The honorific name is the honorific title given by the followers to the great being.
The name of God is the original name of a great being. It is the most powerful and the easiest to respond to!
The ancient rulers that Fang Xian has come into contact with include the Goddess of Fertility, the being on the Wild Hunt Throne, and the King of Twilight.
However, these are all honorary names, not divine names!
At this time, the strange pronunciation he heard convinced him that it was the name of an ancient ruler.
The more I think about it, the clearer that name becomes.
Whoosh!
The strong wind whimpered, seeming to be afraid of this name.
it is……
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"I have experienced rebirth and death, but I can't reach the other side...
Death chases the shadows, and without youth, it will wither away...
This psalm will last forever and grant you immortality..."
Smith recited the immortal poem loudly.
As the most important content in the adventure, this poem undoubtedly has "power".
By insisting on reciting it every day, at least he felt that his spirit was highly condensed and became sharp, and he could detect the extremely subtle expressions on the faces of the people around him.
This let him know that many classmates thought he had become 'weird', and even his friends began to distance themselves from him.
But nothing.
After receiving the prophecy of doomsday, if it weren't for his parents' pressure, he would have dropped out of school.
At the end of the daily poetry reading section, Smith prayed to the Lost God: "Lost God... You are the source of warlocks, the Lord of reincarnation in the heavens... You are the master of calamity, the existence of immortality, and the king of endless time and space!
…Your followers pray for your awakening, your response, and your favor!”
There was no answer to the prayer, which made Smith sigh.
The Lost God lost his true name and fell into a deep sleep.
Therefore, as believers of the Lost God, members of the Apocalypse Religion must try various methods to awaken Him!
Smith has been doing the same thing for a while now, but to no avail.
"But it doesn't matter. One day, I will wake up my Lord."
After Smith finished praying, he went out, went to school, went home, and rested like a normal person...
Therefore, his parents think that he has just become a little more withdrawn and have no other ideas for the time being.
That night, Smith fell into a deep sleep.
Whoosh!
In his dream, he heard the call of the wind and the sound of waves hitting the rocks.
A vague call was conveyed among the many voices.
It was a very difficult pronunciation, and it was a little blurry at first, but along with the strangely amplified sound of the waves, Smith gradually understood it clearly.
Nikolaia!
Although there may be some errors, Smith believes that the pronunciation he heard should be close or similar to this!
After having this idea, he suddenly felt that his 'immortal poem' was surging with darkness and an icy coolness, all over his body!
Smith suddenly woke up.
The previous state was like having a nightmare, unable to move the body.
At this time, he suddenly woke up and regained his ability to move.
Wow…
There was the sound of waves all around, and there was a salty smell in the air.
Smith was shocked to find that he had arrived on an island without knowing when.
There were dark clouds in the sky, and it seemed that a storm would come in the next moment.
The dark seawater surged in, lapping against the rocks.
"If I were you, I wouldn't make a fuss..." A sweet voice came from the side.
Smith looked over and was surprised to find that there were still some people around.
The one closest to him was a tall girl with long blond hair and a pair of eyes like blue gems. She was looking at him at this moment: "Do you also believe in the Lost God?"
"Yes, yes." Smith nodded subconsciously.
The girl suddenly burst into a smile that made the boy slightly distracted: "Then we are companions. You can call me Vivian, a scholar who pursues supernatural powers. I have explored many supernatural power ruins, but found that most of them are
It was fake until I came into contact with that piece of pottery..."
"Hello, my name is Smith. Why are we here because of the call of my God?" Smith asked curiously.
"No, I'm afraid it's another reason. Did you hear that voice?" A tall and thin man next to him said with a gloomy face: "That name!"
"Nicholaya?"
Smith asked subconsciously.
As soon as the words came out, the storm in the sky fell instantly, and the storm swept over!
"You idiot, you don't have any knowledge of mysticism, don't say it out loud!"
The tall and thin man shouted angrily: "The owner of this name may be the enemy of the Lost God... Now, the danger has been completely detonated!"
Wow.
The sea level is divided.
One after another, humanoid creatures came out of the ocean.
Their bodies were covered with scales, some even had kelp hanging on their bodies, and part of their bodies transformed into fish and shrimp shapes.
"Niko...Raya!"
Their voices were hoarse, as if they hadn't spoken for a long time, but chanting that name, they charged towards the believers of the Lost God!
"ah!"
Screams came.
A believer who was too close to the coastline was directly overwhelmed by the scale army.
They caught him, cut off his limbs, forced him to call the name of that great being, and soon tortured him to the point of dying.
That is not an ordinary torture method, it must contain mental shock and pollution!
"What the hell is going on?"
Smith felt a little weak and roared angrily.
"I don't know...but I don't want to be like that, use a spell!"
The tall and thin man shouted and took the lead in reciting the incantation.
The spiritual coercion of the immortal poem was released, like a tide, impacting the scale-human army.
The dozens of monsters in front immediately fell to the ground and struggled in pain.
But more scale people stepped on the bodies of their companions and continued to attack without any hesitation.
Smith stumbled and chanted a spell, and saw a girl named Vivian taking out a knife and stabbing him in the arm.
At the same time, the shadow of a big black bird appeared, spread its wings, and pounced towards the enemy.
Wherever it passed, there seemed to be invisible blades cutting through it, cutting off pieces of disgusting scales, giant claws of shrimps and crabs, and ferocious heads.
'They are all so powerful. Are these... the true believers of our Lord?'
Smith also cast spells, but unfortunately the power was limited and he could only defeat a few monsters.
"Retreat...there are too many monsters."
The believers retreated while fighting, and finally arrived at the center of the island, surrounded by monsters from all directions.
The number of monsters is so numerous that it is almost endless.
"Are you going to die? What on earth is going on?"