Half a day passed quickly, the sky grew dark, and the moon of miracles of the King of the Eternal Night rose as promised. Heras slowly opened his eyes, the method he was trying was extremely damaging to the biological brain, but the damage was acceptable to him.

He had already transferred the information from the biological brain to the quantum brain, and set the quantum brain as the center of the body, and now it would have no effect on him even if he removed the damaged half of the biological brain.

Heras meditated on the prayers of the Lord of the Night, inheriting the memories of a former magical genius, and he was no stranger to the various texts of the moon god.

No one has ever tried this, not to mention the serious brain damage that is bound to occur. It is not possible to maintain the simulation of the will of the Godhead while at the same time entering a state of prayer of selflessness – the ways in which the bloodline and the divine are in pursuit of power are in conflict with each other.

If a Bloodline or Spellcaster wants to become a Divine Favorite, he must first force himself to forget about the power of the Bloodline or the power of magic and enter a state of prayer. If you are lucky enough to be taken care of by the gods, the blood power and magic power will be purified by the divine power while receiving the divine power.

"May the Lord of the Eternal Night not look after me, a liar. Heras was apprehensive to think that this was the worst-case outcome, though it was likely to happen very little. He just wanted to use prayers to stimulate the blood god's latent bloodline ability, although he didn't care about the brain damage in the process. But if the moon god does drop his powers, the consequences are unpredictable, and there is no record of this in any of the texts, in fact he was the first to do so.

"Building a Reading Data Analysis Task: Godhead-Will Simulation. "He was consciously giving instructions to the quantum brain. The background of the quantum brain immediately programmed the virtual will, and at this moment Heras felt as if he had a second personality. After generating the virtual will, the Godhead simulation is completed almost instantaneously.

"It seems that this iron head has much more computing power than I estimated. "Having completed the first crucial step, Heras is in a good mood.

Then he knelt down in front of the blue moon, looking down at the moonlight that fell on the curtains. Control the quantum brain to adjust your mood and make your mood peaceful and ethereal.

Humility, awe, and longing for the soft moonlight of Ampharon soon filled Heras's heart. These virtual emotions even moved him to tears.

"Isn't it too much, I can't help myself," Heras smuttered.

The contents of the Anfalian Moon Sacred Prayer slowly flowed through his mind, and Heras began to pray "devotionally" with his controlled vocal cords following the prayers of the Holy Scriptures.

It was the first time he had spoken since he came to Ampharon, and his controlled vocal cords emitted a beautiful and pleasant elven language, like a beautiful and graceful elven girl's awe-inspiring soft song. If someone who doesn't know what is going on sees this scene, they must think that he is the high priest of the moon god

Heras's body began to heat up, his ears began to ring, and he could faintly hear the roar of infinite rage. The Bloody King's god surname was stimulated by this behavior! The bloodthirsty and tyrannical madness rushed straight to the top of his head, but they were all shielded by the quantum brain one by one.

As the bones of the whole body trembled, those divine blood cells with the memory of the godhead began to slowly divide, and the life energy absorbed and stored in them in the past could not be controlled and vented.

"Work harder. "Heras had no intention of stopping. He recited another prayer of praise, a eulogy to the King of the Night's defeat of the King of Blood with her gentle and glorious authority—the ultimate description of the stupidity of the King of Blood and the supreme power of the King of the Night.

As the blood cells of the gods began to divide wildly, Heras felt that the blood vessels of his crippled creature had ruptured and bleed. If it were the other bloodline, they would have died by this time.

The devotion to the Moon God and the extreme denigration of the Blood God have completely activated the blood king's bloodline, but instead of strengthening Heras's body, the wrath of the god is rapidly destroying his functions.

"It's good to get through it, as long as the bloodline can be activated, you can become a full-fledged knight, even if it is weaker than ordinary knights because of the destruction of the function, but at least you have the power to protect yourself. Heras thought through gritted teeth, shielding out the excruciating pain in his body.

With a pop, a large amount of blood mist glowing red erupted around his body, and a virtual will began to appear in the center of his eyebrows, simulating the Godhead framework, and then some subtle Godhead units appeared.

"The last step! Once the Divine Personality Unit is linked, it will be able to guide the growth of the bloodline. Heras was nervous and expectant. As long as he could control the growth of the bloodline, he would be able to suppress the wrath of the god in no time.

In the midst of this torment, Heras suddenly noticed that his surroundings had become blue, and at some point the moonlight had shone in front of his bed through the floor-to-ceiling windows!

