Chanem has been starving on the top of an unnamed iceberg for five days. He dug a hole in the snow with his killing dagger and took shelter from the wind, snow and cold. He wasn't a saint now, so his body needed to eat, drink, and keep warm - he couldn't do all three. The only thing that could keep him alive was the Killing Shortsword, a shadow weapon condensed from the power of the Holy One of Murder. He kept killing the process that could kill himself - this is a rather winding phrase, roughly meaning that there is no process of death, there is no death - and he barely kept himself on the brink of death.

When Siegel saw him, he felt guilty. Chanem didn't have the strength to speak, and the eyeballs that almost fell out of their sockets looked straight at the magic god, and there was not a trace of life in them.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want you to suffer this sin, my mind is clear, but I just can't control my temper. Siegel hurriedly used his divine power to dispel the cold and repair his body, and then took out food and light wine and handed it over. "I don't dare to give you too much to eat, in case I choke to death, I can't tell clearly. You first recover your strength and condition, and then talk about when you can accept the priesthood and divine power. ”

Chanem spat out the elven biscuit in his mouth, and barely squeezed out a sentence in a hoarse voice: "...... now"

"Okay. You eat first, and I'm not saying that you can do it right away. "Siegel communicates with the kingdom of God, gathers all the clones, and begins to distribute the work. Some clones have to think completely about future prophecies, while others must never have relevant thoughts. In this way, the power associated with the prophecy will be concentrated on a small number of clones, and the divine fire will be diverted.

The number of clones that performed the prophecy was reduced until the prophecy could not be completed, at which point the amount of divine fire gathered on their bodies was about two forks. Siegel breathed a long sigh of relief, gritted his teeth, and used the method Chanem gave him to cut out this part of the divine fire.

It's like cutting off one of your own arms, or tearing off a leg. Obviously, there will be no wounds in the body, but I always feel that a large part is missing. Looking at the divine fire that was dragged out by himself, Siegel resisted the desire to swallow it again. Even if he didn't swallow it, the two forked flames tried to burrow into Siegel's arms, like a child who depended on his mother (?).

"Damn, take it while I haven't changed my mind!"

It's hard for Chanem to lift his hand, let alone take something from someone else's hand. Siegel finally reached out and handed it over, by which time he was sweating profusely. "Do you know the disadvantages of being the god of knowledge? Now my mind is full of all kinds of knowledge, how to kill you without leaving any trouble, how to use the loophole of the original contract to terminate it, and how to break my promise. So you'd better absorb it quickly, and tell me where you're going, and I'll send you there. ”

Chanem looked at the divine fire in his hand, "These are only two forks, can't you give a little more?" The conditions that Ryel the dragon man promised were higher than the ones you gave me. ”

"Do you really want to compare the odds of Liel fulfilling the contract with the results that have already been obtained?" Siegel snorted: "The priesthood has been given to you, and so is the divine fire, but there was no agreement on how many divine fires there were. I think your purpose at that time was to hold me to death, no matter how much I absorbed, and after I got used to it, the rest was at my fingertips, don't you say?"

Chanem wouldn't be stupid enough to answer that question. He first thrust the killing dagger into his stomach - stunned Siegel - let the divine power of the god of murder enter first, and then open his mouth to devour the divine fire of the god of prophecy, using this power to repair his wounds. Regardless of the priesthood, the common deity of the gods is indestructible and restorative. Using the wound to absorb and adapt to the divine fire is basically the fastest way.

Siegel raised his hand several times, and the power of the destructive lightning was in the palm of his hand. Logically, he has fulfilled his promise, and what happened next is completely new. He could slap Chanem to death with one palm, and then take back the power of the God of Prophecy. As for the Styx Oath, he could have given the dice to Isaac or avoided it. Wouldn't it even be better for him to give the prophetic priesthood to Janet than to give it to Chanem?

There are always ways to save worry and effort, but how can you become strong without grinding. In the end, Siegel had only one thought left, which was to overcome the influence of the divine fire on him, and to hand over the prophetic priesthood no matter what. Giving the priesthood to Chanem is something he promised when he was a mortal, and if he can't fulfill his mortal promise after becoming a god, then the will of the divine fire wins.

In addition to Chanem, Siegel had many mortal promises, to his wife, to his family, to Heim's collar, and to the many people close to him. Although these promises cannot last forever because he becomes immortal after becoming a god, Siegel also has to ensure that he fulfills these promises during the mortal life cycle that he should have. This is a legacy left to him in mortal times, a kind of persistence of him.

