With the extreme decline of his divine power, the range of Ciric's sensing ability has become very small. But after all, it used to be a powerful divine power, and the number of believers was extremely large, so even in the remote part of the Black Forest, it could find a dozen people who prayed to it.

These believers have not received a response from the 'dark sun' for many years, but tonight it was a stroke of luck. Ciric regains his senses, accepts prayers again, bestows divine magic, and gives guidance to his followers.

In front of the believers, the god of murder is exalted, majestic and powerful, and extremely mysterious. In the face of this moody deity, no one does not tremble and maintain the utmost humility and respect.

Zhou Qingfeng gathered around Ciric like a curious baby, watching how he communicated with believers, how he collected the power of faith, how he bestowed divine magic, gave guidance, and guided believers to practice their will.

It's just that Uncle Zhou's level is too low, just like he suddenly ran into a supercomputer when he usually played with a PC. Even if this supercomputer is dilapidated and incapable, the details of its architecture, algorithms and connections are not something he can understand.

Uncle Zhou didn't understand it after reading it for a long time, so he only urged vigorously: "Ciric, ask your believers to order food." Let them offer some sacrament. ”

"Shut up, boy. Do you think I still need to eat like this? Ciric was furious. It's a skull now, and of course it doesn't need to eat.

Uncle Zhou put his hands on his waist, "Ciric, pay attention to your attitude." You're living with me now, and you're an uninvited tenant. I am the greatest mercy if I do not drive you away. Isn't it reasonable to charge you some rent? ”

It has been almost a thousand years since Ciric became a god, and no one has ever dared to speak to him like that.

This kind of crooked reasoning can also be said by Zhou Qingfeng, and after finishing speaking, he is still urging to get something to eat.

The god of murder was so angry that he was about to scream. But it finally regained its sanity, and it was really afraid that Zhou Qingfeng would make trouble, so it had to issue an oracle to its followers - get some sacrament.

O oracle, what believer would dare to disobey?

The 'dark sun' finally responded to the believers, but this demand could not be met?

Even though there is a shortage of supplies in the Black Forest at present, more than a dozen believers are not waiting for idlers. They didn't think much about why the God of Murder wanted communion, only that they had to meet the needs of the 'dark sun'.

Most of the followers of Ciric are not of low status. So in the middle of the night, there was a commotion in more than a dozen human settlements in the Black Forest. The cook, who knew how to cook, was dragged out of the bed and forced by the believers of the 'Dark Sun' to hurry up and get some exquisite communion.

"I said I don't have to waste so much time, just get some bread, hot water or something." Zhou Qingfeng was still in a hurry to save the little girl who was hungry and cold, so he didn't have time to wait.

Ciric scolded angrily: "God of murder, if a believer gives me a piece of moldy bread and two pieces of foul-smelling jerky are gone, how can I exert my power?" I'm shameless! ”

One man and one god glared at each other and did not compromise with each other.

In the White Raven Village, a warrior monk got up in the middle of the night to pray to the gods. As a believer in Dark Sun, he has not received a response from the God of Murder for years.

Originally, tonight was just a routine, but I didn't expect the mysterious 'Dark Sun' to respond, receiving the power of faith contributed by the warrior monk, and bestowing several low-level divine arts.

This response made the warrior monk ecstatic.

Note that in the world of swords and sorcery, the warrior monk is just a very unique adventure class, not necessarily a good person, and has nothing to do with the monk.

They can actually be seen as ascetics, they are not allowed to wear armor, they are not allowed to use weapons, and at most they wear fist gloves. Attack and defense are all based on their hard-earned skills.

The high-level warrior monk moves like the wind, attacks like electricity, and once he strikes, he can give his opponent a continuous blow. But the low-level warrior monks suffered a lot in battle, worse than cannon fodder-like warriors, and they had to rely on the divine skills given by the gods to strengthen themselves.

But Ciric has become a psychopath in recent years, and if he does not respond to the calls of believers, he will not be able to give magic and guidance. The power of the Dark Sun's church suddenly degraded greatly, and many people had to convert to other gods.

The warrior monk also thought about converting, but converting would mean starting all over again. It's equivalent to changing the algorithm and database for programming, and even the architecture for it, which is really terrible. It was this hesitation that waited for a 'miracle'.

Ciric is back.

Ahaha...... I will glorify my Lord!

The lucky warrior monk was dancing with joy, and this time he received a lot of magic from the God of Murder, which was enough to increase his strength by more than fifty percent. After all, now Ciric is too weak, and he has to be generous and win people's hearts.

When the prayer was over, Shirek gave another oracle - to get me something to eat.

No, get communion.

This oracle made the warrior monk jump straight - only the believers closest to the gods would receive the oracle.

This is the equivalent of a summons from the gods!

It's so rare.

The monk's first instinct was that he had to meet the requirements of the 'Dark Sun', and no matter how difficult it was, it had to be done.

But what is Holy Communion?

In order to hone their will and skills, the warrior monks reduce their requirements for life to a minimum.

While other adventurers came to the Black Forest to make money, this warrior monk came to challenge himself in this barren and bitter cold place. He didn't even have much money, just a few sticks of hard bread in his backpack, plus a jug of cold water.

For a while, this is the only thing the warrior monk can get. He also felt that it was too simple to dedicate this to the gods, but Shirek made another oracle - what you usually eat is the sacrament.

It's best to heat it up.

Marco heard two voices in his head. One is majestic, atmospheric, with great pressure; The other one is frivolous, urging, and full of impatience. It's the latter that says it's going to 'heat it up'.

Still want to heat it up?

Of course, it was too cold, and the hard bread was frozen like a stone, and a few teeth would break out if you bite it. The water in the pot is also cold, and you will have diarrhea if you drink it.

Marco hurriedly took out the best preserved loaf of brown bread from his backpack, as well as a jug of water. As for heating, he simply used the 'Flame Strike Technique' he had just obtained, and breathed fire with both hands to make the bread and water hot to the point of piping hot.

As soon as all this was done, the bread and water on the table disappeared immediately. There was only one ...... left in the air, "Well done, you are the first to complete the sacrament and deserve a reward." ”

The lucky warrior monk was stunned on the spot, and he heard the majestic voice in his head gritting his teeth, the kind that wanted to go crazy. He also thought that if he didn't do a good job, he would be punished by the moody 'dark sun', but he didn't want to......

Ciric was on fire and had nowhere to vent. It had to reward the warrior monk and give him guidance on his cultivation, while watching Zhou Qingfeng leave his divine domain with hot bread and water bottles—finally sending the scourge away.