Since falling in love with the cheap boss of Buddha Xiao, the bearded pastor I am your life has changed radically. If the money is not enough, the boss will casually reward a "huge amount" of three or five gold coins; The task is arduous, the boss is invincible with his left and right swords, and has been cutting down the boss monsters of more than 30 levels to the point of hanging by a thread, and then symbolically let him slaughter them "with his own hands"; The equipment is outdated, and the boss casually throws two pieces of equipment out of his backpack, which are "super superb" that he usually can't think of-Of course, for us who are close to level 50, these are all inferior goods that are in the way, worthless to sell, and a pity to throw away-all this can't help but make me your father sincerely glad: the boss is well elected, and he has traveled all over the world and the capes; The boss is right and gets new gear every day!

However, it is very rare to be stupid to be an airwader like my father. Whether it is the use of skills or the practice of tasks, these most basic adventure knowledge Buddha Xiao has to be taught more than a dozen times before he can understand a little bit, causing our human swordsmen to go crazy frequently, and often scold: "How old is your kid this year?" Have you graduated from elementary school? How can you be so stupid? ”

But scolding and scolding, after scolding, Buddha Xiao still tried to teach this rookie with an unenlightened brain.

I wondered why Buddha Xiao would go so hard to carry this useless sycophant, and he replied with a sly smile: "The last time I heard him talk about it, I happened to live in the same city as him. These tattered pieces of equipment are not worth one or twenty gold coins even if they are all sold. But if it's for this rookie, hehe...... Suck ......," the white-clothed swordsman rubbed his hands triumphantly. I couldn't help but take a big gulp of saliva, "...... He promised to invite me to a five-star hotel after the transfer. ”

Although I still can't fully grasp the deep meaning of the Buddha's jokes, at least I know one thing very clearly: the Buddha laugh successfully used these high-level and low-level "broken code" novice equipment to take advantage of the unenlightened priest, and the deceived guy had to thank him for a thousand kindnesses.

In this way, under the escort of Buddha Xiao's escort all the way, it took me less than ten days for my father to "jump" from thirty-one to thirty-five, and successfully crossed the threshold of changing jobs-you know, for us ordinary people with normal IQs. There was nothing to brag about, but for the human priest who had gone from level thirty to level thirty in two weeks, it could be described as a "miracle". It's no wonder that he is grateful to the Buddha Smile boss who has always taken care of him.

Generally speaking, the pious are the first choice for the vast majority of pastors when changing jobs. An advanced career as a priest. The devout will be warmly welcomed in any adventuring party. They can help their teammates regain their vitality faster than the Priest, use a variety of magical skills to improve their stats, and save your life in time if you die on an adventure, saving you the embarrassment of running away from a corpse. Although it is much inferior to mages and warlocks of the same level in terms of magical attack power. However, the devout Believer's support power for the entire adventuring party can make up for the lack of attack power - and even when facing those undead monsters that have come back from the dead, the Devout Believer's divine magic can produce a huge bonus and achieve better attack results.

But. I am the flame of faith in your father's heart, and it seems that he is not content to burn silently in his soul, but wants to express his admiration and reverence for the gods in a more fiery and passionate way. Therefore, he did not make it his career to become a godly believer. Instead, they chose a more difficult and harsh path of faith. He became a religious warrior who guarded the dignity of the shrine with his own body.

Although rare. But there are indeed some people among the many followers of the supreme god Darimus, who have an incomprehensible and extreme understanding of the teachings of the supreme god. To think that faith in God means self-harm and self-abuse -- of course, they don't use that word, they just call it a "trial."

This "trial" includes many unwritten and strange rituals, such as sitting under a huge waterfall for days on end, running wildly in the sun until heat stroke shock, banging your head against a wall 500 times a day, plunging your fingers into the hot iron sand, and so on...... In any case, these foolish trials did produce a number of things they wanted to see, one of which was that those who passed the trials were all men who were physically stronger than ordinary people.