Chanem struggled to fuse the divine fire as he squinted his eyes at Siegel. Of course he saw the lightning of destruction, and the terrible taste of that thing came back to him. He can only gamble now, betting that the current magic god can be like Siegel in the original magic academy, and still be able to stick to his heart in the end. He knew very well in his heart that if it were him, he would definitely not be able to give up the Divine Fire and the Divine Position, but he also couldn't confess himself and unite everyone in a place like the Academy of Magic. All his hope was that Siegel's heart was still big enough to carry the primal greed of Shenhuo.

As the minutes ticked by, Siegel simply left the cave, out of sight and out of mind. But as a god, he couldn't do it if he didn't know what was happening a few meters behind him, to be exact, what was happening within 13 miles around him, all the details of what was happening in his mind, and he couldn't close his eyes.

After four hours, Chanem, or the god of prophecy, staggered out of the snow cave, and the first thing he did was to repair his body with divine powers. "It's a good feeling to be alive again. He patted the remnants of snow on his body, with a rare relaxed smile on his face: "Siegel, you are a man who keeps his promises. ”

"He is a God who keeps his promises. Siegel shook his head: "Anyway, I'm also a medium god power (11 to 15 forks) right now, and you're only weak in power." Even as I speak, I keep getting the urge to strangle you. ”

"It's okay, I'm going to be ostracized soon, you can clean up. I'm really curious how you managed not to be repulsed, does it have something to do with the more than 10,000 clones?" Chanem began to feel the oppression of the crystal wall as he spoke, and only the power below the Sage was allowed to enter the crystal wall, so he began to feel uncomfortable again. "Chances are you'll never see you again, and won't leave me a parting present?"

"Go to another world to rob yourself, don't come to me!" Siegel didn't have a good temper.

"You're a god of magic, just pinch me an artifact or something. A sturdy staff inlaid with a crystal ball would be fine, and if it was made in the style of a dagger, it would be perfect. ”

With a flick of his wrist and a hard grasp of the void, a staff holding a magic bead with a dragon claw was lying in the palm of his hand. "Let's go, let's go, I wish you all the best. ”

"I wish you all the best. Chanem didn't take the staff, but a little bit on the crystal ball. "I must leave some of the power of the prophecy spell before I can leave, or the crystal wall will still tear me apart. Prophecy is an integral part of this world, it can be weak, it can be less, but it cannot be without. You remember my words, it is impossible not to. ”

With that, he was enveloped in a cloud of shadows and disappeared from Siegel's sight.

Finally gone, Siegel's mood slowly regained its calm. In fact, he still has a sense of regret and regret, but these should slowly disappear with time. Losing part of the divine fire and giving up a priesthood, the progress of the clones in integrating the remaining divine power will be greatly accelerated, and it is estimated that it will be completed in less than three years.

Chanem was right, Siegel's ability to use divine power within the crystal wall was caused by these clones. This is like the prayers of a large number of high-ranking priests who can make the existence stronger than the saint come, each clone is a perfect saint, and they have exactly the same will, their hearts think in one place, and their strength is in one place, and there is no difference in the body structure with the body, so they can transmit divine power. As long as this transport ends before the crystal wall reacts, it does not cause a counterattack.

Different abilities require different powers, which are related to the size of the ability to change reality and rules. Siegel doesn't always have to change reality, most things are enough to rely on the power of the Sages and the Archmage. However, he told the Elven Sage that he could use the Divine Kingdom Realm within the crystal wall, and he couldn't do it for the time being until he finished integrating the Divine Fire, and he wouldn't try to do so easily. The kingdom of God is continuous, and then the crystal wall will have enough time to react, even if the two rules can't help anyone, it will still cause a loss of power, right?

The loss of the priesthood was a loss, but it also enriched Siegel's life. The feeling of always knowing in advance what the other person is going to say and do is hard to get used to. In particular, Siegel's idea that the gods remain sane requires constant contact with mortal life and enthusiasm. Prophecy of the priesthood hurts precisely this passion. There must be a trade-off between gains and losses, and Siegel is not only to fulfill his promise, but also to think about interests.

The priesthood is difficult to recover, but the divine fire is not. It takes power to change the world, so Siegel decided to change the low-key existence of the magic god in the past and take the initiative to participate in the affairs of the Thunder Wall Continent. In fact, he can't do it if he doesn't want to participate, after all, Siegel has to continue to live for a long time as the Marquis Lord of the Heim Territory and the Archmage of the Federation. Word of his becoming a god of magic will soon spread, and he has a plan to use magic crystals to transform people's daily lives.

But that's still a long way off, and I still have promises to keep. Siegel closed his eyes and teleported continuously, once again to the place where the man who had stopped the Storm of Destruction lived.

Dice Cup Prison. (To be continued.) )