vrcanaries Chapter 505 Becoming a True God
Chapter 505 Becoming a True God
After releasing more than a dozen [Treatment of Moderate Injuries] in succession, plus a [Recovery Spell], the seriously injured Xiuman was finally stabilized.
As long as he recuperates for a period of time, this childhood friend can drink his black tea again with the service of her little maid.
Speaking of the little maid, Alvin looked around and didn't see the figure of Isa with red pupils.
He shrugged and didn't take it seriously.
I guess he couldn't stay awake after taking care of Xiuman all day and went to sleep.
After casting at least a hundred spells in a row, Alvin didn't feel tired at all.
He walked out of the side hall, and the tall and thin elf was already waiting outside the door.
Although he really wanted to take revenge on this old guy who spread rumors and caused trouble, Alvin knew from the other's eyes that there were important matters that needed to be discussed now.
Ivan asked Xiling and Lian to stay where they were and help look after Nordman, who was a little depressed, while he followed Rillifen to the outskirts of the tower area.
"How is it, how does it feel to have your own kingdom of God?"
The old skeleton still had that ruffian tone, but with that overly tolerant face, he didn't look so wretched.
“It feels unreal… but I like the environment where I can manipulate it as I like.
The food made can actually restore the taste and flavor of memory...
Let’s not talk about that anymore. How do you feel about having your skin back? ”
"I don't feel anything, except that my temper is a little worse than before..."
The two of them strolled leisurely from the high tower area to the ecological field on the east side.
Several agricultural druids were casting spells in the fields, manipulating the potatoes and wheat to move from the nursery area to the pits in the growing area.
Philohill, the leader of the team, was standing on the edge of the field, writing something in his booklet.
In the distance, several frost giants were carrying something to the open space next to the farmland. They should be the strong men captured by Philothir.
Several elf gods who were responsible for helping were using their divine power to direct the flow of water to provide deep irrigation to the ecological fields.
This peaceful scene almost made Alvin forget that they were still under the shadow of war.
"I remember you once told me on the top of the tower that God is just part of the cycle.
Now you are a real god, what do you think?
Do you feel the unstoppable cycle you mentioned?"
Ivan tilted his head slightly, looked at the green scene to the east, and shrugged indifferently.
"Who knows..."
……
Ziler returned to his tent.
She took off her armor and threw the heavy armor to the ground as if she were discarding a light pottery jar.
In the middle of the tent, there lay a human being who was still unconscious.
This is the only living person in the Temple Knights camp.
A stack of books bound with brown paper were neatly placed on the ground next to Knight Terry.
Ziler stretched out his finger, picked up the booklet, and flipped through it casually.
“Terry Vaughan, the second son of a minor noble in the capital, joined the Temple of Tyr in the sixth year of the new king, and then followed the Nordman to the North.
Six years of the new king...How old were you at that time? Five or six?"
After kicking the unconscious Terry, Zeller continued to flip through the book in his hand.
This was the intelligence she had people collect temporarily. The content was very limited, but for her, it was enough.
She continued to flip through a few pages, and after making sure there was nothing worth reading, she threw the booklet next to the door curtain.
“I really don’t understand. He is a paladin who swore allegiance to Tyr, but he ended up standing against him.
You, and the Glorious Parish to which you belong, make me feel so weird.
You clearly have no religious bond with Tyr, yet you can still use divine magic...
If I had known earlier, I would have let Qina keep a few more people alive. Now, apart from catching the escaped Nordman, I guess I have no other way to find out your secrets..."
Zeller walked to his blanket, picked up the lantern from the ground, seemed to hesitate for a moment, then put it back and replaced it with a silver long-necked kettle.
“It just so happens that the fifth knight’s divine power seed is still in my hands.
It's a good deal for you, young noble knight. You will spend the rest of your life as the fifth knight.
You will become a true god on earth."
Then, a low and mysterious spell popped out from Ziler's mouth.
The long-necked pot in his hand also slowly poured out towards Terry's face.
Suddenly, a ball of extremely dark fog enveloped Terry's body.
The young paladin who was in a coma seemed to be feeling a little uncomfortable, and he let out a painful whine from his nose.
Zeller poured out all the mist in the kettle, then put away the scattered props and spoke to Terry as if talking to himself.
"Sleep, sleep... When you wake up, you will appear on the other side of the Miral River again."
After a while, a light cough was heard outside the tent.
Cile had already sensed the identity of the visitor through his divine perception.
"Come in, Qina, don't be so timid.
This isn’t the first time you’ve seen the process of creating a god…”
Qina, who was outside the door curtain, was trembling slightly, but she still forced herself to be strong, lifted the door curtain and walked in.
"How are you preparing?"
Zile asked Qina in a flat tone without turning his head.
"Everything is ready. In three days at most, we will be able to build ten floating bridges on the Miral River that can accommodate a large army passing through at the same time."
"Very good, Third Knight.
Let them continue preparing siege engines.
By the way, after this guy wakes up, let him participate in your plan.
I have a feeling that this new titled knight will be the key to our victory."
The thin Qina crossed her arms across her chest, her cheeks deeply sunken, as if she had not eaten for a long time.
This was the only titled knight who did not need to wear armor at all times, and the look he gave to Čile was much bolder than the others.
"oh?
What made our Second Princess take a new look at this knight? "
Zile's expression was stunned for a moment, but soon changed into an indifferent look.
As a deity with nearly eternal life, she knew exactly what this thin woman named Qina wanted to do.
It's nothing more than using this method to test the bottom line of one's tolerance.
If any other member of the royal family were here, this woman would be severely punished even if she didn't die.
But Tsile's tolerance far exceeds that of other gods - in her opinion, there is no need to argue with these short-lived ants.
A hundred years later, I will still be working with Tyr and the others, dividing the roles of royal members of the human kingdom.
It's just that they will be replaced by other characters.
And this little girl will probably be exhausted by the injected divine power within ten years.