These unclear minds attribute the great change in their constitution to their "trials", which have been approved by the Most High God and given them the gift of divine power. In fact, anyone with a little bit of a mind can see what a logical confusion this is: if any person is able to survive this series of unbelievable suicidal "trials", then his physique must have been much stronger than the others—and those who were not strong enough would have died long ago in the middle of the "trial".

In any case, the number of suicide survivors who have been devastated by religious extremism has increased, and a new sect has gradually emerged, and this sect of believers is known as "warrior monks". Paranoid about their faith, the warrior monks insisted that the protection of the High God was the best protection they could receive, and therefore refused to wear all metal armor; At the same time, they also firmly believe that the "holy and righteous iron fist" bestowed on them by the Supreme God is invincible, so they are only willing to use their fists against the enemy, and strongly reject all weapons except special equipment such as "fist gloves".

The formidable body structure created by long-term inhuman experience, coupled with the divine magic power obtained in exchange for pious faith, has indeed caused the warrior monks to create many combat skills that are unique to them, mainly some auras with different uses. These auras are not limited by magic or time, and once activated, they will always be wrapped around the monk's body, serving as a variety of defensive effects.

I know an aura skill that is very illustrative of the spiritual and psychological state of the warrior monks. It's called "Holy Light Reflection". When this sacred aura surrounds the monk, it absorbs a percentage of melee physical damage, and multiplies the damage absorbed to the enemy who cast the attack. You can fully imagine what a masochistic combat skill this can be: in order to inflict more damage on the enemy, those psychologically twisted warrior monks eagerly await more attacks from the other side, and while being devastated, they still enjoy the perverted pleasure of taking revenge on the enemy with their bodies. In this way, they faithfully practiced the divine precept of the Most High God, "If someone hits you on the left cheek, you should stretch out your right cheek for him to continue", and this kind of suicide attack is an inhumane act of terrorism for anyone.

In general. The so-called "warrior monks" are a group of religious maniacs who have extremely developed limbs and like to drill the horns of the bull. They thought they were blessed by the gods - but in the eyes of normal people like us, they were more like they were being fooled by the gods.

Given that I am your father, I once slaughtered tens of thousands of wild boars and wolfdogs with just elementary attack magic

The class beast has not yet had a nervous breakdown, and has tenaciously risen all the way to the "feat of tenacity", and I think the profession of "warrior monk" is simply not suitable for him.

The mission of the Warrior Monk Land is not as difficult as we think. Buddha and I escorted the would-be warrior monk, and I was your father to a place called "Shaomushan Cathedral". Once a sacred place for monks to practice and test, it is now overrun by a group of red-eyed trolls from the Blighted Lands.

We fought our way in, and found a narrow secret room in the backyard of the Cathedral of Shomuro Mountain. As soon as I stepped into the chamber, eighteen magic figurines with a shimmering brass sheen surrounded him, waving their fists. Follow the task prompts. I am your father who must break through this dangerous eighteen bronze magic array alone, rush to the other end of the secret room, and use a red-hot copper pillar to leave a magic imprint on the inside of his arm, in order to pass the trial of the warrior monk.

These brass figures presumably possess some sort of unique magical discernment. Aiming all the goals at me who participated in the trial, I was your father, and ignored me and the Buddha's smile. We would have liked to join the fight and help our poor monk-to-be. But this strange secret room is probably specially prepared for warrior monks who participate in trials. The magic ban makes it impossible for us outsiders to get close to the warband. I can only watch me be your father in a bitter battle.

There is a noble sentiment called "pity" in this world, when you have this feeling. When witnessing the abuse of the weak, he will be unbearable and show mercy to his subordinates. Now my heart was filled with this strong feeling, and I even felt that in this moment, I had poured out all the mercy that I had accumulated in this life.

Sadly, you obviously can't expect these eighteen bronze dolls to understand the deep meaning of "mercy" - they are very good at creating objects of pity. Although these puppets do not hold any weapons in their hands, their heavy metal fists are a powerful weapon in their own right. When these fists slammed into my father's face, there was a series of popping bean-like crunching sounds, which made people feel a toothache just by listening to it.

