Odin sat down slowly, staring at his wound - his abdomen, burned by the flames of the faceless swordsman, revealed a large patch of charred, white, blood-red tissue, which slowly gathered at a visible rate, and after about an hour, formed a brown blood scab. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He moved his limbs a little, feeling extremely heavy - but much better than he had before he had absorbed the Holy Spring, he finally had a flesh that was slightly stronger than that of a normal human, and he could easily defeat an ordinary mage or inquisitor without relying on a circle to invoke a small amount of Origin power.

Everything went according to his plan, and he used the power of the Paliva priesthood to kill all the trailing nightmares, create ****, and take the opportunity to seize the power in the Sanctuary.

However, his conjecture was confirmed - he was degenerating!

His weakness was not simply due to the growing power of the Origin, but more importantly, he had to face the stages that every demon must go through!

In the hundreds or even thousands of years of lifespan of the demons, they must undergo two or three transformations - each transformation is a wrestling between the gradually awakening origin power and the increasingly powerful flesh, and countless demons burst and die because their bodies could not bear it.

In addition to the races that are born with extremely strong bodies, most demons need to seek strong external forces in the transformation period and shape extremely strong bodies - obviously, this is Odin's extremely deadly point, the human body is much weaker than the demons, and the original power inherited by Odin is much stronger than the ordinary demons!

Therefore, his crisis is far from being eliminated, and is even more urgent than ever, because the membranous wings have already begun to grow!

And now, the enemies he has to face are not only the demons who fly across the distant shadow land, but also the mages and inquisitors of the human sanctuary!

He had to do more - according to the records of the parchment, and the reality he had seen, every human city-state should have powers similar to those of the Paliva Sanctuary, which formed a web against the invasion of demons.

If he could, he would have to gain the power of each city-state with minimal risk. And what he wondered - what was the source of these vast energies - might be able to get the answer, and the problem of metamorphosis could be solved once and for all.

He went to great lengths to seduce Carter, Rose, and Ted because he didn't just want to get the Paliva Spring, he wanted more—and even wanted to use humans against the demon henchmen who were constantly hunting him down.

Taking advantage of the mutual struggle of human interest groups can achieve their desired goals with the least damage than simply using violence. And the cobwebs he laid have quietly stretched out of the city of Paliva and spread to the western borders of the entire empire.

At this point, the city of Paliwa briefly lost order and fell into chaos, and he must build a resistance before the sanctuary can be retaken.

He seeks out Carter Larson and rebuilds his faith from despair. And this young lord needs the support of the shadows behind the scenes, and a group of loyal followers.

Now, everything is ready.

He infiltrated the underground passages of Paliva City, where there was no light at all, water droplets seeping from the reinforced stone walls, and the sound of small dripping water and rat cries echoed everywhere, echoes of footsteps and breathing through his eardrums with each step forward.

Odin lit the flame in his hand and began to search for the whereabouts of the young heir of Paliva.

Soon after, a trembling male voice fell into his ears.

"Get out of the way—Dark Warlock! no! Devil!" the man tried to control his voice, pointing his sword at the pretty young man standing across from him.

In the light of Odin's flames, the screamer showed his face—all the skin was on the towering cheekbones, all around the eye sockets were sunken and gray, the green eyes were bloodshot, and his clothes were tattered and his chest was about to be torn by breath.

"Didn't I say that your wish was granted, and now I have fulfilled my promise - and you do not thank me. Odin was still dressed in black, like a ghost in the flames.

“...... It was the devil who tempted me to betray my faith......" Carter Larson's lips trembled, as if he was trying to control himself from going mad, as if he was making a big decision.

"Isn't that what you've always wanted to do, avenge your father, bleed the Templar, fill the lives of those who sit on thrones—you're only half......-done," Odin tried to get closer to the man who was pointing his sword at him, but the man looked at him with reddened eyes and didn't take a step back.

"Actually—and I've always had a question to figure out—what is God to you. ”

Odin changed his tone and flicked the tip of his sword pointing at his forehead, but the metal blade quickly came back closer.

"The god Osiris gives us power. Carter replied firmly.

"But you've never seen it before—are you so adamant about believing in these ethereal things?" asked Odin.

Carter raised the "Worm" with his other hand and chanted a hymn, and the green mist began to drift around him.

Odin blew lightly—and the mist disappeared into the flames.

This is the miracle of God. Carter remained determined.

"But is my power—the power to destroy the Poppy Theater and to fight against the Holy Priests—from the god Osiris?" said Odin.

"The devil has stolen the power of the true God and given it to those who worship the devil. Carter replied.

Odin didn't answer, he brushed the tip of his sword in front of him again, etched a circle in front of Carter with flames, and drew a triangle in the circle.

"Towards it, unleash your magical powers. From that point of view, it's more realistic to hit me head-on than with a sword. ”

Before the words fell, a poisonous mist passed through the pattern constructed by the flames, and the moment it passed, it suddenly expanded, and the entire corridor was soaked in dense mist.

Odin coughed and gently blew away the poisonous mist around him again.

"Have you ever wondered why the Worm increases your magical powers?" Odin asked.

"The circle is a sacred gift from the true god Osiris. Carter replied, "Every line has to be precise and not allowed to change." ”

"And what is in front of you - why can you also increase your spell power?" Odin continued to induce.

Carter Larson finally lowered his sword, knowing that answering himself at this moment would lead the question in a ridiculous direction.

"This figure comes from a human handscroll tens of thousands of years ago, it is rudimentary, but clear - if you carefully observe the flow of energy, you will find that the power you input is confined to the ring, and then it vibrates with everything around it - this violent reaction is then condensed and output through the triangle - and finally the destructive power is doubled!"

Odin said with some excitement, as if he was really discussing academic issues with Carter.

"The premise is that when you draw the figure, you have to pay full attention, feel and direct the flow of power in order to draw the line in the right place - the slightest difference will become a toddler's doodle. ”

The black-robed warlock continued to show Carter his research: "Look, sprinkle some Mithril powder on it—"

As some fine and dark powder was sprinkled on the flame pattern, the entire gloomy cavern lit up, and the green mist that drifted like a hair instantly condensed, violently reacted with the air, making a sizzling sound, and bursting into cloud after cloud of smoke bombs.

"Because of the rapid conduction of Mithril, you can get twice the output energy, and you can also harvest some explosive effects. ”

Then, Odin looked directly at Carter Larson: "Now, do you still think that all magic power comes from the true god?"