canonize the gods, your goddess needs a healthy and fresh body as a divine vehicle, what are you hesitating about?" Kiss her, and your fate will change. ”

For some reason, Oleg suddenly felt the urge to choke, held back his tears, knelt in front of the idol in the most solemn posture, and kissed the spindle in the hand of the goddess with trembling lips.

Rumble! The temple shook violently, and the golden divinity poured into Oleg's body like a torrent, instantly changing the essence of his soul.

From now on, he no longer lives for himself, he is Oleg and he is Mokesh.

The path back to the throne opens the door to him, and if he does not reach the top, he will be destroyed.

"My lord didn't choose the wrong seed, you are really pious enough, firm enough!" Grande couldn't help but rejoice at the sight of Oleg successfully receiving the last divinity of Mokesh.

Normally, it is almost impossible for a mortal to withstand divinity, just as a cardboard box cannot hold hot magma, unless the mortal is very compatible with divinity and is the chosen or even descendant of that deity.

Mokesh no longer has the strength to create the elect, but Oleg's piety is no less than that of the real elect, which is the root of his ability to fit perfectly with Mokesh's divinity. Grande was not envious of this, Mokesh's divinity was too weak, and if he wanted to return to the godhood, Oleg would take the path that could not be compared to the sky.

Even if he can get his wish, he is just a demigod, only worthy of being a god who waving the flag and shouting at Hexto's feet, and Grande values the benefits of divinity itself.

That's right, no matter how weak the divinity is, it is also divinity, just like a little spark can dispel the darkness and illuminate the night sky, no matter how strong the power of the mortal world is, it is difficult to suppress the divinity, even if it is a legendary lock.

"Come with me."

Grande patted Oleg on the shoulder, turned and walked outside the temple gate.

"Where to go?" The divinity obtained out of thin air made Oleg feel that his strength was increasing every minute, and maintaining this state, he could be promoted to the quasi-legendary realm in less than two months, and the increase in strength also strengthened his self-confidence, and he had a little confidence when speaking to Grande.

"Martyr's Tower." Grande said without looking back. (To be continued.) )