When thirty-six stout metal cylinders slam into your face like a piledriver, slapping your nose almost as flat as your lips, do you already feel like the unluckiest person in the world? To take your comfort in the fact that, as far as I know, there's at least one more unlucky person than you, and that's your dad as we're struggling with our job transfer.

When he was beaten by eighteen bronze puppets, the followers of the Supreme God tried to fight back, but he soon found out in despair that these extremely unkind bronze puppets were completely immune to his divine magic, and did not even cause a symbolic damage or two. Without the protection of divine magic, the believers of this supreme god are not much better than a bearded human target. The only difference between the two, as far as I can see, is that when he is beaten, he erupts into a terrible wail.

Under the violent old fist of the eighteen bronze men, I am your father was beaten to the point that his skin was broken and blood was splashed, and the restrictive scenes appeared again and again, which strongly stimulated me and Buddha Xiao's sympathy to bear the bottom line. I only felt that my blood was surging, my muscles were tense, and I felt sad in my heart, and the tragic situation of my comrades-in-arms who fought unyieldingly for their faith made my heart feel both respectful and painful, and I really couldn't watch him endure such atrocities anymore.

So...... Belch...... We all turned away.

"How much experience do you have left to reach level fifty?" Buddha asked me with a smile.

"Ahh......hh

"It's a third of the way around, it's almost there." I checked my status and replied.

"Whew...... "I'm your dad screaming unrelentingly, and we continue to ignore it."

"Level 50 will be able to capture the mount, ah......" Buddha smiled with infinite longing.

"Oops...... "I'm your dad and screaming in a different way, and we still ignore it."

"It's not that easy to grab mounts, there are quite a few people at level fifty now, but I've only seen two or three people with mounts." I reminded him.

"My mother...... "I am your father" screamed so fiercely that I almost couldn't help but want to look back with concern, but I hesitated a little, hardened my heart, and continued to ignore it.

"This kind of thing...... "Buddha smiled indifferently," ...... It depends on the character of the ......"

"......, I am your father's miserable cry unexpectedly did not come as expected, but made me feel a little unaccustomed. I turned my head curiously, and saw his stiff body lying on the ground, and eighteen bronze figures standing aimlessly beside him, waiting for him to come back to life before continuing the atrocity he had done.

"His speed is so slow, why hasn't he finished it yet......" Fo Xiao stretched out his thumb and pointed behind him, pouting slightly dissatisfied.

"It doesn't matter, there's nothing urgent anyway." I stretched.

"yes, sit down and talk for a while." Buddha Xiao was probably tired of standing and sat down next to me.

"Okay, what are you talking about?" I sat down too.

"Oops......" The renewed screams indicate that I am your father and have been resurrected in situ, and I don't know whether to congratulate him or pray for him at this time.

Buddha smiled and glanced back, roughly calculated the speed at which I am your father on this road, and then smiled helplessly:

"Let's talk about life and ideals......"

……

The relentless punches of the magic puppets are terrifying, but they can't stop your father's devotion to serving the Most High God. Under this harsh and dangerous test, I am your father's perseverance, perseverance, perseverance, and death, and he has used the legendary invincible, invincible, invincible, and hopeless "dragging corpses"**, and finally succeeded in breaking out of this group of deadly bronze people and crawling to the other end of this secret room.

When he stood in front of the blazing bronze pillar, the magic in the chamber was automatically lifted, and Fo Xiao and I found ourselves able to walk into the middle of the chamber as well.

All the bronze puppets stopped attacking, and walked slowly towards where they had been. As we passed by a bronze puppet, I suddenly noticed that he had a hole in his chest that was two fingers thick. My heart moved slightly, and I curiously stretched out my finger and poked into the hole......

The puppet froze in place, motionless.

"Hey, boy......" I pointed to the doll and excitedly exclaimed to me, your father, who had just made a successful career change, "...... It seems that if you poke this hole, they won't be able to attack you anymore. ”

I am your father looked at his tattered equipment with a miserable face, and wailed to me in pain: "Dude, why didn't you say it earlier......"