"The moon god is really going to rain down divine power!?? "At this moment, Heras is full of ghosts, and things are really going in the worst direction!

On the road leading to the noble manor on the outskirts of Daronville, a carriage ran rapidly. The galloping black steed is unusually majestic, and every time it falls its hooves, it smashes a noticeable depression into the hard dirt road.

The coachman looked at the blue moon in the sky and shouted exaggeratedly to the carriage behind him: "Young Master Sarode, do you see that today's moon is a little abnormal?"

"It should be that there is a moon god sacrifice near the capital city praying. Salold said absent-mindedly, because of the stinger that had been pierced in his heart, he could not wait to hurry back to the manor as soon as he said goodbye to the Baroque master.

Although the empire is vast, many of it is desert, so the nobles try to build a good relationship with the elves in order to deal with the wind and sand disasters in their territory. The Quicksand Empire is the only human kingdom in Anfaron that prohibits the trade of elven slaves.

However, the Imperial Royalty was unimpressed, they loved the desert, and starting with the Founding Emperor Andoromai Barrian, at least half of the royal family served the Anfalian geodetic, the King of Mostraka Oshas Quicksand. This is a new deity, but his power is comparable to that of the ancient gods of Anpharaon, and the kingdom of God was given the title of god-king as soon as he was born.

Since the spread of the King of Quicksand's faith is limited to the vast sandy lands outside the northwestern border of the Quicksand Empire and the Strange Rock Kingdom, and he has always been neutral to the Divine War, coupled with his great power, the gods want him to protect the origin of the plane. Therefore, his kingdom does not operate in the inner void, but is fixed in the deepest part of the plane.

Sarod wished that he was now a mid-level mage and could fly back to the Marquis de Leolan's estate. Heras was not affected by the impact of the soul, and he always had a lingering haze in his heart.

Soon the carriage drove into the gate of Leolan's house, and before it could stop the carriage, it was opened, and a cold air escaped from it, and Salrod, who was in a white shirt and black trousers, hurried out of it, and took off the silver chain monolithic eye, and he immediately walked towards Heras's bedroom.

"Master Sarode, Lord Marquis is waiting for you in the laboratory. The sudden emergence of the man from the shadows startled Salrod, and the soul shock almost unleashed involuntarily.

The butler Goode humbly bowed to him: "If you have time, it is better to go now." ”

Sarod took a deep breath and calmed down his inner agitation before slowly nodding.

"Young Master, please follow me closely. Goode bowed humbly again. Sarod didn't dare to follow lightly, and he didn't know how many dangerous magic traps there were on the way to the Marquis's laboratory, and these deadly traps didn't know that he was the second son of the Marquis.

Heras held his breath as he stared at the condensing moonlight, all his disguises gone, no longer reverence and no more peace. But the moon god seemed to have decided that he was a devout believer, and from the moonlight there was a halo as blue as the sea, light and soft as a tulle.

If a luna believer receives this gift in prayer, he will go crazy with joy. Heras felt nothing but chills all over his body, and he cursed his fate while praying to the moon god to take back the gift.

But the god-given soul slowly and unstoppably melted into his forehead, touching the Blood God's Godhead frame and some fully linked Godhead units.

The Godhead frame glowed like an explosion, like a volcano erupting, and Heras felt himself inflate like a balloon, and the blood god's fury reached a peak, and the bones of his body began to break inch by inch.

"I'm dead, thank God for letting me live another week in this strange universe" Heras had already given up his resistance, he was powerless to control this surging divine power rush, and could only mourn for himself in advance.

A deafening heartbeat suddenly sounded in the silence of the night.

The heartbeat carried an ancient will that seemed to transcend time and space, and the desolate and wild meaning made everyone who heard it have a sense of fear that they would be turned into dust by the years.

Heras's room was shaken by what could be called a loud heartbeat, and the crisp sound of glass came and went. The magic crystal lamp was almost completely shattered, and the fragments of the floor-to-ceiling windows were also shaken out of the distance.

Then a second heartbeat sounded, even louder than the previous one, and the god-given soul that had not yet fully integrated in front of his forehead was shaken into a flying brilliance, and the blue moonlight condensed in front of the bed disappeared immediately.

The third heartbeat sounded, like the thunder of divine punishment striking the earth, and the various noble manors located on the outskirts could feel a clear vibration.

With a "boom", with the third heartbeat, Heras's head was blown into a splash of blood!

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