Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Primordial Gods' Housekeeping Skills
"Hiccup~"
Tourje, who came out of the storage ring, burped comfortably.
After devouring hundreds of tons of flesh essence, it had now grown in size. Qi Yuan wondered if this guy would be so happy if he found that when an ordinary microwave oven couldn't fit his current body, and he could no longer enjoy the stimulation of microwave massage.
"Say it." Qi Yuan raised his eyebrows, "You made me work so hard, what progress did you make?" β
"Humph!" Tourye's smug voice came into Qi Yuan's sea of knowledge, "You're watching." β
Suddenly, Qi Yuan felt a strange change in his body, as if his muscles had become a little itchy and began to squirm slowly.
After a long time, he was surprised to find that his strength had increased by about a hundred kilogramsβit was not a temporary increase, but it was really like growing a bunch of muscles.
Qi Yuan even felt that his figure had become a lot stronger!
Although he was a magician who was about to step into the transcendent level, Qi Yuan had never exercised his body muscles.
Originally, he was just an ordinary person, and he looked a little thin. But now, the muscles in the body have become extremely strong, both the pectoral muscles and the deltoid muscles are towering high, and they begin to contract at the waist, and the shape is extremely beautiful. The lines of the muscles all over the body seem to have been carved out with a knife, and it looks like it is full of explosive power.
"How? Awesome, right? Tourje said triumphantly: "This is my housekeeping skill. β
Qi Yuan nodded, he also had to admit that this magic technique was indeed powerful!
In terms of effect, it may not be a big deal. For him, a magician, he didn't fight by physical strength in the first place, and dozens of kilograms of muscles were almost better than nothing.
But! You know, there's never been a magic that can permanently increase the strength of others! Even if it is the divine magic of the Eunice Church, I am afraid it will not be able to do it to this extent.
Qi Yuan suddenly remembered the "Turyelu" he had seen in the underground temple at the beginning.
"No wonder it is written in the records that you can increase the number of priests and warriors in the tribe, it turns out that this aspect depends on this." As Qi Yuan was speaking, he was suddenly stunned, and then his breathing became a little short.
"Wait! Tourye, in the primitive tribe where you were staying, priests should be like magicians, right? β
"It's different, if you want to become a priest, as long as your spiritual power is high enough, it's much simpler than you magicians."
Qi Yuan's eyes lit up, "That is to say, your ability can improve the spiritual power of others?" β
"Hmph, little meaning."
"Then you go on and raise my mental power, the higher the better." Qi Yuan hurriedly urged.
He was still worried about how to increase his strength after entering the transcendent level. Aside from the transcendent magic of Death Plague, even Yohote had no other magic that could damage his body and increase his strength.
And relying solely on radiation is obviously very restrictive.
"I can't do it." Tourje did not hesitate to veto.
Qi Yuan was stunned: "Why?" β
"Faith is not enough, just now, I have accumulated almost half a year of faith, and I have used it all. Use it again, and I'm going to fall asleep. β
Qi Yuan's eyes widened: "Then why don't you increase my mental power, I'm a magician, what are you doing to increase my strength!" β
"That's right." Qi Yuan suddenly noticed that something was wrong, and frowned: "Why didn't you pass on this magic technique to me at that time?" Didn't tell me either? β
"I can't pass it on, I can't pass it on, this is my natural ability, if it was hundreds of thousands of years ago, maybe I could still do it, but now if I want to pass it on to you, the belief cost is not enough for one thousandth."
"Talent?" Qi Yuan asked, "What is it?" β
Tourje proudly, "As a god, I am naturally different from you humans. I was born with the runes of this divine art in the sea of consciousness, and the divine arts I created at the beginning were the ones I obtained from studying those runes. β
"Born to be there?" Qi Yuan's heart moved, he had never heard of this kind of magic that could directly enhance physical strength and mental power. But it sounded like it made him extremely excited.
"Looks like it's time to start collecting faith." Qi Yuan's face showed a thoughtful expression.
"It is definitely not possible to directly win over believers, that is, to directly make peace with countless extraordinary powerhouses up and down." Qi Yuan vetoed the idea at the beginning.
Neither building a church nor wooing believers can be done in secret. A small fight like Colin Sutton is not destined to make the climate.
If it is made a big deal and is discovered by many strong people in Johto, in addition to the goddess of magic, can another on Nanlin Star absorb the gods of faith. One can imagine how the people of the Eunice Church will react.
His current strength, wanting to compete with such a big country is completely a fool's dream.
"Then there's only one other way......"
Qi Yuan sighed, if he wanted to make a small move, he could only find a way to secretly gather the wool of the goddess of magic.
It's a real hassle to get so much wool. Although it won't make the sheep bald, if it can't be discovered, it will be enough for Qi Yuan to have a headache.
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Barsoton, Eunice Church.
A pastor with the materials in his hand, excitedly ran to a quiet room, and said respectfully to the two people inside:
"Bishop Cleo, Bishop Karen. Got it! The man the Cardinal is looking for has appeared! β
Hearing this, the two people in the quiet room quickly stood up.
A black-robed man with a thin figure and a scar on his eyebrows said, "Really? Where is he now? Give me the information! β
"Bishop Cleo, I just detected that this person has appeared in the city of Roho in Nagoso, and the location is not moved for the time being."
"Karen, let's go now!" The thin man looked at his companion next to him and frowned, "Karen, what are you thinking?" β
Another pale, slightly sickly bishop named Cullen had a pensive look in his eyes and a hoarse voice, "I'm wondering how he made his place disappear from the net. β
Cleo shrugged his shoulders and grinned, revealing two rows of teeth: "Who knows, maybe a powerhouse at that level above the transcendent may have some special skills." β
"Forget it, let's get out of here." Cullen glanced at his companion and admonished, "Cleo, you must remember to restrain your temper. Be polite, for if you anger this strong man, we may not be able to come back alive to see Lord Paul. β