As a scholar, he would not be mistaken under normal circumstances, but his mental state has been very poor recently, and all kinds of crazy and tyrannical thoughts have popped up from time to time, and his reason has been shaken greatly.

He tried many ways to find the cause, and even borrowed the divine power of the god of knowledge to find out, but to no avail, madness and tyranny seemed to come from him and were part of his consciousness.

Like, he's crazy himself?

"You're afraid of me?" said Archbishop Barneys.

Efram Krell didn't defend himself and hung his head.

"Efram Krel, your current class level is level 19. ”

Archbishop Barneys said quite kindly: "You have to read more books recently, draw strength from knowledge, and raise your career level to level 20 as soon as possible, so that when my lord descends the divine grace, you can use the power of my lord to raise your career level to level 21, that is, the legendary level." ”

"Hehe, when you become a legendary professional, I will propose that you become an archbishop, and then we will be at the same level, so that you don't have to be so scared when facing me. ”

I wasn't scared, I was just dazzled...... Efram Krell silently defended himself.

Archbishop Barneys coughed and said, "Because of the upcoming charismatic relationship, the guards of the Gray Castle will be strict to prevent the believers of the evil gods from coming in and destroying, and you should try not to go out if you are fine." ”

"Of course, if you have something very important to leave, you can come to me and I will arrange it for you. ”

"I'll go first, remember, read more, knowledge is power. ”

"Okay. Affram Krell nodded vigorously, looked at the back of Archbishop Barneys, and suddenly saw tentacles growing from his body, and the tails of the tentacles seemed to have, fine eyes?

......

Kingdom of Holy Vixima, headquarters of the Tritheistic Church.

A group of clergy dressed in artisan-like robes folded their hands over their shoulders and bowed their heads and whispered psalms in praise of God, their voices weaving into a melodious music in the church, with the smell of restful sleep.

Dressed in white robes, Ieta Cavendil stood in the center of the rune floor at the front, his eyes closed, his mouth closed and the clergy chanting psalms in praise of the gods, and around him were lit candles, the gray candles flickering with the fragrance of tranquility.

According to the prophecy, He should be coming soon...... Ieta Cavendil, as she sang a beautiful hymn with the clergy, thought to herself and became more and more cautious.

Suddenly, a humanoid light and shadow appeared in front of him.

The god of craftsmen!

Almost instinctively, he closed his eyes.

God, don't look at it.

But at the same time, his thoughts stirred.

It's finally here......

The God of Artisans has finally been tempted to descend from the extraterrestrial void to erode me and turn me into his doppelganger, thus usurping the power of Steam.

At the moment when the light and shadow appeared, the clergy with their heads bowed began to pray at the same time.

"Praise be to you;

The great god of craftsmen;

the noble father of all craftsmen;

The great protector of craftsmanship and forging. ”

The light and shadow appeared and quickly pounced on Ieta Cavendil, whose mouth closed and stopped, and the clergy's prayers suddenly became louder.

Ieta Cavendil only felt the light in front of him widen, and even his eyes could not block the light that filled his vision.

Then, a kingdom slowly appeared before him.

The hard gray slates, the blast furnaces that fill the earth, and the blue sky and white clouds, the soul state of the invokers are doing all kinds of things here.

Some of them sat and rested, some sweated, some laughed and chatted, and some sang in low voices.

This is the kingdom of the gods of craftsmen...... Ieta Cavendil immediately realized where this was, the kingdom that the gods had carved out in the extraterritorial void, the kingdom of the gods that contained the souls of believers after death.

Here, there is no mourning, no wailing, no pain;

Here, there is no hunger, fatigue, and melancholy;

Here, there is no darkness, no death, no despair;

Believers can live freely and happily in this kingdom forever.

"There is no work, no exploitation, no oppression, this may be a paradise for believers, but it is definitely not the kingdom I want, and it is an illusion. "Ieta Cavendir is calm.

Suddenly, a gorgeous palace appeared in his field of vision, and the light and shadow of a human figure walked out of the palace, and an irresistible coercion pressed against him from all directions, pressing him down.

One by one, the soul state invokers suddenly stood up at the same time, and countless voices spoke at the same time.

"You are guilty. ”

"You have sinned heinously. ”

"Ask your Lord our God for forgiveness."

Voices echoed in his ears, over and over again, washing away his soul and tampering with his will.

"I'm guilty. ”

Ieta Cavendil's eyes were closed, his face full of remorse, "I have sinned heinantly, and I pray for forgiveness from the gods. ”

As his words spoke, silently, the light and shadow of the human form came in front of Iyeta Cavendil, like a stream of light, merging into Iyetacavendil's body.

His soul unconsciously seeped out the same color as the light and shadow of a human form.

The contours of his face began to change, transforming into the face of the statue of the god of craftsmen placed by the Tritheistic Church in the church headquarters.

The god of craftsmen, who eroded his soul.

But the next moment, Ieta Cavendil opened his eyes and a smile appeared on his lips, "Got you." ”

Before the words fell, the golden light was magnificent, and a crown was condensed and formed in the light.

The illusory Sevenfold Heavenly Mountain emerged from behind him, and endless light was projected from the highest level of the Sevenfold Heavenly Mountain, merging into a sea of light.

The blond-haired, golden-eyed figure stepped out of the ocean of light, and he opened his arms and embraced Yeta Cavendil from behind, his divine power surging.

The contours of Ietacavendil's face quickly returned to its original appearance.

"Lord of the Dawn ....... ”

The doppelganger of the God of the Craftsman screamed.

In an instant, the Lord of Dawn disintegrated, and with him was the clone of the God of Craftsmen and the illusion constructed by the clone of the God of Craftsmen.

In a trance, Ieta Cavendir returns to reality from his illusion.

He opened his eyes, revealing the golden pupils inside

The clergy of the Tritheistic Sect knelt down preparedly and spoke reverently, "Welcome to my lord." ”

While absorbing the memories of the doppelganger of the god of craftsmen, Ieta Cavendil spoke according to the steps predetermined by the god of craftsmen, "From now on, I will change my name. ”

"Craftsman and God of Steam!"